Faces, clumsily carved in oak, on the back of his arm-chair. Laughed in the flickering light, and the pewter plates on the dresser Silent awhile were its treadles, at rest was its diligent shuttle, As in a church, when the chant of the choir at intervals ceases, Thus as they sat, there were footsteps heard, and, suddenly lifted, Sounded the wooden latch, and the door swung back on its hinges. Benedict knew by the hob-nailed shoes it was Basil the blacksmith, And by her beating heart Evangeline knew who was with him. "Welcome!" the farmer exclaimed, as their footsteps paused on the 66 threshold, Welcome, Basil, my friend! Come, take thy place on the settle Close by the chimney -side, which is always empty without thee; Round and red as the harvest moon through the mist of the marshes." : "Benedict Bellefontaine, thou hast ever thy jest and thy ballad Ever in cheerfullest mood art thou, when others are filled with Gloomy forebodings of ill, and see only ruin before them. Happy art thou, as if every day thou hadst picked up a horseshoe.” Pausing a moment, to take the pipe that Evangeline brought him, And with a coal from the embers had lighted, he slowly continued :— "Four days now are passed since the English ships at their anchors Ride in the Gaspereau's mouth, with their cannon pointed against us. What their design may be is unknown; but all are commanded On the morrow to meet in the church, where his Majesty's mandate Will be proclaimed as law in the land. Alas! in the mean time Many surmises of evil alarm the hearts of the people." Then made answer the farmer :-" Perhaps some friendlier purpose Brings these ships to our shores. Perhaps the harvests in England By the untimely rains or untimelier heat have been blighted, And from our bursting barns they would feed their cattle and children." thinketh the folk in the village," said, warmly, the blacksmith, "Not so Shaking his head, as in doubt; then, heaving a sigh, he continued:"Louisburg is not forgotten, nor Beau Séjour, nor Port Royal. Many already have fled to the forest, and lurk on its outskirts, Arms have been taken from us, and warlike weapons of all kinds; Nothing is left but the blacksmith's sledge and the scythe of the mower." Then with a pleasant smile made answer the jovial farmer : "Safer are we unarmed, in the midst of our flocks and our cornfields, Safer within these peaceful dikes, besieged by the ocean, Than were our fathers in forts, besieged by the enemy's cannon. Filled the barn with hay, and the house with food for a twelvemonth. Shall we not then be glad, and rejoice in the joy of our children?" As apart by the window she stood, with her hand in her lover's, Blushing Evangeline heard the words that her father had spoken, And as they died on his lips the worthy notary entered. III. BENT like a laboring oar, that toils in the surf of the ocean, Over his shoulders; his forehead was high; and glasses with horn bows |