chance when Might ruled; and the old vicar, who had held the living forty
years, was ejected.



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SPANISH AND ITALIAN REFUGEES.


A pretty little "Garland of Miscellaneous Poems" has just been published
by one of our occasional correspondents,[1] for the Benefit of the Spanish
and Italian Refugees. These poems are gracefully written, independent of
the interest they ought to awaken from the profits of the sale being
appropriated to a benevolent purpose. We subjoin an extract--

[1] Mr. W.H. Brandreth, author of "Field Flowers," &c.


THE FIELD OF BANNOCKBURN.

A fearful form from Stirling's tower
Was dimly seen to bend;
He look'd as though, 'mid fate's far hour,
Some mighty woe he kenn'd.
White was his hair, and thin with age,
One hand was raised on high,
The other ope'd the mystic page
Of human destiny.
And oft, ere shone the moon's pale ray,