With warning gesture, and repellent hand "Hold! speak! whence comeft thou ?” And he, "From exile, where I've wandered long, "The hour has come. The cry of her despair "Her children gather in the cloister's gloom, To him the Vila, "Back! She needs thee not. "And placed thee on her throne, and did entrust To thee her dear, her new-found liberty, When from her breaft fierce Ofman's race was thrust, And she erect ftood, free. "And when returned again that hated race, "The land thou haft forfaken thee forfakes; And he, with blush upon his visage wan, "I would but follow where her chieftain leads; I would but bleed befide the meaneft man For Servia that bleeds; "I would for Servia but ftrike one blow- And fhe, with calm and measured utterance, Shall never in the honoured ranks advance "No foe fhall fink thy recreant hand beneath; "No battle-field shall see thee part with life— And he, in humbleness, “So let it be ! And thou, oh Servia, back unto thy breastThough in thy forrow I did from thee fleeWilt take this head to reft." Then fhe, in tones that through his bofom went, "No; from thy country's breast it shall be torn, And to the foeman's capital be fent A trophy and a fcorn!" And he, in voice unchanged, "So let it be! And more, if I by fuffering may atone For my great finning, Servia, to thee From me shall rife no moan." Then fhe, in tones confoling, foft and low; "Pass to thy country and refign thy breath; Pass, and lay down the burthen of thy woe; Pass, foldier, to thy death— "As true as he who in the battle bleeds: Yea, thou art worthy of thy country yet! And she will cherish all thy noble deeds, "And fhe fhall be a nation, happy, free Though long the struggle ere the prize be wonAnd she shall give, for memory of thee, Her crown unto thy son. "Pafs, chofen of the people, patriot chief; La Dame Abonde. "And Joan of Arc, A light of ancient France." La Dame Abonde was the Queen of Fées. Her chofen places of abode were the forests of Lorrainethose mighty forests that, themselves unchanged, had witneffed the mutations of centuries-the huntinggrounds of the grand old Carlovingian Kings. The duties of the Fées were numerous and important; extending from the protection of the humbleft floweret to infpiring the thoughts and prompting the actions (through the medium of dreams) of thofe who worked out the deftinies of the nation. And never did Fée whisper word in the dreaming ear of mortal fo eventful in its refults, as when their Queen bade the young shepherdess of Domremy repair to the Fairy Fountain, beneath the Fairy Tree, on the outskirts of the forest of Lorraine, there to be shown how she |