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life long! Hast thou forgot how she stood Yel, lady, still the birchen tree
The babbling stream runs bright and fair,
The love-star of the west shines there." her side, looking like the very goddess of the chase, so full of life and spirit, and cheeriness? “Ha!” exclaimed old Margaret; “ that And that bright evening when she led the ditty hath aroused my lady. See how she lisdance round the May-pole? Well-a-day, poor tens.” lady! 'tis a woful change!"
“ 'Tis the roundelay which she herself was It was remarkable that the Lady Edith's wont to sing," observed Mabel; “but the attention, which neither the louder speech of words are different.” her elder attendants, nor the ringing tones of " Peace! peace!" cried the lady Edith, the harper, had been able to command, was checking, with some impatience the prattle arrested at once by the soft low voice of Alice. of her attendants, and leaning against the The womanly sympathy sank soothingly into casement which she Hung open, as the deep the woman's heart, just as the gentle rain from and earnest voice of the minstrel again reheaven penetrates the parched bill-side, from sounded through the apartment. - Be silent, whose arid surface the sharp and arrowy hail I pray ye!" rebounds without impression. The drooping
“ Mailed warders pace o'er keep and tower; mistress listened in mournful silence, whilst
Gay maidens deck the lady's bower; her faithful maiden, unconscious that she had Page, squire, and knight, a princely train, attracted her notice, pursued, in still lower ac
Wait duteous at her bridle rein.
Yet in that cot the milk-white hound, i cents, the train of thought which her own fond
The favourite falcon, still are found ; recollections of the freedom and happiness
And one more fond, more true than they, which they had tasted among their native Born 10 adore and to obey." mountains had awakened in her mind. “ Poor Albert, too! the wandering minstrel,
“ Alack ! alack !" sighed the tender-hearted who came to the castle gate to crave lodging deemed that his strange fondness for Lily-bell
Alice. . Well-a-day, poor youth! I ever for one night, and sojourned with us for three
- albeit as pretty and playful a creature as long months; and then, when he had wrought himself up to go,--and, verily, it was a parting swift of foot as ever followed hare over the
ever gambolled on the green-sward, and as like that of the spirit and the flesh, when he mountains—had a deeper source than love of left our old walls,-returned again and again, and finally fixed himself in the fisherman's
the good hound. Well-a-day, poor Albert ! cottage, where the mountain streamlet, after He was a goodly youth !"
• Hush ! hush !” exclaimed the Lady Edith, meandering along the meadow, falls into the i lake. Poor Albert! I warrant me he taketh as the symphony finished, and the voice again good care of Lily-bell and my lady's merlin, mingled with the chords of the harp, struck whereof he craved the charge from old Geoffrey falteringly and unsteadily now, as though the I marvel whether my lady knoweth that her hand trembled and the heart waxed faini. pretty Lily-bell and her favourite falcon be in " The coronet of jewels rare hands that will tend them so faithfully, for her Shines proudly o'er her face so fair ; dear sake! To my fancy, Mabel, that poor
And titles high and higher name
Lord Howard's lovely bride may claim. youth, albeit so fearful and so ashamed in her
And yet, the wreath of hawthorn bough presence, worshipped the very ground that she
Once lightlier pressed that snowy brow; trod upon. I have seen him kiss Lily-bell's And hearts that wither now were gay, glossy head, after her hand had patted it, reve
When she was but the queen of May." rently and devoutly, as though it had been a
“Alas! alas! my lady, my dear sweet holy relic in the great minster at Durham."
