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Under the open sky, in the odorous air of the orchard,

Bending with golden fruit, was spread the feast of betrothal. There in the shade of the porch were the priest and the notary seated;

There good Benedict sat, and sturdy Basil the blacksmith.

Not far withdrawn from these, by the cyder-press and the beehives, Michael the fiddler was placed, with the gayest of hearts and of waistcoats.

Shadow and light from the leaves alternately played on his snowwhite

Hair, as it waved in the wind; and the jolly face of the fiddler Glowed like a living coal when the ashes are blown from the em

bers.

Gaily the old man sang to the vibrant sound of his fiddle,
Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres, and Le Carillon de Dunkerque,
And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the music.
Merrily, merrily, whirled the wheels of the dizzying dances
Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the meadows;
Old folk and young together, and children mingled among them.
Fairest of all the maids was Evangeline, Benedict's daughter!
Noblest of all the youths was Gabriel, son of the blacksmith!

So passed the morning away.

sonorous

And lo! with a summons

Sounded the bell from its tower, and over the meadows a drum

beat.

Thronged ere long was the church with men. Without in the

churchyard,

Waited the women. They stood by the graves, and hung on the head-stones

Garlands of autumn leaves and evergreens fresh from the forest. Then came the guard from the ships, and marching proudly

among them,

Entered the sacred portal. With loud and dissonant clangour Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceiling and case

ment,

Echoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous portal

Closed; and in silence the crowd awaited the will of the soldiers. Then uprose their commander, and spake from the steps of the

altar,

Holding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the royal commission :"You are convened this day," he said "by his Majesty's orders. Clement and kind has he been; but how you have answered his kindness,

Let your own hearts reply? To my natural make and my temper

Painful the task is I do, which to you I know must be grievous. Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of our monarch; Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and cattle of all kinds, Forfeited be to the crown; and that you yourselves from this province

Be transported to other lands. God grant you may dwell there
Ever as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable poople!
Prisoners now I declare you; for such is his Majesty's pleasure!"
As, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice of summer,
Suddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of the hail-stones
Beats down the farmer's corn in the field and shatters his windows,
Hiding the sun, and strewing the ground with thatch from the
house-roofs,

Bellowing fly the herds, and seek to break their enclosures;
So on the hearts of the people descended the words of the speaker.
Silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder, and then rose
Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and anger,

And by one impulse moved, they madly rushed to the door-way.
Vain was the hope of escape; and cries and fierce imprecations
Rang through the house of prayer; and high o'er the heads of the
others

Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil the blacksmith, As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the billows.

Flushed was his face and distorted with passion; and wildly he shouted :

"Down with the tyrants of England! we never have sworn them allegiance!

Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our homes and our harvests!"

More he fain would have said, but the merciless hand of a soldier Smote him upon the mouth, and dragged him down to the pavement.

In the midst of the strife and tumult of angry contention, Lo! the door of the chancel opened, and Father Felician Entered with serious mien, and ascending the steps of the altar. Raising his reverend hand, with a gesture he awed into silence All that clamorous throng; and thus he spake to his people; Deep were his tones and solemn; in accents measured and mournful

Spake he, as, after the tocsin's alarum, distinctly the clock strikes :— "What is this that ye do, my children? what madness has seized

you?

Forty years of my life have I laboured among you, and taught

you,

Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one another

Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and prayers and privations?
Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and forgiveness?
This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and would you profane it
Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing with hatred ?
Lo, where the crucified Christ from his cross is gazing upon you!
See, in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and holy compassion!
Hark, how these lips still repeat the prayer, O Father forgive
them!'

Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the wicked assail us.
Let us repeat it now, and say, 'O Father, forgive them!'"
Few were his words of rebuke but deep in the hearts of his people
Sank they, and sobs of contrition succeeded that passionate out-

break;

And they repeated his prayer, and said " O Father, forgive them!"

Then came the evening service. The tapers gleamed from the altar.

Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest, and the people responded,

Not with their lips alone, but their hearts; and the Ave Maria Sang they, and fell on their knees, and their souls, with devotion

translated,

Rose on the ardour of prayer, like Elijah ascending to heaven.

