The Dutt Family Album

The rustle of the forest leaves The trampling of the deer The chirp of birds upon the boughs Are all the sounds they hear. [...] (ON THE FLY-LEAF OF ALFORD'S NEW TESTAMENT.) The shepherds then gave them the glass to look: and they looked and saw something like the gate and also some of the glory of the place.—PILGRINI'S AROGRESS. [...] Long had we roamed with footsteps faint and frail To reach the land of joy and love and light ; The wilderness was drear and dark the night Sheep-track and ford lay wrapt in vapours pale ; The floods had risen and with an angry wail Swept chafing over roots and boulders white ; The lightning's gleam but mocked the aching sight And doleful murmurs filled the blustering gale. [...] When the spring-tide of youth has departed With its sunshine and soft fragrant breath And we wander alone—broken-hearted In this vale of the shadow of death ; And we think of the hopes that have perished Of the joys of our life's early day Of the dear ones so fondly we cherished Who have passed from this cold evorld away ; Of the peace which for ever is banished And faded and fled from our [...] The morning dawns red and the drums fiercely beat The combat is rude and none thinks of retreat ; But the foes they are stronger the Highlanders fly And the shout of the Frenchman peals loud to the sky.