lady!” murmured Alice to herself, as poor Again the full and ringing chords of the Edith, after lingering at the window long harp—but, this time, to an old border air, well enough to ascertain that the harp was silent, known to the northern maids—arose from be- and the harper gone, sank into a seat with a neath the casement. The voice, too, was dif- sigh and a look of desolation, that proved, more ferent from that of the courtly minstrel-deep- plainly than words, the truth of the last lines er, manlier, pouring forth the spirit of the of the minstrel's lay. words, as they gushed spontaneously, as it “ Alas! alas! dear lady!” exclaimed she, seemed, from his lips, as though, in his case, in a louder tone, as the sudden burst of startsong were but the medium of feeling, and the ling noises, the warlike blasts of trump and poet's fancy and the musician's skill buried cornet, the jarring dissonant sound caused by in the impassioned grief of the despairing raising the heavy portcullis, and lowering the lover. So the strain rang :
massive drawbridge, and the echoing tramp
of barbed steeds and mailed horsemen in the « High o'er the baron's castle tall,
courts of the castle, showed that the expected Rich banners (loat with heavy fall; And light and song. in mingling tide,
bridegroom had at length arrived. Pour forth, to hail the lovely bride.
Edith wrung her hands in desperation.
“ 'This knight I cannot, and I will not see. , ing-women, and was echoed by the pretty Go to him, Margaret; say that I am sick - greyhound, Lily-bell, who had followed the that I am dying. The blessed saints can bear Lord Howard into the room, and now stood witness that thou wilt say but the truth in so trembling with ecstasy before her fair mistelling him. Sick at heart am I, sick to the tress, resting her head in her lap, and looking death! Oh that I had died before this wretch- up into her face with eyes beaming with aled hour!” And poor Edith burst into an fectionate gladness—eyes that literally glowed agony of tears, that shook her
with delight. • Why goest thou not, Margaret?” inquired Never was happiness more perfect than that she, a few moments after, when, exhausted by of the betrothed maiden, on this so dreaded its own violence, her grief had become more bridal eve. And heartily did her faithful attranquil. “Why dost thou not carry my mes tendants sympathise in her happiness; only sage to the Lord Howard? Why dallý thus, Mabel found it impossible to comprehend why, old dame? Mabel, go thou! They stand in the hour of hope and joy, as in that of fear about me as though I were an ignorant child, and sorrow, her dearly beloved finery should that knew not what she said! Do my bid- be neglected. ding on the instant, Mabel : thou wert best!" " To think," quoth the provoked bower
• Nay, good my lady, but our gracious lord woman, “ that now that all these marvels have the king,”
come about, and that the Lord Howard turns “Tell me not of kings, maiden! I'll to out to be none other than the youth Albert, sanctuary. I'll fly this very night to my aunt, my lady will not vouchsafe to tell me whether the prioress of St. Mary's. The church know- her kirtle shall be of cloth of gold or cloth of eth well how to proteci her votaries. Woe is silver; or whether she will don the coronet of me! that, for being born a rich heir, I must rubies or the emerald wreath! Well-a-day!" be shut from the free breath of heaven, the quoth Mabel, “ this love! this love!" living waters, and the flowery vales, in the dark and gloomy cloister! To change the locks that float upon the breeze for the dismal veil! To waste my youth in the cold and narrow convent cell-a living tomb! Oh! it
FLORENCE. is a sad and a weary lot. But better so, than to plight my troth to one whom I have never
THE WAGER. seen, and can never love! to give my hand to
"Gone to be married ! Gone to swear a peace !" one man, whilst my heart abideth with an
“Lily on liquid roses Noating ! “Lady!” cried Margaret; “ do my senses So floats yon foam o'er pink champagne. play me false! Or is it Edith Clifford that
Fain would I join such pleasant boating, speaketh thus of a low-born churl?"
And prove that ruby main, “A low-born churl!" responded Edith.
