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[A solemn Song or Hymn, sung in
For in that battle he right nobly fought harmony, heard without, And may, belike, wot of the friend you
mention'd. Men preserved from storm and tide And fire and battle raging wide ;
Aur. (going up eagerly to the young What shall subdue our steady faith,
Knight.) Did'st thou there fight? Or of our heads a hair shall skathe?
then surely thou didst know Men preserved, in gladness weeping,
The noble Ermingard, who from this
isle Praise him, who hath alway our souls in
With valiant Conrad went:holy keeping:
What fate had he upon that dismal day! And whereso'er, in earth or sea,
Young Kt. Whate er his fate in that Our spot of rest at last shall be;
fell fight might be,
He now is as the dead. Our swords, in many a glorious field,
Aur. Is as the dead! ha! then he is Surviving heroes still shall wield,
not dead : While we our faithful toils are reaping With him, who hath alway our souls in
He's living still. O tell me tell me
this! holy keeping
Say he is still alive; and though he
breathe [Enter six Knights of St John of Je
In the foul pest-house; though a wretch. rusalem in procession, with their fol
ed wand'rer, lowers behind them, who don't ad
Wounded and maim'd; yea, though his vance upon the stage, but remain
noble form partly concealed behind the rocks.
With chains and stripes and slav'ry be Aur. Speak to them, Bastiani ; thou’rt disgraced, a soldier;
Say he is living still, and I will bless thee. Thy mind is more composed.--I pray thee Thou know'st--full well thou know'st, do.
but wilt not speak. [Motioning Bast. to accost them. What means that heavy groan ? For love Bast. This Lady, noble warriors, greets
of God, speak to me!
[Tears the mantle from his face, with And offers you such hospitality
which he had concealed it. As this late hour and scanty means afford. Wilt please ye round this blazing fire to My Ermingard ! My blessed Ermingard! rest?
Thy very living self restored again! After such perilous tossing on the waves, Why turn from me ? You needs must be forspent.
Er. Ah! call st thou this restored ? 1st Knight. Lady, take our thanks. Aur. Do I not grasp thy real living And may the vessel of that friend beloved, hand ? For whom you watch, as we have now Dear, dear !-so dear! most dear!--my been told,
lost, my found! Soon to your shore its welcome freight Thou turn'st and weep’st; art thou not convey.
so to me? Aur. Thanks for the wish; and
Er. Ah! would I were! alas, alas ! its prayers be heard.
I'm lost: Renowned men ye are; holy and brave; Sever'd from thee for ever. In every field of honour and of arms Aur. How so? What means such words? Some of your noble brotherhood are Erm. (shaking his head, and pointfound:
ing to the cross on his mantle.) Perhaps the valiant knights Inow behold, Look on this emblem of a holy vow Did on that luckless day against the
Which binds and weds me to a heavenly Souldain
love : With brave De Villeneuve for the cross We are, my sweet Aurora, far divided ; contend.
Our bliss is wreck'd for ever. If this be so, you can, perhaps, inform Aur. No; thou art still alive, and that
is bliss. Of one who in the battle fought, whose Few moments since, what would I not fate is still unknown.
have sacrificed, Ist Knight. None of us all, fair Dame, To know that, in the lapse of many so honour'd were
years, As in that field to be, save this young I should again behold thee !--I had knight.
been Sir Bertram, wherefore in thy mantle How strongly art thou moved !-Thou lapt,
heed'st me not. Stand'st thou so far behind! Speak to
Ter. (to Aur.) Were it not better he hira, Lady:
should leave this spot?
Let me conduct him to my quiet bower. Aur. Nay, say not so: thou still art Rest and retirement may compose his mine. Short while mind.
I would have given my whole of life besides Aur. Aye, thou art right, Terentia. To've seen but once again thy passing
form Ermingard alivo-Aurora is happy Thy face-thine eyes turn’d on me for a as an angel in heaven; but Ermin
moment ; gard is distracted—and a little page
Or only to have heard through the still air who had overheard him-asks Gar
Thy voice distinctly call me, or the sound cia
Of thy known steps upon my lonely floor :“ Do folks groan heaviest when they are And shall I then, holding thy living hand alone ?!
