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$0 vowed the knights, and so sang the The minstrels laid their hands on minstrels.
the strings, and a sound was heard 6 All the knights arose when Dora like the swarming of bees before sumVernon appeared. Fill all your wine- mer thunder. Sir Knight,' said cups, knights,' said Sir Lucas Peverel. one, I will sing ye, Cannie Johnie Fill them to the brim,' said Sir Henry Armstrong with all the seventeen variAvenel. "And drain them out, were ations.' . He was hanged for cattle they deeper than the Wye,' said Sir stealing,' answered the knight. I'll Godfrey Gernon. "To the health of have none of him.' the Princess of the Peak,' said Sir to Dick of the Cow, or the Harper of Ralph Cavendish. "To the health of Lochmaben ?' said another, with someDora Vernon, said Sir Hugh de Wo- thing of a tone of diffidence : 6 What! densley; 'beauty is above titles, she is you northern knaves, can you sing of the loveliest maiden a knight ever look- nothing but thievery and jail-breaking ?' ed on, with the sweetest name too. "Perhaps your knightship,'humbly sugAnd yet, Sir Knight,' said Peverel, gested a third, may have a turn for filling his cup, I know one who thinks the supernatural, and I'm thinking the so humbly of the fair name of Vernon, Fairy Legend of young Tamlane is as to wish it charmed into that of De Wo- just the thing that suits your fancy.' 'I densley.' He is not master of a spell like the naïveté of the young lady very so profound;' said Avenel. "And yet much,' answered the knight, but the he is master of his sword,' answered fair dames of Derbyshire prize the De Wodensley, with a darkening brow. charms of lovers with flesh and blood, 'I counsel bim to keep it in its sheath, before the gayest Elfin-knight that ever said Cavendish, - lesi it prove a way- ran a course from Carlisle to Caerlaveward servant. I will prove its ser- rock.' - What would your worship vice on thy bosom where and when say to William of Cloudesley >' said a thou wilt, Lord of Chatsworth,' said Cumberland minstrel, or to the Friar De Wodensley. Lord of Darley,' an- of Orders Grey ' said a harper from swered Cavendish, 'it is a tempting the halls of the Percys. moonligbt, but there is a charm over 666 Minstrels,” said Sir Ralph CavenHaddon to-night it would be unseemly dish, the invention of sweet and gentle to dispel. Tomorrow, I meet Lord poesy is dead among you. Every John Manners to try whose hawk has churi in the Peak can chaunt us these the fairer flight, and whose love the beautiful but common ditties. Have whiter hand. That can be soon seen; you nothing new for the honour of the for who has so fair a hand as the love sacred calling of verse, and the beauty of young Rutland ? I shall be found by of Dora Vernon ? Fellow-harper, Durwood-Tor when the sun is three what's your name? you with the long hours up, with my sword drawn— hair and the green mantle,' said the there's my hand on't, De Wodensley;' knight, beckoning to a young minstrel and he wrung the knight's hand till the who sat with his harp held before him, blood seemed starting from beneath his and his face half buried in his mantle's finger nails.
fold: (come, touch your strings and 6. By the saints, Sir Knights,' said sing ; I'll wager my gold-hilted sword Sir Godfrey Gernon, you may as well against that pheasant feather in thy cap, beard one another about the love of that thou hast a new and a gallant - some bright particular star and think strain; for I have seen thee measure to wed it,' as the wild wizard of War- more than once the form of fair Dora wick says, as quarrel about this unat- Vernon with a ballad-maker's eye.tainable love. Hearken, minstrels : Sing, man, sing.' while we drain our cups to this beaute “ The young minstrel, as he bowed ous lass, sing some of you a kindly his head to this singular mode of relove strain, wondrously 'mirthful and quest, blushed from brow to bosom ; melancholy. Here's a cup of Rhenish, nor were the face and neck of Dora and a good gold Harry in the bottom Vernon without an acknowledgment of on't, for the minstrel who pleases me.' how deeply she sympathized in his
embarrassment. A finer instrument, a well.— Let seas between us swell and truer hand, or a more sweet and manly sound :'-let his song be prophetic, for voice, hardly ever united to lend grace Derbyshire,- for England has no river to rhyme.
deep enough and broad enough to pre THE MINSTREL's song.
serve him from a father's sword, whose
peace he seeks to wound.' Knight of 1. Last night a proud page came to me ;
Haddon,' said Sir Ralph, John ManSir Knight, he said, I greet you free ;
ners is indeed my friend ; and the friend The moon is up at midnight hour,
of a Cavendish can be no mean person; All mute and lonely is the bower:
a braver and a better spirit never aspirTo róuse the deer, my lord is gone, ed after beauty. "Sir Knight,' said And his fair daughter's all alone, As lily fair, and as sweet to see,
the King of the Peak, 'I court no man's Arise, Sir Knight, and follow me.
