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good deal of astrology and other marvels, victory to the heathens. One of their lea. and the loves of Carl af Rice and Princess ders, the bold Kyriawan, had noticed that Rigmor, fill up the three volumes. where the royal banner waved the Danes

We give two more extracts, very different fought with most steadiness. On this banner in character from the last and from each Queen Dagmar's pious hand had wrought the other, but alike designed as pictures of the royal arms, the three silvery blue leaves and

the twenty-four golden hearts, and it was state of feelings and manners in Denmark planted on an eminence from whence it was at the beginning of the thirteenth century. visible to all. By a pretended flight KyriaThe first is a scene from Waldemar's great-wan lured away the impetuous Earl 'Otto est and last crusade in Esthonia, and exhib. with his chief warriors who guarded it, and its our author's straightforward mode of then, by a sudden onset in person, carried narrating a legendary miracle. Waldemar the hill.

“ When the Danes no longer saw the royal has rashly landed in the face of very supe, banner flying, they stood thunder-stricken; rior forces, and has with difficulty repulsed and such disorder ensued that even the king a night attack.

and Earl Albert, his chief general, gave up

the day for lost. * u* See the help that the light of the Lord

“ But now Bishop Peter cried with a loud affords," said Bishop Peter, pointing to the voice, Look up to heaven, Christians, and East, where the first gleam of dawn was ap: despair not! See ye the sign on high? pearing. •And see there, sir king, from the

“ 'The warriors halted and gazed upwards. hill-shore, the enemy is flying before bold a red flag with a white cross was whirling Witzlaw.

on the blast over their heads. " . From that hill,' said Archbishop An. 66. The higher it soars the nearer the victodreas, quietly folding his hands, 'shall I, by ry!' rang in loud tones through the field. prayer, show thee the way to victory?' No one knew from whence the voice proceed.

But there, my Danish horse are flying! ed, and many thought it was from heaven. Forward !' cried the king, turning his char

“ See! cried Bishop Peter, 'that is the ger.

banner of our heavenly king! Only with u • Stay! I adjure you!' cried Bishop Pe that we conquer : should it fall into the eneter, with an authority that the king, he krew my's hands we must despair !' not why, could but obey. See ! the Estro. " "A miracle! a miracle !' shouted the ar. nians pause, and Earl Albert has rallied the

my in amazement; whilst the banner flew fugitives ; give the army time to assemble high above their heads, driven by the wind round you, and omit not morning prayers. towards the enemy. No one could seize it. Before sun-rise your hour strikes not.

u. Forward! Forward! Rescue the hea. The enemy has seen us in our weakness; let ven-sent banner?' cried the bishop; and with them now see how we seek strength!'

a zeal and energy which seemed as though u • He is in the right, sir king,' said the Divine interposition alone could inspire, the archbishop, bid the army kneel and pray! excited warriors rushed forward. The time is not lost in which we arm our

“ Carl af Rise, with a crowd of other Chrisselves with heavenly weapons.'

tian prisoners, (taken in the night affray,) ** I will trust in you, pious men !' said the stood disarmed upon a height, where they king; and as soon as the troops were re

were guarded by some Esthonian infantry, assembled, he calmly drew them in battles in order to be offered immediately after the array in front of the

camp, and regardless of battle and victory, in sacrifice to the idols. the scornful challenge of the foe, of their He knelt and prayed : he alone of the prisorapid advance and immeasurably increasing ners, one friend excepted, was unbound, an numbers, bade the host kneel and join in the indulgence granted for the last day of their accustomed morning hymn.

lives by Kyriawan, in honour of their valour. " Waldemar himself alighted, and, with

" As Carl, in earnest prayer for his king the two prelates, knelt at the head of his ar. and countryinen, now raised his eyes towards my. The deep tones of the chanted psalm heaven, he saw the glittering Cross-banner resounded powerfully and solemnly through over his head. "The sign! The sign - Rethe reddening morning sky, and the wild demption from heaven shouted he, and yells of the heathen host were silenced. 5 At this moment the sun rose.

