s shut in despair.
Say, mounts he the ocean-wave, banished, forlorn,
Like a limb from his country cast bleeding and torn?
Ah, no! for a darker departure is near,--
The war drum is muffled, and black is the bier;
His death bell is tolling! Oh, mercy! dispel
Yon sight that it freezes my spirit to tell!
Life flutters convulsed in his quivering limbs,
And his blood-streaming nostril in agony swims;
Accursed be the faggots that blaze at his feet,
Where his heart shall be thrown, ere it ceases to beat,
With the smoke of its ashes to poison the gale----
_Lochiel_. Down, soothless insulter! I trust not the
tale:
For never shall Albyn a destiny meet
So black with dishonour, so foul with retreat.
Though my perishing ranks should be strewed in their
gore,
Like ocean weeds heaped on the surf-beaten shore,
Lochiel, untainted by flight or by chains,
While the kindling of life in his bosom remains,
Shall victor exult, or in death be laid low,
With his back to the field, and his feet to the foe!
And leaving in battle no blot on his name,
Look proudly to heaven from the death-bed of fame.
CAMPBELL.
[Note: _Life flutters convulsed &c._ Describes the barbarous death which
awaited the traitor according to the statute book of England, as it then
stood. This was the penalty dealt to the rebels of 1745.]
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COLUMBUS IN SIGHT OF LAND.
For three days they stood in this direction, and the further they went
the more frequent and encouraging were the signs of land. Flights of
small birds of various colours, some of them such as sing in the fields,
came flying about the ships, and then continued towards the south-west,
and others were heard also flying by in the night. Tunny fish played
about the smooth sea, and a heron, a pelican, and a duck, were seen, all
bound in the same direction. The herbage which floated by was fresh and
green, as if recently from land, and the air, Columbus observes, was
sweet and fragrant as April breezes in Seville.
All these, however, were regarded by the crews as so many delusions
beguiling them on to destruction; and when, on the evening of the third
day, they beheld the sun go down upon a shoreless horizon, they broke
forth into turbulent clamour. The
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