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To slamber with their own soft-sliding sounds; Tumultuous orisons; the spacious world
And all for foul idolatry, or worse,

Lives but in him that is its life. But be,
To make itself a home and sanctuary?

Disdainful of the universal homage,

Holds his calm way, and vindicates for his own Oh, second Eden, like the first, defiled

Th’illimitable heavens, in solitude With sin ! even like thy human habitants,

of peerless glory unapproachable. Thy wind, and flowers, and waters, have forgot

What means thy proud undazzled look, to adore The gracious hand that made them, ministers

Or mock, ungracious ?
Voluptuous to man's transgressions-all,

Margarita. On yon buming orb
Save thou, sweet nightingale! that, like myself,
Pourest alone thy melancholy song

I gaze, and say, Thou mightiest work of him
To silence and to God.

That launch'd thee furth, a golden-erowned bride

groom, She is here overtaken by the Pre- To hang thy everlasting nuptial lamp fect, whose jealousy has been roused in the exulting heavens. In thee the light,

Creation's eldes t-born, was tabernacled. by her recent coldness, and from whom To thee was given to quicken slumbering nature, she still conceals the real cause of her and lead the season's slow vicissitude apparent change. Nothing results Over the fertile breast of mother earth; from the meeting, and the martyr pass- Till men began to stoop their grovelling prayen es on to the congregation at the burial- From the Almighty Sire of all to thee

And I will add,- Thou universal emblem, place of the christians. They have Hung in the forehead of the all-seen heavens, just interred a brother, over whom they of him, that with the light of righteousness chant an anthem, which is more distin- Dawn'd on our later days; the visitant day-spring guished by its piety than by poetical Giant refresha ! that evermore renew'st

of the benighted world. Enduring splendour! spirit. They are warned by the Neo- Thy flaming strength ? nor even shalt thou cease, phyte, and flee timely away. Marga- With time coeval even till Time itself, ret returns to the temple, and the ex

Hath perish'd in eternity. Then thou planatory scene with her father ensues : Debased, thy mortal nature, from the sky

Shalt own, from thy apparent deity Callias. How?-what?-mine ears

Withering before the all-enlightening Lamb, Ring with a wild confusion of strange sounds

Whose radiant throne shall quench all other fires. That have no meaning. Thou'rt not wont to mock

Callias. And yet she stands unblasted! In thy Thine aged father, but I think that now

mercy Thou dost, my child.

Thou dost remember all my faithful vows, Margarita. By Jesus Christ-by Him

Hyperion ! and suspend the fiery shaft' In wbom my soul hath hope of immortality,

That quivers on thy string. Ah! not on her, Father! I mock not.

This innocent, wreak thy fury! I will search, Callias. Lightnings blast-not thee,

And thou wilt lend me light, although they shroud But those that by their subtle incantations

In deepest Orcus, I will pluck them forth,
Have wrought upon thy innocent soul !

And set them up a mark for all thy wrath :
Margarita.
Look there!

Those that beguiled to this unholy madness
Father, I'll follow thee where'er thou wilt;

My pure and blameless child, Shine forth, shine Thoq dost not mean this cruel violence

forth, With which thou dragg'st me on.

Apollo ! and we'll bave our full revenge !
Callias.
Dost not behold him,

The scene is next transferred to the Thy God! thy father's God! the God of Antioch!

Prefect's hall of justice, whither the And feel'st thou not the cold and silent awe, That emanates from his immortal presence

captured christians are brought for O'er all the breathless temple! Daröst thou see judgment, and, amongst the rest, MarThe terrible brightness of the wrath that burns

garet,

who has been seized in company On his areh'd brow? Lo ! how the indignation Swells in each strong dilated limb! His stature

with Fabius, the patriarch of her sect, Grows loftier; and the roof, the quaking pavement,

and who now stands before the PreThe shadowy pillars, all the temple feels

fect, her lover, and the priest, her fathThe offended God ! I dare not look again,

er, to receive her sentence at their Dar'st thou ?

