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obedient and grateful, seeing that others fare worse.

Henry. If my ear is frost-bitten, your worship's toe may be frost-bitten off and never cure me.

Wolfgang. Be comforted and satisfied. The outlawry of thy son Arnold is reversed, on payment of a slender fine for the proclamation of it, and of another for its annulment, not much heavier. We have fresh accusations against him, which our clemency will not bring forward unless he trespass in future.

Henry. Of what offence is the boy accused ?

Wolfgang. Of the seditious song he was heard to sing last winter, which he is known to have composed. We have three witnesses, who will declare upon their consciences that they believe by eagle he means the emperor our lord ; by hooknosed wolf, the arch-chancellor; by dozing bear, the metropolitan. I say nothing of the squirrel, and the uncurling of her tail: no action might lie: but court ladies, wnen they relax a little of their coldness and severity, are still to be treated with deference and respect.

Henry. Upon my faith, Sir Wolfgang, I know nothing of the matter: if ever I heard the verses I have clean forgotten them.

Wolfgang. Anastasius Griffenhoof! read aloud those seditious rhymes marked Z.

Storm Morgarten's larch-plumed crest,
Search the sun-eyed eagle's nest,
Tear from hook-nosed wolf his prey,
Drag the dozing bear to day,
O'er the forest shout the deer ..
Dogs and men have voices here.
Freedom here shall make his stand,
Happy, happy, Switzerland !

You whose pliant legs with ease
Clasp and win the tallest trees,
Swarm the flat-bead tawny pine,
Bring, a gift to Adeline,
Squirrel roll'd into a ball,
Squirrel, young, nest, nuts, and all.
While her balmy breath she blows
In the grandam's icy nose,
See the tail, it quits the chin,
Feel the heart, it thaws within.
Show her what her touch can do ..
Ask but half as much for you.

Give me rather men of proof
(What say you?) than wall and roof;
Rather than a talc-paved floor,
Pine-dust bin and iron door.
I have always seen that liquor
Runs, like us, in youth the quicker,
And that rarely older juice
Sparkles forth from hand profuse.
Here for absent friends is plenty ..
Toast them all .. and then some twenty
Pretty girls . . your Hal, 'tis said:
Father, do not shake thy head.
Though of thirty I had heard,
I would never say a word.

Pour the mead for those who stay,
Wormwood for who slink away.
What! my friends! ye drink no more?
Then the day indeed is o'er !
Whiter than a marriage shift
See the window! still they drift
By the thousand flake on flake ..
Each his road might well mistake,
And the soberest foot must trip,
For the tricks of snow are deep.
Brunn shall pitch upon his skull,
Glendorp scoop his girdle-full,
Pliffer, Borgardt, Sprengel, Grim,
Lose a cap or break a limb,
And the northern maidens smother
In their feathers one or other.
Things ye never meet by day,
Tbings at night ye wish away,
Some in linen, some in fur,
Some that moan and some that purr,
Wander almost everywhere,
But have never enter'd here.
They are out upon the snow,
Scattering it with naked toe;
Ye shall hear them through the wild
Cry like hungry kid or child.
These are they, the wiser think,
Who spite most the sons of drink,
And who leave them on the waste
With their faces pale as paste.

Thessinger, sit still . . be bolder ..
Squint not over that left shoulder:
I could tell of many fiercer,
But, I warrant, none are here, sir.
Some that neigh, and bray, and rattle
Like the horns of fighting cattle,
Or like (over stones) the log
of the truant shepherd-dog.
Some, but most in summer these,
Shaking under shaking trees,
(My heart too is now afraid)
One-half priest, and one-half maid !

Sleep before the hearth to-night,
Still the stouter sticks are bright,
And the stump will burn till light.

Back, my hounds .. give us our turn
Shake, lads, shake the matted fern.
If the curs have left unsweet
(As may hap) your russet sheet,
Strew a little tansey on it,
Or but tuck it in the bonnet,
Hanging just below your nose ..

