Heirs from times of earliest record Who of right had held the Lordship Tried the Horn,-it owned his power; He was acknowledged: and the blast, Which good Sir Eustace sounded, was the last. With his lance Sir Eustace pointed, And to Hubert thus said he, "What I speak this Horn shall witness For thy better memory. Hear, then, and neglect me not! The words are uttered from my heart, last earnest prayer ere we depart. On good service we are going In which course if Christ our Saviour Do my sinful soul demand, Hither come thou back straightway, Hubert, if alive that day; Return, and sound the Horn, that we May have a living House still left in thee!" "Fear not," quickly answered Hubert; "As I am thy Father's son, What thou askest, noble Brother, With God's favour shall be done." So were both right well content: To Palestine the Brothers took their way. Side by side they fought (the Lucies And where'er their strokes alighted, Whence, then, could it come-the thought By what evil spirit brought? Oh! can a brave Man wish to take His Brother's life, for Lands' and Castle's sake? "Sir!" the Ruffians said to Hubert, 66 Deep he lies in Jordan flood." Stricken by this ill assurance, Months passed on, and no Sir Eustace! But silent and by stealth he came, And at an hour which nobody could name. None could tell if it were night-time, And bright the Lady is who shares his bed. Likewise he had sons and daughters; And, as good men do, he sate At his board by these surrounded, And while thus in open day Once he sate, as old books say, A blast was uttered from the Horn, Where by the Castle-gate it hung forlorn. 'Tis the breath of good Sir Eustace! He is helpless and alone: Thou hast a dungeon, speak the word! And there he may be lodged, and thou be Lord. Speak!-astounded Hubert cannot; And, if power to speak he had, All are daunted, all the household Smitten to the heart, and sad, 'Tis Sir Eustace; if it be Living man, it must be he! Thus Hubert thought in his dismay, And by a postern-gate he slunk away. Long, and long was he unheard of: But Sir Eustace, whom good angels A long posterity renowned, Sounded the Horn which they alone could sound. 1806. XV. GOODY BLAKE AND HARRY GILL. A TRUE STORY. [WRITTEN at Alfoxden. The incident from Dr. Darwin's Zoönomia.] Он! what's the matter? what's the matter? In March, December, and in July, Young Harry was a lusty drover, |