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called The Turk's Well, from the now, careless rascal!" when the grofigure of a turbaned Saracen in its tesque figure of old Martin, hastening centre.''
from the passage that communicated These words had scarcely escaped the with the inner or chapel court, luis hair steward's lips, when the great portal streaming silvery in the wind, his eyes bell was rung loudly, and the trampling staring, his face like ashes, and his as of a large company was heard amidst hands bearing a huge vessel of holy the pattering rain and the hollow night water, gave a new turn to Heveninggusts. Every one looked aghast ; but ham's astonislıment. And well it might when a loud voice was heard, “What for, tottering up to his master, and ho? Sir Porter!” old Martin fell down exclaiming, “Less wonot serve, since in a swoon, and his companions, though ye're grown so bold !” he dashed the they retained their senses, looked more contents of the vessel in his face. dead than alive, while the voice thus Blinded with the water and annoyed continued
by the shrieks of his wife, the young “ What ho! Porter! Giles! Brad- lord of Pype-Hall had not time to mafoot ;-where be the drunken churls! nifest his wrath, ere the other servants, Open forthwith to our master the He- throwing themselves on the steward, veningham, and his fair bride ; they convinced him with some difficulty that have been detained on their homeward it was no wandering ghost, but his own road, and would fain be no longer liege lord, on whom he had perpetrated suitors at their own hall porch!" this heinous outrage.
Quickly did the scared revellers recall By this time Christopher was recog. their scattered senses at this appeal. nised by the family chaplain, an old Some hastened to heap fresh logs on Benedictine, who, awakened by the the great hall hearth; some jostled clamour, had, from a high lattice in the hither and thither in their eagerness to court, been making ostentatious signs light up every torch and cresset they of the cross, and pressing into his sercould lay their hands upon; while vice the most approved phrases for such others, more forward, hurried to the cases made and provided, “Exorcizote! outward gateway, whose heavy valves Vade retro Sathanas !" &c. &c.—when, rolling open ushered in the bridal train. with a sudden exclamation, as the light
Drenched with rain himself, impa- flared on the object of his anathemas, tient at the strange delay, and solicitous he shouted—“St. Mary! St. Chad! St. for his lady, who, vainly muffled against Giles !-sinner that I am!--it is the the storm, rode on a beautiful white Hleveningham himself, and no demon palfrey at his side, --her redundant after all!”-and disappearing with his tresses, and rich robes dripping with lamp from the window, the monk hurmoisture. Heveningham could yet ried into the court, where he found hardly help smiling at the confused Heveningham, his lady, and all their groupes of menials who, pouring forth suite, bursting with laughter ; peal after from the different passages leading into peal ringing through the vast quadthe quadrangles of this extensive man- rangles, in spite of the storin, which sion, seemed more like startled burghers poured so pitilessly around them; old tumultuously summoned to repulse the Martin in the hands of two men, overfoe, than well ordered vassals, drawn whelined with shame, and the rest of the up to receive their lord and his bride. domestics sheepishly listening to the
One broke forth his duteous welcome taunts and invectives of the new-comers. with an oath, as the rain extinguished At length one and all seemned to become his spattering torch ; another brandish aware that it might be quite as wise to ed his flambeau, Naring in the wind, finish this domestic melodrame in the full in front of Mistress Dorothy's Ara- mansion itself, where a good oak roof bian, which, unused to such a saluta- might shelter them from farther wetting, tion, raved and plunged, nearly dis- while warm clothes, a blazing fire, and mounting his fair rider, who, though good cheer consoled them for that which an admirable horsewoman, was entan- they had already endured. gled in the numerous wrappings, with The lofty and noble hall was sheeted which Christopher's anxiety had in- with ruddy light as they entered it; the vested her.