counsel; hearken to my words. Look 2.
at the moon's shadow on Haddon-dial; The stars stream'd out, the new.woke moon there it is beside the casement; the O'er Chatsworth hill gleam'd brightly down, shadow falls short of twelve. If it And my love's cheeks, half-seen, half-hid, With love and joy blush'd deeply red: darkens the midnight hour, and John Short was our time, and chaste our bliss, Manners be found here, he shall be cast A whisper'd vow and a gentle kiss ;
fettered, neck and heel, into the deepest And one of those long looks, which earth With all its glory is not worth.
dungeon of Haddon.' 3.
“ All this passed not unobserved of The stars beam'd lovelier from the sky, Dora Vernon, whose fears and affeeThe smiling brook flow'd gentlier by ; Life, fly thou on ; I'll mind that hour
tions divined immediate mischief from of sacred love in greenwood bower; the calm speech and darkened brow of Let seas between us swell and sound, her father. Her heart sank within her Still at her name my heart shall bound; when he beckoned her to withdraw; Her name—which like a spell I'll keep,
she followed him into the great tapesTo soothe me and to charm my sleep.
tried room. My daughter,-my love "Fellow,' said Sir Ralph Caven- Dora,' said the not idle fears of a fathdish, thou hast not shamed my belief er, wine has done more than its usual of thy skill; keep that piece of gold, good office with the wits of our guests and drink thy cup of wine in quiet, tó to-night; they look on thee with bolder the health of the lass who inspired thy eyes, and speak of thee with a bolder strain, be she lordly, or be she low.' tongue, than a father can wish. Retire, The minstrel seated himself, and the therefore, to thy chamber. One of thy interrupted mirth re-commenced, which wisest attendants shall be thy companwas not long to continue. When the ion.--Adieu, my love, till sun-rise ! He minstrel began to sing, the King of the kissed her white temples and white Peak fixed his large and searching eyes brow; and Dora clung to his neck, and on his person, with a scrutiny from sobbed in his bosom;—while the secret which nothing could escape, and which of her heart rose near her lips. He recalled a flush of apprehension to the turned to his guests, and mirth and muface of his daughter Dora. Something sic, and the march of the wine-cup, like a cloud came upon his brow at the re-commenced with a vigour which first verse, which, darkening down promised reparation for the late interthrough the second, became as dark as mission. a December night at the close of the “ The chamber, or rather temporary third, when rising, and motioning Sir prison of Dora Vernon, was nigh the Ralph Cavendish to follow, he retir. cross-bow window which looked out on ed into the recess of the southern win- the terraced garden, and the extensive dow.
chase towards the hill of Haddon. All “Sir Knight,' said the lord of Had- that side of the hall lay in deep shadow, don, thou art the sworn friend of John and the moon, sunk in the very summit Manners, and well thou knowest what of the western heath, threw a level and his presumption dares at, and what are a farewell beam over river and tower. the letts between him and me. Caven. The young lady of Haddon seated herdo tutus ! ponder on thy own motto self in the recessed window, and lent
her ear to every sound, and her eye to pistols in his belt. The ale and the every shadow that fitted over the gar- wine had invaded the keeper's brain, den and chase. Her attendant maiden and impaired his sight ; yet he roused -shrewd, demure, and suspicious, of bimself up with a hiccup and a hilthe ripe age of thirty-yet of a merry loah,' and where go ye, my masters ?" pleasant look, which had its admirers — The lesser form whispered to the other sat watching every motion with the eye - who immediately said, Jasper Jugg, of an owl.
