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cess of delight and admiration, that drawn by Sir P. Sidney in his Arcadia; has disappointed the expectations of though when he wrote it is to be premany in the effect produced upon sumed, that the ancient stiff unnatural genius by ,the view of a soul-stirring style of gardening was in full vogue. scene. Burns was once conducted to a “ The back side of the house was neicataract of great grandeur, which he ther field, nor garden, nor orchard; or surveyed in silent wonder. He did not rather, it was both field, garden, and write verses upon it, as his friends ex- orchard; for as soone as the descendpected he would do, for he was over- ing of the staires had delivered them powered by the scene; to have done downe, they came into a place cunso he must have reflected; he could ningly set with trees of the most taste not, like a painter, do his work on the pleasing fruits; but scarcely they had spot by the use of his eyes and hands. taken that into their consideration, but The mind was powerless, as to compo- they were sordainely stept into a delisition, being confused with admiration. cate greene; of each side of the greene No man can write his feelings at such a thicket, and behind the thickets moments; there must be an interval againe new beds of flowers, which be for re-action, that imagination may acting under, the trees were to them a and embody its ideas with order and pavilion, and they to the trees a mosymmetry.

saicall floore. So that it seemed that The house was broken into angles; arte therein would needs be delightfull

, a part was erected upon arches, which by counterfeiting his enemie errour, and were continued terrace-fashion beyond making order in confusion. In the it on one side, and were covered with middest of all the place was a faire fine turf. A chapel with an antique pond, whose shaking chrystall was a tower of grey stone stood on the oppo- perfect mirror to all the other beauties, site side; the whole was backed with so that it bare show of two gardens lofty trees and dense but varied foliage, one in deed, the other in shadows." rising “ shade above shade," and re After walking over the shrubbery, flected darkly in the water. A shrub- brimful of delight, as I found myself, I bery and garden were situated close to could not help returning to the spot the building; and at a little distance, from whence I had first seen the house, surrounded by trees, was a green in- which became enveloped in deeper closure, in which a few sheep were shade as the twilight advanced. The feeding. Several swans floated proud- hollow bleating of cattle came sullenly ly along the smooth part of the river, upon the ear at intervals, from the leaving in their track, on the dark meadows and moors that lay northward water, a long stream of " dewy light.” along the banks of the river. These, The fall near the mill threw its foam and the sound of the gently dashing sparkling in the rays of the setting sun. water, were all that disturbed the stillWillows and limes were quivering in ness; for no voice was heard. The reflection among the agitated water, bat too flitted across the shade, beneath while the shore on which the house the close and lofty trees, impatient for stood was wrapped in that deep warm a darker hour. Several ladies came hue which distinguishes the shade at out of the house, and moving along the hour of sunset. Retracing my steps among the trees and shrubs, disappear across the Avon, I 'entered the shrub- ed behind the clumps of foliage, their bery by a door in a low wall, which I white dresses rendering them indis found open, and soon reached the back tinctly visible amid the gloom. It was part of the house, or what some might one of those moments when a “ pleascall the back front, looking down on ing fit of melancholy" comes over the an avenue of lofty fir and cedar trees mind, and we begin to recall “ by-gone towards the turnpike road, from which times and forms of those we once loved a stranger could have had no idea of and reverenced that now live no more. the scenery next the water. The tout I drew out my watch instinctively ; its ensemble foreibly recalled the truly former possessor was in the grave. ! English picture of a pleasure-ground gazed upon the monitor of time, and

court amour,

could not help reflecting of how little ficial appearance of every thing; the account in duration is the existence of idea of seclusion and comfort, and all a mortal, when even its most trifling that is truly English in character. appendages outlive it. I thought too There, indeed, one might expect to find upon her who gave me being, and al- a “ Cynosure of neighbouring eyes;" most fancied that she stood before me, for where is beauty so interesting as in smiling with all a mother's tenderness. such a retreat ?--surely not in I thought too --- but here I must talk no more of my reverie.

Mixt dance, or wanton mask, or midnight ball." The charm of English scenery is Amid such scenery the heart is always predominant at Guy's Cliff'; poor in- on the lips, and female loveliness, so deed is the pomp of palaces to such a “imparadised,” allures in its most beretreat. The air of antiquity about it witching manner. Retirements like is, however, less impressive than around these are gems studding the green face some buildings of a more recent date. of our island ; and while other lands But all the accompaniments of our best may boast of finer cities, more splendid rural beauty are there-foaming water, temples, and palaces far nobler than and that which is dark and still; thick ours, we outshine the world in the shades; a total exclusion of foreign ob- graceful, virtuous, comfortable characjects ;* depth of green colour in the ter of our sequestered villas and counverdure; the gothic tower; the inarti- try scenery.

