At once to fall upon his neck she flew; And trembling stood in dread suspense, Her tears her only eloquence! All, all-the while-an awful distance keeping; Save D'Arcy, who nor speaks nor stirs; And one, his little hand in hers, Who weeps to see his sister weeping. Then Jacqueline the silence broke. She clasped her father's knees and spoke, While D'Arcy as before looked on, Tho' from his manly cheek was gone Its natural hue "His praises from your lips I heard, "Oh turn not from the Son! "She, whom in joy, in grief you nursed; "Who climbed and called you father first, 66 By that dear name conjures "On her you thought-but to be kind! "When looked she up, but you inclined? "These things, for ever in her mind, "Oh are they gone from yours? "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! "She listened, and she found it true." He shook his aged locks of snow; And twice he turned, and rose to go. "That very look thy mother wore "When she implored, and old Le Roc consented. 66 True, I have done-have done and suffered wrong; "Yet once I loved him as my own. "-Nor can❜st thou, D'Arcy, feel resentment long; "For she herself shall plead, and I atone. 66 Henceforth," he paused awhile, unmanned, For D'Arcy's tears bedewed his hand; "Let each meet each as friend to friend, "All things by all forgot, forgiven. "And that dear Saint-may she once more descend "To make our home a heaven! "But now, in my hands, your's with her's unite. "A father's blessing on your heads alight! 6 "All hearts shall sing Adieu to Sorrow!' "St. Pierre has found his child to day; "And old and young shall dance to-morrow." Had Louis* then before the gate dismounted, Lost in the chace at set of sun; *Louis the Fourteenth. Like Henry, when he heard recounted * (That night the miller's maid Colette Sung, while he supped, her chansonnette) Then-when St. Pierre addressed his village train, Then had the monarch with a sigh confessed A joy by him unsought and unpossessed, -Without it what are all the rest? 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." Το Go-you may call it madness, folly; Oh, if you knew the pensive pleasure You would not rob me of a treasure Monarchs are too poor to buy. FROM EURIPIDES. THERE is a streamlet issuing from a rock. The village-girls, singing wild madrigals, Dip their white vestments in its waters clear, Her dark and eloquent eyes, mild, full of fire, |