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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 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.


Remember us poor Mayers all !

And thus we do begin
To lead our lives in righteousness,

Or else we die in sin.

We have been rambling all the night,

And almost all the day;
And now returnéd back again,

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.

The life of man is but a span,

It flourishes like a flower;
We are here to-day and gone to-morrow,

And we are dead in an hour.

7. The moon shines bright, and the stars give a light,

A little before it is day :
So God bless you all, both great and small,

And send you a joyful May !


1. Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak

and weary,

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

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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.

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