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THE TRUMPET.

The trumpet's voice hath rous'd the land,

Light up the beacon-pyre!
-A hundred hills have seen the brand

And wav'd the sign of fire.
A hundred banners to the breeze
Their
gorgeous

folds have castAnd hark !-was that the sound of seas?

-A king to war went past.

The chief is arming in his hall,

The peasant by his hearth; The mourner hears the thrilling call,

And rises from the earth. The mother on her first-born son,

Looks with a boding eyeThey come not back, though all be won,

Whose young hearts leap so high.

The bard hath ceas'd his song, and bound

The falchion to his side;
E'en for the marriage altar crown'd,

The lover quits his bride.
And all this haste, and change, and fear,

By earthly clarion spread ! How will it be when kingdoms hear

The blast that wakes the dead ?

BERNARDO DEL CARPIO.

The celebrated Spanish champion, Bernardo del Carpio, having made many ineffectual efforts to procure the release of his father, the Count Saldana, who had been imprisoned by King Alfonso of Asturias, almost from the time of Bernardo's birth, at last took up arms in despair. The war which he maintained proved so destructive, that the men of the land gathered round the king, and united in demanding Saldana's liberty. Alfonso accordingly offered Bernardo immediate possession of his father's person, in exchange for his castle of Carpio. Bernardo, without hesitation, gave up his strong hold with all his captives, and being assured that his father was then on his way from prison, rode forth with the king to meet him. “And when he saw his father approaching, he exclaimed,” says the ancient chronicle,“Oh! God, is the Count of Saldana indeed coming ?' "Look where he is,' replied the cruel king, and now go and greet him whom you have so long desired to see.'”—The remainder of the story will be found related in the ballad. The chronicles and romances leave us nearly in the dark, as to Bernardo's future history after this event.

THE warrior bow'd his crested head, and tam'd his heart

of fire, And sued the haughty king to free his long-imprison'd

sire ;

“I bring thee here my fortress-keys, I bring my captive

train, I pledge thee faith, my liege, my lord !-oh! break my

father's chain !”

“ Rise, rise! ev'n now thy father comes, a ransom'd man

this day;

Mount thy good horse, and thou and I will meet him on

his way.”Then lightly rose that loyal son, and bounded on his

steed, And urg'd, as if with lance in rest, the charger's foamy

speed.

And lo! from far, as on they press'd, there came a glit

tering band, With one that ʼmidst them stately rode, as a leader in the

land;

-"Now haste, Bernardo, haste! for there, in very truth,

is he, The father whom thy faithful heart hath yearn'd so long

to see.”

His dark eye flash'd,

-his proud breast heav'd,-his cheek's hue came and went,He reach'd that grey-hair'd chieftain's side, and there

dismounting bent, A lowly knee to earth he bent, his father's hand he

tookWhat was there in its touch that all his fiery spirit

shook ?

That hand was cold—a frozen thing—it dropp'd from his

like leadHe look'd up to the face above,—the face was of the

deadA plume wav'd o'er the noble brow—the brow was fix’d

and whiteHe met at last his father's eyes—but in them was no

sight!

Up from the ground he sprang and gaz'd—but who could

paint that gaze? They hush'd their very hearts that saw its horror and

amaze

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