hands. The whole scene is well imagMargarita. I see a silent shape of stone, In which the majesty of human passion

ined, and forcibly written. It is sucIs to the life expressed. A noble image,

ceeded by an interview between the But wrought by mortal hands, upon a model father and child in the prison. The As mortal as themselves.

spirit of the parent is broken down, Calliar. Ha! look again, then,

and he forgets, in his sorrow, the There in the East. Mark how the purple clouds

supThrong to pavilion him ; th' officious winds

posed guilt of the apostate priestess. Pant forth to purify his azure path From night's dun vapour and fast-scattering mists,

Daughter! when thou serv'dst The glad earth wakes in adoration ; all

Thy father's gods, thou wert not thus! the sun

Was brightest where thon wert-beneath thy text The voices of all animate things lift ap

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Flowers grew. Thou sat'st like some unclouded The infuriate joy of the fierce multitude,
star,

The flowing blood, and limbs that wriche in fans,
Insphered in thine own light and joy, and mad'st Thou seest what thou preparest for thyself.
The world around thee beauteous ; now, cold earth Now what Olybius' love prepares for thee,
Must be thy couch to-night, co-morrow morn Fairest, behold... Behold
What means that music ?

-Oh, I us'd to love You throne, whereon the Asiarch holds his state,
Those evening harpings once, my child !

Circled by kings, and more than king's Romans ; Margarita.

I hear

There by his side shall Margarita sit,
The maids ; beneath the twilight they are thronging Olybius' bride ; with all the adoming city,
To Daphne, and they carol as they pass.

And every province of the sumptuous East,
Callias. Thou canst not go.

Casting its lavish homage at her feet ; Margarita. Lament not that, my father.

Her life one luxury of love, her state Callias. Thou must breathe here the damp and One scene of peerless pomp and pride ; ber will stilling air.

The law of spacious kingdoms, and her lord

More glorious for the beauty of his bride,
Margarita. Nay, listen not.
Callias.

Than for three triumphs. Now, my soul's beloved !
They call us hence. Ah ! me,

Make thiou thy choice.
My gentle child, in vain wouldst thou distract

Margarita.

'Tis made-the funeral pyre,
My rapt attention from each well-known note,
Once hallow'd to mine ear by thine own voice, The Prefect determines, notwith-
Which erst made Antioch vacant, drawing after thee
The thronging youth, which cluster'd all around

standing, at all events, to save the thee

maiden's life, and although she is Like bees around their queen, the happiest they That were the nearest. Oh, my child ! my child !

brought with the other victims to the

place of execution, it is only with the The virgins of Apollo are heard, as view of shaking her constancy, by they pass by, and their evening song is making her an eye-witness of the varivery beautifully written As the night ous tortures under which they expire. advances, Margaret is led forth to a Before they are led out to death, the splendid palace, where the strongest spirit of the beautiful martyr rises high trial of her faith is made, in the choice

within her, and breaks forth in a strain of good or evil, held out to her by the of inspiration. Prefect, to whom she is devotedly at Olybius. Beautiful ! what mean'st thou ? tached, and who presents the contrast Why dost thou look to yon bright heaven ? What scest to her senses in the strongest colours :

That makes thy full eyes kindle as they gaze,

Undazzled, on the fiery sky? Give place-
Olybius.
Sweet Margarita,

Strike off those misplaced fetters from her limbs;
Give me thine hand-for once !-Oh! snowy treas The sunshine falls around her like a mantle.

The robes of saffron flame like gold. Give place. That shall be mine thus fondly clasp'd for ever.

Macer. Great Phæbus conquers ! See, she strikes Now, Margarita, cast thine eyes below

the lyre What seest thou ?

With his ecstatic fervour. Margarita. Here Apollo's temple rests Callias.

Peace-oh peace !
Its weight upon its snow-white columns. There

And I shall hear once more before I die
The massy shades of Daphne, with its streams, That voice on which I've lived these long, long yeas.
That with their babbling sounds allure the sight,

Hark, even the winds are mute to hear her, Peace !
Where their long dim-seen tracts of silvery white-

Marg. What means yon blaze on high? Now gleam, and now are lost again. Beyond

The empyrean sky The star-lit city in its wide repose ;

Like the rich veil of some proud fane is rending, Each tall and silent tower in stately darkness,

I see the star-paved land,
Distinct against the cloudless sky.

