The holy cup lay glistering there,

    And he kissed that blessèd token,

   For its matchless form unharmèd lay,

    The "Luck" had ne'er been broken!

   The loud halls rung, and the minstrels sung,

    And glad rolled the Esk's bonny tide,

   When Lonsdale's Lady Margaret

    Was Muncaster's winsome bride!

   Now prosper long that baron bold,

    And that bright and blessèd token:

   For Muncaster's Luck is constant yet,

    And the crystal charm unbroken!

   THE PILE OF FOULDREY.

     [i]

    Drawn by G. Pickering.

    Engraved by Edw

     d

    Finden.

   "True, treason never prospers; what's the reason?

   "When treason prospers, 'tis no longer treason!"

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