A BEITISH EAETHWOEK. 



\_An Arcluzologist speak s.~\ 



The grassy downs of Dorset, 



Eising o'er our homes of peace, 

 E'er teem with life and riches 



In the sheep and precious fleece ; 

 And charm the thoughtful roamer 



When, like us, he climbs to scan 

 Their high-cast mounds of war the works 



Of Britain's early man, 

 Whose speech, although here lingers yet 



His mighty works of hand, 

 Has ceased a thousand years to sound 



In air of this green land, 

 And startled may it be to hear 



The words of British kin 

 An gwalioio war an meneth* 

 An caer war an bryn.] 



Their breastworks now are fallen, 



And their banks are sunken low ; 

 The gateway yawns ungated, 



And unsought by friend or foe. 

 No war-hornj calls for warriors, 



And no clear-eyed watchmen spy 

 For tokens of the foe, around 



The quarters of the sky. 



* "The ramparts on the mountain." t "The stronghold on the hill." This is 

 in the old Cornoak or Cornish-British, that of our West of England. The modern 



Welsh would be 



" Y gwaliaie ar y mynydd, 



Y au caer ar y bryn." 



Au pronounced aee ; y like e in Ic, French ; " mynydd," munneethe. 

 J Cadgorn. The bugle-horn was used for hunting, war, find drinking. 