And float away on wine! “ There is a regality of mind and of spirit
“ Those seas are dangerous (greybeards swear) about that youth, which needeth neither wealth
Whose sea-beach is the goblet's brim;
And true it is they drown all Carenor lineage to even him with the greatest—the
But what care we for him, inborn nobility of virtue and of genius! Never
So we but float on wine! till now knew I that he loved me; and nowHasten to this lord, Alice; and see that he
And true it is they cross in pain,
Who sober cross the Stygian ferry; cometh not hither. Wherefore lingerest thou, But only make our Styx-Champagne, maiden ?" inquired Edith, of the pitying dam
And we shall cross right merry, sel, who staid her steps with an exclamation
Floating away on wine. of surprise, as the door of the chamber was “ Old Charon's self shall make him mellow, gently opened. “Tell the Lord Howard the Then gaily row his boat from shore; very truth; men say that he is good and wise While we, and every jovial fellow,
Hear unconcern'd the oar —too wise, too good, to seek his own happiness at the expense
That dips itself in wine!"* maiden's misery.
poor Tell him the whole truth, Alice. Spare thy “So you really wrote this, Giovanni ?" said mistress that shame. Say that I love him not the young and pretty Beatrice Alberti, as she -say that I love"
sat upon a terrace of her brother's villa, over“Nay, sweetest lady, from thine own dear looking the Val d'Arno. “Sing it to me.
1 lips must come that sweet confession," said a want to hear it in your own voice. Can Anvoice at her side, and, turning to the well- tonio play the air?" known acents, Edith saw, at her feet, him who, And the little page ran rapidly over the having won her heart as the wandering min- notes, and then accompanied the conte's rich, strel, the humble falconer, claimed her hand as the rich and high-born Philip Howard, the most an impromptu—to the kind friend, Mr. Kenyon,
* The editor is indebted for this Anacreontic -alfavourite of the king.
(she is proud to name him,) to whom she also owes the A cry of joy burst from the astonished wait- stanzas entitled “Shrine of the Virgin."
mellow, baritone voice, in a melody as rich, well as in the estimate of his fond sister, reckand flowing as the verses. Both the singing oned amongst the most accomplished cavaliers and the playing were full of right Italian taste; of Florence; and a very short space of time and the fair Florentine, charmed with both the found him passing through the Lung 'Arno, words and the air, was evidently not a little on his way to his splendid home in the Piazza proud of her gay and gallant brother, whose del Granduca, regarding with the indifference talent as a poet she had never even suspected. of an accustomed eye and a pre-occupied mind,
• Well," said Giovanni, when he had con- the spacious, yet tranquil town, whose size, cluded, “will this do, Beatrice? Will that compared with its population, and whose forAnacreontic win me the laurel wreath to-night tified palaces are so striking to strangers; a3 at the Palazzo Riccardi, think you ?". well as the magnificent groups in bronze and
Beatrice started from her seat in astonish- marble, mere copies of which enrich the mument.
seums of other nations, whilst the originals “You go to the Palazzo Riccardi! You are the familiar and out-door treasures of the contend for the laurel crown! You, Giovanni city of the Medici. Alberti, who, since you were the height of An Little thought our friend Giovanni, passing tonio there, have done nothing but laugh at them at full speed on his full-blooded barb, the old précieuse, the marchesa, with her pe- of palace or of statue; and as little, some few dants and her poets, and all the trumpery of hours after, when pacing in the twilight the all the Della Cruscans transported into a lady's church of Santa Croce, did he heed, even saloon! You are making a fool of me, bro- while looking them in the face, the monuments ther! You never can mean it!"
of Galileo, of Machiavelli, or of him who “I am perfectly in earnest, I assure you,” wore so nobly the triple crown of Art — the replied the conti, looking, or rather trying to sculptor, painter, architect, Michael Angelo look, as grave as an habitually joyous and Buonarotti. His thoughts were on other mathilarious temperament would permit. “ I have ters. repented of my sins of scoffing and mockery, “ Ay, there is the good father safe enough and mean to make that venerable priestess of until he be wanted, I warrant him," cried he, the muses all possible amends by enacting gazing complacently upon a round, rosy, goodthe part of her Nonsieur Trissotin, her homme lumoured brother of the order of St. Francis, d'esprit."
