THE goodman sat beside his door A glimmer of heat was in the air; The dark green woods were still ; And the skirts of a heavy thunder-cloud Hung over the western hill. Black, thick, and vast arose that cloud As some dark world from upper air At times the solemn thunder pealed, Just as the first big rain-drop fell, And stood before the farmer's door, With travel soiled and lame. Sad seemed he, yet sustaining hope Was in his quiet glance, 37 And peace, like autumn's moonlight, clothed His tranquil countenance. A look, like that his Master wore It told of wrongs, - but of a love "Friend! wilt thou give me shelter here?" The stranger meekly said; And, leaning on his oaken staff, The goodman's features read." "My life is hunted, -evil men Are following in my track; The traces of the torturer's whip Are on my aged back. "And much, I fear, 't will peril thee Within thy doors to take A hunted seeker of the Truth, O, kindly spoke the goodman's wife, Then came the aged wanderer in, | While all within grew dark as night Beneath the storm-cloud's frown. But while the sudden lightning's blaze A heavy tramp of horses' feet Came sounding up the lane, "Now, Goodman Macey, ope thy door, - Out looked the cautious goodman. then, For there, with broad wig drenched with | And of his bondage hard and long rain, The parish priest he saw. heard, With sickening childhood's wail, It suits not with our tale to tell : "Ho, sheriff!" quoth the ardent priest, "Take Goodman Macey too; The sin of this day's heresy His back or purse shall rue." "Now, goodwife, haste thee!" Macey cried, She caught his manly arm :Behind, the parson urged pursuit, With outcry and alarm. Ho! speed the Maceys, neck or naught,— The plashing on its pebbled shore A gray rock, tasselled o'er with birch, And at its base, with every wave, THE EXILES. "Curse, an' thou wilt," said Macey, "but | A plaything of the restless wave, Thy blessing prithee spare." The boat on ocean tossed. The glory of the sunset heaven 39 They passed the gray rocks of Cape Ann, How brightly broke the morning On passed the bark in safety Round isle and headland steep, Far round the bleak and stormy Cape And how, in log-built cabin, They braved the rough sea-weather And there, in peace and quietness, Went down life's vale together: God bless the sea-beat island! THE NEW WIFE AND THE OLD. DARK the halls, and cold the feast, Gone the bridemaids, gone the priest : ll is over, - all is done, Twain of yesterday are one! Blooming girl and manhood gray, utumn in the arms of May! Hushed within and hushed without, Dancing feet and wrestlers' shout; Dies the bonfire on the hill ; 11 is dark and all is still, ave the starlight, save the breeze Hoaning through the graveyard trees; nd the great sea-waves below, "ulse of the midnight beating slow. rom the brief dream of a bride he hath wakened, at his side. With half-uttered shriek and start, eels she not his beating heart? _nd the pressure of his arm, nd his breathing near and warm? ightly from the bridal bed rom the oaken mantel glowing stless lies the strong man there, lver-streaked his careless hair; ps of love have left no trace n that hard and haughty face nd that forehead's knitted thought Ove's soft hand hath not unwrought. ; Yet," she sighs, "he loves me well, ore than these calm lips will tell. cooping to my lowly state, e hath made me rich and great, nd I bless him though he be Ring and bracelet all are gone, Ah! the dead wife's voice she knows! Open with a dull surprise. In his arms the strong man folds her, "Nay, a dream, - an idle dream." But before the lamp's pale gleam Tremblingly her hand she raises, There no more the diamond blazes, Star-like, beneath whose sombre shade, The quenching of the immortal mind, Hark to that cry!-long, loud, and shrill, ! |