The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1844-11-23

Long ere the lay had ceased, the CLOUD
in the sultan's eve had dissolved itself in
tears. Never had music so moved his
soul. the lutte was enchanted The
youth was Pei, who had lost his way !!
Surely it must be sop
But sing me now a bolder slrain!''-
And the beautiful child flung back his
golden curls-and swept the strings more
proudly than before, and his voice took ii
clarion-tone, and his dark. steel blue eyes
flashed with heroic fire as he sang
THE CRIMSON PLUME.
OH know yc the knight oftle red waving plume
10! his lightning smile CLEANS through the bat
ties wild gloom,
Like fash through the tempest; oh, fly from
that smile!
T is the wiG-fre Of fi,ry--it glows to begue
And his sword waSe is death, and his waI-cry is
DOOM
Oh! brave not the knight Of the dark crimson
plane!
His armor IS black as the blacklist midnight
His stccd like the occan-foam, spotlessiy white;
His crest-a crouchGC tiger who dreams Of fierce
Its motto Beware! for | wake 10 destroy!'
And his sw0rdwave is DEATH and his war-cry is
doom!
Oh brave not the knight Of the dark crimson
plume!
"By Allah thou hast magic in thy
voice! One more! and ask what thou
wilt. Were ii my sgnel-ring, i is gran
tedn'
Tears of rapture sprung to the eyes of
the minstrel boy, as the sultan spoke, and
his young cheek flushed like a morning
cloud. Bending over his lutte TO hide hi,
emotion, he warbled once again
TIE BROKEN HEARTS APPEAL.
Give me back my childhood's truth
Give lie back my guiluless youth!
Pleasure, Glory, Fortune, Fame,
These will not sloop to cIalul
Take i,cm! All Of BeauLy's power,
All the triumph Of this hour
Is not worth one blush you stole
Give Inc back my bloom Of soul
Take the cup and take the gem!
What have to do with them:
Loose the garland from thy hair!
Thou shoIidst wind the nght.sadc there;
Thou VINO inst, with Il uterlng art,
PusuntiOWeIs IL bind my hGQrn
Give ME Oach the rose you stole
Give me back nay bloom Of soul!
"Nams thy wish, lair child, But tell
ne first what good genius has charmed
Thy Lutte for ,hee, that ,Ius it sWuys the
sOuif"
"A child like angel, with large melan-
choly eyes Gnd lngs Of lambert EilG--we
Franks have named hjm Love. lie led
me here and brra'hed upon M Lutte"
"And WheIels lie now?o
81 have hidden him in my heart" said
the boy, bIushing as he replied.
And what is the boon thou wouldst
ask2n
The youthful stranger bent lis knee,
aud said, in Iultering tones-"TEou hast
"a captive Christian knight; lie, him go free
and Love shall bless thy lhrone!'
"lle is lhine-lhou shalt myself re-
lease him. Here, take my sgnet with
thee"
And the fair boy glided like an angel
Of light through the guards al the dungeon
door. Bolts and bars fell before him
Tor he bore the talIsmen Of Power-and
he stood i'll his beauty and grace at the
captive's couch. and babe hlm rise and 90
forth, for he was flee.
DE Courcy, half awake, eazed wi|,(ul-
ly on the benign eyes that bent over him
He had just been dreaming of his guar
dian angel; and when he saw The beaule
Gus stranger buy-wllh ms locks of light
his heavenly sHlle--hs pale, sweet
ace--he had no doubt that this was the
celestial vlsiant of lis dreams. and, fol-
lowing with love and reverence his spirit,
guide, he scarcely wondered at his sud-
den disappearance when they reached the
court.
CHAPTER III.
"Pure as Aurora when she leaves her conch,
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