each one Had mem'ry of the famished cheeks and white Of those who waited their return by night, In steep Knockfarrel's desolate stockade O' many a beauteous and bethrothèd maid, And mothers nursing babes, and warriors lying In winter-fever's spell, the old men dying,

[1108] 'The little blood that creeps within his veins Is but just warmed in a hot fever's pains.' DRYDEN.

When friends to Emmaus bend their course, He joins, although He holds their eyes: Or, shouldst thou feel some fever's force, He takes thy hand, He bids thee rise.

Can he pour health into his veins, Or cool the fever's restless pains?

] 365 "Before, with shuddering limbs cold Tremor reels, And Fever's burning nostril dogs his heels; Loud claps the grinning Fiend his iron hands, Stamps with his marble feet, and shouts along the lands; Withers the damask cheek, unnerves the strong, 370 And drives with scorpion-lash the shrieking throng.

I think the fever's gone!" They went hand in handlike two girls, and they leaned above the bed where Whistling Dan lay smiling as he slept.

Full many a one stands living here, Who from the fever's deadly blast Your father rescu'd, when his skill The fatal sickness stay'd at last.

The fever's downshe's sleeping!" "Oh, I am gladso glad!

I was very, very close upon the gate we must all pass, and I believe a few hours longer of the fever's continuance would have closed the scene.