Went hand in hand with Science; And there we joined them : then the otherwhere

maiden Aunt Pure sport : a herd of boys with clamor | Took this fair day for text, and from it bowl'd

preach'd And stump'd the wicket; babies rollid | An universal culture for the crowd, about

And all things great, but we, unLike tumbled fruit in grass ; and men worthier, told and maids

Of College: he had climb'd across the Arranged a country dance, and flew | spikes, thro' light

And he had squeezed himself betwixt And shadow, while the twangling the bars,

And he had breathed the Proctor's Struck up with Soldier-laddie, and dogs : and one overhead

Discuss'd his tutor, rough to common The broad ambrosial aisles of lofty men, lime

But honeying at the whisper of a lord; Made noise with bees and breeze from And one the Master, as a rogue in end to end.


Veneer'd with sanctimonious theory. Strange was the sight and smacking of the time;

But while they talk'd, above their And long we gazed, but satiated at heads I saw length

The feudal warrior lady-clad; which Came to the ruins. High-arch'd and brought ivy-claspt,

My look to mind : and opening this I Of finest Gothic lighter than a fire,

read Thro' one wide chasm of time and frost Of old Sir Ralph a page or two that they gave

rang The park, the crowd, the house ; but with tilt and tourney; then the tale of all within

her The sward was trim as any garden That drove her foes with slaughter lawn :

from her walls, And here we lit on Aunt Elizabeth, And much I praised her nobleness, And Lilia with the rest, and lady

and “ Where." friends

Ask d Walter, patting Lilia's head From neighbor seats: and there was (she lay Ralph himself,

Beside him) “ lives there such a woA broken statue propt against the man now?"


As gay as any Lilia wild with sport, Quick answer'd Lilia, “ There are Half child, half woman as she was, had thousands now wound

Such women, but convention beats A scarf of orange round the stony them down: helm,

It is but bringing up; no more than And robed the shoulders in a rosy silk. that: That made the old warrior from his | You men have done it: how I hate ivied nook

you all! Glow like a sunbeam: near his tomb a Ah! were I something great! I wish I feast

were Shone, silver-set; about it lay the Some mighty poetess, I would shame guests,

you then,


· That love to keep us children! 01 They lost their weeks; they vext the wish

souls of deans ; That I were some great Princess, I They rode; they betted; made a hun. would build

'dred friends, Far off from men a college like a And caught the blossom of the flying man's,

terms, And I would teach them all that men But miss'd the mignonette of Vivianare taught :

place, We are twice as quick!” And here | The little hearth-flower Lilia. Thus he she shook aside


part affection. The hand that play'd the patron with her curls.

“True,” she said,

“We doubt not that. O yes, you And one said smiling, “ Pretty were

miss'd us much. the sight

I'll stake my ruby ring upon it you If our old halls could change their sex,

did.” and flaunt With prudes for proctors, dowagers for deans,

She held it out; and as a parrot And sweet girl-graduates in their turns golden hair.

Up thro' gilt wires a crafty loving eye, I think they should not wear our rusty

And takes a lady's finger with all care. gowns,

And bites it for true heart and not for But move as rich as Emperor-moths or

harm, Ralph

So he with Lilia's. Daintily she Who shines so in the corner; yet I shriek'd fear,

And wrung it. “Doubt my word If there were many Lilias in the brood, again !” he said. However deep you might embower the

“Come, listen ! here is proof that you nest

were miss'd: : Some boy would spy it.”

We seven stay'd at Christmas up to At this upon the sward read, She tapt her tiny silken-sandal'd foot : | And there we took one tutor as to “That's your light way: but I would

read : make it death

The hard-grain’d Muses of the cube and For any male thing but to peep at us.'


Were out of season : never man, I Petulant she spoke, and at herself think, she laugh’d;

So moulder'd in a sinecure as he: A rose-bud set with little wilful tirorns, For while our cloisters echo'd frosty And sweet as English air could make feet, her, she :

And our long walks were stript as bare But Walter hail'd a score of names as brooms,

{all upon her,

We did but talk you over, pledge you And * petty Ogress,” and “ ungrateful In wassail : often, like as many girls, Puss,"

Sick for the hollies and the yews of And swore he long’d at College, only homelong'd,

As many little trifling Lilias-play'd All else was well, for she-society. Charades and riddles as at Christmas They boated and they cricketed; they here, talk'd

And what's my thought and when and At winc, in clubs, of art, of politics; whir and how,

And often told a tale from mouth to “And make her some great Princess, mouth

six feet high, As here at Christmas.”

Grand, epic, homicidal ; and be you She remember'd that : The Prince to win her!” A pleasant game, she thought: she

“Then follow me, the Prince," liked it more

I answer'd, “ each be hero in his turn ! Than magic music, forfeits, all the Seven and yet one, like shadows in a rest.

dream.But these—what kind of tales did men | Heroic seems our Princess as retell men,

quired — She wonder'd, by themselves ?

But something made to suit with Time

A half-disdain and place, Perch'd on the pouted blossom of her | A Gothic ruin and a Grecian house, lips :

A talk of college and of ladies' rights, And Walter nodded at me; " He | A feudal knight in silken masquerade, began,

And, yonder, shrieks and strange exThe rest would follow, each in turn; periments and so

For which the good Sir Ralph had We forged a sevenfold story. Kind? burnt them allwhat kind ?

This were a medley! we should have Chimeras, crotchets, Christmas sole him back cisms,

Who told the 'Winter's tale' to do it Seven-headed monsters only made to for us. kill

No matter: we will say whatever Time by the fire in winter.”

comes. “Kill him now, | And let the ladies sing us, if they will, The tyrant! kill him in the summer | Fror time to time, some ballad or a too,”

song Said Lilia; “Why not now," the To give us breathing.space.” maiden Aunt.