Where all the angels stand,
Olybius.
Beneath thee,

Even to the bighest height in burning rows ascend-
Now, to the left!

ing; Margarita. A dim and narrow court

Some with their wings dispread, I see, where shadows as of hurrying men

And bow'd the stately head, Pass and repass; and now and then their lights

As on some mission of God's love departing, Wander on shapeless heaps, like funeral piles

Like flames from midnight conflagrations starting : And there are things of strange distorted shape

Bebold ! the appointed messengers are they, On which the torches cast a colder hue,

And nearest earth they wait to waft our souls away. As though on iron instruments of torture.

Higher and higher still A little farther, there are moving lamps

More lofty statures fill In the black amphitheatre, that glance,

The jasper courts of the everlasting dwelling i And as they glance each narrow aperture

Cherub and Seraph pace Is feebly gilded with their slanted light.

The illimitable space, It is the quick and busy preparation

While sleep the folded plumes from their white shout For the dark sacrifice of to-morrow.

ders swelling. Olybius.

There,

From all the harping throng If thou canst add the scorn, and shame, and pain,

Bursts the tumultuous song,

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Like the unceasing sounds of cataracts pouring i There was an infant play about thy chamber, Hosanna o'er Hosanna louder roaring.

And my pale cheek would smile and weep at once, That faintiy echoing down to earthly ears,

Gazing upon that almost orphan'd child. Hath seem'd the consort sweet of the harmonious Oh ! by its dear and precious memory, spheres.

I do beseech thee slay me first, and quick ly:
Beyond! ah, who is there

'Tis that my father may not see my death."

With that the headsman wip'd from his swarth With the white snowy air?

cheeks 'Tis he- 'ris he, the Son of Man appearing

A moisture like to tears. But she meanwhile
At the right-band of One,

On the cold block composed her head, and cross'd
The darkness of whose throne

Her hands upon her bosoin, that scarce heav'd, That sun-eyed Seraph Host behold with awe and She was to tranquil; cautious, lest her garmen fearing;

Sbould play the traitors to her modest care.
O’er him the rainbow springs,

And as the cold wind toucb'd her naked peck,
And spreads its emerald wings,

And fano'd away the few unbraided hairs, Down to the glassy sea bis loftiest seat o'er-arching.

Blushes o'erspread her face, and she look'd up Hark!-thunders from his throne, like steel-clad

As softly to reproach his tardiness : armies marching. The Christ! the Christ commands us to his home,

And some fell down upon their knees, some claspid

Their hands, enamour'd even to adoration Jesus, Redeemer, Lord, we come, we come, we come!

Of that balf-smiling face and bending form. The christians are then given into

Callias. But he--but hembe savage executioner.

Oficer. He trembled. the hands of the torturers, and their

Calllas. Ha ! God's blessing on his head ! various fates are related by officers who And the axe slid from out his palsied hand? enter for that purpose. Olybius awaits Officer. He gave it to another. in anxiety the effect which these scenes

Callias. And

Officer, It fell. are to produce on Margarita, and seem

Callias. I see it, ingly aware that he has placed her in a

I see it like the lightning flash. I see it, very perilous predicament.

And the blood bursts--my blood-my daughter's

blood! rangements certainly appear to have

Off-let me loose. been but loosely concerted, for a very

Office. Where goest thou ? simple circumstance disappoints his Callias. To the Christian, hopes, and plunges him in a state of To learn the faith in which my daughter died, distraction and remorse, under the in- And follow her as quickly as i may. fluence of which he renounces his pow The death of the lovely martyr is er and his ambition for ever. An offi- represented as effecting a sudden change cer enters amidst fearful shrieks, with in the feelings of the people, who join an aspect of ill omen :

the surviving christians in honouring Olybius.

Speak, and instantly, her remains; and the volume closes Or I will dash thee down, and trample from thee with a triumphal hymn, conceived in a Thy hideous secret.

high and sustained spirit of enthusiasm. Oficer.