So, gay dreams and sound repose !
Wolfgang. Call Abraham Konig and Rehoboam

Usher. Behold them, sir !

Wolfgang. Abraham Konig, you shall well and truly . . you know the rest. What is your belief on the words “ Hanging just below the nose," applied to rue ?

Fishers ! leave the spangled trout, And the pike with pitcher snout, Whisker'd carp and green-coat tench .. Who for these his shoes would drench ? For the otter they were meant, Or the saints of lanky Lent. Stars are swinging in the lake, Come, our heartier fare partake. Home again! the chimney's blaze Melts our toils and crowns our days. Hal of Melctal has in store Seventy full kegs and more. He who grudges one of these Is less liberal than his bees, Or his flowers and flowering trees. Hal could live without old wine, But without old friends would pine. Where old wine is, there the cellar Of that safe and sound indweller May be very good, which he Who con fines it can not be.

Konig. It appears to me ..

thy son's outlawry and to commute thy own senWolfgang. In other words, you are firmly per- tence: at the same time I am also commanded to suaded.

denounce unto thee, that, if ever thou seest thy Konig. Yes, as your Honour commanded me, I son again, thou be deprived of eye-sight. am firmly persuaded that rue means bitterness Henry. I am deprived of eye-sight if I do not and reviling and threat ; for we say, as your see him. Of sun and snows we have seen cnough Honour said, you shall rue such and such a thing: at seventy. Ho! Arnold! Arnold! help! And then, as your Honour remarked, just below Arnold. Father! who hurts thee? who threatens the nose is the mouth, so that this reviling and bit-thee? Off, gentlemen! Off, strangers ! Off, terness and threat must hang about their mouths. soldiers ! Slaves, miscreants, Austrians, stand off.

Wolfgang. Rehoboam Storck! are you likewise Wolfgang. Murder in my presence ! firmly persuaded of the same ?

Henry. They bleed all five under thy yew-stick Storck. I am.

one is dying .. I was faint: I am not so Wolfgang. And what do you believe is meant now: fly, in the name of God! Again, I pray by the dogs being kicked up from the hearth, as thee, Arnold, if thou lovest thy father, go! begone; having an ill scent?

I command thee. Storck. I do firmly believe that the meaning is, Arnold. O God! I heard thy name and was what your Honour ordered me to consider and disobedient : my father has commanded and I deliver, namely, saving your Honour's presence, obey . . forgive me, O my God! that the higher magistrates were meant thereby, Wolfgang. Seize him, the traitor. Dastards . . who have indeed an ill savour in the country, and but perhaps it may be better to catch him anywho were to be traitorously and violently dispos- where else. Who would have thought it! fair as sessed of their warm places, and that they were to morning, ardent as noon, and terrible as midrue their misdeeds.

night on the shoals. Thou at least canst not run Wolfgang. What misdeeds, carrion! Proceed; so fast. what dost understand by the bitter herb being Henry. I hope I can not. tucked just under the nose ?

Wolfgang. Anastasius! call the priest Reginald Storck. Hemp, mayhap.

Grot to strengthen him with admonition, and Wolfgang. How, idiot !

Sigismund Lockhart the greffier to translate the Storck. Your Honour has confounded me. sentence into the vulgar tongue; and to read it Wolfgang. The devil confound thee!

before the people, in the name of his Apostolic Storck. Verily I think he hath done so. Majesty the Emperor and King, Albert, by the Wolfgang. What is under the nose ?

grace of God, et cetera ; and in the public square Storck. The neck.

to provide that the sentence be well and duly Wolfgang. Thou dolt !

executed, forth with. Storck. The teeth, in young folks.

Henry. Send also for the great man Gessler : Wolfgang. I could flay thee alive. But one tell him to come and see a sight: he has not witness who sweareth stoutly to the citation of many more such to see. Welcome good Reginald! uell and truly, is enough : I called another for welcome too, my worthy master Lockhart ! Come, form's sake.

thy band sits well enough, let it rest; begin. Usher. Sir .. in your Honour's ear, if so it Lockhart. The instrument must be translated ; please you. If you read the verse again, you will a good hour's labour yet, to the ablest clerk. find the word not to be rue, but tansey.