is this you ? Heaven be praised I have “ It was past midnight, when a foot found you so soon ;--here's that north same gliding along the passage, and a country pedlar, with his beads and blue finger gave three slight scratches on the ribbon-he has come and whistled out door of the chamber. The maid went pretty Nan Malkin, the lady's favourite, out, and after a brief conference sud- and the lord's trusty maid.--I left them denly returned, red with blushes from under the terrace, and came to tell you.' ear to ear. Oh, my lady!' said the
“ The enraged keeper scarce beard trusty maiden,-'oh, my sweet young this account of the faithlessness of his lady, --here's that poor young lad-ye love to an end,-he started off with the know his name—who gave me three swiftness of one of the deer which he yards of crimson ribbon, to trim my watched, making the boughs crash, as peach-bloom mantle, last Bakewell fair. he forced his way through bush and An honester or a kinder heart never glebe direct for the hall, vowing deserkept a promise; and yet I may nottion to the girl, and destruction to the give him the meeting. Oh, my young pedlar. Let us hasten our steps, my lady, my sweet young lady, my beauti- love,' said the lesser figure, in a sweet ful young lady, could you not stay here voice; and unmantling as she spoke, for half an hour by yourself?' Ere her turned back to the towers of Haddon young mistress could answer, the notice the fairest face that ever left themof the lover's presence was renewed. the face of Dora Vernon herself. “My The maiden again went—whispers men and my horses are nigh, my love,' were heard—and the audible salutation said the taller figure; and taking a silof lips; she returned again more reso ver call from his pocket, he imitated lute than ever to oblige her lover.- the sharp shrill cry of the plover; then
Oh, my lady-my young lady; if ye turning round he stood and gazed toever hope to prosper in true love your- wards Haddon, scarcely darkened by self-spare me but one half hour with the setting of the moon, for the festal this harmless kind lad. He has come lights flashed from turret and casement, seven long miles to see my fair face, he and the sound of mirth and revelry rang şays;-and, oh, my lady, he has a with augmenting din. “Ah, fair and handsome face of his own.—Oh, never stately Haddon, said Lord John Manlet it be said that Dora Vernon sunder- ners,“ little dost thou know, thou hasť ed true lovers ! - but I see consent writ- lost thy jewel from thy brow—else thy ten in your own lovely face--so I shall lights would be dimmed, thy mirth run-and, oh, my lady, take care of would turn to wailing, and swords your own sweet handsome self, when would be flashing from thy portals in your faithful Nan's away.' And the all the haste of hot pursuit. Farewell, maiden retired with her lover.
for a while, fair tower, farewell for a “It was half an hour after midnight, while. I shall return, and bless the when one of the keepers of the chase, time I barped among thy menials and as he lay beneath a holly bush listening, sang of my love—and charmed her out with a prolonged groan, to the audible of thy little chamber window. Several voice of revelry in the hall, from which armed men now came suddenly down his duty had lately excluded him, hap- from the bill of Haddon, horses richly pened to observe two forms approach- caparisoned were brought from among ing; one of low stature, a light step, the trees of the chase, and the ancestors and muffled in a common mantle : of the present family of Ruland sought the other with the air, and in the dress, shelter, for a time, in a distant land, of a forester--a sword at his side, and from the wrath of the King of the Peak.”
SPECIMENS OF THE GERMAN LYRIC PORTS,
CONSISTING OF TRANSLATIONS, &c. 1822.
THIS volume contains seventy-three
SONG. poetical pieces, and twenty bio
Know'st thou the land, where citrons scent the gake, graphical notices, which include the Where glows the orange in the scented vale ; interesting names of Bürger, Claudius, Where softer breezes fan the azure skies, Von Goethe, Hölty, Klopstock, Von where myrtles spring, and prouder laurels rise ? Kotzebue, Von Schiller, Schubart,Stol-Knowost thou the land ? 'tis there our footsteps tend:
And there, my faithful love, our course shall end. berg, Voss, and Weisze. As these names have already a powerful interest Know'st thou the pile, the colonade sustains,
Its splendid chambers and its rich domains, with the public, we shall select our
Where breathing statues stand in bright array, specimens chiefly from them. Our
And seem, 'What ails thee, hapless maid ?' to say. first extract shall be from the masterly Know'st thou the land ? 'tis there our footsteps tendi Goethe, only remarking, that the sub- And there, my gentle guide, our course shall end. ject is quite a German Romance, and Know'st thou the mount, where clouds obscure the that it is headed by a delicate wood-cut: Where scarce the mule can trace bis misty way ;
Where lurks the dragon and her scaly brood ; THE FISHER.
And broken roeks oppose the headlong flood?
Know'st thou the land ? 'tis there our course shall end: IN gurgling eddies roll'd the tide,
There lies our way,-ah, thither let us tend !
Of Schiller's genius we select the And spread the treacherous bait.
following grand specimen. Reclin'd he sat in careless mood,
The floating quill he eyed ;-
MARY, QUEEN OF SCOTS, A humid maid he spied.
In the Park of Potheringay Castle. She sweetly sang, she sweetly said,
Freedom returns,-oh let me enjoy it, As gazed the wond'ring swain ;
Let me be happy, be happy with me, • Why thus with murd'rous arts invade
Freedom invites me,-oh! let me employ it, My placid, harmless reigo ?
Skimming, with winged step, light o'er the lea.Ah, didst thou know, how blest, how free,
Have I escaped from this mansion of mourning? The finny myriads stray,
Holds me ro more this sad dungeon of care ? Thou'st long to dive the limpid sea,
Let me, with thirsty impatience burning, And live as blest as they.
