

TIE REYELLERS.
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BY ". D. GALLAGHER. There were sounds of mirth and reyeiry In an old ancestral hall, And many merry laugh rang out, And many merry call; And the glass was freely pass'd around, And the red wine freely qaaf'd; And many heart beat high with glee, And the joy of the thrilling draught-

 In that broad and huge ancestral hall,

 Of the times that were, of old A voice arose, as the lights grew dim, And glass Was flourishd high; 'l drink to Life '' said a Reveller bold, "And do net far 10 Gia, have no fear-I have no fear Talk not-oft the vagrant Death; For he's but grim old gentleman, And wars but with his breath ''

 A boast well worthy revel-rout

 of the times that were Of old. ''We drink, said all, ''we drink to Life, And We do not fear to diel" Just thena rushing sound was heard, As of quick wings sweeping by; And soon the old latch was lifted up, And the door flew open wide, And a stranger strode within the hall, With an air of martial pride

 In visor and cloak, like secret knight

 Of the times that were, of old He spoke, sd join in your reyelry, Bold sons of the Bacchan rite, And drink the toast ye have fill'd to drink, The pledge of you dauntiess knight; Fill higher-fll higher-we drink to Life, And we seeFn the Vagrant Death, For he's but a grim old gentleman, And wars but with his breath"

 4 pledge we'll worthy a revel-rout

 Of the times that were, of old. 'He's noble soul, the champion knight, And he wears martial brow Oh, he'll pass the gates of Paradise, To the regions of bliss below !'' The Reveler stood in deed amaze Now tash'd his fiery eye; He mutter'd a curse-then shouted loue, ''lntruder, thou shalt die P

 And his sword leap p'dout, like Baron's bray, Of the times that were, of old. He struck-and the strangers guise fell of, When phantom before him stood, A grinning, and ghastly, and horrible thing, That curdled his boiling blood. He stirred mol again, till the stranger blew A blast of his whitening breath; Then the Reyeler fell at the Phantom's feet And the conqueror was-DEATH!

 In that broad and high ancestral hall.

 or the times that were, ot old