In love and honour, say, thou art not
mine? Ermingard and Aurora meet again
Erm. (shaking his head.) This statein the apartment of Terentia ; and
this sacred badge! only a woman and that woman Aur. O no! that holy cross upon tby Joanna Baillie-or might we say breast Caroline Bowles Southey-could have Throws such a charm of valorous sanctity imagined in its perfect purity such a O'er thy loved form : my thoughts do forscene as this
ward glance “ Erm. O cease! Thy words, thy voice,
To deeds of such high fame by thee thy hand on mine,
achieved, That touch so dearly felt, do but enhance That even methinks the bliss of wedded love An agony too great.- -Untoward fate !
Less dear, less noble is than such strong Thus to have lost thee !
Say not, thou hast As may, without reproach, unite us still. lost me.
Erm. O creature of a gen'rous conHeaven will subdue our minds, and we shall still,
Thou but the more distractest me!- Fool, With what is spared us from our wreck of
(Starting from his seat, and pacing Be happy.
to and fro distractedly.) Erm. Most unblest, untoward fate ! Alean, misbelieving fool! -I thought her After that hapless battle, where in vain
false, I courted death, I kept my name concral'd. Cred'lous alone of evil:I have lost, Even brave De Villeneuve, master of our And have deserved to lose her. Order,
Aur. Oh ! be not thus ! Have I no . When he received my vows, did pledge his
power to sooth thee? faith
See, good Terentia weeps, and fain would Not to declare it. Thus I kept myself
try From all communication with these shores, To speak thee comfort. Perversely forwarding my rival's will.
Ter. (coming forward.) Aye ; bethink O blind and credulous fool !
thee well, Aur. Nay, do not thus upbraid thyself: Most noble Ermingard, heaven grants thee Heaven will'd it.
still Be not so keenly moved: there still is left All that is truly precious of her love, What to the soul is dear.- We'll still be Her true and dear regard. happy.
Erm. Then heaven forgive my black Erm. The chasten'd pilgrim o'er bis ingratitude. lady's grave
For I am most unthankful. Sweet tears may shed, and may without Ter.
Nay, consider, reproach
Her heart is thine: you are in mind united, Thoughts of his past love blend with Erm. United ! In the farthest nook o' thrughts of heaven.
th' earth He whom the treach'ry of some faithless I may in lovely solitude reflect, maid
That in some spot-some happier land she Hath robb'd of bliss, may, in the sturdy lives pride
And thinks of me. Is this to be united ? Of a wrong'd man, the galling ill endure; Aur. I cannot, in a page's surtout clad, But sever'd thus from thee, so true, so Thy steps attend, as other maids have done noble,
To other knights. By vows that all the soul's devotion claim, Erm.
No, by the holy rood! It makes me feel-may God forgive the Thou can'st not, and thou should'st not. crime !
Rather would I, A very hatred of all saintly things.
Dear as thou art, weep o'er thee in thy Fool-rash and credulous fool! to lose
grave thee thus !
Than see thee so degraded.
Hear me out. School me or chide me now: do what I cannot so attend thee-noon and eve
Remember, if you can, that THE Establish'd are- maids who in deeds of
Beacon is not a Tragedy; therefore
it ends not in separation of loving charity
hearts in the cloister, or the grave. To pilgrims and to all in warfare maim'd, In sacred warfare for the holy cross,
The · Legate --- for Joanna, like her Are deem'd the humble partners of your
master, Shakspeare, loves to show zeal.
Christianity in any creed sincerely Erm. Aye, such there are ; but what embraced_takes Aurora under his availeth this?
own guardian care, Aur. There will I dwell, a vow'd and humble sister.