Drink in the free, the celestial air.
Thanks to these friendly trees which hide from me The sun, the lovely queen of night,
My prison's bounds, and flatter my illusion ; Beneath the deep repair ;
Happy I'll dream myself, and gladly free ; And thence in streamy lustre bright,
Why wake me from my Dream's so sweet confusion? Return more fresh and fair,
From where yon misty mountains rise on high, Tempts thee not yon ætherial space,
I can my Empire's boundaries explore, Betinged with liquid blue ?
And those light clouds which steering southwards fly, Nor tempts thee there thy pictured face,
Seek the mild clime of France's genial shore; To bathe in worlds of dew?'
Hastening clouds! ye meteors that fly, The tide in gurgling eddies rose,
Could I but with you speed through the sky ? It reach'd his trembling feet:
Tenderly greet me the land of my youth; His heart with fond impatience glow 3
I am in sorrow, I am in restraint. The promis'd joys to meet.
I have none else to bear my complaint ; So sang the soft, the winning fair :
Free in ether your path is seen, Alas ! ill-fated swain !-
Ye are not subject to this tyrant Queen.
Hear'st thou the bugle? biithely resounding; Half-dragg'd, half-pleased, he sinks with her,
Hear'st thou the blast through wood and plain? And ne'er was seen again !
Could I once more on my nimble steed bounding,
Join the jocund, the frolicsome train! The following beautiful song by the Again, oh ! sadly pleasing remembrance ; same poet, must remind every reader Such were the wounds which so merry and clear, of the commencement of the Bride of
Oft, when with music the hounds and the horn
Cheerfully wakened the slumbering mora, Abydos.
On the hills of the Highlands delighted my ear.
The following is by Salis :
in Schlegel's remark on this poet; namely, that “ his feelings are more honest and candid, than tender and delicate :" but had he often written thus, such negative praise could never have been awarded to him. Of a different character is the next poem, entitled “ Love's Witchcraft;" but the sweet playfulness of it deserves equal commendation.
SPRING. Fresher green the lawns display,
Vernal odours scent the dale; Gayly trills the linnet's lay,
Sweetly wails the nightingale. See the grove its buds disclose ;
Love awakes the soft recess: Now each shepherd bolder grows,
Kinder every shepherdess ! Now the blossom rears its head,
Spring recals its blooming pride ; Spring enamels all the mead,
Decks the hillock's sloping side. See the lily of the vale,
Peeping through its leafy shade, Half its modest charms conceal :
Garland meet for spotless maid. Now the woodbine's twining shade,
Sweetly forms the rustic bower ;Soft retreat of youth and maid,
True to love's appointed hour! Fooder grows the Zephyr's kiss,
Pleasure wakes at every call : Vernal life, and thrilling bliss,
Fee is the heart, that feels at all !
The ensuing drinking Song, which has all the vivacious feeling of our own Morris,is extracted from the anonymous writers which close the volume; and with it our poetical specimens must also be concluded.
To Bacchus, dear Bacchus, an altar I'll raise,
Maiden, look me in the face ; Stedfası, serious-Do grimace ! Maiden, mark me, now I task thee, Answer quickly, what I ask thee; Stedfast, look me in the face ; Little vixen-no grimace ! Frightful art thou not ; 'tis true, Eyes obou bast of lovely blue; Lips and cheeks, the rose defying, Bosom, snow in whiteness vying. Charms thou hast ;--ah, sure 'tis true; Killing eyes of azure hue ! Be thou lovely ;-get, I ween, Fair tbou art, but not a queen; Not the queen of all that's charming ; Not alone all hearts alarming. Fajr and bright ;-but still, I ween, Bright and fair ;-but not a queen. When I turn me here and there, Scores of lovely maids appear ; Scores of maids, in beauty blooming, Claims, as fair as thine assuming : Scores of maidens here and there, Smile as sweet, and look as fair! Yet hast thou imperial sway; I, thy willing slave, obey ! Sway imperial, now to teaze me, Now to soothe, and now to please me, Life and death attend thy sway ; See thy willing slave obey ! Scores of maidens !-what a train ! Scores and scorts !-yet all were vain, Should ev'n thousands strive to chase thee From the throne where love doth place thee; Tens of thousands !-what a train ! All their fondest hopes were vain ! Look me, charmer, in the face ; Little vixen, no grimace! Tell me, why for thee I'm sighing, Thee a one, and others flying? Littie charmer, no grimace ; Speak, and look me in the face ! Long the causr I've vainly scann'd, Why to thee a one I bend ! Tortur'd thus, nor know the reason, Martyr stil to am 'roos treason! Fair enchanta-ss! 'fore me stand : Speak—and show thy magic wand !