drowsily ensconced beside a dimly-lighted “With this great lawsuit pending, too! A shrine. “ Per Bacco! the Monte Pulciano suit which, if you gain it, will leave that sweet- hath done its good office. Look, if he have , looking creature, her daughter (every one not fallen asleep over his beads! And a comspeaks so well of that pretty, gentle Bianci), fortable nap to thee, Father Paolo! Stay little better than a beggar! Why, it would there till I come to rouse thee!” And off be like the story of one of the Montechi, in danced the mercurial conte, murmuring his the house of the Capuletti, in times of old. old burden, “ Floating away, floating away, 1 | Think of that dismal tragedy! And, then, floating away on wine!". our uncle, the cardinal, what would he say? A blue-stocking party loses none of its proThink of him."
verbial dulness in the marble halls of Italy; " There are no tragedies now-a-days, Bea- and the assembly gathered together in the trice — at least none of the Romeo and Giu- marchesa's magnificent saloon—that is to say, lietta description; they have left off happen that very important part of such an assembly, ling: and as to our dearly beloved uncle, he is the listeners, were roused from a state of drowa man of peace, and also — with reverence be sihood, scarcely inferior to that of Father it spoken-a man of contrivance. Leave his Paolo, hy the unexpected entrance of the eminence to me. Go I shall; and I'll wager young heir of the Alberti in the palace of the
the antique gem that you were wishing for the Riccardi. other day, do you remember?—the Psyche It was a most animating sensation. The against your doves, that I bring home the appearance of a Montagu amongst the festivi. : prize. I see," continued he gaily, “ that you ties of the Capulets, was nothing to it. The think my verses too good to please that fantas- commerce of flattery (for the important busi. tical assembly; and, perhaps, you are right. ness of the evening had not yet begun) sudBut good or bad, they will answer my pur-denly ceased; and the foundress of these clasose; and you shall confess yourself that my sical amusements, a fade and faded lady, emuwager is won.” So saying, the light-hearted lous of her of the golden violet, who sat on cavalier nodded to his sister, and departed, ca a fauteuil, slightly elevated, with the laurelrolling as he went, the refrain of his own song, wreath on its crimson velvet cushion, laid Floating away on wine.”
upon a small table of rich mosaic, before her, Five minutes saw him prancing on his met- and two starched and withered dames of the tled barb, a fiery roan, whose gay curvets and noble houses of Mozzi and Gerini at her side, sudden bounds showed to great advantage his stopped short in the midst of a compliment, noble owner's horsemanship; for the young with which, as in duty bound, she was repayConte Alberti was, by common reputation, as I ing the adulation of one of the competi:
for the prize, and started between horror and “Really a poet ?" asked the lady. astonishment, as if she had been confronted “Why, that is putting my inodesty to a by an apparition.
very severe test,” said the gentleman. “Really Our inodern Romeo, however, was not a a poet! Who may dare answer that question man to be dumfounded by the amazement of in the affirmative ? Judge for yourself. Come a great lady, or awe-stricken by her displea- out into the porch, and Antonio shall bring his sure. He advanced with a mixture of gaiety guitar, and I'll sing the words to his accomand gallantry, an assured yet winning grace, paniment. You have heard such a serenade which, for the moment, at least, the stately before. Don't you remember our old signal? marchesa found irresistible, and professing himself an humble aspirant at the court of the The moon is abroad in her glory to-night,
Mid the deep blue sky and the cloudlets white; Muses, come to do homage to their fair repre Gaily ber beams pierce the vine's trellised shade; sentative, took his station at the back of her Softly they sleep on the long colonnade ; chair, and listened with smiling attention to
Calm her path in the heavens, though the bright orbi
below the competitors for the wreath.