pondrous beans of the carved roof, the This last exploit effectually roused storied colours of the broad hangings, the anger of the young bridegroom, and the burnished armour that adorned who, having first assisted his lady tó its sides, together with the high-palmed alight, turned fiercely on the offender, antlers of many a hart of grease, were and was beginning an indignant, “How all Aushed with cheerful lustre from the
fire-place, that gaped (like an altar for all out-door amusements. A fitter day, hecatombs) on the side opposite the tall in short, for a fireside legend could lancet windows, whose panes sparkled hardly be imagined. It is probable, with the blaze. Here every thing had however, that even these contingencies long been prepared for the expected of weather would scarcely have been guests. Large glossy rushes sirewed necessary to detain the whole party in the floor. Golden Alagons, massy can- the hall, so anxious were they to have dlesticks and richly wrought dishes some solution of the last night's ludibore testimony to the wealth of the crous event. It was then at the united bridegroom ; and though the sumptuous request of all, though Christopher beviands that should have smoked there, trayed no slight degree of reluctance, (had the train arrived at the expected that the old chaplain was directed to hour,) were ushered upon the table in produce a parchment manuscript. a less tempting form,
The monk then repeated the sub“And coldly furnish'd forth the marriage stance of old Martin's tale, and profeast;"
ceeded to read aloud the following trayet such was the keen appetite of the dition, from whose principal event the guests, thus strangely welcomed, that spectral appearances were said to take few, save the bride and her friends, their rise. Chaucer saystarried to change their wet garments, Who so shalle telle a tale after a man, ere they had made serious inroads on He moste reherse as neighe as ever he can haunch, sirloin, game and pasty, drained Everich worde, if it be in his charge, the luscious vintage of Bourdeaux, or
All speke he never so rudely and so large;
Or elles he moste tellen his tale untrewe, quaffed with a satisfied sigh the amber Or feinen thinges or finden wordes newe. floods of barleycorn. This achieved in earnest and in speed, each hetook him. Now, on the present occasion, we will self to his chamber, where, throwing and finding wordes newe,” but in other
run the risque of chusing our own style off the drenched witnesses of this stormy respects we will as faithfully as possinight, they slept profoundly, -ushered, ble, obey the poet's injunction. undoubtedly to their dreamy slumbers
(To be continued.) by sundry expectations of hearing on the morrow the tradition that produced them so strange a reception. About
Morals from Flowers. three hours after midnight all was as
For the Olio. profoundly hushed in Pype-Hall as if the inmates had slept since nightfall, and the night gale alone was heard lilling them to rest.
By the Author of the Philosophic Preceptor.' The ensuing day proved unfit for any amusement of hawk or hound. The Dear flower of that bright and adored spot of rain continued to pour on the tinkling Where beauty, and grandeur, and glory have
earth, lattices, and the wind howling among
birth; the huge trees of the Rookery, drifted Where the blossom ne'er fades, and the bloom their sable citizens in every direction, But bloknom and bloom on thelt ashes will
nerer dies, their huge glossy wings in vain strove to stem its violence. The windows of where the blade in high verdure thro' winter the great hall had their diamond glass
And the learnever fails in its efe-soothing partly painted and partly plain, but they were so high from the ground that where the skies, though they weep, set remain the gazing ennuyè of the party was obliged to clamber on settle and stool, ere
As the innocent soul of some un enned he could gaze through the uncoloured And the tendrile that cllng, and the blossom, part of the lattice, where he only saw a Thick drizzle veiling the distant spires
At Heaven's balmy breath, seem all cradled of Lichfield, or ragged mists muffling But where still thou art peerless, bright dow'r, in opaque gloom the purple distances and doth shidr, of Cannock Wood. The broad surface To lhe eye ond the heart like a something of the adjacent BOWLING-Green, with its arbours, stone alcoves and thick Though the freshness of blossoms drawn forth yew hedges, looked dank and forlorn;
by the ray
of the soul-warming sun may make balmy the weathercocks, dimmed and dingy,
the day i creaked in the wind, and the heavy, Though the glory of sun-light may maken perdismal clouds that toiled along the sky,
fume, frowned their absolute prohibition of
From the depth of the lotus in fulness of
INSCRIBED TO J. P.
in love ;
And Incense let loose by the bnzz of the bee Alas! alas ! frail beauty, 'tis thine May rise up to Heaven from each flow'ret or To frel the compunctionless spoller's blow, tree;
To be laid for a while on a glittering shrine, And the moonbeam with tenderest kiasing Then cast away-and to wither so! may close
Then vaunt thee no more in thy mirror, maid, The lips of the violet, and guard its repose.
