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Believe not every handsome knight,
And dance not with the Water-Spright!*

* As I have taken great liberties with this Ballad, and have been much questioned as to my share in it, I shall here subjoin a literal trans, Jation :

THE WATER-MAN.

"Oh! mother, give me good counsel;
“ How shall I obtain the lovely maid ?".

She form’d for him a horse of clear water,
With a bridle and faddle of sand,

She arm'd him like a gallant knight,
Then rode he into Mary's churchyard.

He bound his horse to the church door,
And paced round the church three times and four,

The Waterman enter'd the church ;
The people throng'd about him both great and small,

The priest was then standing at the altar.
- Who can yonder white chieftain be ?"-

The lovely maiden laugh'd afide
"Oh! would the white chieftain were for me!”

He stepp'd over one stool, and over two;

“ Oh! maiden, give me thy faith and troth !”

He stepp'd over stools three and four,
"Oh! lovely maiden go with me!"

The lovely maid gave him her hand.

s. There halt thou my troth ; I follow thee readily."

They

They went out with the wedding guests :
They danced gaily, and without thought of danger,

:

They danced on till they reached the strand
And now they were alone hand in hand.

ali Lovely maiden, hold my

borse : “ The prettiest little vessel will I bring for you."

And when they came to the white fand,
All the thips made to land.

And when they came to deep water
The lovely maiden sank to the ground,

Long heard they who stood on the shore,
How the lovely maiden shriek'd among the waves,

I advise you, damsels, as earnestly as I can,
Dance not with the Water-man.

No

No. XII.

THE FIRE-KING.

" THE BLESSINGS OF THE EVIL GENII, WHICH ARE CURSES " WERE UPON HIM."

Eastern Tale.

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(By the translator of Goethe's “ Goetz of Berlichingen.”) For more of this gentleman's Ballads, both original and translatedy

Glenfinlas," and the Poems following it.

See

Bold knights and fair dames, to my harp give an ear,
Of love, and of war, and of wonder to hear,
And you haply may figh in the midst of your glee
At the tale of Count Albert and fair Rosalie.

O fee you that castle, so strong and so high?
And see you that lady, the tear in her eye?
And see you that palmer, from Palestine's land,
The shell on his hat, and the stafi in his hand?

-"Now palmer, grey palmer, Otell unto me ** What news bring you home from the Holy Countrie ; " And how goes the warfare by Gallilee's strand, And how fare our nobles, the flower of the land ?”

-“ O well goes the warfare by Gallilee's wave, “ For Gilead, and Nablous, and Ramah we have, “ And well fare our nobles by Mount Libanon, “ For the Heathen have lost, and the Christians have

won.”.

A rich chain of gold mid her ringlets there hung ; That chain o'er the palmer's grey locks has the flung; “ -Oh! palmer, grey palmer, this chain be thy fee,

For the news thou hast brought from the East Countrie,

* And palmer, good palmer, by Gallilee's wave, “O saw ye Count Albert, the gentle and brave? " When the Crescent went back, and the Red-cross rush'd

on, “O saw ye him foremost on Mount Libanon?”

_“O lady, fair lady, the tree green it grows, “O lady, fair lady, the stream pare it flows, “ Your castle stands strong, and your hopes foar on high, “ But lady, fair lady, all blossoms to die.

“ The green boughs they wither, the thunderbolt falls, “ It leaves of your caftle but levin-Scorch'd walls,

The

“ The pure stream runs muddy, the gay hope is gone, “ Count Albert is taken on Mount Libanon.”

O she's ta'en a horse should be fleet at her speed,
And she's ta’en a sword should be sharp at her need,
And she has ta’en shipping for Palestine's land,
To ransom Count Albert from Soldanrie's hand.

Small thought had Count Albert on fair Rosalie,
Small thought on his faith, or his knighthood had he;
A heathenish damsel his light heart had won,
The Soldan's fair daughter of Mount Libanon).

-“ Oh! Christian, brave Christian, my love would'It

thou be? “ Three things must thou do ere I hearken to thee » Our laws and our worship on thee shalt thou take, " And this thou shalt firit do for Zulema's fake.

And next in the cavern, where burns evermore “ The mystical flame which the Curdinans adore, “ Alone and in silence three nights shalt thou wake, “ And this thou shalt next do for Zuleina's fake,

“ And last, thou shalt aid us witli council and hand,
“ To drive the Frank robbers from Palestine's land;
“ For my lord and my love then Count Albert l'il take,
“ When all this is accomplish'd for Zulema's fake.”

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