sprang to his feet, as in a frenzy of joy. The

filag sank towards the hill, and catching it, ?** Forward, in the name of God and all Carl swung it enthusiastically over his his saints!' said the king, vaulting upon his

head. white, mail.clad war-horse: and now began " The sun shone upon the white cross, and the celebrated battle of Wolmar, which in a the Danes recognized, Carl af Rise's lofty great measure decided the fate of Esthonia.

stature and dazzling azure armour. His hel.

met had fallen off, his long yellow hair “ The victory was contested with great waved in the wind about his shoulders; and, courage and perseverance till noon; but by as he thus stood, he resembled the image of that time the Danes began to be wearied out, the angel Michael, represented with the ban. whilst fresh troops continued to pour in rein. ner of victory in his hand, and the fiends forcement to the enemy. And now occurred overthrown beneath his feet. an incident that seemed necessarily to ensure 6 The tumult and battle were now at the




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foot of the hill. 'See ! see !' cried the bishop demand for knightly satisfaction, and the

the heavenly banner is in Christian hands chastisement of Sir Carl af Rise for this au. amongst enemies.' Earl Otto was already dacious and lawless deed. I now, in virtue cutting his way through the Esthonian foot of my kingly authority, permit the offended who guarded the eminence; in a moment father to fix the penalty which he deems they were trampled under the horses' hoofs, reason and equity sanction his infliction up. and the hill was in the hands of the Chris. on the knight, whose face he has sworn netians.

ver to look upon until the hour of justice and

retribution. I feel confident that my noble “ All eyes were fixed upon the miraculous kinsman, if he cannot forgive, will at least banner of the Cross, and when that waved require no disgraceful punishment of so honby the king's side the enemy fled perforce.” ourable, so highly esteemed a knight, and This miracle, we are after vards told, chivalry, which if they rigidly require satis

that he will act according to the law of was by some persons explained naturally; faction for the injury, require, only such as but our author does not say how, and as the beneits valiant and high born Knights.banner bearing the especial name of the Whatever punishment or honourable repar. Dannebrog was long preserved in Sleswig ation my noble kinsman may demand and, Cathedral, we see not why we should more Sir Carl af Rise freely submit to, I here, acdisbelieve its descent from heaven into the cording to their joint wish confirm beforehands of Carl af Rise-for which, by the hand by my royal authority and inviolable

.' way, he is revered by some and flouted by

“ Now spoke dark Earl Albert: My other through the remainder of the book - Lord and king, your word and promise have than the astrological predictions, and the beer heard by our common judges, and all other wonders therein also recorded with the Danish chivalry present. Bear this in out a hint at trickery. Neither was this mind when you hear my demand! The the only miracle required to decide the bat. man whose face I swore not to behold until tle of Wolmar. The whole Scriptual his- this hour of justice and retribution-whose tory of the alternations of success and failure name I entreated you to spare me when we as the hands of Moses were raised or drop. guide and instructor in chivalry I was.

met in your abode of misery the man whose ped, and the final necessity of his having whom I loved as a son till he forced me to his arms supported, is here ascribed to the hate him as my bitterest enemy-that man I archbishop. It is needless to add that the doom to no other punishment than, either, victory finally rested with Waldemar. this very hour to engage with me in single

Our other extract is from the closing combat for life and death, or, in presence of scene of the novel. King Waldemar has my king and the knights here assembled, to been compelled to purchase the release of him to the stroke of retribution, which !

kneel down with covered eyes and submit himself and his fellov-captives, including have sworn to strike with my own hand; his eldest son Waldemar, and Earl Albert

, and which I trust will as little injure bis from the dungeons of the Duke Schwerin, knightly honour as stain my name, the name by great sacrifices of suzerainty, land, and of King Waldemar's princely nephew.' money.

