"Hell-hound! by thee my child's devour'd!" The frantic father cried, And to the hilt his vengeful sword He plunged in Gelert's side! His suppliant, as to earth he fell, No pity could impart; But still his Gelert's dying yell Pass'd heavy o'er his heart. Aroused by Gelert's dying yell, Some slumberer waken'd nigh: What words the parent's joy can tell, To hear his infant cry! Conceal'd beneath a mangled heap, His hurried search had miss'd: All glowing from his rosy sleep, His cherub boy he kiss'd! Nor scratch had he, nor harm, nor dread; But the same couch beneath Lay a great wolf, all torn and dead-- Tremendous still in death! [Illustration: SYRIAN WOLF.] Ah! what was then Llewellyn's pain, For now the truth was clear; The gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewellyn's heir. Vain, vain was all Llewellyn's woe-- "Best of thy kind, adieu! The frantic deed which laid thee low, This heart shall ever rue!" And now a gallant tomb they raise, With costly sculpture deck'd; And marbles, storied with his praise, Poor Gelert's bones protect. Here never could the spearman pass, Or forester, unmoved; Here oft the tear-besprinkled grass Llewellyn's sorrow proved. And here he hung his horn and spear; And oft, as evening fell, In fancy's piercing sounds would hear Poor Gelert's dying yell. W. SPENCER. * * * * * THE GREAT WALL OF CHINA. [Illustration: Letter T.]