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horn of ale. The lord of Cock-a- The wonderful incidents contained doodle, indignant at such treatment in the third and fourth volum Show of a gentleman of his degree, has a Julia and Genevieve were spirited scolding-match, rather too racy for away-how they were recovered miextracting, though highly humorous, raculously, both through the agency with Keziah; the noise of which of Old Comical—bow Genevieve brings Madame Funstall into the came back such a figure, that if the kitchen, whereupon Old Comical, crows had got sight of her they would after declaring his passion, as he have left the kingdom ”_bow Fredknelt upon his wig at her feet," forth- erick and his confederate miscreants with laid liis bald pate upon her foot all meet the end they merit---how, and groaned." Madame Funstall is finally, all the lovers, Old Comical inat first bighly indignant, till Old cluded, are made happy-with much Comical announces that he is lord of other interesting matter, we refrain the manor of Cock-a-doodle, where- from touching, on the end we proupon “ he soon became as sweet to posed to ourself in this paper being Madame Funstall as a roll of poma- now answered. tuin," and his advances, including the Reader, did you never, in the circle present of the calf's heart, are most of your acquaintance, know or hear graciously accepted.
of a man of original talent and exWe will give one more little scene, cellent heart, whose good qualities because it has the double effect of were rendered nugatory by some illshowing how far Genevieve's affec- habit-tippling, bad language, or some tion was returned by Acerbus, and such evil propensity, and who, after how a philosopher proposes to a lady. being pitied 'through life by his
friends as “nobody's enemy but his “What d'ye mean by that, sir?" said own," finally hides in an obscure Genevieve in confusion. Mean! quoth grave, talents which might have made he, 'why I saw you throw your glove on the fortunes of half his generation ? the walk after you looked which way. I Even such is the character of our dear was coming, and then hide yourself in friend John Decastro-one who, full the bush-now, prythee, my pretty cou
as he is of kindliness and humour, wo sin, what could you mean by this ?' Genevieve was in a pucker, and bit her
can only venture to introduce to solips till the blood dropt upon her bosom. ciety in his most guarded moments. -Well, well,' continued he, 'I will His humour is often of a cast belonganswer the question for you, my pretty ing to the age of Squire Western and kinswoman: you are willing to be my Commodore Trunnion, rather than mate, and make signs of what you cannot to ours; and in these times, when speak: come, pretty Jenny, for, indeed [ even my Uncle Toby is known to the think you pretty, you shall be my mate, rising generation only through the end I will be your mate, my pretty kins- medium of elegant extracts,—sorely woman, and we will be man and wife emasculated and worse mutilated together. I found out your love, and than he was in the trenches before will give you love for love: I have Dendermond, John-our good friend broken the matter to my father and my John-could' scarcely expect a full mother, and my good uncle Bartholo. mew, and my good aunt, and all think hearing. But in thus reproducing well of a wedding between us; and so,
some of the matter that so won our my sweet pretty Jenny, I will kiss your fancy in infancy, and held it in youth sweet lips if you please, upon the bar- and manhood, we are executing a gain. Upon which he made a mark with pleasant duty. The work is virtuhis thumb-nail in Plato, lest he lose his ally defunct, and will not probably place where he left off reading, and shut- rise from its ashes; we, like Old Morting up the folio, put it upon a little tality, have been working lovingly on bench, then folding his arms round Ge
a tombstone, and we shall be glad to Devieve's waist gave her a hearty kiss think that this frail memorial may upon her lips; after which, taking up perchance prevent the memory of the Plato, and opening the book, he walked Decastros from perishing utterly from off reading Greek, and left Genevieve
Of all the maids of Dynevor, maid Barbara is most fair ;
There's none bath lily cheeks like hers, and none such golden hair:
Her tread is scarcely heavier, amid the garden flowers,
Than dew-drops of the morning, or the gentle summer-showers.
Beside the Dame of Dynevor six maidens ever dwell-
Six maids whose gallant fathers with her lord in battle fell :
There be some for dance and music, and some beguile the time,
Ever chaunting warlike actions in minstrel's warlike rhyme.
But the task of maiden Barbara is from the flowers to choose,
Which give out the sweetest fragrance, and which have loveliest hues;
That with these her master's chamber she fitly may adorn,
She gathers some at sunset, and some at early morn.
The first spring-blown anemone she in his doublet wove,
To keep him safe from pestilence wherever he should rove;
St. John's-wort and fresh cyclamen she in his chamber kept,
From the power of evil angels to guard him while he slept.
The ancient lands of Dynevor spread many a league afar,
Famous were its knights at council, and valiant all in war;
This young lord is daily longing the king should cross the sea,
And his father's fall avenge upon the Frankish chivalry.
Now knightly deeds and martial tales Dame Dynevor fill with dread,
And to her son she often prays some lady fair to wed;
But of love he spoke too lightly, and laughed at Beauty's glance,
Aye keeping bright his armour for the battle-fields of France.
Once on a summer evening, his mother, passing by,
Within her young lord's chamber heard many a heavy sigh-
Ah! who should there with tears deplore the cruelty of fate
That made her love too fondly whom she ne'er might hope to mate?
