Until, alack! his faithful steed fell lame.

He leapt aground and o'er his arm he drew

 For Eric's belt then held in close embrace, As erst long months ago, A precious note. 'Twas gone! and its contents would clearly show His lurking place and hers—Alas! who wrote To beg she soon might see her Harold face to face. 

For Eric's belt then held in close embrace,

As erst long months ago,

A precious note.

'Twas gone! and its contents would clearly show

His lurking place and hers—Alas! who wrote

 The smuggler begged young Eric show the road He'd come. Then armed they go; But without need; For where Rowena's page alighted, lo! The missive lay. They hasten back with speed; And as they give God thanks, more eyes than one o'erflowed. 

The smuggler begged young Eric show the road

He'd come. Then armed they go;

But without need;

For where Rowena's page alighted, lo!

The missive lay. They hasten back with speed;

 

 

 Another Dungeon Tenant. 

 "We e'en must quit, dear Mike, thy safe retreat; 'Tis clear, they're on our track. Of this be sure, That you henceforth in life shall nothing lack That heart can wish or wealth of mine procure. Swift send to Wynnwood Hall, a trusty man and fleet!" 

"We e'en must quit, dear Mike, thy safe retreat;

'Tis clear, they're on our track.

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