V.

THK RENEGADE. A ROMANCE.

Continued. [The princess has another interview with Clodomir, when the prince, in a transAlaor, who thus relates the incidents of the port of indignation, sprang from the life of the Renegade.]

royal litter, on which the queen and THERRI III. reigned in France, her children had been conveyed to the

which, having been considerably gates of Paris. He seized a sword ; it aggrandized by the victories and con- was that of Thierri, and pierced the quests of Charles Martel, enjoyed pro- heart of the execrable murderer. The found peace. While, however, the young prince rallied the courage of his Maire du Palais was pursuing his career followers, but, overpowered by numof glory, the French monarch died of bers, he fell amidst his defenders, and poison, and the infamous Geoffroi, aid- his eyes seemed to be closed for ever. ed by his perfidious troops, possessed But Clodomir was not doomed to himself of the crown and the preroga- perish in obscurity. On recovering he tives of royalty. The queen, who was found himself stretched on a bed of at a chateau, some distance from the straw beneath the humble roof of indieapital (with Prince Clodomir, then gence. A faithful soldier had rescued fifteen years of age, and the infant him from the combat, and escaping Princess Elfrida) on being informed of throngh the woods, saved him from his the death of Thierri, hastily proceeded pursuers. A cottage, in a valley of to Paris, accompanied by the princess. Ardennes, was now the asylum of the Bat, alas ! the gates of the palace were heir of the throne of France, and Cluelosed against her, and the usurper domir, concealing his rank and birth pronounced sentence of death on the under the assumed name of Astolphe, widow of Thierri. An assassin ad- was represented as the child of the vanced, and after plunging his dagger soldier, the son of the generous Faldis. into the bosom of the queen, stabbed Meanwhile Geoffroi proclaimed the the young princess Elfrida, and was death of the queen and her two chilabout to lay his murderous hands on dren, and the existence of the young

Except Blacklow Hill close by, on which an inscription records, that Piers Gaveston, Earl of Corowall, was beheaded in 1311, and which adds greatly to the interest of the view

43 ATHENEUM VOL. 11.

prince was known only to the usurper royal authority. Insulted by the guards and some of his attendants. Astolphe of the conqueror, and disregarded by was now a shepherd of the valley of the multitude, Astolphe and his two Polmeran, and months and years suc- friends were unable to gain an audience. ceeded each other without producing Faldis had, however, recognized seveany change in his situation. Faldis, ral of his old commanders among the who still hoped for the return of Charles royal troops. He shewed them the Martel, and the defeat and death of sword of Thierri, and revealed to them Geoffroi, inspired his charge with the the secrets of Clodomir. A report soon noble pride of his ancestors, and kept spread that the heir of the French alive his hope of recovering the sceptre. throne was still living, and that he had The old soldier had a son and daughter appeared to claim his lawful rights. A named Turial and Anathilde. Turial violent agitation prevailed among the adored Clodomir, and being acquainted people, and Charles Martel issued an with his illustrious origin, he was ready order for the arrest of Astolphe, whom to sacrifice his life for his prince. Ana- he styled the false Clodomir. thilde, simple as the rose of the valley, A numerous party now joined the was ignorant of the secret of Clodomir. young prince. His banner waved beHe whom she supposed to be a shep- fore the gates of Paris, and fortune herd, occupied all her thoughts, and seemed to smile on the descendant of her heart became susceptible to love. Clovis. But Charles Martel, issuing The son of Thierri, who in his turn from his capital, followed by his dewas ardently attached to the daughter voted guards, impetuously attacked the of his preserver, did not disguise bis troops of Clodomir. In vain did the sentiments. He wished that Anathilde prince, by prodigies of valour, justify should be his bride, and the remon- his rash enterprise, and prove his exstrances of the old soldier were inef- alted origin. His party was cut to fectual. Astolphe owed his life to Fal- pieces, and usurpation was once more dis, and his love for the daughter rose triumphant. It was then that the unout of his gratitude for the father. The fortunate Clodomir, recollecting the news of an important event now reach- tragical fate of his family, and beholded the valley of Polmeran. The longing on every side the triumph of crime, wished-for day had at length arrived. treason and injustice, raised his eyes to Charles Martel returned to Paris and heaven, and for the first time doubted completely defeated the troops of the the existence of a God. The prince usurper. The conqueror entered the saw the noble and generous Faldis fall French capital, and decreed the death dead at his feet. Frantic, and unconof the regicide. Faldis had carefully scious of what he did, Clodomir rushed preserved the sword of Thierri, which amidst his assailants, and dealt deadly Clodomir bad seized after the murder blows on all around him, not from the of the queen : the mark of the wound desire of vengeance, but from the imon his breast which the prince had re- pulse of despair. Suddenly dragged by ceived from the Algerine pirates when force from the enemy's ranks, he was an infant, and the ring of the princess conducted to the river side, where a Ezilda, were undeniable proofs of his boat was in readiness to receive him, identity. Faldis, Astolphe and Turial and he had gained the opposite shore bade adieu to Anathilde, and quitting ere Charles Martel perceived his estheir peaceful abode, hastened to Paris. cape. He by degrees recovered his But alas, how vain were their hopes ! reason. Glory, hope, honour, no longer -Charles Martel had indeed subdued surrounded him; but friendship still reGeoffroi, had avenged the murder of mained-Turial was beside him. Havthe king and queen; but in his heart ing traversed a thick forest, the prince he secretly rejoiced at the extinction of and his companion discovered at a disthe royal race. The supposed death tance a hospitable convent. Clodomir of Clodomir smoothed his way to the was exhausted with fatigue and privathrone, and he only waited a favourable tion. Turial saw but one resource, it opportunity to possess himself of the

