Then Jacqueline the silence broke. While D'Arcy as before looked on, "His praises from your lips I heard, Till my And, if in aught his Sire has erred, She, whom in joy, in grief you nursed; By that dear name conjures On her you thought-but to be kind! Two kneeling at your feet behold; One-one how young;-nor yet the other old. Her bridal be her dying day. Well, well might she believe in you!— He shook his aged locks of snow; And twice he turned, and rose to go. "Oh no-begone! I'll hear no more." But, as he spoke, his voice relcnted. "That very look thy mother wore When she implored, and old Le Roc consented. -Nor can❜st thou, D'Arcy, feel resentment long; And that dear Saint-may she once more descend But now, in my hands, your's with her's unite. 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, Like Henry, when he heard recounted + Louis the Fourteenth. † Alluding to a popular story related of Henry the Fourth of France; similar to ours of " The King and Miller of Mansfield." (That night the miller's maid Colette Sung, while he supped, her chansonnette) To love, and to be loved again. |