Henry. Reginald ! thou pressest my hand, and Wolfgang. Hush, idler! Judges are no botanists sayest nothing. Dost thou turn thy back upon .. look again.

me? is this thy comfort ? Usher. Of a truth, the written word is tansey. Reginald. There is a Comforter who has given

Wolfgang. The erased word, I uphold it, was thee strength, and taken mine from me: keep it, rue. Rehoboam Storck! did not this same libellous good old man: do my tears hurt thee? and most seditious man, Arnold, son of Henry of Henry. They do indeed : go home : blessed Melctal, call thee a felon? not having proven soul! I never knew thy temper until now. Many thee such.

have turned away from me before, but none to Storck. He did.

hide their compassion at my sufferings. What a Wolfgang. On what plea or count? Why dost draught of sight have I taken with my lord judge thou not speak ?

Wolfgang! It lasts me yet, and will last me for life. Storck. I went out at dusk, may it please your O my young eagle, my own Arnold ! I shall never Honour, to cut the roots of sundry young trees, see thee more upon the rocks of Uri : never shall belonging to the said Arnold .. as he said. I tremble at thy hardihood, nor press thee to my

Wolfgang. Was it so dark that nobody could bosom for reproaching thee too much about it. see thee?

But I shall hear thy carols in the woods of UnderStorck. I wish it had been.

wald. Let them be blithe as usual ; let them be Wolfgang. Simpleton ! it would then have been blither still, for I shall more want pastime, and felony. Hearing these loose lines, can anyone shall listen for sweet sounds all day long. Do not doubt their aim and intent? But let them pass. ask me again, as in the Lay of the Leap, whether I am authorised, as I told you before, to reverse thou hast given me the heart-ache. I was always in thy songs before they ended, even where spring broken. Is this the place ? Blow away, boys! the and summer, even where youth and fair maidens, weather is misty : it will not light: this arrowwere discoursed of. Prythee do not go on so. head is too blunt: have you nothing better? my Above all, I charge thee, Arnold, never say, "O old eyes are sunken and tough. Ay, that seems my poor father ! art thou blind for me !" I was sharper : put it just under the piece of mountainfancying my Arnold at my side. Foolish old man, ash : it will soon redden there. Well done, boy, with my eyes yet open and their two balls un- that is right.



Bossuet. Mademoiselle, it is the king's desire if they told me fibs I would never trust them that I compliment you on the elevation you have again. I do not care about them; for the king attained.

told me I was only to mind him. Fontanges. O monseigneur, I know very well Bossuet. Lowest and highest, we all owe to his what you mean. His Majesty is kind and polite Majesty our duty and submission. to everybody. The last thing he said to me was, Fontanges. I am sure he has mine : so you need

Angélique ! do not forget to compliment Monnot blame me or question me on that. At first, seigneur the bishop on the dignity I have confer- | indeed, when he entered the folding-doors, I was red upon him, of almoner to the dauphiness. I in such a flurry I could hear my heart beat across desired the appointment for him, only that he the chamber : by degrees I cared little about the might be of rank sufficient to confess you, now matter : and at last, when I grew used to it, I you are duchess. Let him be your confessor, my liked it rather than not. Now, if this is not conlittle girl. He has fine manners."

fession, what is ? Bossuet. I dare not presume to ask you, made- Bossuet. We must abstract the sou from every moiselle, what was your gracious reply to the low mundane thought. Do you hate the world, condescension of our royal master.

mademoiselle ? Fontanges. () yes you may. I told him I was Fontanges. A good deal of it: all Picardy for almost sure I should be ashamed of confessing example, and all Sologne : nothing is uglier . . such naughty things to a person of high rank, and, oh my life! what frightful men and women! who writes like an angel.

Bossuet. I would say, in plain language, do you Bossuet. The observation was inspired, made- hate the flesh and the devil ? moiselle, by your goodness and modesty.