'Twas gentle maiden Barbara, with hands across her breast,
That there alone unto herself her hopeless love confessed;
She slowly through the chamber paced, and many a tear she shed,
Oft stopping to kiss the pillow upon her master's bed.
Then angry waxed Dame Dynevor at son and maiden both;
She straight before her summoned him, and spake to him in wrath:
“What have ye done, Lord Dynevor, to my maid Barbara,
That she should kiss your pillow, and sigh and weep all day ?"
Up started young Lord Dynevor, with face fast flushing red,
“No love showed I to Barbara by word or look," he said.
"A simple esquire's daughter, son, were never wife for you”-
But in his ire he answered not, and from her straight withdrew.
To his horses and his hounds he betook him from her sight,
To his dogs he whistled loud, and his sword he rubbed more bright;
Oh! were the king but ready for the French shores to set forth,
In other than the lists of love he might approve his birth.
But when unconscious Barbara he on the morrow met,
He doubted if those lily cheeks had e'er with tears been wet;
So, through the day much marvelling at what his mother told,
That in a inaid so modest love should show itself so bold,
He hid himself at evening behind his chamber door,
And waited till she entered with her posies dreeping o'er.
She took the faded flowers away, set new ones in each urn,
Then to herself all wearily her fate began to mourn.
The sunlight through the chamber ran, and o'er her forehead shone-
It sparkled on the dew-drops bright, each trembling rose dropped down.
"O happy sun! O happy flowers! that here may shine and fade;
Ye lifeless leaves, I envy you, that near him have decayed.”
The sunlight through the chamber ran, and o'er the spacious room,
The pictured wall it lighted in its stern ancestral gloom.
"O happy faces! would that I were fixed thereon like you,
Or that I could my aching heart to equal calm subdue !"
As though ashamed the light of day her ecstasy should mark,
She waited till the twilight came, then in the growing dark
She kissed his pillow often o'er, and in her love's excess
Scarcely sought in that lone chamber her fondness to suppress.
She left-he from his hiding-place advanced with silent foot,
And through the chamber long he strode, surprised, irresolute;
A sudden tremor seized him as he in the darkness stood,
And felt where all his pillow with her soft tears was bedewed.
Slow through his chamber on that night Lord Dynevor stepped along,
And as he mused within his mind strange fantasies upsprung;
At what he saw he wondered much, yet on the morrow went
To watch pale Barbara to her flowers pour forth her soft lament.
On the morrow too he came—till it grew his sole delight
To hear her at confessional in the fading summer-light:
Every evening in his covert her coming he awaited
And to her sobbings listened with a wonder never sated.
But he by daylight through the woods is wandering oft alone;
Rusty hangs his battle-armour, his dogs neglected moan:
Though the king at length has summoned his vassals to the war,
But little now for glory cares the Lord of Dynevor.
Oh! little knew the mother of the change that love had made;
And that he wed—wars let alone—she still unto him prayed,
Till he one day smiling answered, “ If you the feast provide,
I pledge upon my wedding day to show to you my bride."
Then gladly rose the mother, and right quickly did she send
To lords and ladies biddance her son's marriage to attend.
Never doubts Dame Dynevor, though the bride be yet unknown,
That noble must the maiden be who mateth with her son.
And soon the balls of Dynevor with revelry resound;
There gather merry minstrels from many a town around,
With gallant knights and beauteous dames of high degree appear,
Bold beggars praying benison at such ungrudgèd cheer.
With posies fresh must Barbara the nuptial chamber deck,
And weave a bracelet of charmed flowers to grace the fair bride's neck;
But little heeds she what the bells chime in their merry song,
Nor smiles to see the wedding guests march joyfully along.
When the guests were all assembled, and priest and clerks stood ready,
The bridegroom to his mother said, "" Now ken ye who's the lady?
I love your maiden Barbara-you may refuse her hand,
To-morrow sails our gallant king to fight on foreign land."
The stately dame of Dynevor awhile in silence stood,
Then thought upon her husband and her lonely widowhood;
" Take Barbara," she said ; and to the longing company
Returned to tell they shortly should the bride among them sce.
From the garden hears maid Barbara the revelry within-
Ah! 'mid her flowers she vainly tries forgetfulness to win:
Each gladl huzza that reaches her but paler makes her cheeks;
But, hark! is that her master's voice ? Maid Barbara he seeks.
On seeing him she grew more red than sunrise ere made flower,
But when he took her hands in his, and led her to the bower,
And softly told her how he knew that she had loved him long,
The whitest lily redder was, & gossamer more strong.
Till at length a glance of wonder she dared to throw at him,
And saw his looks were trusty, throngh her eyes, with doubting dim.
There's a step among the flowers, and her mistress stands beside-
The stately dame of Dynevor has kissed her young son's bride.
With a dim and distant motion the bells strike on her ears,
Unreal looks the wondering crowd that round her there appears ;
The voices too seem airy, and she smiles as though she knew
It were all a dream-pageantry she could not quite break through.
