The Children's Garland from the Best Poets Part 45

_Sir W. Scott_

Cx.x.xIV

_INCIDENT_

_Characteristic of a Favourite Dog_

On his morning rounds the master Goes to learn how all things fare; Searches pasture after pasture, Sheep and cattle eyes with care; And for silence, or for talk, He hath comrades in his walk; Four dogs each of a different breed, Distinguished, two for scent, and two for speed.

See a hare before him started!

--Off they fly in earnest chase; Every dog is eager-hearted, All the four are in the race!

And the hare whom they pursue Knows from instinct what to do; Her hope is near, no turn she makes; But like an arrow to the river takes.

Deep the river was and crusted Thinly by a one night's frost; But the nimble hare hath trusted To the ice, and safely crost; She hath crost, and without heed All are following at full speed, When lo! the ice so thinly spread, Breaks, and the greyhound Dart is overhead!

Better fate have Prince and Swallow-- See them cleaving to the sport!

Music has no heart to follow, Little Music, she stops short.

She hath neither wish nor heart, Hers is now another part: A loving creature she, and brave!

And fondly strives her struggling friend to save.

From the brink her paws she stretches, Very hands as you would say!

And afflicting moans she fetches, As he breaks the ice away.

For herself she hath no fears,-- Him alone she sees and hears,-- Makes efforts with complainings; nor gives o'er, Until her fellow sinks to re-appear no more.

_W. Wordsworth_

Cx.x.xV

_KING LEAR AND HIS THREE DAUGHTERS_

King Lear once ruled in this land With princely power and peace; And had all things with heart's content, That might his joys increase.

Amongst those things that nature gave, Three daughters fair had he, So princely seeming, beautiful, As fairer could not be.

So on a time it pleased the king A question thus to move, Which of his daughters to his grace Could show the dearest love: 'For to my age you bring content,'

Quoth he, 'then let me hear, Which of you three in plighted troth The kindest will appear.'

To whom the eldest thus began: 'Dear father mine,' quoth she, 'Before your face to do you good, My blood shall rendered be: And for your sake my bleeding heart Shall here be cut in twain, Ere that I see your reverend age The smallest grief sustain.'

'And so will I,' the second said, 'Dear father, for your sake, The worst of all extremities I'll gently undertake: And serve your highness night and day With diligence and love; That sweet content and quietness Discomforts may remove.'

'In doing so, you glad my soul,'

The aged king replied; 'But what say'st thou, my youngest girl, How is thy love ally'd?'

'My love' quoth young Cordelia then 'Which to your grace I owe, Shall be the duty of a child, And that is all I'll show.'

'And wilt thou show no more,' quoth he, 'Than doth thy duty bind?

I well perceive thy love is small, When as no more I find.

Henceforth I banish thee my court, Thou art no child of mine; Nor any part of this my realm By favour shall be thine.

'Thy elder sisters' loves are more Than I can well demand, To whom I equally bestow My kingdom and my land, My pompal state and all my goods, That lovingly I may With those thy sisters be maintain'd Until my dying day.'

Thus flattering speeches won renown By these two sisters here; The third had causeless banishment, Yet was her love more dear: For poor Cordelia patiently Went wand'ring up and down, Unhelp'd, unpitied, gentle maid, Through many an English town.

Until at last in famous France She gentler fortunes found; Though poor and bare, yet she was deem'd The fairest on the ground: Where, when the king her virtues heard, And this fair lady seen, With full consent of all his court, He made his wife and queen.

Her father, King Lear, this while With his two daughters stay'd: Forgetful of their promis'd loves, Full soon the same decay'd; And living in Queen Regan's court, The eldest of the twain, She took from him his chiefest means, And most of all his train.

For whereas twenty men were wont To wait with bended knee, She gave allowance but to ten, And after scarce to three; Nay, one she thought too much for him; So took she all away, In hope that in her court, good king, He would no longer stay.

'Am I rewarded thus,' quoth he, 'In giving all I have Unto my children, and to beg For what I lately gave?

I'll go unto my Gonorell: My second child, I know, Will be more kind and pitiful, And will relieve my woe.'

Full fast he hies then to her court; Who, when she heard his moan, Return'd him answer, that she griev'd That all his means were gone; But no way could relieve his wants; Yet, if that he would stay Within her kitchen, he should have What scullions gave away.

When he had heard with bitter tears, He made his answer then; 'In what I did, let me be made Example to all men.

I will return again,' quoth he, 'Unto my Regan's court; She will not use me thus, I hope, But in a kinder sort.'

Where when he came she gave command To drive him thence away: When he was well within her court (She said) he would not stay.

Then back again to Gonorell The woful king did hie, That in her kitchen he might have What scullion boys set by.

But there of that he was denied, Which she had promised late; For once refusing, he should not Come after to her gate.

Thus 'twixt his daughters for relief He wander'd up and down; Being glad to feed on beggar's food, That lately wore a crown.

And calling to remembrance then His youngest daughter's words, That said the duty of a child Was all that love affords; But doubting to repair to her Whom he had banish'd so, Grew frantic mad; for in his mind He bore the wounds of woe:

Which made him rend his milkwhite locks And tresses from his head, And all with blood bestain his cheeks, With age and honour spread.

To hills and woods and watery founts He made his hourly moan, Till hills and woods and senseless things Did seem to sigh and groan.

Even thus possest with discontents, He pa.s.sed o'er to France, In hopes from fair Cordelia there To find some gentler chance; Most virtuous dame! which when she heard Of this her father's grief, As duty bound she quickly sent Him comfort and relief:

And by a train of n.o.ble peers, In brave and gallant sort, She gave in charge he should be brought To Aganippus' court; Whose royal king with n.o.ble mind So freely gave consent To muster up his knights at arms, To fame and courage bent.

And so to England came with speed, To repossess King Lear And drive his daughters from their thrones By his Cordelia dear.

Where she, true-hearted n.o.ble queen, Was in the battle slain; Yet he, good king, in his old days, Possest his crown again.

But when he heard Cordelia's death, Who died indeed for love Of her dear father, in whose cause She did this battle move, He swooning fell upon her breast, From whence he never parted: But on her bosom left his life, That was so truly hearted.

_Old Ballad_