Fontanges. Who does not hate the devil ? If Fontanges. You are so agreeable a man, mon- you will hold my hand the while, I will tell him seigneur, I will confess to you directly, if you like. so . . I hate you, beast! There now. As for

Bossuet. Have you brought yourself to a proper flesh, I never could bear a fat man. Such people frame of mind, young lady?

can neither dance nor hunt, nor do anything that Fontanges. What is that?

I know of. Bossuet. Do you hate sin ?

Bossuet. Mademoiselle Marie-Angélique de Fontanges. Very much.

Scoraille de Rousille, duchesse de Fontanges ! do Bossuet. Are you resolved to leave it off ? you hate titles and dignities and yourself?

Fontanges. I have left it off entirely since the Fontanges. Myself! does any one hate me? king began to love me. I have never said a why should I be the first? Hatred is the worst spiteful word of anybody since.

thing in the world : it makes one so very ugly. Bossuet. In your opinion, mademoiselle, are Bossuet. To love God, we must hate ourselves. there no other sins than malice?

We must detest our bodies if we would save our Fontanges. I never stole anything : I never souls. committed adultery: I never coveted my neigh- Fontanges. That is hard : how can I do it? I bour's wife : I never killed any person : though see nothing so detestable in mine: do you? To several have told me they should die for me. love is easier. I love God whenever I think of

Bossuet. Vain, idle talk ! did you listen to it? him, he has been so very good to me: but I can

Fontanges. Indeed I did, with both ears; it not hate myself, if I would. As God hath not seemed so funny.

| hated me, why should I? Beside, it was he who Bossuet. You have something to answer for made the king to love me ; for I heard you say in then.

a sermon that the hearts of kings are in his rule Fontanges. No, indeed I have not, monsei- and governance. As for titles and dignities, I do gneur. I have asked many times after them, and not care much about them while his Majesty loves found they were all alive: which mortified me. me, and calls me his Angélique. They make

Bossuet. So then! you would really have them people more civil about us; and therefore it must die for you?

be a simpleton who hates or disregards them, Fontanges. () no, no .. but I wanted to see and a hypocrite who pretends it. I am glad to whether they were in earnest or told me fibs : for be a duchess. Manon and Lisette have never or bold: on the contrary, she told me what a fine Bossuet. By the grace of God. colour and what a plumpness it gave me. Would Fontanges. Yes indeed; but never until now not you be rather a duchess than a waiting-maid did God give any preacher so much of his grace or a nun, if the king gave you your choice? as to subdue this pest.

tied my garter so as to hurt me since, nor has * The Abbé de Choisy says that she was "belle comme un

the mischievous old La Grange said anything cross ange, mais sotte comme un panier."

Bossuet. Pardon me, mademoiselle, I am con- Bossuet. It has appeared among us but lately. founded at the levity of your question.

Fontanges. O dear me! I have always been Fontanges. I am in earnest, as you see. subject to it dreadfully, from a child.

Bossuet. Flattery will come before you in other Bossuet. Really! I never heard so. and more dangerous forms : you will be com- Fontanges. I checked myself as well as I could, mended for excellencies which do not belong to although they constantly told me I looked well you: and this you will find as injurious to your in it. repose as to your virtue. An ingenuous mind Bossuet. In what, mademoiselle ? feels in unmerited praise the bitterest reproof. Fontanges. In quietism; that is, when I fell If you reject it you are unhappy, if you accept it asleep at sermon-time. I am ashamed that such you are undone. The compliments of a king are a learned and pious man as M. de Fénelon should of themselves sufficient to pervert your intellect. incline to it,* as they say he does.

Fontanges. There you are mistaken twice over. Bossuet. Mademoiselle, you quite mistake the It is not my person that pleases him so greatly; matter.

it is my spirit, my wit, my talents, my genius, Fontanges. Is not then M. de Fénelon thought | and that very thing which you have mentioned a very pious and learned person ?

