But while the old man sang, a mist of tears Of his youth's once loved friends, the martyr'd race, O'erflow'd his softening heart."Live! live!" he cried, "Thou faithful unto death! live on, and still Speak of thy lords-they were a princely band!” 1 THE SPANISH CHAPEL.' "Weep not for those whom the veil of the tomb, I MADE a mountain brook my guide It lured me with a singing tone, A dim and deeply bosom'd grove Such as the shadowy violets love, The fawn and forest bee. MOORE. Suggested by a scene beautifully described in the Recollections of the Peninsula. The darkness of the chestnut-bough The bright stream reverently below And bore a music all subdued, For something viewlessly around In the soft gloom and whispery sound, While sending forth a quiet gleam A pathway to that still retreat Through many a myrtle wound, And there a sight-how strangely sweet! My steps in wonder bound, For on a brilliant bed of flowers, E'en at the threshold made, As if to sleep through sultry hours, To sleep?-oh! ne'er on childhood's eye Did the warm living slumber lie With such a weight of rest! Yet still a tender crimson glow Its cheek's pure marble dyed'Twas but the light's faint streaming flow Through roses heap'd beside. I stoop'd-the smooth round arm was chill, "Alas!" I cried, "fair faded thing! But then a voice came sweet and low- A woman with a mourner's brow, And in her still, clear, matron face, All solemnly serene, A shadow'd image I could trace Of that young slumberer's mien. "Stranger! thou pitiest me," she said, "But know, the time-worn heart may be By pangs in this world riven, Keener than theirs who yield, like me, An angel thus to Heaven!" THE KAISER'S FEAST. Louis, Emperor of Germany, having put his brother, the Palsgrave Rodolphus, under the ban of the empire in the twelfth century, that unfortunate prince fled to England, where he died in neglect and poverty. "After his decease, his mother Matilda privately invited his children to return to Germany; and, by her mediation, during a season of festivity, when Louis kept wassail in the castle of Heidelberg, the family of his brother presented themselves before him in the garb of suppliants, imploring pity and forgiveness. To this appeal the victor softened." Miss Benger's Memoirs of the Queen of Bohemia. THE Kaiser feasted in his hall- And many a gleam and sparkle came As it caught the glance of the torch's flame, Why fell there silence on the chord And suddenly from that rich board, The strings were hush'd-the knights made way As up the hall, in dark array, Two fair-hair'd boys she led. She led them e'en to the Kaiser's place, Till, with strange wonder, o'er his face And the clinging children by thy side, "Well may a mourning vest be mine, Though grief awhile within their eyes "And where is he, thy brother, where? He in thy home that grew, And smiling, with his sunny hair, Ever to greet thee flew? How would his arms thy neck entwine, His fond lips press thy brow! My son! oh, call these orphans thine! Thou hast no brother now! "What! from their gentle eyes doth nought Speak of thy childhood's hours, And smite thee with a tender thought |