He himself had been released "The knights started and the king imupon signing the humiliating treaty and petuously exclaimed, Dare you thus misuse giving his younger sons as hostages; and my word and promise ? he has just fulfilled his engagements, and

My royal uncle,' Earl Albert calmly an

swered, a king's word is inviolable. If received home his children, kinsman, and misuse it, my business will it be to justify my friends. The king, whose heart has been actions, as I trust to do. The choice rests softened, and whose pride and ambition with Sir Carl af Rise.' have been corrected by suffering, is holding “ Waldemar fixed a piercing glance upon a solemn council with his warriors, prelates, his dark and terrible nephew, reflected for a and scalds; and when the state-affairs, are moment, and then said with repressed anger, dispatched, Waldemar thus speaks :

'Strange as your last alternative appears,

shameful and revolting as it were to see my " And now, noble knights and Danes,' nephew turned into an executioner, and my said the king before I leave my place, 1 hall of knighthood into a place of execution have a duty of justice to perform. Sir Carl you have my word, and I break it not. If af Rise, who is here present, and whom in Sir Carl can stoop to choose the last revoltother respects I pronounce one of my best ing alternative, I will avert my face in disand most loyal knights, has deeply wronged gust, and your will be done! But I trust a my princely nephew, Earl Albert of Or. valiant and high-born knight will prefer the lamunde, inasmuch as, without his fatherly duel which, painful as its issue must prove approbation and consent, he has, carried off to me, can alone end this affair without and wedded the earl's only daughter. My shame' and dishonour to knighthood and the wronged kingsman has, in his high-souled royal fainily.' zeal for my deliverance and the weal of our country, deferred until the present day, hishis seat. All eyes were fixed


Sir Carl


who without uttering a word, stepped firm-day of his imprisonment he recognized his ly forward, unclosed his vizor, and looked, proud daughter and swore to reward her keenly, but calmly, at Earl Albert's gloomy, truth. unchanging countenance. He then took off " Father, you knew me, and spoke not!' his helmet, bound his scarf over his eyes, exclaimed Rigmor. knelt down before the throne, and quietly "• Silence. The song is not finished ;' anawaited his death stroke from the hand of swered Earl Albert, gravely. the man against whom he could not lift a “ Thorgeir Danasjald resumed; his song weapon.

told what had just occurred, and that the “ With unaltered aspect Earl Albert unsheath- knight's choice was to decide whether he and ed his formidable sword, and the knights the earl were to be foes, or friends for life. gazed at him with an expression of horror, as “With a kindly nod Earl Albert interruptat a maniac. He took one step back, and raised ed him ; You chose not the death-fight with the heavy weapon. The king put forth his your wife's father, Sir Carl ; you preferred hand, as though to hold back the sword, and death from his hand (he said), and therefore strongly was he tempted to break his promise do I give you my daughter and my blessing. and stay the vengeful deed by his sovereign I have tried you hard, but it joys me that I will. But now, from amongsi the attendants, have. I knew Earl Albert's daughter ; l have forth sprang the youthful page, (he had at- now learned to know Carl of Rise's wife. tended them through the wars and in the God bless you, my children !' dungeon,) and interposed between the kneel “Carl had torn the scarf from his eyes and ing knight and the menacing earl. . Hold, rapturously embraced his Rigmor, who, in the unmerciful, inexorable father!' cried the guise of the bold page, lay in his bosom with voice of his child ; see, it is your daughter tears of delight. The re-united pair threw Rigmore; and the knight kneeling here as a themselves into the reconciled father's arms ; criminal is my wedded husband, before God and the joy was universal.” and man!'

“ Earl Albert let his sword sink, and si. We turn to the other two volumes before lently gazed upon his daughter. Carl af us. As a dramatist, Ingemann is less suc. Rise knew the voice of his wife, and opened cessful than in narrative. His Masaniello his arms; but neither uncovered his eyes and Turnus are ineffective ; and though nor changed his posture.

Rigmore went on. See, he has bared something of the comparative weakness of his head to the avenger's sword,!

