ECLECTIC MAGAZINE

OF

FOREIGN LITERATURE, SCIENCE, AND ART,

A U GUST, 1844.

Wol. *

Which God's dew quench !—Therefore, I say TRIAL OF QUEEN KATHERINE,

again,

I utterly abhor, yea, from my soul,
From Shakspeare's Henry VIII.

Refuse

you for my judge; whom, yet once more Act II. Scene IV. A HALL IN BLACKFRIARS. At all a friend to truth.

I hold my most malicious foe, and think not -King Henry, Queen Katherine, the two cardi

I do beseech nals Wolsey and Campeius, the Archbishop of You, gracious madam, to unthink your speaking. Canterbury, the Bishops of Ely, Rochester, and And to say so no more. St. Asaph, Lords, Priests, Officers of the Court,

Q. Kath. My lord, my lord, &.c.

I am a simple womai, much too weak

To oppose your cunning. You are meek and Cam. His Grace

humble-mouth'd ; Hath spoken well and justly; therefore, madam, You sign your place and calling, in full seeming, It's fit this royal session do proceed;

With meekness and humility : but your heart And that, without delay, their arguments Is cramm'd with arrogancy, spleen, and pride. Be now produced, and heard.

You have, by fortune and his highness' favors, Q. Kath. Lord Cardinal,

Gone slightly o'er low steps ; and now are To you I speak.

mounted Wol. Your pleasure, madam?

Where

powers are your retainers, and your words Q. Kath. Sir,

Domestics to you, serve your will as 't please I am about to weep; but, thinking that

Yourself pronounce their office. I must tell you, We are a queen (or long bave dream'd so,) certain, You tender more your person's honor, than The daughter of a king, my drops of tears Your high profession spiritual : that again I'll turn to sparks of fire,

I do refuse you for my judge : and here, Wol. Be patient yet.

Bef you all, appeal unto the pope, Q. Kath. I will when you are humble; nay, To bring my whole cause 'fore his holiness, before,

And to be judged by him. Or God will punish me. I do believe,

Cam. The Queen is obstinate, Induced by potent circumstances, that

Stubborn to justice, apt to accuse it, and
You are mine enemy; and make my challenge, Disdainful to be try'd by it, 'tis not well.-
You shall not be my judge ; for it is you

She's going away!
Hath blown this coal between my lord and me,- King H. Call her again.

POPULAR POETRY OF THE BRETONS. our readers for the subject upon which From the Foreign Quarterly Review.

we now propose to enter.

In that article Barzas-Breiz. Chants Populaires de la we depicted the social and moral charac

teristics of the Bretons; their' Bretagne, recueillis et publiés, avec une

way

of life, Traduction Française, des Éclaircisse- primitive, antique, and uniform, presenting ments, des Notes, et les Mélodies origi- tions of modern civilization, a sort of petri

in the midst of the refinements and transinales. (Popular Songs of Brittany, &c.) Par M. de la Villemarqué. 2 tom. Paris. ligious enthusiasm, their aboriginal hospi

their 1839.

tality, and their superstition. An inquiry In a recent article on the habits and su- into the Popular Poetry of the Bretons will perstitions of the Bretons, we prepared form a proper pendant to that picture.