It is nothing hideous'Tis but the enemy of our faith. She died

Mr. Milman may assure himself of Nobly in truth-but

a considerable addition to his well-earnCallias.

Dead ! she is not dead ! ed reputation from this performance. Thou liest! I have his oach-the Prefect's oath :

It is a stately, graceful, and vigorous I bad forgot it in my fears, but now

production; the offspring of very conI well remember, that she should not die. Faugh! who will crust in Gods and men like these ? siderable natural talents, refined and Olybius. Stave! slave! dost mock me? Better cultivated by industry and by art. 't were for thee

With much of the powers, he has none That this be false, than if thou 'dst found a treasure

of the eccentricities of genius; and To purchase kingdoms. Officer.

Hear me but a while. possesses, in as much perfection as She had beheld each sad and cruel death,

could be desired, the qualities which And if she shuddered, 'twas as one that strives

ought to distinguish the occupant of With nature's soft infirmity of pity, One look to heaven restoring all her calmness ;

that chair to which he has recently Save when that dastard did renounce his faith,

been appointed, and which he cannot And she shed tears for him. Then led they forth fail to fill with honour. The poet may Old Fabius. When a quick and sudden cry well profess to teach the theory of his of Callias, and a parting in the throng, Proclaim d her father's coming. Forth she sprang,

art, who can put it so beautifully into And elasp'd the frowning headsman's knees, and said, practice; and his opinions of the * Thou know'st ine,when thou laid'st on thy siek bed, works of others must deserve attention Christ sent me there to wipe thy burning browa when all voices unite to commend his 25 ATHENEUM VOL. 11.

own.

PETER KLAUS.

TAE LEGEND OF THE GOATHERD-RIP VAN WINKLE.

The following legend is offered to our readers, not only on the score of its intrinsic merit, but as being the undoubted source from which Geoffrey Crayon drew bis Rip Van Winkle.

This story of The Goatherd is to be found in Busching's Popular Tales, page 327, where it is followed by a second legend on the same subject ; both have reference to the celebrated Emperor Frederick Barbarossa, who, in fact, is the subject of many a winter's tale amongst the Germans, but all springing from one and the same source. According to this primal story, the Emperor once took refuge, with a party of his followers, in the Kyffhausen mountains, where he still lives, though under the influence of magic. Here he sits, with his friends, on a bench before a stone table, supporting his head on his hands, and in a state of apparent slumber. His red beard has grown through the table down to his feet, while his head nods and his eyes twinkle, as if he slept uneasily or were about to wake. At times this slumber is interrupted, but his naps are, for the most part, tolerably long, something about a hundred years duration. In his waking moments, he is supposed to be fond of music, and amongst the numerous tales to which his magic state has given rise, there is one of a party of musicians, who thought proper to treat him with a regular concert in his subterranean abode. Each was rewarded with a green bough, a mode of payment so offensive to their expectations, that upon their return to earth, all flung away his gifts, save one, and he kept the bough only as a memorial of the adventure, without the least suspicion of its value ; great, however, was his surprize, when, upon showing it to his wife, every leaf was changed into a golden dollar.

But even the first tale of the Emperor's prolonged slumber can hardly be deemed original ; and perhaps, to speak it fairly, is nothing more than a popular version of The Seven Sleepers, not a little disfigured by time and the peculiar superstitions of the country. It is, indeed, surprising how small a stock of original matter has sufficed for all the varieties of European legend ; the sources are remarkably few to him who has sufficient knowledge of the subject to follow up the various streams to their fountain head ; and it is a task which, if ably executed, might prove both curious and instructive.