Still trembles and heaves to the dark river's flow. It was, perhaps, the very worst period of Italian literature ; before Alfieri had come in
All lovely things are around us to-night; his might to renew the old strength and power
The rose with her perfume, the moon with her light; of the sweetest of modern languages; and and so forth. This song is worth a thousand when the versifiers of the day, " the word of that. To be sure,” added he, laughing, catchers, who lived on syllables," confined " that is not saying much for it. But these themselves to mere verbal quiddities, and the stanzas are really good. Only come and most feeble and trivial imitations of the worst hear." parts — the only parts that such mimics can “ You 'll win the prize, then ?" hope to catch-of the great poets of a preced “I have laid a wager with Beatrice that I
carry the prize home to her, in spite of them Signor Ricci, a lean, yellow, shriveiled all; and it will be your fault if I lose it. Only anatomy, began the recitations with squeaking come out into the porch ; I can't sing here. forth a canzone to Angiolina, all bristling with Besides, I have something important to say to concelli, after the manner, as he was pleased you. I want you to help me to get rid of our to say, of Petrarch; and was followed by a weary lawsuit. Would you not like to put an wild, sallow, pseudo-enthusiast, who declaim- end to this unnatural strife, and live with Beaed, with astounding vociferation and gesticu- trice as a sister and friend ?" lation, an unfinished and seemingly intermina “Ay, from the bottom of my heart, would ble dream, in the involved and difficult triple I, Conte Alberti !” said Bianca, clasping her rhyme which, beauty and sublimity apart, was, hands fervently. “From the very bottom of in the matter of obscurity, pretty truly what it my heart! And with you, too," she added, professed to be — a fragment in imitation of with great simplicity. Dante.
“Come with me now, then, and I will show
you how it may be managed. I beseech you, For “flickering lights, to no one focus brought,
come. And mirage mists still baffled thirsty thought, And night-mare phantasies from drowsy gron,
“Oh, Giovanni, I cannot; I must not! We And far sirailitudes that liken not."
shall be missed. See, Signor Puzzi has finishRhymed Plea for Tolerance. ed, and they are going to call for your poem.”
“ Fleaven forefend !" cried Giovanni. “No! Signor Puzzi beat Signor Ricci all to no- the danger's past. Young Caroli is going to thing. And accordingly he gratified to the declaim a drama à l'improvrista. What subhighest point the bad taste of this coterie of ject do they give him? The Judgment of Italian precieuses ; and in the midst of tapping Solomon, by Jove! The Judgment of Soloof fans and murmurs of admiration of this mon !!! Now, will he turn the marchesa into grand effort of their chosen bard, the Mon the Queen of Sheba, and go flattering on for sieur Trissotin of Florence, our friend Gio- two good hours, at the very least. They are vanni gently stole off to a quiet corner near the safe enough now. Come, fairest Bianca! door, where sat a very sweet-looking little Dearest Bianca, come !" maiden, whose black eyes sparkled with innocent pleasure, and whose rosy lips curled into irrepressible smiles at his approach. She “Well, Beatrice," said Giovanni, as he led made room for him beside her, with a natural his pretty wife to his delighted sister, “is not symplicity and artlessness that formed a strange my wager fairly won? The cardinal suggestcontrast with the affectation and minauderie ed this catastrophe to our story; not indeed of the rest of the assembly.
the means, - per Bacco! they would never “So you are a poet, Conte Alberti ?" said have entered his eminence's brains; but he she, in a low voice.
said, a year or two ago—that is to say, he in“ To be sure I am," replied he gaily; "any timated--that if the heir male on one side marthing that will bring me to you."