... what was it? my intellect. He never com- Bossuet. And justly. plimented me the least upon my beauty. Others Fontanges. I have read a great way in a romance have said that I am the most beautiful young he has begun, about a knight-errant in search of creature under heaven; a blossom of Paradise, a a father. The king says there are many such nymph, an angel ; worth (let me whisper it in about his court; but I never saw them, nor heard your ear .. do I lean too hard ?) a thousand of them before. The marchioness de la Motte, Montespans. But his Majesty never said more on his relative, brought it to me, written out in a the occasion than that I was imparagonable! charming hand, as much as the copy-book would (what is that?) and that he adored me; Iding hold, and I got through I know not how far. If my hand and sitting quite still, when he might he had gone on with the nymphs in the grotto I have romped with me and kissed me.

never should have been tired of him; but he quite Bossuet. I would aspire to the glory of con- forgot his own story, and left them at once ; in a verting you.

hurry (I suppose) to set out upon his mission to Fontanges. You may do anything with me but Saintonge in the pays d'Aunis, where the king convert me: you must not do that: I am a has promised him a famous heretic-hunt. He is, Catholic born. M. de Turenne and Mademoiselle I do assure you, a wonderful creature; he underde Duras were heretics : you did right there. The stands so much Latin and Greek, and knows all king told the chancellor that he prepared them, the tricks of the sorceresses. Yet you keep him that the business was arranged for you, and that under. you had nothing to do but to get ready the argu- Bossuet. Mademoiselle, if you really have any. ments and responses, which you did gallantly, thing to confess, and if you desire that I should did not you? And yet Mademoiselle de Duras have the honour of absolving you, it would be was very awkward for a long while afterward in better to proceed in it, than to oppress me with crossing herself, and was once remarked to beat unmerited eulogies on my humble labours. her breast in the litany with the points of two Fontanges. You must first direct me, monsei. fingers at a time, when everyone is taught to use gneur: I have nothing particular. The king assures only the second, whether it has a ring upon it me there is no harm whatever in his love toward or not. I am sorry she did so; for people me. might think her insincere in her conversion, Bossuet. That depends on your thoughts at the and pretend that she kept a finger for each moment. If you abstract the mind from the body, religion.

and turn your heart toward heaven ... Bossuet. It would be as uncharitable to doubt Fontanges. O monseigneur, I always did so.. the conviction of Mademoiselle de Duras as that every time but once . . you quite make me blush. of M. le Maréchal.

Let us converse about something else, or I shall Fontanges. I have heard some fine verses, I can grow too serious, just as you made me the other assure you, monseigneur, in which you are called day at the funeral sermon. And now let me tell the conqueror of Turenne. I should like to have you, my lord, you compose such pretty funeralbeen his conqueror myself, he was so great a man. I understand that you have lately done a much * The opinions of Molinos on mysticism and quietism more difficult thing.

had begun to spread abroad: but Fénelon, who had Bossuet. To what do you refer, mademoiselle? acquired already a very high celebrity for eloquence, had Fontanges. That you have overcome quietism. that Bossuet was among the earliest assailants of a

not yet written on the subject. We may well suppose Now, in the name of wonder, how could you system which he afterward attacked so vehemently. manage that?

The stormier superstition swept away the more vapory.

it up?

sermons, I hope I shall have the pleasure of hear- | not talk thus gravely. It is in vain that you ing you preach mine.

speak to me in so sweet a voice. I am frightened Bossuet. Rather let us hope, mademoiselle, that even at the rattle of the beads about my neck : the hour is yet far distant when so melancholy a take them off, and let us talk on other things. service will be performed for you. May he who What was it that dropped on the floor as you is unborn be the sad announcer of your departure were speaking? It seemed to shake the room, hence !* May he indicate to those around him though it sounded like a pin or button. many virtues not perhaps yet full-blown in you, Bossuet. Never mind it : leave it there : I pray and point triumphantly to many faults and foibles you, I implore you, madame! checked by you in their early growth, and lying Fontanges. Why do you rise ? why do you run? dead on the open road you shall have left behind why not let me? I am nimbler. So, your ring you! To me the painful duty will, I trust, be fell from your hand, my lord bishop! How quick spared: I am advanced in age : you are a child. you are ! Could not you have trusted me to pick

Fontanges. O no, I am seventeen.

