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Now, though warier grown, without all guile or suspicion,

Ripe in wisdom was he, but patient, and simple, and childlike.

He was beloved by all, and most of all by the

children;

280 For he told them tales of the Loup-garou in the

forest,

And of the goblin that came in the night to water

the horses,

And of the white Létiche, the ghost of a child who unchristened

Died, and was doomed to haunt unseen the chambers of children;

And how on Christmas eve the oxen talked in the

stable,

285 And how the fever was cured by a spider shut up in a nutshell,

And of the marvellous powers of four-leaved clover and horseshoes,

With whatsoever else was writ in the lore of the

village.

280. The Loup-garou, or were-wolf, is, according to an old superstition especially prevalent in France, a man with power to turn himself into a wolf, which he does that he may devour children. In later times the superstition passed into the more innocent one of men having a power to charm wolves.

282. Pluquet relates this superstition, and conjectures that the white, fleet ermine gave rise to it.

284. A belief still lingers among the peasantry of England, as well as on the continent, that at midnight, on Christmas eve, the cattle in the stalls fall down on their knees in adoration of the infant Saviour, as the old legend says was done in the stable at Bethlehem.

285. In like manner a popular superstition prevailed in Engand that ague could be cured by sealing a spider in a goosequill and hanging it about the neck.

290

Then up rose from his seat by the fireside Basil the blacksmith,

Knocked from his pipe the ashes, and slowly extending his right hand,

"Father Leblanc," he exclaimed, "thou hast heard the talk in the village,

And, perchance, canst tell us some news of these ships and their errand."

Then with modest demeanor made answer the no

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"Gossip enough have I heard, in sooth, yet am never the wiser;

And what their errand may be I know no better

than others.

295 Yet am I not of those who imagine some evil in

tention

Brings them here, for we are at peace; and why

then molest us ?"

"God's name!" shouted the hasty and somewhat irascible blacksmith;

"Must we in all things look for the how, and the why, and the wherefore?

Daily injustice is done, and might is the right of the strongest!"

300 But, without heeding his warmth, continued the notary public,

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"Man is unjust, but God is just; and finally jus

tice

Triumphs; and well I remember a story, that often

consoled me,

When as a captive I lay in the old French fort at

Port Royal."

302. This is an old Florentine story; in an altered form it is the theme of Rossini's opera of La Gazza Ladra.

This was the old man's favorite tale, and he loved

to repeat it

305 When his neighbors complained that any injustice was done them.

"Once in an ancient city, whose name I no longer remember,

Raised aloft on a column, a brazen statue of Jus

tice

Stood in the public square, upholding the scales in its left hand,

And in its right a sword, as an emblem that justice presided

310 Over the laws of the land, and the hearts and homes of the people.

Even the birds had built their nests in the scales

of the balance,

Having no fear of the sword that flashed in the sunshine above them.

But in the course of time the laws of the land

were corrupted;

Might took the place of right, and the weak were oppressed, and the mighty

315 Ruled with an iron rod. Then it chanced in a nobleman's palace

That a necklace of pearls was lost, and erelong &

suspicion

Fell on an orphan girl who lived as maid in the

household.

She, after form of trial condemned to die on the

scaffold,

Patiently met her doom at the foot of the statue

of Justice.

320 As to her Father in heaven her innocent spirit

ascended,

Lo! o'er the city a tempest rose; and the bolts of

the thunder

Smote the statue of bronze, and hurled in wrath from its left hand

Down on the pavement below the clattering scales of the balance,

And in the hollow thereof was found the nest of a

magpie,

25 Into whose clay-built walls the necklace of pearls was inwoven."

330

Silenced, but not convinced, when the story was ended, the blacksmith

Stood like a man who fain would speak, but findeth no language;

All his thoughts were congealed into lines on his face, as the vapors

Freeze in fantastic shapes on the window-panes in the winter.

Then Evangeline lighted the brazen lamp on the table,

Filled, till it overflowed, the pewter tankard with home-brewed

Nut-brown ale, that was famed for its strength in the village of Grand-Pré;

While from his pocket the notary drew his papers and inkhorn,

Wrote with a steady hand the date and the age of the parties,

335 Naming the dower of the bride in flocks of sheep

and in cattle.

Orderly all things proceeded, and duly and wel'

were completed,

And the great seal of the law was set like a sun

on the margin.

Then from his leathern pouch the farmer threw on the table

Three times the old man's fee in solid pieces of

silver;

340 And the notary rising, and blessing the bride and the bridegroom,

Lifted aloft the tankard of ale and drank to their

welfare.

Wiping the foam from his lip, he solemnly bowed and departed,

While in silence the others sat and mused by the fireside,

Till Evangeline brought the draught-board out of

its corner.

345 Soon was the game begun. In friendly contention

the old men

Laughed at each lucky hit, or unsuccessful ma

nœuvre,

Laughed when a man was crowned, or a breach was made in the king-row.

Meanwhile apart, in the twilight gloom of a window's embrasure,

Sat the lovers and whispered together, beholding

the moon rise

350 Over the pallid sea and the silvery mist of the

meadows.

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of

heaven,

Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of

the angels.

Thus was the evening passed. Anon the bell from the belfry

344. The word draughts is derived from the circumstance of drawing the men from one square to another.

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