The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1861-10-08

The lark vas joeund IL the sky,
The rci.brrAst 10 the thorn,
But al the father flowed Ia tears,
On that unhappy morn.
Yet Who can tell Lleusllyn's JOY
To ind that faithful Tray,
A noble dog whom much be loy'd,
Had traced bis masters way.
This generous brute of speech bcreh.
Had natsrs Ia bis hearE
And rArely from his masters steps
Could be be forced to part.
Unlike the mass u human kind.
His friendship was his breath,
And though neglee, was on his lot.
lie loved and loved till death.
The father, son and faithful Tray,
Pursued their devious path,
Nor knew IL fortune followed there,
In mercy or 10 wrath.
At length they found mountain glen,
Embowered beneath the shade,
Where first an ancient Eremite
Ills humble lodge had made.
Ofshapeless trunks the fabric rose.
With ould'ring faggots join'd,
And DER the whole the shapeless roots
OF mountain moss entwined.
And yet, from winds. and snow, and rain,
II kept them warm and dry;
And what conspir'd to please them most,
A brook ran babbling BY.
SO there within bis mantle warm.
The father wrapt his child,
And as he muffied up its face
The lovely eherub smil'd,
"Sleep charming babe p the father cried,
And lifting high in air,
Thus, TO the Power that rules above,
ADDRESSED parents prayer.
defend the child Almighty friend
AT morning, noon, and even,
And all those orphan babes protect,
Whose mothers are in heaven
Thus having said--he press'd his boy
With feryer to his breast
And laid it by his faithful Tray,
Aud left il to its rest.
For Tray was trusty to his friend
To do what dogs can do
And well he understood his task
And loved his duty too.
So, good Llewellyn went abroad
With mantle, bow and spear,
To hunt the wild boar in his haunt,
Or chase the timid deer.
For, milk to feed bis little one.
Or mama like the dew,
Or wholesome roots, or luscious fruits,
That mountain never knew.
Through many winding way he went,
And many rocky dell.-
When just at eve a speekied fawn
Before the archer fell.
With bounding joy, thro' copsc and glade,
The welcome prize he bore,
And threw his hard earn'd trophy down,
Fast by his cabin door.
The watchdog heard his masters tread,
And few to his caresses,
But horror struck the father dumb,
And fixed him motionlessi-
For see, the cloak that wrapt his child,
In bloody taters rent;
And the grim monsters shaggy form,
With clotted gore bespotteds
"Ungrateful wretch Llewellyn cried
With madd ming frenzy Wild
Aud could'st thou thus betray thy trust,
And thus devour my child
"Detested brute be this thy doom
Insatiate hend, depart !"
And lifting high his glittering spear,
lie pierced him TO the heart.
One meek, imploring, dying look,-
One bitter cry Of death,-
That kindly child Llewellyn's wrath,
And Tray resgn'd his breath.
The father press d his aching brain.
Tumultuous with despair
But look, behind yon cabin door
A bleeding wolf lies there
For many an hour the faithful dog
Had kept the foe at bay,
And thus, at length, had stretch'd him deaf
In dreadful battlc-fray.
And look, beneath those tatter'd shreds,
In yonder angle strown;
Llewellyn ! there behold, unscathed,
Thy little one, thine own
He laughs to greet his fathers smile,
And lives his fathers joy;
While fame awaits Llewellyn's Dog,
That saved Llewellyn's boy.