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by the refusal of the match. Threatened to march a hundred thousand men into the land, and "bring her in a whirlwind." He refuses his son's petition to make the wooing a little more gentle, who offers to go with his two friends and clear the matter up.
But when the council broke I rose and past
Thro' the wild woods that hung about the town;
What were those fancies? wherefore break her troth?
A wind arose and rush'd upon the south,
And shook the songs, the whispers, and the shrieks
Went with it" Follow, follow, thou shalt win."
The three friends steal away unperceived, and reach safely the frontier.
Down from the bastion'd walls we dropt by night,
His name was Gama; crack'd and small his voice;
Not like a king, &c.
He acknowledges the contract, but adds that his daughter had two friends, widows, Lady Psyche and Lady Blanche, who fed her with theories of woman's equality, till she was wild to found a university for maidens in a summer-palace he had given to her. He however offers to
give the Prince letters to her, to enable him to attempt with more success his enterprise, though he rates his chances almost at nothing. Stopping at a hostelry near the frontier they learnt from the host how fully in all things the gentler sex had usurped the land.
He always made a point to post with mares;
His daughter and his housemaid were the boys.
Was tilled by women; all the swine were sows,
The author is too delicate to tell us what the dogs were; but probably the word will be found in the commencement of a poem called Christabell, by a poet who was not so fastidious.
The Prince and his two friends disguised themselves in female attire, mounted their horses (we presume not side-saddles, but looking rather like Mr. Etty's Joan of Arc), and pushed for the convent-castle.
We rode till midnight, when the college lights
* Mr. Coleridge, we presume, is the anonymous person alluded to in the Quarterly Review, Dec. 1847, p. 9, "as a celebrated poet, philosopher, and serious writer," to whom the witticism belongs which is given by Lord Campbell to a lawyer who applied it to Lord Eldon," as being a buttress and not a pillar of the church :" he was not seen inside of it, while at the same time he supported it.-REV.
A little street, half garden and half house,
Of fountains spouted up, and showering down
The Prince sent in a note, saying
"Three ladies of the northern empire pray
Your highness would enroll them with your own
Appropriate dresses are brought them, and they are introduced to the Princess, who is a little astonished at the bulk and size of the strange ladies.
"What are the ladies of your land so tall?"
On their dismissal they repaired to Lady Psyche's, their governess,
As we entered in
There sat along the forms, like morning doves
That sun their milky bosoms on the thatch,
who was reading a lecture to the doves in disparagement of that part of the human race who have beards on their chins, and proving by sundry examples well chosen, that the petticoat-wearers are their equals, and therefore for the future there should be
And everywhere the broad and bounteous earth
Lady Psyche, however, had through his disguise discovered her brother Florian, and she threatens to inform the Princess; but, between compliments, flattery, and arguments, showered on her by the three traitors, she is reconciled to silence, and no wonder; for what maid could resist "such silver sounds of sweetness" as these:
"Are you that Psyche," Florian ask'd, "to whom
In gentler days your arrow-wounded fawn
Came flying, while you sat beside the well?
The creature laid his muzzle on your lap,
And sobb'd, and you sobb'd with it, and the blood
Was sprinkled on your kirtle, and you wept.
That was fawn's blood-not brother's,-yet you wept!
Oh, by the bright head of my little niece,
You were that Psyche, and what are you now?"
"You are that Psyche," Cyril said again,
"The mother of the sweetest little maid
That ever crow'd for kisses," &c.
She at the same time makes them promise to slip away "to-day, or tomorrow, or soon," as silently as they came, to which, albeit loth, they engage. But in the mean time a young girl, Melissa, the daughter of Lady Blanche, listens and overhears what has passed; she however promises
secrecy, and would not "give those gallant gentlemen to death." So they put their hoods over their faces, and walked away in safety for the present. Meanwhile they all go to dinner.
