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recited a kind of prayer, or invocation, to which, at intervals, the others made responses.
Such were the simple rites performed by these poor savages at the grave of their comrade, on the shore of a strange land ; and when these were done, they rose and returned in silence to the ship, without casting a look behind.
THE QUEEN AND THE YOUNG COURTIER.
The young cavalier we have so often mentioned had probably never yet approached so near the person of his sovereign ; and he pressed forward as far as the line of warders permitted, in order to avail himself of the present opportunity. His companion, on the contrary, cursing his impudence, kept pulling him backwards, till Walter shook him off impatiently, letting his rich cloak drop carelessly from one shoulder ; a natural action, which served, however, to display to the best advantage his well-proportioned person. Unbonneting, at the same time, he fixed his eager gaze on the queen's approach, with a mixture of respectful curiosity, and modest yet ardent admiration, which suited so well his fine features, that the warders, struck with his rich attire, and noble countenance, suffered him to approach the ground over which the queen was to pass, somewhat closer than was permitted to ordinary spectators. Thus the adventurous youth stood full in Elizabeth's eye—an eye never indifferent to the admiration which she deservedly excited among her subjects, or to the fair proportions of external form which chanced to distinguish any of her courtiers. Accordingly, she fixed her keen glance on the youth as she approached the place where he stood, with a look in which surprise at his boldness seemed to be unmingled with resentment, while a trifling accident happened, which attracted her attention towards him yet more strongly. The night had been rainy, and just where the young gentleman stood, a small quantity of mud interrupted the queen's passage. As she hesitated to pass on, the gallant, throwing his cloak from his shoulders, laid it on the miry spot, so as to insure her stepping over it dry-shod. Elizabeth looked at the young man, who accompanied this act of devoted courtesy with a profound reverence, and a blush that overspread his whole countenance. The queen was confused, and blushed in her turn, nodded her head, hastily passed on, and embarked in her barge without saying a word.
THE HITCHEN MAY-DAY SONG.
And thus we do begin
Or else we die in sin.
And almost all the day;
We have brought you a branch of May.
3. A branch of May we have brought you, And at
door it stands; It is but a sprout, but it's well budded out
By the work of our Lord's hands.
4. The hedges and trees they are so green, As
green as any Our heavenly Father He watered them
With His heavenly dew so sweet.
5. The heavenly gates are open wide,
Our paths are beaten plain ; And if a man be not too far gone,
He may return again.
It flourishes like a flower;
And we are dead in an hour.
7. The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light,
A little before it is day :
And send you a joyful May !
THE RA V E N.
1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loreWhile I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a
tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber
door. ' 'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, tapping at my chamberdoor
Only this, and nothing more.'
2. And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple
curtain Thrilled me filled me with fantastic terrors never felt
before; So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood
repeating : ''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber
doorSome late visitor entreating entrance at my chamberdoor
This it is, and nothing more.'
3. Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no
longer, “Sir,' said I, or Madam, truly your forgiveness I
implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber
door, That I scarce was sure I heard you'-here I opened wide the door
Darkness there, and nothing more.
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me
burning, Soon again I heard a tapping, something louder than
before. Surely,' said I— surely, that is something at my window
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery
exploreLet my heart be still a moment, and this mystery explore.
'Tis the wind, and nothing more.'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt
and flutter, In there stepped a stately Raven of the saintly days of
yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped
or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my
chamber-doorPerched upon a bust of Pallas just above my
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.