So I began, “ Why not a summer's as a winter's | And the rest follow'd : and the women tale ?

sang A tale for summer as befits the time, Between the rougher voices of the And something it should be to suit the men, place,

Like linnets in the pauses of the wind : Heroic, for a hero lies beneath, | And here I give the story and the Grave, solemn!"

songs. Walter warp'd his mouth at this To something so mock-solemn, that I laugh'd

[mirth And Liliu woke with sudden-shrilling

A PRINCE I was, blue-eyed, and fair in And echo like a ghostly woodpecker, Hid in the ruins; till the maiden Aunt

Of temper amorous, as the first of May, (A little sense of wrong had touch'd

With lengths of yellow ringlet, like a

girl, her face With color) turn'd to me with “ As

For on my cradle shone the Northern you will;

star. Heroic if you will, or what you will, There lived an ancient legend in our Or be yourself your hero if you will." house. “Take Lilia, then, for heroine,” | Some sorcerer, whom a far-off grandclamor'd he,

sire burnt


Because he cast no shadow, had fore. At eight years old ; and still from time told,

to time Dying, that none of all our blood Came murmurs of her beauty from the should know

South, The shadow from the substance, and And of her brethren, youths of puisthat one

sance; Should come to fight with shadows and And still í wore her picture by my to fall.

heart, For so, my mother said, the story ran. And one dark ress; and all around And, truly, waking dreams were, more them both or less,

Sweet thoughts would swarm as bees An old and strange affection of the about their queen. house.

But when the «lays drew nigh that I Myself too had weird seizures, Heaven

should wed, knows what :

My father sent ainbassadors with furs On a sudden in the midst of men and

And jewels, gifts, to fetch her: these dar,

brought back And while I walk'd and talk'd as here.

present, a great labor of the loom ; tofore, I seem'd to move among a world of

And therewithal an answer vague as

wind : ghosts,

Besides, they saw the king; he took And feel myself the shadow of a dream.

the gifts ; Our great court-Galen poised his gilt.

Ile said there was a compact ; that was head cane.

true : And paw'd his beard, and mutier'd

But then she had a will; was he to "catalepsy."

blame? My mother pitying made a thousand And maiden fancies ; loved to live prayers;

alone My mother was as mild as any saint, Hálf-canonized by all that look'd on

| Among her women ; certain, would

not wed. her, So graciou; was her tact and tender

That morning in the presence room ness;

I stood But my good father thought a king a With Cyril and with Florian, my two king ;

friends : He cared not for the affection of the

The first, a gentlemın of broken means house ;

(His father's fault' but given to starts He held his sceptre like a pedant's

and bursts wand

| Of revel; and the list, my other heart, To lash offence, and with long arms | And almost my half-self, for stili we and hands

moved Reach'd out, and pick'd offenders from

Together, twinn'd as horse's ear and the mass

eye, For judgment.

Now, while they spake, I saw my Now it chanced that I had been, father's face While life was yet in bud and blade, Grow long and troi bled like a rising betroth'd

inoon, To one, a neighboring Princess : she Inflamed with wrath: he started on his to me

feet, Was proxy-wedded with a bootless Tore the king's letter, snow'd it down, calf

and rent

The wonder of the loom thro' warp But when the council broke, I rose and woof

and past From skirt to skirt; and at the last he Thro' the wild woods that hung about sware

the town; That he would send a hundred thou- Found a still place, and pluck'd her sand men,

likeness out; And bring her in a whirlwind; then he Laid it on flowers, and watch'd it lying chew'd

bathed The thrice-turn'd cud of wrath, and in the green gleam of dewy-tassell’d cook'd his spleen,

trees: Communing with his captains of the What were those fancies ? wherefore war.

break her troth? At last I spoke. “My father, let me Proud look'd the lips; but while I go.

meditated It cannot be but some gross error lies A wind arose and rush'd upon the In this report, this answer of a king, I South, Whom all men rate as kind and hos- And shook the songs, the whispers, and pitable :

the shrieks Or, maybe, I myself, my bride once Of the wild woods together; and a seen,

Voice Whate'er my grief to find her less than Went with it, “ Follow, follow, thou fame,

shalt win.” May rue the bargain made.” And|

Then, ere the silver sickle of that Florian said : I have a sister at the foreign court,



Became her golden shield, I stole from Who moves about the Princess; she With

Princess; she | With Cyril and with Florian, unperyou know, Who wedded with a nobleman from


Cat-footed thro' the town and half in thence :

dread He, dying lately, left her, as I hear, The lady of three castles, in that land i l'

To hear my father's ciamor at our Thro’ her this matter might be sifted With Ho! from some bay-window

backs clean.” And Cyril whisper'd: “Take me with

shake the night;


But all was quiet: from the bastion's you too." Then laughing “what, if these weird

Like threaded spiders, one by one, we seizures come

dropt, Upon you in those lands, and no one. And flying reach'd the frontier; then

we crost near To point you out the shadow from the

rom the To a livelier land; and so by tilth and truth!

grange, Take me; I'll serve you better in al?

better in And vines, and blowing bosks of wil

derness, strait; I grate on rusty hinges here:” but

ere, but we gain’d the mother-city thick with “No!

towers, Roar'd the rough king, “ you shall not ;

And in the imperial palace found the we ourself

king. Will crush her pretty maiden fancies His name was Gama; crack'd and dead

small his voice, In iron gauntlets: break the cour: But bland the smile that like a wrink

ling wind


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