A double-rouged and treble-wrinkled dame,
And smooth'd a petted peacock down with that:
Or, under arches of the marble bridge,
Hung shadow'd from the heat some hid and sought
Above the fountain-jets and back again
With laughter: others lay about the lawns,
Of the older sort, and murmur'd that their May
The next morning Melissa arrives with the sad intelligence that her mother, the Lady Blanche, has discovered the secret; and her suspicions being confirmed by her daughter's blushes and behaviour, she has gone to inform the Princess. Cyril, who is the jovial wag of the party, undertakes to soften the old beldame, and partly by cajolery, by flattery, and temptation, obtains a kind of short and conditional reprieve, The Princess gives notice of a geological expedition she means to undertake in the afternoon on horseback, as the Oxford Professor of the same science used to do to Hedington and other quarries.
The Princess rode to take
The dip of certain strata to the North.
The Prince rides by her side, and they have a long and ingenious proand-con argument touching love and marriage, and the superiority of the sexes, in which the princess has a decided advantage, for she is a woman of masculine understanding, firm will, and extended views; e. g. she says
Would, indeed, we had been,
In lieu of many mortal flies, a race
Of giants, living each a thousand years,
That we might see our own work out, and watch
The sandy footprint harden into stone.
The Prince puts rather a delicate question to the Princess,-how it happens that, amidst all her schools of science, there was not one of anatomy. She confesses that it was not much suited for her sex to practise, but adds that they all profess physic and the leech-craft; and then she passes off in a little flight of metaphysics.
Let there be light and there was light: 'tis so:
For was, and is, and will be, are but is;
And all creation is one act at once,
The birth of light but we that are not all,
As parts, can see but parts, now this, now that,
And live, perforce from thought to thought, and make
One act a phantom of succession: thus
Our weakness somehow shapes the shadow, Time;
The tents are ordered to be pitched upon the sward, and the viands laid
At the word, they raised
A tent of satin, elaborately wrought
With fair Corinna's triumph; here she stood,
In the dark crag: and then we turn'd, we wound
Grew broader toward his death, and fell, and all
While fruit and flowers, and viands and wine in golden flagons were piled on tables in the tent, and while the guests were reposing on broidered couches, a maiden was commanded to sing, and thus she sweetly sang:
Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean,
In looking on the happy autumn-fields
Ah, sad and strange as in dark summer dawns
The casement slowly grows a glimmering square;
Dear as remember'd kisses after death,
This song is too tender and passionate for the approbation of the heroic Princess," Prælia virgo dura pati," and she hopes a nobler strain from the disguised Prince.
Then I remember'd one myself had made
What time I watch'd the swallow winging south
From mine own land, part made long since, and part
As I could ape their treble, did I sing.
O tell her, Swallow, thou that knowest each,
O Swallow, Swallow, if I could follow, and light
Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love,
To clothe herself, when all the woods are green ?
O Swallow, flying from the golden woods,
Fly to her, and pipe and woo her, and make her mine,
The sweet, simple, and beautiful little poem, worthy of Bion, or Moschus, or Meleager, was not acceptable to the virtuous and virgin Princess; the ladies stared on the singer with their great eyes, and the Princess read him another lecture. Cyril, in the mean time, had been too intimate with the wine-flask, and volunteered
To troll a careless, careless tavern-catch,
Of Moll and Meg, and strange experiences,
I frowning-Psyche flush'd and wann'd and shook;
The lily-like Melissa droop'd her brows.
"Forbear," the Princess cried; "Forbear, SIR," I;
I smote him on the breast; he started up;
There rose a shriek, as of a city sack'd;
Melissa clamoured, "Flee the death ;"-" To horse,"
Said Lady Ida; and fled at once, as flies
A troop of snowy doves, athwart the dusk,
A general flight takes place-such as would take place at Miss Steed's seminary at Kensington at the unexpected reading of Don Juan, or the proposal of the Polka by one of the Evangelical young ladies in that select and sedulous establishment.
"Like parting hopes
I heard them passing from me; hoof by hoof,
Plung'd; and the flood drew; yet I caught her; then
The weight of all the hopes of half the world,
GENT. MAG. VOL. XXIX.