Strove to buffet to land in vain. A tree The culprits steal back to the College. Florian informs the Prince that he crept into the hall, and, "couched behind a Judith," saw and heard what passed. The girls were all called to trial as to their cognizance of the accused. At last Melissa's confession implicated both Lady Psyche and Lady Blanche; but Psyche and Cyril are both fled away. While in disguise, two female proctors seized on them, and brought them to the presence of their indignant and injured mistress. Here she stands→→ They haled us to the Princess, where she sat Bowed toward her, combing out her long, black hair, Or like a spire of land that stands apart, Cleft from the main, and clanged about with mews! Lady Blanche addresses the Princess, reproaching her for her unjust partiality for her favourite Lady Psyche in preference to herself and her greater services-gives her reasons for not having immediately disclosed the fatal secret, and desires to be dismissed. To which the Princess answers, "Go!" Thereat the lady stretched a vulture throat, And shot from crooked lips a haggard smile. "The plan was mine. I built the nest," she said, "To hatch the cuckoo. Rise!" and stoop'd to updrag Melissa; she, half on her mother propt, Half-drooping from her, turn'd her face, and cast A liquid look on Ida, full of prayer, Which melted Florian's fancy as she hung, A Niobean maid, one arm out, Appealing to the bolts of Heaven. But a stir now takes place. A messenger arrives with dispatches Fear Stared in her eyes, and chalk'd her face, and wing'd Her transit to the throne. The Princess reads them, while anger and other contending passions swelled her breast; and she in her fury whirled them to the Prince as if to say, "Read!" There were two, and both from the hands of Kings. One from her sire, saying, " He had been taken prisoner by the Prince's father, and kept as hostage for the safety of his son." The second was from his father to the Princess, commanding the Princess to deliver up his son unscathed, to give him her hand, and to cleave to her contract, and threatening that very night, if these terms were unfulfilled, to pluck her palace down. The Prince read thus far, and then yielding to his feelings, Sooke in language of eloquence and beauty in the defence of his intrusion. He reminded Ida of his long knowledge and admiration of her-long as his life. My nurse would tell me of you; Came in long breezes rapt from the inmost south And blown to the inmost north; at eve and dawn The leader wildswan in among the stars Would clang it, and lapt in wreaths of glowworm light The mellow breaker murmur'd Ida. He then confesses his deep love, and, saying that he came not unauthorised, on his knee delivers his father's letter. On one knee Kneeling I gave it, which she caught and dash'd As waits a river level with the dam Ready to burst, and flood the world with foam; Of snowy shoulders, thick as herded ewes, And rainbow robes, and gems and gem-like eyes, Fluctuated, as flow'rs in storm-some red, some pale All open-mouth'd, all gazing to the light, And some that men were in the very walls; And some they cared not, till a clamour grew As of a new-world Babel, woman-built, And worse-confounded. High above them stood The Princess addresses her virgin subjects in a good round lecture of admonition and advice. She then turns to the Prince : You have done well, and like a gentleman, And like a Prince. You have our thanks for all; I wed with thee-I bound by pre-contract, Begone! we will not look upon you more. Forthwith the eight brawny daughters of the plough seize and push them down the steps amid laughter and derision. At a short distance they see and enter a camp, where are the two old kings, the father of the The Princess; by Alfred Tennyson. [Feb. Prince and of the Princess Ida, the latter being prisoner to the former as surety for his son, on seeing whom in safety he gives the king his freedom. The women's habits are doffed; the Prince and his companion put on the warrior's garb; they meet with Cyril in the camp, and are reconciled. He tells them in his flight he fell in with Psyche. "Then we fell Into your father's hand, and there she lies, He show'd a tent A stone-shot off; we enter'd in, and there, Like some sweet sculpture draped from head to foot, All her fair length upon the ground she lay ; Florian whispers consolation and courage to his afflicted sister, and bids her take comfort, and live for her child's sake. On this she lifted up her head, and spoke, as mothers speak, in the eloquence of the heart. Ah me! my babe, my blossom-ah! my child! And either she will die from want of care, Or sicken with ill usage, when they say The child is hers; and they will beat my girl, Or they will take her-they will make her hard, With some cold rev'rence, worse than were she dead. Ill mother that I was, to leave her there To lag behind, scar'd by the cry they made, In the meantime the two grey old kings are debating the matter. The They prize hard knocks and to be won by force. Matter'd and duster'd, wins, tho' dash'd with death Your mother, a good mother, a good wife, Worth winning but this firebrand-gentleness To such as her! if Cyril spake her true, Were wisdom to it, &c. Old Gama however takes the Prince's side, and proposes that the Prince should accompany him to the army, and speak with Arac, the Princess's brother. You, likewise, our late guests, if so you will, Follow us who knows? we four may build some plan The description that follows is too animated, elegant, and picturesque, to be omitted. Then rode we with the old king across the lawns Of birds that piped their Valentines, and woke In the old king's ears, who promised help, and oozed And blossom-fragrant slipt the heavy dews As if to greet the king; they made a halt; The horses yell'd; they clash'd their arms; the drum And in the blast and bray of the long horn And serpent-throated bugle, undulated The banner anon to meet us lightly pranced Three captains out; nor ever had I seen Such thews of men: the midmost and the highest Was Arac: all about his motion clung The shadow of his sister, as the beam Of the East, that play'd upon them, made them glance That glitter burnish'd by the frosty dark; And as the fiery Sirius alters hue, And bickers into red and emerald, shone Their morions, wash'd with morning, as they came. The King narrates the Prince's adventures in disguise to his sons, who propose a combat of three to three on either side to decide the dispute, and another brother proposes fifty to fifty as better settling the question. The herald that he sent to Ida had been well belaboured, and turned away by the "eight viragoes;" and Ida, then besieged by two armies, remained constant to her purpose; and her answer to her brother Arac is received, telling him Whatsoe'er you do Fight and fight well; strike and strike home. The combat of the two fifties now commences. the palace. Down Ida watched it from From those two bulks at Arac's side, and down He rode the mellay, lord of the ringing lists, And all the plain, brand, mace, and shaft and shield With hammers. Everything gave way before Arac, who scatters horse and horsemen as he goes. Only Florian, he That loved me closer than his own right eye, Flow'd from me; darkness closed me; and I fell. On the report of the Prince's death, his father came sorrowing to the field, and Psyche mourning for Aglaïa. But the inexorable Ida stood up, and sang like Miriam her triumphal song, and then proposed to receive the wounded into the College and tend them, in reward for their gallant and successful services. We must give the description that follows, as a specimen of the elegance of the thought, and imagery, and language. She spoke, and with the babe yet in her arms, To where her wounded brethren lay; there stay'd; And happy warriors, and immortal names, And said, "You shall not lie in the tents, but here, Passing on over the field of battle, she sees the Prince, and the old King beside him : Up started from my side The old lion, glaring with his whelpless eye; and, seeing the Prince his son lying in his blood, her countenance changed, and thoughts came over her of how he saved her life, and that her brother slew him for it; and then she sees her picture and her raven tress round his neck; and so her iron will is broken, and she beseeches to let her have him, together with her brethren, in her own palace. Psyche's babe is restored to |