Ho these tragedies may arise from the author's chooses death from your hand, stern father, being less familiar with the Italian nature rather than purchase life with your blood. than with his own countrymen, we must But he shall not cast it away–no longer think his talent decidedly undramatic: the shall he kneel to the merciless. Stand up, very idea of dramatizing the conclusion of Sir Carl, and defend your life! My father the Æneid, is proof sufficient of his wanting is no longer your's; I here renounce my the dramatic sense, for what poet wilfully right to the title of your wife in this

world; disturbs our existing associations ? Of Turthat your honour may not be sacrificed for my fault. If any one is to be dishonourably nus we will not speak; but select a drama. murdered, let it be me! I trembled at my tic specimen from Masaniello. The Nea. father's revenge when it was just —now let politan fisherman is made at once a philoso. it crush me-1 defy it. Stern father! here pher, an enthusiast, an unscrupulous con. kneels the daughter of Earl Albert of Nord- spirator, and a credulous dupe ; the tool of Albingien : if thou deemest it right, let me his confessor, who is a fiend in the garb of fall by thine implacable hand; but with no lesser crime shalt thou stain the honour of a Jesuit

. Masaniello rises in character with our princely house.'

his success, and goes mad only from the "Proudly, calmly knelt the intrepid daugh-effect of a drug administered for the express ter, and gazed at her father with a fearless purpose of disordering his brain. We can. look, in which he recognized his own haugh- not but think that a portraiture of the sim. ty, danger-scorning soul.

ple, unpolitical, unpremeditating fisherman, ** Rise up, Sir Carl! Rise, my daughter!" roused to sudden passion by injustice, besaid he, tranquilly; with your permission, my sovereign, a stranger's impartial voice coming the casual leader of a casual tumult shall judge betwixt us. He made a sign to which grows into successful rebellion, for a his followers, and Thorgeir Danasjald, (a moment using well the unbounded power scald) came forward, harp in hand. “Sing he derives from the people, but gradually us the ballad of the captive earl's revenge, so intoxicated as to incur universal hatred, said the general gravely.

would be more dramatic, as well as more “ All present looked in amazment at the

true. scald. He ceremoniously saluted the king and however they may think to improve

Writers, however they may refine, and the assembly; then struck his chords, and sang a ballad that touched every one, upon truth, are seldom more natural than but chiefly Sir Carl and the Lady Rigmor nature herself; and we abominate the He sang how the captive earl sat in his dun- introduction of unproved and unnecessary geon, soothed by his page; how on the last crimes, the vulgar substitutes of inefficiency


and presumption; unequal to the compre., honours, in order to make him his own inhension and developement of moral pheno strument: the Jesuit had proposed to the

viceroy to enfrenzy Masaniello by a potion, One extract must conclude our notice of and the latter had answered that he would Ingemann as a dramatist, and we cannot know nothing about such matters. Genuifind a better specimen of his excellences no, the Jesuit

, is alone in the room where and defects than the scene in which the Masaniello is to be received, and two goblets viceroy tries to tempt the fisherman with of wine stand on the table. " Genuino. This is the royal goblet, splendidly

With kingly crown embossed, and golden lilies ;
This will the haughty Arcos drain himself:
His pride's my surety ; no concern with this
Have I. (Takes the smaller goblet.) Quick! Shake not, hands! 'tis self-defence.
Masaniello, this will relish well;
Thy draught I'll not embitter; somewhat stronger
I merely make it. (Pours in the poison.) Now, an unseen witness,
I'll watch the issue of th' unwitnessed deed.

(Retires behind the arras.
Duke Arcos. (entering). He comes in princely garb, they say ;-what he,

So late who shoeless trod the streets ? Audacious !
But this confirms my hope that he proves frail.


Enter Masaniello, the Duke meets him.
I joy to see the man, whom as a foe,
I must esteem ; to whom the hand of friendship

I offer now.
Masaniello. I come to give me up

To your discretion. You, if such your will,
May crucify me-little matters that

So you respect the people's liberty.
Duke (Aside). Authoritative words. Aloud.) Their liberty

I've ratified; the people's friend I honour,
Although he still mistakes me. Masaniello,

Here's peace and friendship! (Offering his hand.)
Masaniello (taking it. If the viceroy be

The friend of Naples, in the people's name

I take his hand. "Myself am not in question.
Duke. Why so? Or I'm deceived, or, in thine eye,

Excellent man, I still can read mistrust :
A true and honest champion this beseems not.
But I'll not therefore blame thee.


