John Maynard.

[Pg xi]

Excalibur.

The Death of Arthur.

A Wet Sheet and a Flowing Sea.

The Leap of Curtius.

The Ride from Ghent to Aix.

A Yarn.

[Pg 13]

[Pg 13]

“Curfew must not ring To-night.”

Curfew must not ring To-night

ENGLAND’S sun, bright setting o’er the hills so far away,

Filled the land with misty beauty at the close of one sad day;

And the last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,—

He with step so slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;

He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she, with lips so cold and white,

Struggled to keep back the murmur, “Curfew must not ring to-night.”

“Sexton,” Bessie’s white lips faltered, pointing to the prison old,

With its walls so tall and gloomy, walls so dark and damp and cold,—

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