THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE. Singing, with his gray hair floating Round his rosy ample face,- All the pastoral lanes so grassy But, still green, and tall, and stately, 327 THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE OF NEWBURY. "CONCERNING ye Amphisbæna, as soon as I received your commands, I made diligent inquiry: he assures me yt it had really two heads, one at each end; two mouths, two stings or tongues."—REV. CHRISTOPHER Toppan to Cotton MatHER. FAR away in the twilight time Thou who makest the tale thy mirth, On the desolate shore of a sailless sea, Of the wood so dreary, and dark, and old, Ere the stones of Cheops were squared and hewn Of the mournful wail from the pine-wood blown, The fear of his creed seemed verified;- And own to thyself the wonder more That the snake had two heads, and not a score ! Whether he lurked in the Oldtown fen Only the fact that he lived, we know, In the scaly mask which he yearly shed. For he carried a head where his tail should be, THE DOUBLE-HEADED SNAKE. A snake with two heads, lurking so near!— Far and wide the tale was told, Like a snowball growing while it rolled. With his eyes agog and his ears set wide, Stories, like dragons, are hard to kill. 829 Publish the shame of their daily strife, The gossips say, with a knowing shake Of their gray heads, "Look at the Double Snake! One in body and two in will, The Amphisbæna is living still!" THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY. WHEN the reaper's task was ended, and the summer wearing late, Parson Avery sailed from Newbury, with his wife and children eight, Dropping down the river-harbor in the shallop "Watch and Wait." Pleasantly lay the clearings in the mellow summer morn, With the newly-planted orchards dropping their fruits first-born, And the homesteads like green islands amid a sea of corn. Broad meadows reached out seaward the tided creeks between, And hills rolled wave-like inland, with oaks and walnuts green ;— A fairer home, a goodlier land, his eyes had never seen. Yet away sailed Parson Avery, away where duty led, And the voice of God seemed calling, to break the living bread To the souls of fishers starving on the rocks of Marblehead. THE SWAN SONG OF PARSON AVERY. 331 All day they sailed: at nightfall the pleasant landbreeze died, The blackening sky, at midnight, its starry lights denied, And far and low the thunder of tempest prophesied ! Blotted out were all the coast-lines, gone were rock, and wood, and sand; Grimly anxious stood the skipper with the rudder in his hand, And questioned of the darkness what was sea and what was land. And the preacher heard his dear ones, nestled round him, weeping sore : "Never heed, my little children! Christ is walking on before To the pleasant land of heaven, where the sea shall be no more.” All at once the great cloud parted, like a curtain drawn aside, To let down the torch of lightning on the terror far and wide And the thunder and the whirlwind together smote the tide. There was wailing in the shallop, woman's wail and man's despair, A crash of breaking timbers on the rocks so sharp and bare, And, through it all, the murmur of Father Avery's prayer. From his struggle in the darkness with the wild waves and the blast, On a rock, where every billow broke above him as it passed, Alone, of all his household, the man of God was cast. |