was dangerous, but the prince was un

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able to proceed farther, and the emis- Martel, and they speedily joined the saries of Charles Martel were perhaps French camp. Asier many inquiries, pursuing him. He no longer hesitated; they learned that a young female was he hastily advanced to the gate of the confined in a solitary castle on the convent, and having obtained a private shore of the Atlantic, and that Charles interview with the abbot, he discovered Martel frequently visited the mysterito him the secrets and misfortunes of ous retreat. One evening, disguised as Clodomir, and confided the prince to French knights, they introduced themthe generosity of the minister of Heaven. selves into the castle as messengers

Soldier, said the Abbot of Saint Vau- from head-quarters, and having shewn drille) convey your friend hither. the royal arms on the sword of Thierri, Whether he be Clodomir or not, if he they produced a pretended order from take refuge in this convent, I will be Charles, directing the guards of the responsible for his safety: not all the castle to send Anatbilde immediately to power of Charles Martel can reach the camp under their escort. Ana him in this inviolable sanctuary.' These thilde proceeded to the armory, where words were consolatory, and yet Tu- her lover and brother were waiting to rial shuddered as though the abbot had receive her; her gaolers withdrew ; pronounced a sentence of death. He Turial raised his vizor, and Astolphe endeavoured to express his grati- threw himself at her feet. For some tude ; but the words died on his lips. moments they were unable to find

[These fears are justified by the result; words to express their sentiments; but, the abbot holds him captive, and endeavé alas ! another stroke of fate awaited ours to force on him the monastic habit. them. He is dragged to the altar, when suddenly

The door of the armory suddenly drawing from beneath his robe the royal sword of Thierri, he plunged it into the opened, and Charles Martel appeared, heart of the abbot, and rushing through the accompanied by three knights. throng of terrified monks, with the bloody sumptuous soldier, who art thou ?" exsword in his hand, he appeared to be borne claimed Charles. on the invisible wings of an exterminating

Thy monarch ; angel. He crossed the chapel, the galleries usurper, defend thy life ! was the reand the court-yard, and at length reached a ply. A dreadful conflict ensued, in private gate of the monastery, which opened which Clodomir evinced heroic intreon an extensive forest. Here one of the pidity. Two of his adversaries alvictim fell beneath the sword of Clodomir; ready lay dead at his feet; and Charles but he was now without the walls of the Martel was himself on the point of beconvent and had recovered his liberty. The ing subdued, when the third knight,who prince pursued his impetuous course through was already severely wounded, fled to the forest. He cast his eyes on his sword,

a balcony which opened on a vast terand he shuddered to behold the blade which was died with gore.-He meets Turial, who

race overlooking the sea. Anathilde had watched for him, and, disguised io pil was there-he seized the daughter of grims' cloaks, the prince and his friend a: Faldis, and turning to Clodomir, Thou length arrived within sight of a long chain shalt not enjoy thy triumph ! he exof the Ardennes, wbich had in the mean time been desolated by Charles Martel.]