Nor in eye-bright smiles thy dark tresses Though the blossom hangs proudly thro' win
ter's dark hoor, Like the hawk on the tempest-breath daring Though the bloom on tby cbeek may possess
the power Its power,
To throw into shade this bright summer And a thousand bright dow'rets rejoice in the
With looks of high pride learn no longer to of the sun like young balcyons beside the
prize still stream, Expanding in love their soft forms to the sky, Though the amarauth freshness of heart and
The languloning brilliance of those soft eyes ; lo colours that seem all too lovely to die,
mind, And ulter strange visions of worlds far too
In their sky blue depths of delight seems bright
shrined, To gleam on the web of a mortal's weak
Nor let the bright mirror thy young beart sight;
entrance, As the morning mists rise, and the night sha
As it dwelieth with many a lingering glance, down fall,
Though the unsullied yvow of thy bosom may Yet sulll, peerless flower, thou art dearer than
or Heaven chastened feelinge boiy and meek, For, whenever we gaze on thy blossoms, we
Oh! gaze not there with high rapture, while find Some sweet morale springing, like flowers, in Thy red lip is bright with a duzzling smile;
And soffer thy bosoin no longer to yearn, the mind;
And suffer thy bright cheek oo longer to burn, Early love is thy Spring bud some semblance
With ecstatic juv, when the jewel and goni may trace, And thy blush finde an echo in young beauty's But turu to this rose in Its fuiness of bloom,
Appear all too mean and too rayless for them; face,
And linger beside it,-and mark its doom! While those feelings that lie like the pearls in
From one of Mr. Roscoe's exceeding.
scape Annual, we extract the following Thy allars are rear'd, and thy worship is “ The present bridge of the Rialto known;
was commenced in the year 1588, and We lift up our sorrowful eyes to Heaven,
completed in 1591 ; Pasquale Cicogna, With the furrow'd brow and bosom of pain, When the spirit 18 grieved, and the heart is
whose arms appear in the centre of the fresh riven,
arch, being then Doge of Venice. The And all of this world is accounted valo. design has been attributed by Vasari to But the joys of youth's morn, and its sunny Michel Angelo; and his assertion is And its newly 'Aedged hopes and imagininge,? supported by other authorities, although And the soft virgin righ that escapes the breast Michel Angelo died upwards of twenty
Ere that glorious temple lit up within By the God-head's smile, buth been once op. bridge. According to Vasari, the de
years before the completion of the press'd With ihe sorrows of woe, or the guilt of sin. sign was made at the request of Andrea These-these, proud beauty, are offered to Gritti, at that time Doge of Venice.
thee, In the face of a glorious Deity !
Many, indeed almost all the great achiFair emblem, then, of that power whose laws designs for this celebrated bridge. The
tects of Italy appear to have furnished Earth's millions in general throng obey, Whore smile unsetters the tongue, and draws genius of Palladio and Scamozzi was
Homage from hearts too fierce to pray, exerted upon it, and Sansovino is Fair flower-like to thee doth beauty bloom;
said to have presented a design to the Thou but to fade-she for the tomb ; Her fate, like thine, cometh on when the skies Venetians, which was prevented from
Seem to brighten whatever they look upon. being carried into execution by a war 'Tis ber's lu fade ere the summer fles, between the republic and the Turks.