« Till we before the holy Father come;" We shall not far be sever'd. The same orders Ulrick, whom he sees through, winds
to give account of his wardship to him That do o' nights through your still clois- who holds the See; and says to Sir ters sigh,
ErmingardOur quiet cells visiting with mournful
“ If the blessed Cross harmony,
Thou hast assumed, supposing other vows Shall lull my pillow too. Our window'd
That did before engage thee were antowers
null’d, Shall sometimes show me on the neigh- By false reports deceived; the 'holy bouring plains,
Urban, Amidst thy brave companions, thy mail'd
Our wise enlighten'd father, will, I trust, form
A dispensation grant, that shall empower Crested with glory, on thy pawing steed
thee Returning from the wars. And when at
To doff with honour this thy sacred last
mantle, Thou art in sickness laid—who will forbid
And in its stead a bridegroom's robe The dear sad pleasure?-like a holy bride
assume.” I'll by thy death-bed stand, and look to heaven,
Ermingard and Aurora both embrace Where all bless'd union is. O! at the the Legate's knees, who raises them thought,
up gently—and says to Aurora Methinks this span of life to nothing shrinks,
“ Blush not, sweet maid, nor check thy And we are bless'd already. Thou art
ardent thoughts ;
WHICH IN THE VIRTUOUS MIND DOTH ALL what thou wilt:
THINGS CONQUER; I am subdued. And yet these bursting
IT LIFTS THE SAINT TO HEAVEN."
bell - Joanna Baillie - for a while great devotion.
HASTY HINTS UPON HORSES.
When we told you, some few going to expatiate upon the magnif. months back, O gentle reader! that, cent steed of the Honourable Five-bar (to borrow a phrase from Brother Rasper, or his Grace the Duke of Jonathan, about the only thing, by Double-ditch-that we have not the the way, which our occidental relative remotest idea of entering into a dis. possesses worth the lending,) beyond cussion of the much vexata quæstio of all the beasts of the earth, a dog the paternity of Bloomsbury, or com
went a-head” in our affections, we mencing a historical and philosophi. intimated, at the same time, that our cal investigation into the origin and heart had many corners for many legality of the authority of the Jockey other animals. We said we loved an Club. All this, we say, you will elephant; but we are not going to readily conceive ; but should it, as we talk about one now. He is by far trust it will not, enter into your most too large and weighty a subject to be inquisitive noddle, to ask us wbat we taken up in a hot July moruing, when really do mean to talk about, why, we the sun, as somebody says,
" makes are “ free to confess," as the Parlia. the whole world Troglodytic.” We ment men say, you will thereby put said we loved a mouse; and so we do, us to a pretty considerable nonplus. or rather so we would, if he would let We can only recommend you to shut
He might gnaw and nibble at your mouth-we are not particular the oldest Stilton in our dairy with about this first article, only it is hot impunity; for we could not find in weather, and the flies are strong in the our hearts to hurt so much as the tip land-open your eyes, (our respected of bis tail ; but the “ wee, sleekit, grandmother, who was accused, most cowrin', timorous beastie," has no unjustly as we think, of spoiling us reciprocal sentiment of affection. He with sugar-plums, used to reverse the scampers to his hole at our approach, precept,) sit down on a cane-bottomed as though we a kitten and chair, as the best possible antidote to cried mew;" he obstinately refuses somnolence which we can think of to be loved ; and he deserves not that prick up your “ most attent ear," pen, iuk, and paper should be thrown and_so, you are ready ?--then here away upon his ingratitude. We said goes for a plunge. we loved a horse-of a horse, then, be There are few occupations (we like it our “ hint to speak.”
