A OUTRANCE (FRANCE, SEVENTEENTH CENTURY) H EIGHO! Why the plague did you wake me? It's barely a half after four; My head, too, is- ah! I remember That little affair at the shore. Well, I had forgotten completely! I must have been drinking last night.Rapiers, West Sands, and sunrise;— But whom, by the way, do I fight? De Genlis! Ah, now I recall it!- A half-dozen times in a night. Ah, well! it's a beautiful morning,— A glorious day for one's spirit To pilgrimage off to the skies I haven't confessed for a month back, Well, here we are, first at the West Sands! Is that a sea-gull overhead? And here come De Genlis and Virron: Are we ready? Indeed we were waiting On guard then it is, we must hasten: Where now would you like me to pink you? Will be convenable for me. From this hand-shake I judge I was drinking Last night, with the thirst of a fish; I've vigor enough though to kill you, Mon ami, and that's all I wish. Keep cool, keep your temper, I beg you,— Now by your leave I'll finish you off Help, Marigny! His sword's in my heart, I believe. God! God! What a mortification! The Amontillado last night Was drinking, you know, and my hand shook;- And I the best swordsman in Paris! No priest, please, for such as I am — I'm going Good-by, my Marigny; De Genlis, my love to Madame. ROBERT CAMERON ROGERS. I A CONQUEST FOUND him openly wearing her token; I knew that her troth could never be broken: I laid my hand on the hilt of my sword, He did the same, and he spoke no word. I faced him with his villainy; He laughed, and said, "She gave it me." We searched for seconds, they soon were found: They measured our swords; they measured the ground: They held to the deadly work too fast — They thought to gain our place at last. WALTER HERRIES POLLOCK. BALLAD OF A BRIDAL H, FILL me flagons full and fair Of red wine and of white, And, maidens mine, my bower prepare: It is my wedding night! "Braid up my hair with gem and flower, And make me fair and fine: The day has dawned that brings the hour When my desire is mine!" They decked her bower with roses blown, And sewed more jewels on her gown She wore two roses in her face, Two jewels in her e'en; Her hair was crowned with sunset rays, "Tapers at the bed's foot," she saith, "Two tapers at the head!” (It seemed more like the bed of death Than like a bridal bed.) He came. He took her hands in his; He kissed her once, he kissed her twice, "O love! What is it ails thy knight? I sicken and I pine: Is it the red wine or the white, Or that sweet kiss of thine ? » "No kiss, no wine or white or red "And though the curse of saints and men Be for the deed on me, I would it were to do again, Since thou wert false to me! "Thou shouldst have loved or one or none,- Nor she nor I loved twain; But we are twain thou hast undone "And when before my God I stand, I shall hold up my guilty hand, He fell across the bridal bed, "I first shall see our God," he said, "And if God judge thee as I do, I love thee, and I was not true, "If I might judge thee, thou shouldst be First of the saints on high; But ah, I fear God loveth thee Not half so dear as I!" EDITH (NESBIT) Bland. HER CREED HE stood before a chosen few, SHE With modest air and eyes of blue; A gentle creature, in whose face Were mingled tenderness and grace. "You wish to join our fold," they said: "Do you believe in all that's read From ritual and written creed, A troubled look was in her eyes; As though the sense to her were dim, They knew her life; how, oft she stood, By dying bed, in hovel lone, Whose sorrow she had made her own. Oft had her voice in prayer been heard, Her joy to brighten and to bless. Yet still she answered, when they sought "I only strive to follow Him." Creeds change as ages come and go; SARAH KNOWLES BOLTON. A SAINT OF YORE IN MEM., E. V. Hо brings it, now, her sweet accord WHO To every precept of her Lord? In quaintly fashioned bonnet With simplest ribbons on it, The older folk remember well How prompt she was at Sabbath bell. I see her yet; her decent shawl, Her sober gown, silk mitts, and all. The deacons courtly meet her, The pastor turns to greet her, And maid and matron quit their place |