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175 Under the leaning willows
In the shadow of the hill.
But oft the idle fisher
Sits on the shadowy bank,
Where the wizard's lapstone sank.
And still, in the summer twilights,
When the river seems to run
Warm with the melted sun,
185 The weary mill-girl lingers
Beside the charmed stream,
Shape and color her dream.
the sunset gardens, 190 The rosy signals fly;
Her homestead beckons from the cloud,
And love goes sailing by!
AMONG the earliest converts to the doctrines of Friends in Scotland was Barclay of Ury, an old and distinguished soldier, who had fought under Gustavus Adolphus in Germany. As a Quaker, he became the object of persecution and abuse at the hands of the magistrates and the populace. None bore the indignities of the mob with greater patience and nobleness of soul than this once proud gentleman and soldier. One of his friends, on an occasion of uncommon rudeness, lamented that he should be treated so harshly in his old age who had been so honored before. “I find more satis faction," said Barclay, "as well as honor, in being thus insulted for my religious principles, than when, a few years ago, it was usual for the magistrates, as I passed the city of Aberdeen, to meet me on the road and conduct me to public entertainment in their hall, and then escort me out again, to gaid
Up the streets of Aberdeen,
Rode the Laird of Ury;
Pressed the mob in fury.
Flouted him the drunken churl,
Prompt to please her master;
Cursed him as he passed her.
Yet, with calm and stately mien,
Came he slowly riding;
And, to all he saw and heard
Turning not for chiding.
Came a troop with broadswords swinging, 20 Bits and bridles sharply ringing,
Loose and free and froward;
Drive the Quaker coward!”
25 But from out the thickening crowd
Barclay! Hol a Barclay!”
Saw a comrade, battle tried,
Who with ready weapon bare,
Cried aloud : “God save us,
With the brave Gustavus?”
“Nay, I do not need thy sword,
thee: 40 Passive to his holy will, Trust I in my Master still,
Even though he slay me.
35. It was at Lützen, near Leipzig, tha: Guslavus Adolphus fell in 1632. He was the hero of Schiller’s Wallenstein, which Carlyle calls "the greatest tragedy of the eighteenth cent.
“ Pledges of thy love and faith,
Proved on many a field of death,
Marvelled much that henchman bold,
Now so meekly pleaded.
" Woe's the day!” he sadly said,
And a look of pity;
In his own good city!
55 Speak the word, and, master mine,
And his Walloon lancers,
Civil look and decent speech
“ Marvel not, mine ancient friend,
Quoth the Laird of Ury,
Bonds and stripes in Jewry?
“ Give me joy that in His name
All these vain ones offer;
56. Count de Tilly was a fierce soldier under Wallenstein who in the Thirty Years' War laid siege to Magdeburg, and after two years took it and displayed great barbarity towarc ehe inhabitants. The phrase, “like old Tilly," is still heard sometimes in New England of any piece of special ferocity.
70 While for them He suffereth long, Shall I answer wrong with wrong,
Scoffing with the scoffer?
“ Happier I, with loss of all,
Hunted, outlawed, held in thrall, 75
With few friends to greet me,
With bared heads to meet me.
“ When each goodwife, o'er and o'er, 80 Blessed me as I passed her door;
And the snooded daughter, Through her casement glancing down, Smiled on him who bore renown
From red fields of slaughter.
85 “ Hard to feel the stranger's scoff,
Hard to learn forgiving;
And His love with theirs accords, 90 Warm and fresh and living.
Through this dark and stormy night Faith beholds a feeble light
Up the blackness streaking ; Knowing God's own time is best, 95 In a patient hope I rest
For the full day-breaking!"
So the Laird of Ury said,
Towards the Tolbooth prison,