Meanwhile had spread in the village the tidings of ill, and on all sides

Wandered, wailing, from house to house the women and children. Long at her father's door Evangeline stood, with her right hand Shielding her eyes from the level rays of the sun, that descending, Lighted the village street with mysterious splendour, and roofed

each

Peasant's cottage with golden thatch, and emblazoned its windows. Long within had been spread the snow-white cloth on the table; There stood the wheaten loaf, and the honey fragrant with wild

flowers;

There stood the tankard of ale, and the cheese fresh brought from the dairy;

And at the head of the board the great arm-chair of the farmer.
Thus did Evangeline wait at her father's door, as the sunset
Threw the long shadows of trees o'er the broad ambrosial meadows.
Ah! on her spirit within a deeper shadow had fallen.
And from the fields of her soul a fragrance celestial ascended,--
Charity, meekness, love and hope, and forgiveness, and patience!
Then, all-forgetful of self, she wandered into the village,

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Cheering with looks and words the disconsolate hearts of the

women,

As o'er the darkening fields with lingering steps they departed, Urged by their household cares, and the weary feet of their children.

Down sank the great red sun, and in golden, glimmering vapours Veiled the light of his face, like the prophet descending from Sinai. Sweetly over the village the bell of the Angelus sounded.

Meanwhile, amid the gloom by the church Evangeline lingered. All was silent within; and in vain at the door and the windows Stood she, and listened and looked, until, overcome by emotion, "Gabriel!" cried she aloud with tremulous voice; but no answer Came from the graves of the dead, nor the gloomier grave of the

living.

Slowly at length she returned to the tenantless house of her father. Smouldered the fire on the hearth, on the board stood the supper

untasted,

Empty and drear was each room, and haunted with phantoms of

terror.

Sadly echoed her step on the stair and the floor of her chamber.
In the dead of the night she heard the whispering rain fall
Loud on the withered leaves of the sycamore-tree by the window.
Keenly the lightning flashed; and the voice of the echoing thunder
Told her that God was in heaven, and governed the world he

created!

Then she remembered the tale she had heard of the justice of heaven;

Soothed was her troubled soul, and she peacefully slumbered till morning.

V.

FOUR times the sun had risen and set; and now on the fifth day Cheerily called the cock to the sleeping maids of the farmhouse. Soon o'er the yellow fields, in silent and mournful procession, Came from the neighbouring hamlets and farms the Acadian

women,

Driving in ponderous wains their household goods to the sea-shore, Pausing and looking back to gaze once more on their dwelling, Ere they were shut from sight by the winding road and the woodland.

Close at their sides their children ran, and urged on the oxen, While in their little hands they clasped some fragments of playthings.

Thus to the Gaspereau's mouth they hurried; and there on the sea-beach

Piled in confusion lay the household goods of the peasants.
All day long between the shore and the ships did the boats ply;
All day long the wains came labouring down from the village.
Late in the afternoon, when the sun was near to his setting,
Echoing far o'er the fields came the roll of drums from the church-
yard.

Thither the women and children thronged. On a sudden the church-doors

Opened, and forth came the guard, and marching in gloomy pro

cession

Followed the long-imprisoned but patient Acadian farmers.

Even as pilgrims, who journey afar from their homes and their

country,

Sing as they go, and in singing forget they are weary and way

worn,

So with songs on their lips the Acadian peasants descended Down from the church to the shore, amid their wives and their

daughters.

Foremost the young men came; and raising together their voices, Sang they with tremulous lips a chant of the Catholic Missions:"Sacred heart of the Saviour! O inexhaustible fountain!

Fill our hearts this day with strength and submission and patience!"

Then the old men, as they marched, and the women that stood by the way-side,

Joined in the sacred psalm, and the birds in the sunshine above

them

Mingled their notes therewith, like voices of spirits departed.

Half-way down to the shore Evangeline waited in silence, Not overcome with grief, but strong in the hour of affliction,Calmly and sadly waited, until the procession approached her, And she beheld the face of Gabriel pale with emotion. Tears then filled her eyes, and, eagerly running to meet him, Clasped she his hands, and laid her head on his shoulder, and whispered:

"Gabriel, be of good cheer! for if we love one another,

Nothing, in truth, can harm us, whatever mischances may

happen!"

Smiling she spake these words; then suddenly paused, for her father

Saw she slowly advancing. Alas! how changed was his aspect! Gone was the glow from his cheek, and the fire from his eye, and

his footstep

Heavier seemed with the weight of the weary heart in his bosom.

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