And a few short years-and thou art gone ! The worm in thy brightest and earliest days
Sansovino, however, was the architect Ay, reen in thy tenderest blossom preye,
of the building or exchange adjoining And love, like that worm, or some tyrant care, the bridge of the Rialto, known by the Goa w8 luto the heart, and would surfelt there,
name of the Fabbriche Nuove. Oh! art thou not cropp'd in thy season of “Besides the historical recollections
attaching to the old Rialto, it is known Then thrown away, like a worthless thing,
to have been the scene of many a Witbout a pltying tear os sighi
strange and tragic event. Many an act
of appalling vengeance for private in- appeared in Venice, and addressing a jury or hate. Hence it has offered so noble on the Rialto, inquired if he fertile a field of incidents for the genius wished to view an admirable collection of the dramatist, the novelist, and the of paintings. He went; and after adpoet ; and not only to its own but to miring them for some time, happened alınost every European people. The to cast his eyes over the chamber-door, most remarkable of these, like the plots where hung a portrait of the stranger: of Othello, the Merchant of Venice, he gazed on it. This is your portrait, Venice Preserved, and many of those sir," said the noble. The other signified in our old dramatists, are already fami- his assent. 'Yet,' exclaimed the noble liar to us; but the following incident, with surprise, you look only about of a wholly domestic character, has, fifty! this picture is known to be Tiwe believe, never yet been appropriated tian's hand, who died a hundred and lo scenic representation, though pre- fifty years ago! Good God! how senting abundant sources of interest. strange - who are you ?-is it pos
“ The beautiful and accomplished wife sible?' 'It is not easy to know what of Antonio de Ricci had long resisted is possible, or who I am,' replied the the dishonourable proposals of a rich mysterious being gravely: It is no and powerful noble, allied to the family crime to resemble Titian's picture.'of the reigning doge. Accidentally dis. The noble retired; he was haunted covering the seducer's designs, and his with the idea of the stranger. He went ceaseless importunities, the lady's hus- next day, and was told he had taken his band, being known to many of their departure." common friends, publicly charged the templer of her honour with his base
" THERE WAS AN HOUR." and unmanly perseverance in such a pursuit. Relying on bis rank and in
For the Olio. fluence, the patrician, in place of offer
There was an hour! There was an hour! ing the least apology, declared before
Ere care had tinged my soul, the assembled merchants on the Rialto, When, through the distant future-years, that whether agreeable or not, he was
Each pleasure seem'd to roll: determined io carry his point; it was
And, in ibat hour, I never deem'd
llow few those pleasures were; an affair between the lady and hiniself. Nor dreamt that scenes so sweetly drawn This reply stung Antonio to the quick, ('ould vanish into air ! and drawing his sword swift as light- There was an hour, when Love bad wreatb'd ning, he flew on his enemy and laid
His roses op my brow; him dead at his feet. He then effected And then I scarcely saw the thorns
Tbat wound so keenly now : his escape, but a reward was offered I deem'd the op'ning buds would grow for his head; and such were the mis To flowers as sweet as fair; fortunes that befel his wife and family, For I bought that blights could scarcely throw as to reduce them to the last stage of
Their with'ring poison there! destitution.
There was an hour, when gentle Peace Learning their extreme Seem'd smiling on my way; misery, and determined to afford them But I saw not half the mazy paths, relief, the father and the husband se Through which my progress lay: cretly returned to Venice, and accom
I thought the heart that would incline
To meditation's cell, panied hy his wife, two daughters, and Might there in quiet 'scape the storms his young son, delivered himself up Which trouble's blasts compel. bound to the officers of justice, claiming There was an hour, when Fancy fired at the same time from the Council of My yearning soul anew ; Ten the sum due to those who brought And, on fair Fiction's goiden wings
Imagination flew ! him there alive or dead. "That,' he Apd I thought the active scenes she exclaimed, is due to this woman and Might well divided be; her daughiers.' Their tears and cries, the dark opes to Oblivion's cave,
The brighter ones to me! however, too truly evinced the kind of interest ihey took in the prisoner, and There was an hour! There was an hour! so struck were the members of the coun When Truth compellid my ear, cil with the boldness and magnanimity To leave the syren Hope's sweet lay, of the action, that turning to Antonio, When, from my spell-bound eyes she cast after hearing his tale of wrongs and suf The gorgeous mist they drew, fering endured from his powerful ri And, driving for th' enchanted scene, val, they recalled the edict against his
Display'd a varied view! life, and restored him to his family and There was an hour-oh! sad to tell !
When love itself could pain; his friends.
And I found that roses, when they're deady “In the year 1578, a stranger suddenly Can never bloom again!