E'en when her maiden sisters her in silken garments dress,
And sparkling gems braid merrily around each golden tress,
Still she stands as one entrancèd, and never uttered word
Save the low vow at the altar she gave unto her lord.
Right joyous is the bridegroom as the guests with merry voice,
In pledging deep his happiness, approve his gallant choice;
Till amid soft minstrel music the bride is led away,
And the silken path before her with flowers is sprinkled gay.
They've brought her to the bridal bed within her master's hall,
On that pillow placed her head where her tears were wont to fall :
Two tapers cast soft light around the dim and lofty room;
She sees not now the portraits frown in stern ancestral gloom,
Nor heeds the welcome that her flowers show in their warm perfume.
Then the bridegroom straightway entered, and standing by her side,
His arms throws round her, asking, “ Art thou happy, oh my bride ?"
"I am happy, I am happy," with closed eyes she murmured o'er;
Joyful bridegroom at that moment was the Lord of Dynevor.
As to catch those words more closely, he leant upon her breast,
And listened fond—till suddenly her breathing grew suppressed.
He raised his head in wonder as her silence he should chide-
“Say once again, sweet Barbara, thou art happy, oh my bride!”
But her eyes are standing open, her brow is damp with sweat;
Faintly heaves her bosom beneath its silken coverlet;
Though her arms are yet around him, she does not seem to hear,
While softly through the whitening lips the whiter teeth appear.
"Speak, oh speak, one word, dear Barbara !” The eyes are open still,
Beneath each lid a darkness grows—strange fears rise 'gainst his will.
“One other word speak, Barbara”—her arms have lost their hold,
And backward heavily she falls, more fair, more white, and cold,
A sorrow, sudden, awful, that he dared not believe,
There seized that bridegroom as he stood upon his marriage eve:
Ah! sadly from the banquet-hall the sound of music sped;
His new-wed wife, maid Barbara, in her happiness is dead.
F. R. MacDONALD.
SINCE we last wrote, the horizon the first Congress, was resolute to of foreign politics has only grown vote with Russia again. France was darker. Persia, backel by Russia, quite willing to take the same course; has attacked Affghanistan and cap- and her ambassador at Constantitored Herat, the outer gate of India; nople has acted in concert with the and our Indian Government, after Russian embassy in a vain but viodeclaring war against the Russianised lent effort to overthrow Lord de Redcourt of Teheran, has despatched an cliffo and British influence at the expedition to secure a point d'appui Porte. Sardinia, duped by lying for future operations in the Persian promises of Russian aid against Gulf. Meanwhile a Russian army of Austria, and duly informed of the 40,000 men, which has been slowly course which France meant to take, concentrating in that quarter since likewise agreed to favour Russia's the war closed in Europe, is cantoned non-fulfilment of the treaty. And on the shores of the Caspian, ready so the Czar, elated, might have exto advance to the support of the claimed in his palace at St. PetersPersians; and at the same time a burg, like Soult at the battle of determined effort is being made by Orthes, "At last I have them, those another Russian corps to conquer the English !" But in both cases the Circassians, break down the barrier rejoicing was premature. Nowhere of the Caucasus, and open a broad does British pluck shine out more path for Muscovite aggression into strongly than in fighting a lost battle. the region of Anatolia. Nearer home, Russia was triumphant-the battle the Neufchatel question has assumed was lost; but as Hardinge thought a grave aspect; and Sicily has given at Albuera, there was time to win one of those premonitory throes which another. And the British Govern80 frequently prelude more serious ment, rapidly taking up a strong commotions. And as to the relations position, exerted so firm a presbetween the great European Powers, sure upon her recalcitrant allies, what do we find but a rivalry and that the latter thought it better to hostility less disguised than before resume their old position by her side. The Peace settled nothing. It simply Whether the renewed allegiance of gave Russia the means of getting rid France and Sardinia to the British of the Allied armies, and of thereafter side of the question be genuine or acting as fraudulently and defiantly as feigned, remains to be seen. After before. Russia has good reason to be- what has happened, we cannot believe lieve that the Grand Alliance will not it hearty; and we wish we felt asagain coalesce to oppose her. France, sured that the British party in the that fought so gallantly by our side new Congress will prove sufficiently while the war lasted, now anxiously powerful to foil the onset of Muscopropitiates Russia, and, though refus- vite diplomacy. ing to abandon the English alliance, There are some who fancy that the acts rather as a drag than as an auxili- present difficulties of our national ary. The proceedings preliminary to position are merely factitious. With the new Congress expected at Paris, eyes blind to the deeper springs and sufficiently indicate the change that grander movements of European has taken place in our relation with politics, they profess to regard the the Continental Powers, since the gathering troubles abroad as not the Peace virtually broke up the anti-Rus- product of natural canses, but as all sian alliance. When Russia, in August, the work of individual conjuring. first proposed to refer the Boundary They fancy that a soothing breath, questions to a new congress, so far a soft word from Downing Street, from standing alone, it appeared that would blow them all away! Alas, she had won a clear majority of they know not the helplessness of the the Powers to her side! Prussia, individual when brought face to face who was her covert helper during with the movements of a continent. the war, and her humble slave at The mistake a serious one; for it