With this new wind about I steered, And swore to him allegiance; Old principles I did revoke, Set conscience at a distance; Passive obedience a joke, A jest was non-resistance. And this is the law that I'll maintain, etc. When royal Anne became our queen, The Church of England's glory, Another face of things was seen, And I became a Tory; Occasional conformists base, I blamed their moderation, And thought the church in danger was, By such prevarication. And this is the law that I'll maintain, etc. When George in pudding-time came o'er, And almost every day abjured The Pope and the Pretender. And this is the law that I'll maintain, etc. The illustrious house of Hanover, And Protestant succession, To these I do allegiance swear, I nevermore will falter; And George my lawful king shall be, Until the times do alter. And this is the law that I'll maintain, etc. Anonymous. Brereton. THE VASSAL'S LAMENT FOR THE FALLEN TREE. "Here [at Brereton in Cheshire] is one thing incredibly strange, but attested, as I myself have heard, by many persons and commonly believed. Before any heir of this family dies, there are seen, in a lake adjoining, the bodies of trees swimming on the water for several days." - CAMDEN'S Britannia. ES! I have seen the ancient oak YES! On the dark deep water cast, And it was not felled by the woodman's stroke, For the axe might never touch that tree, And the air was still as a summer sea. I saw it fall, as falls a chief By an arrow in the fight, And the old woods shook, to their loftiest leaf, And the startled deer to their coverts drew, And the spray of the lake as a fountain's flew ! "Tis fallen! But think thou not I weep A youthful head, with its shining hair, But on his brow the mark is set, He bounded by me as I gazed And it seemed like sunshine when he raised His joyous glance to mine. With a stag's fleet step he bounded by, So full of life, but he must die! He must, he must! in that deep dell, 'Tis known that ne'er a proud tree fell I've borne him in these arms, that now And must I see, on that fair brow, The dust untimely flung? I must! yon green oak, branch and crest, Lies floating on the dark lake's breast! The noble boy! -how proudly sprung The falcon from his hand! It seemed like youth to see him young, A flower in his father's land! But the hour of the knell and the dirge is nigh, For the tree hath fallen, and the flower must die. Say not 't is vain! I tell thee, some Felicia Hemans. Brigham. NUN'S WELL, BRIGHAM. HE cattle, crowding round this beverage clear THE To slake their thirst, with reckless hoofs have trod The encircling turf into a barren clod, Through which the waters creep, then disappear, Yet o'er the brink, and round the limestone cell Name that first struck by chance my startled ear,) William Wordsworth. 0, Brignall. BRIGNALL BANKS. BRIGNALL banks are wild and fair, And Greta woods are green, And you may gather garlands there, A maiden on the castle wall Was singing merrily, "O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair, "If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, |