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Where the tyrant's power is o'er,
Gone, gone, --sold and gone,
Gone, gone,-sold and gone,
To the rice-swamp dank and lone.
All their cruel wrongs are known,
BARCLAY OF URY.
P the streets of Aberdeen,
By the kirk and college green,
Close behind him, close beside,
Flouted him the drunken churl,
Prompt to please her master;
Cursed him as he passed her.
Yet, with calm and stately mien,
And, to all he saw and heard,
Came a troop with broadswords swinging,
Loose and free and froward;
Quoth the foremost, "Ride him down!
"Speak the word, and, master mine, As we charged on Tilly's line,
And his Walloon lancers,
Smiting through their midst we'll teach Civil look and decent speech
To these boyish prancers!"
"Marvel not, mine ancient friend,
"Give me joy that in his name
All else is gone; from those great eyes
When faith is lost, when honor dies,
The man is dead!
Then, pay the reverence of old days
To his dead fame;
Walk backward, with averted gaze,
THE FAIR REBECCA RAWSON AND HER TWO LOVERS.
[Leaves from Margaret Smith's Journal. 1849.-Prose Works. 1866.] NEWBURY ON THE MERRIMACK, May 14, 1678.
E were hardly on our way yesterday, from Agawam, when a dashing young gallant rode up very fast behind us. He was fairly clad in rich stuffs, and rode a nag of good mettle. He saluted us with much ease and courtliness, offering especial compliments to Rebecca, to whom he seemed well known, and who I thought was both glad and surprised at his coming. As I rode near, she said it gave her great joy to bring to each other's acquaintance Sir Thomas Hale, a good friend of her father's, and her cousin Margaret, who, like himself, was a new-comer. He replied, that he should look with favor on any one who was near to her in friendship or kindred; and, on learning my father's name, said he had seen him at his uncle's, Sir Matthew Hale's, many years ago, and could vouch for him as a worthy man. After some pleasant and merry discoursing with us, he and my brother fell into converse upon the state of affairs in the Colony, the late lamentable war with the Narraganset and Pequod Indians, together with the growth of heresy and schism in the churches, which latter he did not scruple to charge upon the wicked policy of the home government in checking the wholesome severity of the laws here enacted against the schemers and ranters. "I quite agree," said he, "with Mr. Rawson, that they should have hanged ten where they did one." Cousin Rebecca here said she was sure her father was now glad the laws were changed, and that he had often told her that, although the condemned deserved their punishment, he was not sure that it was the best way to put down the heresy. If she was ruler, she continued, in her merry way, she would send all the schemers and 'ranters, and all the sour, crabbed busybodies in the churches, off to Rhode Island, where all kinds of folly, in spirituals, as well as temporals, were permitted, and one crazy head could not reproach another.