70 For an oar to row and a breeze to blow A tear in his blue eye glistened, And dropped on his beard so gray. "Old, old am I," said Keezar, "And the Rhine flows far away!" But a cunning man was the cobbler; 80 All the virtues of herbs and metals, Well he knew the tricks of magic, 85 For the mighty master Agrippa 90 To a cobbler Minnesinger The marvellous stone gave he, 84. Dr. John Dee was a man of vast knowledge, who had an extensive museum, library, and apparatus; he claimed to be an astrologer, and had acquired the reputation of having dealings with evil spirits, and a mob was raised which destroyed the greater part of his possessions. He professed to raise the dead and had a magic crystal. He died a pauper in 1608. 85. Henry Cornelius Agrippa (1486-1535) was an alchemist. And he gave it, in turn, to Keezar, He held up that mystic lapstone, 95 And he counted the long years coming "One hundred years," quoth Keezar, Now open the new before me, And shut me out the old!" Like a cloud of mist, the blackness 105 Still ran the stream to the river, And river and ocean joined; And there were the bluffs and the blue sea-line, But the mighty forest was broken By many a white-walled farm-house, Turning a score of mill-wheels, The stream no more ran free; 15 White sails on the winding river, White sails on the far-off sea. Below in the noisy village The flags were floating gay, And shone on a thousand faces 120 The light of a holiday. Swiftly the rival ploughmen Turned the brown earth from their shares; Here were the farmer's treasures, There were the craftsman's wares. 125 Golden the goodwife's butter, 130 Yellow and red were the apples, From the girls who shook them down. And with blooms of hill and wild-wood, 135 Mingled the gorgeous blossoms 140 Of the garden's tropic heart. "What is it I see?" said Keezar: "Am I here, or am I there? Is it a fête at Bingen? Do I look on Frankfort fair? "But where are the clowns and puppets, And where are the Rhenish flagons? 66 145 Strange things, I know, will happen, Strange things the Lord permits; 150 But that droughty folk should be jolly "Here are smiling manly faces, And the maiden's step is gay; Nor sad by thinking, nor mad by drinking, "Here's pleasure without regretting, And good without abuse, 155 The holiday and the bridal 160 Of beauty and of use. "Here's a priest and there is a Quaker, Have they burned the stocks for oven-wood? "Would the old folk know their children? Would they own the graceless town, With never a ranter to worry And never a witch to drown?" 165 Loud laughed the cobbler Keezar, Laughed like a school-boy gay; 70 Tossing his arms above him, It rolled down the rugged hillside, It spun like a wheel bewitched, It plunged through the leaning willows, And into the river pitched. There, in the deep, dark water, The magic stone lies still, 175 Under the leaning willows 180 In the shadow of the hill. But oft the idle fisher Sits on the shadowy bank, And his dreams make marvellous pictures And still, in the summer twilights, Warm with the melted sun, 185 The weary mill-girl lingers Beside the charméd stream, 190 And the sky and the golden water Fair wave the sunset gardens, The rosy signals fly; Her homestead beckons from the cloud, V. BARCLAY OF URY. AMONG the earliest converts to the doctrines of Friends in Scotland was Barclay of Ury, an old and distinguished soldier, who had fought under Gustavus Adolphus in Germany. As a Quaker, he became the object of persecution and abuse at |