The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1869-09-03
For The -Rgis C Liteliigencer
THE hartford TOURNAMENT.
gYgHIsT.


Now er The plain. an eager crowd
Spreads widely, while each face avowed
The ardent zeal and purpose strong,
Which gathered there go vast throng,
Impatient waiting to behold
Our youth, In mimic sport OF old,
For beauty's blushing queen to strive,
Aud bid chivalrc scenes revive.
Nor wait they lonS-tle lists are clear
The knights on goodly steeds appear,
Midway the course doth glitioring swing,
In gaze If all, the tn, get ring,
And near 1t sit with 50 emn port
The judges in this royal sport,
Now faint and tender, swectly low,
Soft musics gentler accents h.w,
Like lovers voice ut eve;
Now shrilly clam'ring DER the crowd
The waT-nOtes thunder loud,
Aud bid each bosom heayt
With something of that lofty zeal,
That men ON edge of battle feel
Aud oil methnks, twere vain to guess,
Mid such II scene of lovelness,
What form was faiicst, or what face
Flashed on the gaze with queenliest grace
Here, Annic's eye so full of mrth-
She never blGshes, so she said
I'm sure that any spot OF earth
Would grow au Eden meath her tread;
Yet, when gazed on Salies face,
Rich in aristocratic grace,
grew u traitor 10 the first
Forall my iaDcies were reversed.
There Mary, too, pcrchance than all
o. whom the gazer's eye might fall,
More winsume still did seem
So stately graceful calmly sweet,
Hers is the iaco I'd always meet,
II waking moments could repeat,
The witchery OF dream.
But why point out some stars alone,
When thousands round me brightly shone
And sooth to say, 1t were not WELL
On such theme my pen should dwell.
Now to tho opened list We turn,
Where knights arrAyed for contest burn,
The herald with the quiet grace
OF noble culture, filled his place.
He calls u knight-a gallant steei
Springs DER the track ut topmos. speed
Ills riders stranger-ieatures claim
The glance Of many u Hartford dame,
Which, though at whrlwind speed he past,
Upon his handsome face was cast.
lie aims-ah few 30 sure to seize
The Nictors crown in sports like these.
Again the herald loudly cries.
Ills skill the knight of Woodyiew tries.
he iails by fortunes cruel chance
Nor claims the ring his errins lance.
Pelayu's knight, with vain essay,
Cnlncky bears no ring away;
Aud yet again no plaudits hail
The frutless efforts of Dunkale;
And Ivanhoe's uncertain aim
Fails TOO tile target s disc 10 Claim
Long Green and Aubufns champions, too,
e Along the track all yainly few,
And Emmorton, with keen regret,
Within the ling no lance-point set.
But now knight along the course
Urges at speed melted horse;
A ponderous spear his nervous hand,
Like Simpsons, can with ease command.
Borne on his massive spear doth cling
The glittering compass OF the ring.
Then FARM ton. gallant bny.
Next lightly bears the ring away.
Ali now behold sorrel steed
Unmatched in beauty, spirit, speed,
lie needs no spur to urge his force
To utmost limit DER that course;
The brave Woodlawn tho steed bestridcs---
No hand that day more truly guides
Or chargers rein, or kpightly lance,
Wlate'er be tickle fortunes chance;
lie aims, and cleaning down the lines
Upon his lance the prize ring shines.
Loretta then, and Pleasautville
Attempt the tilt with equal skill.
The gallant knight of Mount Repose
Though last, a skill as certain shows.
Three times must each brave knight career,
With flying steed and brundished spear;
And thrice victor nlnst have bepn,
Ere he may crown his bosom's queen.
Each hath done well" the judge declares,
But Pleasantyille tile laurel wears"
Anu tHe VAST tIToHB WIFI WIFI acclaim
Recount his deods and shout his fame
But now hardy knight appears,
Who filings gauntlet in the dust.
Not cen the champions arm he fears,
And dares him to renew the joust.
Then spoke the knight of Baltimore,
Il will repeat the fitting DER,
With me thou mayest lay lance in rest,
And II with victory thou be blest,
Then shall our champions arm attest,
Not lightly can be borno away,
The honors won this glorious day
Nor did the graceful knight allow
The issue to remain in doubt
Three hits, sac eessive soon avow
Him victor in the bout.
will not each event recall,
Nor strive to trace the fate ofall,
None gazed upon the scene but inn .
Would soon behold the like again.
The knights and DANES of ancient joust
Are silent now in pulseless dust,
Yet love of maid still fires the breast,
Once more to lay the lance in rest,
Agaim to rouse, excite the heart
In exercise Of manly art