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Finds comfort in himself and in his cause;
The above Verses were written soon after tidings had been received of the Death of Lord Nelson, which event directed the Author's thoughts to the subject. His respect for the memory of his great fellow-countryman induces him to mention this; though he is well aware that the Verses must suffer from any connection in the Reader's mind with a Name to illustrious.
When the Brothers reach'd the gateway,
Eustace pointed with his lance
To the Horn which there was hanging;
Horn of the inheritance.
Horn it was which none could sound,
No one upon living ground,
Save He who came as nightful Heir
To Egremont's Domains and Castle fair.
Heirs from ages without record
Had the House of Lucie born,
Who of right had claim'd the Lordship
By the proof upon the Horn:
Each at the appointed hour
Tried the Horn, it own'd his power;
He was acknowledged: and the blast
Which good Sir Eustace sounded was the last.
With his lance Sir Eustace pointed,
And to Hubert thus said he,
"What I speak this Horn shall witness
"For thy better memory.
"Hear, then, and neglect me not!
"At this time, and on this spot,
"The words are utter'd from my heart,
"As my last earnest prayer ere we depart.
"On good service we are going
"Life to risk by sea and land;
"In which course if Christ our Saviour
"Do my sinful soul demand,
"Hither come thou back straightway,
'* Hubert, if alive that day;
"Return, and sound the Horn, that we
"May have a living House still left in thee!"
"Fear not," quickly answer'd Hubert;
"As I am thy Father's son,
"What thou askest, noble Brother,
« With God's favour shall be done."
So were both right well content:
From the Castle forth they went.
And at the head of their Array
To Palestine the Brothers took their way.
Side by side they fought (the Lucieg
Were a line for valour fam'd)
And where'er their strokes alighted
There the Saracens were tam'd.
Whence, then, could it come the thought.
By what evil spirit brought?
Oh! can a brave Man wish to take
His Brother's life, for Land's and Castle's sake?
"Sir!" the Ruffians said to Hubert,