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Then Jacqueline the silence broke.
She clasped her father's knees and spoke,
Her brother kneeling too;
While D'Arcy as before looked on,
Tho' from his manly cheek was gone
Its natural hue.
“ His praises from your lips I heard,
Till fond heart was won;
And, if in aught his Sire has erred,
Oh turn not from the Son!
She, whom in joy, in grief you nursed;
Who climbed and called you father first,
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.

hung; and was St. Pierre to blame, If tears and smiles together came?


- That

“Oh no--begone! I 'll hear no more." But, as he spoke, his voice relented.

very look thy mother wore When she implored, and old Le Roc consented. True, I have done as well as 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. 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!

Nor let the least be sent away.
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 chase at set of sun;
Like Henry, when he heard recounted +
The generous deeds himself had done,

* 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)
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.

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