ried the lieiress on the other, he, the aforesaid
heir male, would have nobody to go to law, William, a child remarkable for his affectionwith but himself. I had not then seen my lit- ate temper, his intelligence, and his beauty; tle Bianca, and, therefore, I turned a deaf ear upon whom both parents doted, more particuto his hints. But after I had seen her, Fede larly, perhaps, his mother, whose own health di Dio! if it had been necessary, to gain ad- had been considerably injured by the repeated mittance, that I should have constructed as trials which her maternal feelings had undervile a canzone as Signor Ricci,--and have gone. dreamed as detestable a dream as Signor No tutor had been provided for Willy, whom Puzzi,--and dramatised the Judgment of So- they intended hereafter to send to England for lomon into the bargain, I'd have done it. We education, Meanwhile his father taught him, have sent a dutiful billet to the marchesa, and when at home in the intervals of duty, whilst I have no doubt but, for joy at getting rid of Mrs. Pemberton supplied his place in his abthe lawsuit, and out of compliment to my sence; but the active, lively boy was much poetical genius, she will behave like a reason- about in the cinnamon plantations (just then able woman—the more especially as what is beginning to be cultivated by the few British done cannot be undone, and all the anger in residents on the islands,) which were superthe world will not mend it. So now, my fair- intended by a Cinglese, called Vinna, a man est Beatrice, you have nothing to do but to set of remarkable quickness and much apparent her the good example of bearing misfortune fidelity; whilst on longer excursions, he was with philosophy, and pay me my wager. The put in charge of a superior domestic servant, doves! Signora, the doves!”
a Malay of the name of Gatura, who, by his pliancy of manner, and powers of amusement, had greatly ingratiated himself with his young master.
So implicit was the colonel's confidence in
these dependants, especially in Vinna — for CEYLON.
there was an occasional expression in the dark
eye of the Malay, which recalled to recollecTHE LOST PEARL.
tion the vindictiveness of his race;—but such
was his reliance upon Vinna's integrity and “The gorgeous East, with richest hand, Showers on her kings barbaric pearl and gold.”
care, that it came upon him like no common MILTON.
shock, to find, having contracted for the sale
of some essential oil of cinnamon (extracted It was somewhere in the last quarter of the from such fragments as happen to be broken last century, that Charles Pemberton, the off in packing up the bales), and having seen younger son of an ancient but impoverished it actually measured and ready for delivery, family, having committed the old-fashioned that half-a-dozen bottles of this valuable oil, folly of marrying a young lady, for no better which sometimes sells as high as ten pounds qualifications than beauty, sense, and good- British, a pint, were missing; and that, upon ness, without regard to those worldly conside- subjecting all concerned to an examination, rations which modern prudence deems indis- two of the very peculiar bottles, in which the pensable, esteemed himself most fortunate to oil had been contained, were found in a corner inherit, through the bequest of a distant rela- of Vinna's hut, behind the earthen vessels tive, a small estate in the Island of Ceylon; used for cooking rice; whilst another was hidand to obtain a commission in a Dutch regi- den between the brass basin and the pestle ment serving in that colony, in which, in the and mortar, where the spices are pounded, course of fourteen or fifteen years, he attained upon the bench which surrounded the apartthe rank of lieutenant-colonel.
ment, and formed, with the articles which we Living chiefly upon his own property, about have enumerated, nearly the whole of its sima mile from the beautiful village of Negumbo, ple furniture. The bottles were not merely amongst some of the finest scenery of Ceylon distinguishable by their fabric and shape; but (which the inhabitants imagine to have been the strong aroma of the precious commodity, the abode of our first parents, the paradise of and even a few drops left in the bottom, the old world); enjoying an elegant compe- proved that they had been secretly and hastily tence, and all sufficient to each other, Colonel emptied of their contents; and that Vinna, the and Mrs. Pemberton would have considered trusted superintendent of this valuable manui themselves blessed beyond the ordinary lot of factory, was himself the thief. humanity, in spite of their banishment from After one simple but earnest denial of the the country they loved so dearly, and the so-charge-a denial to which his master made no ciety they were so well calculated to adorn, other reply than pointing to the concealed botbut for the great evil of eastern climates, the tles-the delinquent attempted no further desuccessive deaths of several promising chil fence, but resigned himself tranquilly to whatdren. Five fine boys and girls had they fol- ever punishment the laws might decree. That lowed to the grave; and the only one who extremity was, however, averted by the internow remained to them was their little son, cession of Willy, whose urgent entreaty for