Should yielding charity the scrip supply, Tho' hunger press'd, untouch'd the boon would lie ; But, reasoner, say, are these thy gifts of art, Copied from thee, and do his virtues rise Reckon those scars, which thy unkindness gave, A still-forgiving, still-insulted slave; Reckon that wanton gash, that mangled limb, From hateful vengeance this, and that from whim; Reckon that stunning stroke, which to the ground Brought thy true friend, to welter in his wound; Count too, the anguish of those sounding blows, And the deep stream, that blushes as it flows. Wretch could'st thou see him when thy useless breath At last shall give thee to the grasp of death, When, haply, thy sole mourner, fix'd he stands, There, each extremity of hunger brave; Nor quit the spot, till famine, fraud, or force, Thy savage nature, rage, and stripes forgot ; Then might'st thou wish ingratitude forgiv❜n, And dread that crime of hell to show offended Heav'n!" The Lower World. 1810. IN CHAPTER II. N the ancient Metrical Romance of Syr Tryamoure,' a greyhound plays an important part. King Aradas of Arragon and his lovely Queen Margarete-" She was as treue as steele, and sweete 66 -made grete mone For chyldren together had they none." The king therefore vowed to take the cross; and departed for the "hethenlond." The last night, his queen conceived, and on his return was great with child. During his absence, however, Sir Marrocke, the steward, made false and traitorous love to her, and being repulsed, revenge entered into his heart. He infused his rancorous venom into the weak mind of her husband, who, rashly believing her unfaithful, banished her, allowing only an aged knight and kinsman, Sir Roger, to accompany her. "Forth they wente in nombre thre, Syr Roger, the quene, and the grehounde truely." Sir Marrocke, with a company of his own men, waylaid them in a wood. Sir Roger, powerfully aided by his dog, made a stout defence and slew many "So sore he dede than smyte. Truely his grehounde that was so good |