When I saw, that cank'ring uliglots may cause year, and fruitive promise of his parents The sweetest to decay;
realised. However much the lookingAnd that budding blossoms, freqently, Die withering away.
glass is peeped into with complacent There was an hour, when trouble came,
glances ; though the new shoes hit the Like a whirlwind from the air,
foor cloth and skip over the carpets To tear me from my dearest joys,
with no merciful touches or unwearied And every prospect fair: When I learnt that life has more of cloud
flights: though the braided jacket or Than of sunshine in its day,
frock coat is a most promising garAnd that he most feels the om who most ment, and the waistcoa with its braces, Depended on the ray!
a pretty ornamental covering for the There was an hour, when Fancy's self chest; yet the trousers are the tout au
Seem d sinking from my breast; And I felt how lonely 'tis to be
fuit- the trousers are the subject of By the inward glow unblest!
rapturous exultation ! Behold the Oh! dark as the deep to Noal's dove, pockets! How large and deep ! Each
When she sought ihe green-boughi tree, hand plunged in arm-depth on each side, Was this gloomy solitude of thought, In place of my dreams, to me!
and with self-sufficient stride the finger
tips fathom the vacuum ; and the mind There is an hour: There is an hour! is already in possession of the stores
That sometimes, yet, I know;
given by parents and relatives. Let's Some trace of their early glow :
Uncle and aunt--so much. When the flowers of love seem blooming still, Thomas the bachelor, and Timothy the To the sun of the summer sky;
merchant-so much. Grandmother and And it seems (so sweet do they scent the air),
Miss Davies--so much. How rich I That their fragrance cannot die! There is an honr, that still I know,
shall be. I wonder if the pockets will When Hope's composing song
hold it all? Thus, the fists seem to Would almost lead the heart to think
clench the imagined stores and the Its unbelief was wrong!
treasure with impatience, is in perspectWhen Reason points to pohler themes, Than the dreams of youth could tell,
ive. The old maxim hinted at, and And beckons on where Virtue mild,
which is a paradox to a youth, is mind And meek Conteutment dwell.
the money burns not a hole in your There is an liour (though once I deem'd pocket!'“ Impossible, sir.” To me that sun was set,)
Worthy reader -thou art a misgivWhen Fancy's sun Its mi der beams Sbeds on me brightly yet!
ing creature if thou wilt not be remindAny as it down the circle tends,
ed of this, when thou wert wont to strut To where th' horizon lies,
in 'no borrowed plumes,' and thy sum It leads thoughts where earth appears
of gift-tokens was not 'grievously to To ningle with the skies !
be borne,' but almost too great for thy There is an hour! There is an hour ! When lioliest thoughts will spring,
headpiece and arithmetic to count. And bear the soul its loftiest dight
Didst thou not fetch the silver sixUpon their sacred wing; on the bear where Virtue, Love, and Peace, pences new from the mint, and the copTheir brightest charms display,
pers out of their hiding-places, and jinIn a beam of bliss that shall not cease
gle them together, even at church to Through Heav'n's eternal day !
the annoyance of thy devotional nurse ? R. JARMAN.
and, when a'ter persuasions as strong THE CHARMS OF A FIRST SUIT.
as arguments, thou wast advised to put
thy birth-day suit collection into a slit BY A TOM-BOY. For the Olio,
mouthed box to save thee from ruin and
a spendthrifi choice; but, in defiance, Behold! I have money in both pockets. as a right, an inalienable privilege,
thou didst venture to the toyshop, and Tell me not of the proud arrivals to tumbling the said shop topsy-turvy, manhood when the heir comes into his swagger home with a drum, a sword, estates and titles; tell me not of the and a bugle, in the superb dignity of a glories which the miser feels, like those liege soldier. Thy grandfather's walkof the Jew in Ivanhoe that drops delight ing stick was abandoned and the rattle edly the genuine shechins into his discarded. Whatever those around weighty bag, ringing melody to his ear thee thought of the discord, thy noise and sanguine soul. Nothing in natural was beaten in greater harmony to thy existence exceeds the heartfelt joy ear; and the supplies of thy pockets which the boy exults in, when he throws yet wrought more tricks and whimsies off the nursery coil and flings the in ihan a brief sentence can depict. Such, fant robes disdainfully aside for ever ; however, are some of the pleasures of when he puts on the new “Birth Day' a new suit to a boy. And a sigh will suit, the talking subject of the last be drawn forth when the money is