Not long with this endeavour A charming spot he found; "Ah, here," exclaimed the monarch, "Within this lonely cottage, Then all the courtiers mocked her, She neither loves nor fears; We would knock her ugly hovel About her ugly ears! "When ever was a subject Who might the king withstand? But, to their deep amazement, "Good woman, never heed them, "To raze it in a moment, A hundred poets chant ; "But power is scarcely worthy Contemns the widow's cause, Or perpetrates injustice By trampling on the laws. "That I have wronged the meanest "And I will build beside it, Now from his spoken purpose Sure such unseemly neighbours His silly courtiers swore; But all true loyal subjects, They loved the king the more. Long, long he ruled his kingdom In honour and renown; But danger ever threatens The head that wears a crown, And Fortune, tired of smiling, For once put on a frown. For ever secret Envy Pursues the good and great; And ever base Ambition Will end in deadly Hate! And so two wicked courtiers, Who long had strove in vain, By craft and evil counsels To mar the monarch's reign, Contrived a scheme infernal Whereby he should be slain ! But as all deeds of darkness Κι To plan their wicked treason, Hard by the widow's cot, "I see,”—exclaimed the Persian,— The widow's humble cottage Has propped a monarch's throne!" J. Godfrey Saxe. THE GLOVE AND THE LIONS. ING FRANCIS was a hearty king, and loved a royal sport, And one day, as his lions strove, sat looking on the court; The nobles filled the benches round, the ladies by their sides, And 'mongst them sat the Count de Lorge, with one for whom he sighed. And truly 'twas a gallant thing to see the crowning show Valour and love, and a king above, and the royal beasts below. Ramped and roared the lions, with horrid laughing jaws, They bit, they glared, gave blows like beams, a wind went with their paws; With wallowing might and stifled roar they rolled one on another, Till all their pit with sand and mane was in a thund'rous smother; The bloody foam above the bars came whizzing through the air Said Francis then, "Faith, gentlemen, we're better here than there!" De Lorge's love o'erheard the king—a beauteous, lively dame, With smiling lips, and sharp, bright eyes, which always seemed the same. She thought, "The Count, my lover, is brave as brave can be: He surely would do wondrous things, to show his love of me! King, ladies, lovers, all look on-the occasion is divine, I'll drop my glove to prove his love-great glory will be mine!" She dropped her glove to prove his love-then looked on him and smiled: He bowed, and in a moment leaped among the lions wild: The leap was quick, return was quick; he soon regained his place, Then threw the glove-but not with love-right in the lady's face. "By George!" cried Francis, "rightly done!" and he rose from where he sat ; "Not love," quoth he, “but vanity, sets love a task like that!" Leigh Hunt. TOM BOWLING. HERE, a sheer hulk, lies poor Tom Bowling, The darling of our crew; No more he'll hear the tempest howling, |