Bossuet. I should have supposed you younger Bossuet: Madame is too condescending: had by two years at least. But do you collect nothing this happened, I should have been overwhelmed from your own reflection, which raises so many in with confusion. My hand is shrivelled; the ring my breast? You think it possible that I, aged has ceased to fit it. A mere accident may draw as I am, may preach a sermon on your funeral. us into perdition : a mere accident may bestow Alas, it is so ! such things have been! There is, on us the means of grace. A pebble has moved however, no funeral so sad to follow as the funeral you more than my words. of our own youth, which we have been pampering Fontanges. It pleases me vastly: I admire with fond desires, ambitious hopes, and all the rubies : I will ask the king for one exactly like bright berries that hang in poisonous clusters over it. This is the time he usually comes from the the path of life.

chase. I am sorry you can not be present to hear Fontanges. I never minded them; I like peaches how prettily I shall ask him : but that is imposbetter; and one a day is quite enough for me. sible, you know: for I shall do it just when I am

Bossuet. We say that our days are few; and, certain he would give me anything. He said so saying it, we say too much. Marie-Angélique, himself: he said but yesterday we have but one: the past are not ours, and who “ Such a sweet creature is worth a world .." can promise us the future? This in which we and no actor on the stage was ever more like a live is ours only while we live in it; the next king than his Majesty was when he spoke it, if he moment may strike it off from us; the next sen- had but kept his wig and robe on.

And yet you tence I would utter may be broken and fall be know he is rather stiff and wrinkled for so great tween us.t The beauty that has made a thousand a monarch ; and his eyes, I am afraid, are beginhearts to beat at one instant, at the succeeding ning to fail him; he looks so close at things. has been without pulse and colour, without Bossuet. Mademoiselle, such is the duty of a admirer, friend, companion, follower. She by prince who desires to conciliate our regard and whose eyes the march of victory shall have been love. directed, whose name shall have animated armies Fontanges. Well, I think so too; though I did at the extremities of the earth, drops into one of not like it in him at first. I am sure he will its crevices and mingles with its dust. Duchess order the ring for me, and I will confess to you de Fontanges ! think on this ! Lady! so live as with it upon my finger. But first I must be eauto think on it undisturbed !

tious and particular to know of him how much it Fontanges. O God ! I am quite alarmed. Do I is his royal will that I should say.

XENOPHON AND CYRUS THE YOUNGER. Cyrus. Xenophon, I have longed for an oppor- | ing to report thou wert the disciple of Socrates tunity of conversing with thee alone, on matters the mage, whom the Athenians condemned to in which thou excitest my admiration. Accord- drink hemlock, because he had a genius of his own.

Xenophon. It is true, 0 Cyrus! I was. * Bossuet was

his 54th year: Mademoiselle de Fon- Cyrus. Verily, 0 wonderful man, thou must be tanges died in childbed the year following: he survived the best farrier and hunter in Greece; and, thinkher twenty-three.

+ Though Bossuet was capable of uttering and even of ing on thee, I have oftentimes wished in my heart feeling such a sentiment, his conduct toward Fénelon, the that so deserving a country as thy Attica, which fairest apparition that Christianity ever presented, was is not destitute of wolves, polecats, and foxes, bad, ungenerous and unjust.

for every one of them, a leopard, a lion, and a While the diocese of Cambray was ravaged by Louis, it tiger. was spared by Marlborough ; who said to the archbishop that if he was sorry he had not taken Cambray, it was the gods do not bestow all their gifts upon one

Xenophon. O son of Darius, king of kings! chiefly because he lost for a time the pleasure of visiting so great a man. Peterborough, the next of our generals in country; or, having bestowed them, it seemeth glory, paid his respects to him some years afterward. good unto their divine majesties that mortals

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