a sententious beginning) more agree Now, the devil of it is, that, to talk able to minds of a contemplative and about horses, one wants a world of philosophical cast, than to observe the technical knowledge, in which the numerous variations of national feel. pen-Avurishing generation is, we fear, ing, as exhibited under the numerous for the most part, lamentably deficient. variations of climate and complexionWe ourselves, much as we like a to note the different lights in which horse, are any thing but a
the same object is regarded in different horse-courser;" and, had we to go to latitudes. The poor Arab-we are market for ourselves, might more than no travellers, and cannot speak from probably find the knowing ones a trifle our own experience, but we have too too deep for us. We are not quite much gallantry to dream of impugnconvinced that we entertain very de- ing the veracity of the Honourable finite ideas on the subject of hocks, Mrs Norton—the poor Arab, before frogs, fetlocks, and pasterns; and as he mounts his steed, after gazing upon to thrushes, splints, spavins, and ring him with a five-minute glance of un. bones, we are, beyond all controversy, alterable affection, breaks forth into in a state of more than Cimmerian some such impassioned apostrophe as obscurity. Having ingenuously confessed thus much, you will scarcely
“ My beautiful! my beautiful ! that standest feel surprised when we inform you,
meekly by, O gentle reader ! that we have not at
With thy proudly arch'd and glossy neck
thy bright and speaking eye,' present the slightest intention of qualifying every man to act as his own et cetera, et cetera, et cetera, for about veterinary surgeon—that we are not ten minutes more, and having thus
given vent to his feelings, puts his most of her more civilized tastes, from shoeless toes in the stirrup exactly as Greece,) are still to be found tablets the quarter of an hour expires. The to the memory of the good steed who poor Englishman, a wondrous econo. called forth so frequently the plaudits mist of time and poetry, dexterously of the “hoarse circus,” recording how switches his animal over the “ raw,
often he won in a canter, how many and starts at once upon his daily avo- times he “ ran a good second,” nor cations, with no gentler salutation even omitting to mention when he was than a “ kim aup, yez warmint! d'ye fain to be content with a respectable think I stole yer ?"
third. The names of two or three Those noble fellows, the old Greeks, favourites have outlived those of many (what the deuce did Byron mean by an antique Roman," who, doubtless, saying that we already knew too much had his dreams of immortality. about them, as if we could ever, by
“ Sed venale pecus Corythæ posteritas et any possibility, learn enough ?) enter
Hirpini, si rara jugo victoria sedit. tained notions like themselves on the
Nil ibi majorum respectus, gratia nulla subject of horses--witness their mag
Umbrarum: dominos pretiis mutare jubentur nificent sculptures-witness their mag- Exiguis, tritoque trabunt epirhedia collo nificent poetry. The trainers of those Segnipedes." days, when kings broke their own nags, and blushed not to be caught at The whole sad ditty of the “ High. it, were somewhat different people, Mettled Racer,” compressed into five and held in somewhat different odour, lines of Juvenal! Alas, for the defrom the estimable gentry who play generacy of the turf of the nineteenth at fast and loose with our modern century! Newmarket and Doncaster patrons of the stable. The famous boast no Pindar to immortalize their Irish “ Whisperer,” nay, our old friend glories—the father of history and his Andrew Ducrow himself, could hardly nine muses would attract but a scanty stand a comparison with the “ horse. audience in “the ring" at Epsom tamer Hector.” They talked of pe- nay, we doubt if even our old acquaintdigrees too, even in those days, with ance Pegasus, were he to start forth all the accuracy of the stud-book ; once more in propriâ personâ, would there was an aristocracy of horses make much of a figure in the betting. before the time of Homer. The Old Homer has made magnificent “ Xanthus and Balius of Podarge's use of a horse, as, indeed, he has of strain," must have looked down with every thing else, in that comparison immeasurable contempt upon the which, for splendour of language, bloodless undescended rips, over need not fear to be set beside any whose stiffening carcasses they whirled horse-passage we know, saving only the chariot of Achilles.
that most wonderful description in the Even in “old Rome, the seven- Book of Job, which stands alone in its billy,” (who, by the way, borrowed sublimity :her fancy for horse-racing, as she did
“Ως δ' ότε τις στατός ίππος, αποσκησας επί φάτνη,
“Ρίμπα ε γούνα φέρει μετά τ’ ήθεα και νόμον ίππων. Glorious indeed! We positively see The comparison is, to our thinking, him! He flashes before our eyes in far too good for Paris. We cannot, bis lightning like speed, as plainly as for the life of us, picture him as the the hoof-tramp sounds in our ears in ardent warrior which it would repre. the
sent him to be: We are wont to think " Quadrupedante putrem sonitu quatit un.
of him only as the “ concionus adul. gula campum"
ter,” the regular “fancy.man,” the of Virgil. And now we have but one
pet of the petticoats, whose noblest acfault to find--ay, you may well stare
complishment is and look incredulous-we, even we, " To caper nimbly in a lady's chamber, are going to pick a crow with Homer! To the lascivious pleasing of a lute;'