My girl, forget thine earthly woe, And think on God and blifs: "Go out, go out, my lamp of life; And so despaire did rave and rage She bet her breaste, and wrung her hands, From rife of morne, till the pale flars When harke! abroade fhe hearde the trampe She hearde a knighte with clank alight, And climb the staire in speede. And foon the herde a tinkling hande, That twirled at the pin; And thro' her door, that open'd not, What ho! what ho! thy dore undoe; My love, doft yet remember mee, And doft thou laugh or weep?" "Ah! William here fo late at night! "At midnight only we may ride; I come o'er land and sea: I mounted late, but foone I go; Aryfe, and come with me." " "O William, enter firft my bowre, And give me one embrace: The blafts athwarte the hawthorne hiss 3 Awayte a little space." "The "The blafts athwarte the hawthorn hifs, I may not harboure here; My fpurre is fharpe, my courfer pawes, All as thou lyeft upon thy couch, "How, ride to-night a thousand miles? Rings on within the clocke." "Looke up; the moone is bright, and we I'll take thee to the bridal bed, "And where is, then, thy houfe and home; Far hence I reft my head." "And is there any room for mee, Wherein that I may creepe," "There's room enough for thee and mee, Wherein that wee may fleepe. All as thou ly'ft upon thy couch, The wedding guefts thy coming waite, All in her farke, as there fhe lay, And hurry-fkurry forth they go, And horfe and rider fnort and blow, And sparkling pebbles fly. How fwift the flood, the mead, the wood, Aright, aleft, are gone! The bridges thunder as they pass, But earthlie fowne is none. Tramp, tramp, açrofs the land they speede; Splash, fplath, across the fee; "Hurrah! the dead can ride apace; Doft feare to ride with mee? [499 * The moone is bryghte, and blue the nyghte; Doft fhudder, mayde, to feeke the dead ?" No, no, but what of them? How glumlie fownes yon dirgye fong! It creeps, the fwarthie funeral traine, Like croke of todes from lonely moores, "Go, bear her corfe when midnight's paft, I've gott my wife, I take her home, My howre of wedlocke hayl. Lead forth, O clarke, the chaunting quire, To fwell our nuptial fong: Come, priefte, and reade the bleffing foone; For bed, for bed we long." They heede his calle, and husht the fowne; And followde him ore feeld and flood Yet fafter than before. Hallo! hallo! away they goe, And horfe and rider fnort and blowe, How fwifte the hill, how fwifte the dale, By hedge and tree, by thorpe and towne, Tramp, tramp, acrofs the land they speede; Doft fear to ride with mee? Look up, look up, an airy crewe In roundel daunces reele: The moone is bryghte, and blue the nyghte, Mayft dimlie fee them wheele. Come to, come to, ye goftlie crew, Come to, and follow mee, And daunce for us the wedding daunce, When we in bed fhall be." And And brush, brush, brush, the ghoftlie crew, And horfe and rider fnort and blowe, And all that in the moon fhyne lay, And backwarde fcudded overhead Tramp, tramp, across the lande they speede; Doft fear to ride with mee? I weene the cock prepares to crowe; Oure race is ridde, our journey ore, And lo! an yren-grated gate Soon biggens to their viewe: He crackte his whyppe; the clangynge boltes, The doores afunder flewe. They pafs, and 'twas on graves they trode; ""Tis hither we are bounde :" And many a tombstone goftlie white And when hee from his fteede alytte, His head became a naked fcull; His body grew a skeleton, And att his drye and boney heele And inn his witherde hande you might The feythe and houre-glafle fee. Kk 3 And lo! his fteede did thin to smoke, And charnel fires outbreathe; And pal'd, and bleach'd, then vanish'd quite And hollow howlings hung in aire, And fhrekes from vaults arofe. But onwarde to the judgement-feat, The goftlie crewe their flyghte perfewe, "Be patient; tho' thyne herte shoulde breke, Thou nowe art of thie bodie refte, From the PLEADERS Mr. SURREBUTTER's commencement in his legal career. W HOE'ER has drawn a Special Plea, Has heard of old TOM TEWKESBURY, That Genius was my SPECIAL PLEADER- To pluck the Goofe, and drive the Quill; Of both I wash'd my hands; and though |