And one, his little hand in hers, She clasped her father's knees and spoke, While D'Arcy as before looked on, Tho' from his manly cheek was gone "His praises from your lips I heard, And, if in aught his Sire has erred, She, whom in joy, in grief you nursed; On her you thought-but to be kind! Two kneeling at your feet behold; One-one how young;-nor yet the other old. Oh spurn them not-nor look so cold— If Jacqueline be cast away, Her bridal be her dying day. -Well, well might she believe in you! He shook his aged locks of snow; "That very look thy mother wore When she implored, and old Le Roc consented. True, I have erred and will atone; For still I love him as my own. And now, in my hands, yours with his unite; All hearts shall sing 'Adieu to sorrow!' Had Louis* then before the gate dismounted, Lost in the chase at set of sun; Louis the Fourteenth. Like Henry when he heard recounted* Sung, while he supped, her chansonnette) To love, and to be loved again. Alluding to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth of France similar to ours of "The King and Miller of Mansfield." THE ARGUMENT. Introduction... Ringing of Bells in a neighbouring Village on the Birth of an Heir... General Reflections on Human Life ... The Subject proposed . . . Childhood... Youth ... Manhood... Love... Marriage ... Domestic Happiness and Affliction... War . . . Peace... Civil Dissension ... Retirement from Active Old Age and its Enjoyments... Conclusion. Life... |