APPENDIX. 



ON RECEIVING SOME CUTTINGS OF ROSE-TREES FROM 

 YORKSHIRE. 



By Miss JANE WILLIAMS. 

 (See p. 219.) 



IN early spring, one Sabbath morn, 



Palm Sunday called by fame, 

 Two bannered hosts, at early dawn, 



In rival glory came. 



Never till then on English ground 



Such numerous hosts had stood, 

 Led by so many chiefs renowned, 



Arrayed for mortal feud. 



The cause of rival kings to try, 



By force of sword and shield, 

 Came England's strength and chivalry, 



That day to Towton field. 



Masked in their sallets, mad with ire, 



Brothers on brethren drew, 

 And many a son laid low his sire, 



And sire his offspring slew. 



Fierce Clifford, proud Northumberland, 



And valiant Dacres stood, 

 Each with his pole-axe of command, 



Imbrued in Yorkist blood. 



These desperate leaders, one by one, 



'Mid heaps of followers slain, 

 Gave place to York's emblazoned sun, 



On that Pharsalian plain. 



