Vilas County news. [volume] (Eagle River, Vilas County, Wis.) 1896-1927, 1900-06-11
BARCLAY OF URY.


Pressed the mob in fury.
Flouted him the drunken churl,
Jeered at him the serving-girl,
Prompt to please her master;
And the begging carlin, late
Fed and clothed at Ury's gate,
Cursed him as he passed her.
But from out the thickening crowd
Drive the Quaker coward"
Came troop with broadswords
swinging,
Bits and brides sharply ringing,
Loose and free and forward;
Quoth the foremost, ride him down?
Push him! prick him! Through the
town
Came he slowly riding;
And to all he saw and heard
Answering not with bitter word,
Turned not for Gliding.
Up the streets of Aberdeen
Yet with calm and stately mien
Cried a sudden voice and loud:
Barclay! Ho! a Barclay!"
And the old man at his side
Saw a comrade, battlefield
Scared and sunburned darklys
Who, with ready weapon bare,
Fronting to the troopers there,
Cried aloud: "God save us!
Call We coward him who stood
Ankle-deep in Lutzen's blood,
With the brave Gustavus?"
NAY, do not need thy sword,
Comrade mine" said Ury's lord;
put it up, pray thee.
Passive to His holy will,
Trust I in my Master still,
Even though he Stay me-
pledge of thy love and faith,
Proved on many field of death,
Not by me are needed"
Marvelled much that henchman bold,
That his laird, so stout of old,
Now so meekly pleaded.
Woes the day." he sadly said,
With slowly shaking head,
And look of pity;
"Ury's honest lord reviled,
Mock of knave and sport of child,
In his own good city!
Speak the word, and, master mine,
AS we charged on Tilly's line,
And his Walloon lancers,
Shifting through their midst,
teach
Civil look and decent speech
To these boyish prancers!"
Marvel not, mine ancient friend
Like beginning, like the end!"
Quoth the laird of Ury:
us the sinful servant more
Than his gracious Lord who bore
Bonds and stripes in Jewry?
"Give me joy that in his name
can bear, with patient frame,
All these vain ones offer;
While for them he suffered long,
Shall I answer wrong with wrong
Soothing with the scoffer?
Happier I, with loss of all
Hunted, outlaWed, held in thrall,
With few friends to greet me
Than when reeve and squire were
seen
Riding out from Aberdeen
With barred head to meet me;
when each good wife, DER and o'erv
Blessed me as passed her door;
And the spooded daughter,
Through her easement glancing down.
Smiled on him who bore renoWn
From red fields of slaughter.
lizard to feel the strangers scott,
Hard the old friends falling off,
Hard to learn forgiving;
But the Lord His own rewards,
And His love with theirs accords
Warm and fresh and living.
Through this dark and stormy night
Faith beholds feeble light
Up the blackness streaking;
Knowing Gods own time is best,
In a patient hope rest
For the full day-breaking!"
So the laird of Ury said \
Turning slow his horses head
Towards the Tolbooth prison.
Where, through iron gates, he heard
Towards the Tolbotoh prison,
Where, through iron gates, he heard
Poor disciples of the Word
Preach of Christ arisen!
Not in vain, confessor old,
Unto us the tale is told
Of the day of trial!
Every age on him who strays
From its broad and beaten ways.
A CAST IN HIS VISION.
Mamma, is Mrs Thompson's hus-
band cross-eyed?"