claimed, and immediately precipitated Anathilde was no longer at Poloeran. his detenceless victim into the waves. Turial was received by the friend to

- Meanwhile the tumult had alarmed whom Faldis on his departure bad in- the guards. The two friends were surtrusted the care of his daughter. The rounded on every side. Turial was young soldier learned that, the French still fighting valiantly, when a traitor army having halted in the valley, rushed forward and plunged a dagger Charles Martel became captivated by into his heart; he staggered and fell, the beauty of Anathilde, and that the and with his last breath pronounced conqueror bad forcibly carried her from the name of his beloved Astolphe. her home. This news was a thunder What a spectacle for the prince ! bolt to the friends ; but, defying the On the one hand the remains of a difficulties and fatigues of the journey, murdered friend, and on the other a they followed the course which had mistress floating on the waves of the been taken by the army of Chules occan. I'rantiç with despair, he cut

his way through the midst of his ene- Athim detailed his plans of conquest mies, and rushing to the balcony, he in and glory : he burned with the desire a moment plunged into the sea, fesolved of ravaging the plains of Gaul. The to share the grave of his adored." unfortunate Prince, who had become

[They escape to a raft, and are driven to the enemy of the human race, and parsea, bui Adatbilde perishes in sight of a ve- ticularly of the French people, now

The agony and despair of Clodomir are for thought only of battles, massacres and cibly painted: their result is infidelity and devastations. All the force of his desapostacy.]

pair, all the fury of his vengeance, were A Mussulman, one of the chiefs of directed against Charles Martel. He the ship's crew, first stepped on board expressed bis determination to inlist the raft. Young man, (said he) you under the banner of Mahomet. His appear overwhelmed with sorrow; but enthusiastic language, his bold resoluremember that every misfortune has an tion, and his thirst for revenge, delightend: a God'— A God, (interrupted ed the African chief, and he himself the prince, in a transport of fury,) promised to present the prince to Abthere is no God! The universe is but deram. a mass of disorder, the world a mere They landed in Spain, and the son chaos of horror and misery, and man of Thierri, concealing his birth and his the production of darkness and chance!' rank under the name of Agobar, was Convinced that excess of grief had de- conducted to the caliph. “Young man, prived him of reason, the Mussulmans (said Abderam,) I am informed, that conveyed him on board the vessel in having been exiled from Gaul, you hate spite of his resistance. Every mark of your country and wish to adopt anothcare and attention that humanity could er; but I cannot receive a Christian suggest was bestowed on him with suc- among the warriors of Mabomet. Do

The life of Clodomir was not you consent to renounce your faith, yet near its close; but gloomy apathy and wear the turban of the prophet and calm insensibility were painted on -Potent caliph, (replied Agobar,) I his countenance.

wish to fight and to serve you. Jupiter The vessel, which was bound for or Jehovah, Mahomet or Christ, what Iberia, was commanded by Athim, an signifies the choice of a name! The African warrior, celebrated for his helmet or the turban, the crescent or valiant exploits. Abderam, who was the crucifix, all these toys are equal in then Caliph in Spain, was raising an my estimation ! Pleased with the army to reinforce the Saracens in Gaul, boldness of his replies, and the veheand having heard of the achievements mence of his passions, Abderam no of Athim, he invited him to Spain for longer hesitated. Such a character the purpose of placing him at the head suited the barbarians of Iberia. Agoof his intrepid Moors. During the te- bar bound the turban on bis brow, and dious hours of the voyage, Clodomir descending the Pyrenees, the Renegade heard the heroic language which the soon appeared like a meteor in OcciAfrican chief addressed to the Arabs. tania.

cess.

A VOICE FROM ST. HELENA.* THIS is the title of a work on we have Napoleon in familiar inter

Buonaparte, far more interesting course with us, giving accurate, or, a! than any that has preceded it, to those least, striking portraits of his contemwho would know the real character of poraries, from the revolution down to this extraordinary being. It shows him the battle of Waterloo ; reading lecto us in his private life, in those mo- tures on the political state of England; ments when the Emperor is lost in the and speaking of his own actions as if man, when the actor is off the stage: they belonged to other times. In such

This work is still in the press. Our account is received from a friend, who, by favour of the publishers, bas had access to the proof sbeets of the first roluge.

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