Masaniello (impatiently). Duke Arcos, to the point! You have acknowledged

Our liberty, and sworn with hand and seal
To sanction it. For this, i' th' people's name,
Receive my thanks, and, if you hold your word,

Heaven's blessing also.
Duke. Yet such fervent thanks

I claim not; whatsoever good is done,

To thee, brave man, am I indebted.

If you speak sooth, I have indeed, lord Duke

Mistaken you.
Duke. I would that in my word

The people trusted; and-tranquillity.

Being now established-lay aside their arms.
Mas. All's tranquil, true; but till our covenant

Be sanctioned by King Philip, how should I,
The people's leader, dare to lay aside

The sword the Lord committed to my hand?
Duke (after a moments thought). Then bear it gallant champion, bear it over !

Well hast thou merited both sword and shield.
And that I from this hour esteem thee chief
Of Neapolitan nobles, this gold chain

That round thy neck I hang, shall testify.
Mas. (tearing it off). Hang cords around my neck, not golden yokes!

Nor deem that gold can bribe God's instrument !
Duke. Again my good will thou mistak'st.

Mas. I will not

Rank among Naples' executioners.

I hate, and I disdain them.
Duke (aside).

Down anger-nor betray me!-(Aloud) Masaniello,
Be't as thou wilt; a man like thee requires
No prince's hand to give nobility. (Noise without.)
Why do the people throng thus, clamouring,

Around my castle?
Mas. Too impatiently,

Perchance, they scek me: but I'll quiet them
At once. (Goes into the balcony and speaks to the people.)

See fellow.citizens, I'm here,
Alive and free: 'Tis peace.
People (without). Peace! Peace!
Duke. And now,

Come Masaniello, and, in ancient usage,
Drink with me to the welfare of the people,
And to our union. With the king's own goblet,

Behold, I honour thee (offers him the large goblet).
Gen. (in his lurking place, aside). Hell! Takes he that?
Mas. Far be't from me to touch my sovereign's goblet !

Such honour ill beseems me. To the king
I know to give his due ; and heaven's to heaven:

Let me take this (takes the poisoned cup).
Gen. (as before). His choice has fixed his fate.
Mas. Naples for ever! Peace with our good viceroy! (drinks.)
Duke (drinks). These drafts have quenched our enmity.
Mas. And now

I'll show you how obedient is this people,
How loyal. (To the people) Long live Philip, King of Spain !
Long live our good archbishop and our viceroy !

And long may Naples' loyal sons live free!
People. Long life to all, longest to Masaniello !
Mas. Now not a word more! Each man to his business!

(Lays his fingers on his lips, with a gesture of dismissal.)
Duke (aside). How! They obey him as he were their king !

Thus, Arcos, never wast thou feared. (Aloud) I know not
Whether thy self-denying modesty
I most admire, or thine unbounded power
Over the people. Thou shalt now select
Freely the ministerial post, in which
Most good thou canst effect. Myself have seen
Thy wisdom and thy skill in government,
Shown when the infamous banditti swarm
Was swept away. But on thy laurels now
Methinks thou mayst repose, and bid the people
Lay down their arms."

The viceregal blandishments are inter. We have now only to notice the collection rupted by a burst of frenzy on the part of his of poems: these minor pieces, especially the visiter, wrought by the Jesuit's drugs, and graver kind, are decidedly inferior in merit to henceforward until his assassination he is the narrative; the strain, however Teutonic, constantly insane. All that need be added seeming less congenial to our northern Scald's is, that the Jesuit is caught in his own toils. temperament. One specimen of his sportive The viceroy declares his horror of a crime mood we must however give, and, as his hapof which he avers utter ignorance, and the piest effort, from the prologue to the volume. baffled intriguer is killed by the surgeon's After painting the swallow's delight in build. washing a slight wound he has received from ing her nest under the roof of lovers, the poet the frantic Masaniello with one of his own thus concludes :poisons, which, after wetting the bullets to be used against the fisherman, he had left in the basin, where it looked like clean water.

“ Thou who to my Progne giv'st shelter and shade,

Oh, hear what she fain would say.
• I was born a little unfortunate maid,

• Before my birth's proper day, VOL. XXI.


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