PETER Klaus was a Goatherd of discover nothing. At last he heard above Sittendorf, and tended his flocks in the stamp and neighing of horses, from the Kyffhausen mountains ; here he whose mangers it was probable the oats was accustomed to let them rest every had fallen. evening in a mead surrounded by an Peter was yet standing in astonishold wall, while he made his muster of ment at the sound of horses in so unthem ; but for some days he had re- usual a place, when a boy appeared, marked that one of his finest goats al- who by signs, without speaking a word, ways disappeared some time after com- desired him to follow. Accordingly he ing to this spot, and did not join the ascended a few steps and passed over a flock till late : watching her more at- walled court into a hollow, closed in on tentively, he observed that she slipped all sides by lefty rocks, where a partial through an opening in the wall, upon twilight shot through the over-spreadwhich he crept after the animal, and ing foliage of the shrubs. Here, upon found her in a sort of cave, busily em a smooth, fresh lawn, he found twelve ployed in gleaning the oat-grains that knights playing gravely at nine-pins, dropped down singly from the roof.- and not one spoke a syllable; with He looked up, shook his ears amidst equal silence Peter was installed in the shower of corn that now fell down the office of setting up the nine-pins. upon him, but with all his enquiry could At first he performed this duty with

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knees that knocked against each other, tered the cottage through an opening as he now and then stole a partial look which had once been closed by a door; at the long beards and slashed doublets here too he found all so void and of the noble knights. By degrees, how- waste that he tottered out again at ever, custom gave him courage ; he ga- the back door as if intoxicated, and zed on every thing with firmer look, called his wife and children by their and at last even ventured to drink out names ; but none heard, none of a bowl that stood near him, from swered. which the wine exhaled a most delicious In a short time, women and children odour. The glowing juice made him thronged around the stranger with the feel as if re-animated, and whenever he long hoary beard, and all, as if for a found the least weariness, he again wager, joined in enquiring what he drew fresh vigour from the inexhaust- wanted. Before his own house to ask ible goblet.

Sleep at last overcame others after his wife, or children, or him.

even of himself, seemed so strange, Upon waking, Peter found himself that, to get rid of these querists, he in the very same enclosed mead where mentioned the first name that occurred he was wont to tell his herds. He rub- to him; “ Kurt Steffen ?” The byebed his eyes, but could see no sign either standers looked at each other in silence, of dog or goats, and was, besides, not till at last an old woman said ; “ Hé a little astonished at the high grass, has been in the churchyard these twelve and shrubs, and trees which he had years, and you'll not go there to-day. never before observed there. Not well“ Velten Meier ?” “ Heaven rest his knowing what to think, he continued soul !" replied an ancient dame, leanhis way over all the places that he had ing upon her crutch ; “ Heaven rest been accustomed to frequent with his his soul! He has lain these fifteen goats, but no where could he find any years in the house that he will never traces of them; below him he saw Sit- leave.tendorf, and, at length, with hasty steps The Goatherd shuddered, as in the he descended.

last speaker he recognised his neighThe people, whom he met before bour, who seemed to have suddenly the village, were all strangers to him ; grown old; but he had lost all desire they had not the dress of his acquaint- for farther question. At this moment, ance, nor yet did they exactly speak a brisk young woman pressed through their language, and, when he asked after the anxious gapers, carrying an infant his goats, all stared and touched their in her arms, and leading by the hand a chins. At last he did the same almost girl of about fourteen years old, all three involuntarily, and found his beard the very image of his wife. With inlengthened by a foot at least, upon which creasing surprise he asked her name : he began to conclude that himself and « Maria !”. -66 And your father's p» those about him were equally under –“ Peter Klaus! Heaven rest his soul! the influence of enchantment; still he It is now twenty years since we sought recognised the mountain he had de him day and night on the Kyffhausen scended, for the Kyffhausen ; the mountains, when his flock returned houses too, with their yards and gar- without him; I was then but seven dens, were all familiar to him, and to years old." the passing questions of a traveller, The Goatherd could contain himself several boys replied by the name of Sit- no longer ; "I am Peter Klaus," he tendorf.

cried, “I am Peter Klaus, and none With increasing doubt he now walk- else," and he snatched the child from ed through the village to his house : It his daughter's arms. All for a moment was much decayed, and before it lay a stood as if petrified, till at length one strange goatherd's boy in a ragged voice, and another, and another, exfrock, by whose side was a dog worn claimed, “ Yes, this is Peter Klaus ! lank by age, that growled and snarled Welcome, neighbour !Welcome after when he spoke to him. He then en- twenty years !"

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