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And o'er her while she siept, they spread and the marriage is solemnized with: The shadow of their wings. all the imposing splendour of the

Greek church. The ceremonies are So when an Evil Dream drew nigh described with considerable minutes

They barr'd him from access, ness and accurate learning. Twelve Nor suffer'd him to reach her with

years pass over the heads of the marA breath of sinfulness.

ried couple, in the blessings of mutual

love and worldly felicity. Eleëion But with his instigations they

makes a good and faithful husband, A hallowing influence blent,

Cyra an obedient and faithful wite. And made his fiendish ministry

All goes well with them outwardly : Subserve to their intent.

and Eleëmon had been most ble:sed,

“ were all things as they seem;" but Thus while in troubled sleep she lay, Strange impulses were given,

still the consciousness of his lost state Emotions earthly and of eartb,

oppresses him ; and a small red mark With heavenly ones of Heaven,

remains indelibly impressed where the

reed drew out his heart-blood.
And now the nightingale hath ceased
Her strain, who all night long

No occupation from his mind,
Hath in the garden rosier trill'd

That constant sense can keep;
A rich and rapturous song.

It is present in his waking hours,.

It is present in his sleep;
The storks on roof and dome and tower
Forbear their clattering din,

But still he felt it most,
As now the motions and the sounds And with painfullest weight it prest, , ,
Of daily life begin.

O miserable man!

When he was bappiest.
Then as from dreams that seem'd no

O miserable man,
The wondering Maid awoke,

Who hath all the world to friend,
A low sweet voice was in ber ear ;

Yet dures not in prosperity
Such as we might expect to hear

Remember his latter end!
If some Good Angel spoke.

But happy man, whate'ir
According with her dreams, it said,

His earthly lot may be,' " So, Cyra, must it be;

Who looks on Death as the Angel The duties of a wedded lise

That shall set his spirit free. Hath Heaven ordain'd for thee."

Here we may observe how judicious. Proterius, the father of Cyra, dies, ly Mr Southey has improved upon the full of days and good works, and his original legend, which says merely, daughter receives comfort from his " ille corruptor animarum Draco des. last blessing. But her miserable bus. tinat dæmones fornicationi præpositos, band, louder and louder, hears the et exardescere faciunt puellam ad amo- voice within hiin—" Eleë iron, Elcë. rem pueri, quæ projecit se in pavi- mon, thou art sold to the demon," mentum, et cæpit clamare ad patrem ; and, living, feels what is meant by Miserere mei, miserere : quia atrociter everlasting death. The good old inan torqueor propter talem puerum nosis buried with boly rites and hymns. trum!" Mr Southey's version is as Bishop Basil is one who bears the bier, superior in sentiment as his clear, sim, and by his side, as the nearest kinsple, elegant English to the Monkish ma:), Eleëmon paces, with a look of Latin. The pious maiden is made a grief, which the beholders, in chablessed instrument by an evil agency- ritable ignorance, ascribe to his deep even the emissaries of hell are sanctie and grateful sorrow for the departed, fied by her purity-and she obeys the little weening what thoughts the words supposed mandate of supreme wisdom of the funeral psalm are wakeningwithout a stain upon her virgin mo- “ Gather my saints together," saith desty.

the Lord, “and they that have made The father consents-the destinca a covenant with me." He, 100, has nun must become a mortal's bride, made a covenant, apd cannot forget

with whom. He strives to close his And, tho' the form revered was gone, ears against the sound, and hears a ra.

A clear, unearthly light
ven's croak; it comes from the barren Pemain'd, encompassing the bed,
elm that shaded the heathen's tomb-

When all around was night.
To him it seem'd a hollow voice
That warn'd him of his doom;

It narrow'd as she gazed ;
For the tree whereon the raven sate,

And soon she saw it rest, Grew over the Pagan's tomb.

Concentred, like an eye of light,

Upon her husband's breast.
When weariness would let her
No longer pray and weep,

Not doubting now the presence
And midnight long was past,

Of some good presiding power,
Then Cyra fell asleep.

Collectedness as well as strength

Was given her in this hour.
Into that wretched sleep she sunk
Which only sorrow knows,

And rising half, the while in deep
Wherein the exhausted body rests,

But troubled sleep he lay,
But the heart hath no repose.

She drew the covering from his breast

With cautious hand away.
Of her Father she was dreaming,
Still aware that he was dead,

The small round blood-red mark she saw; When, in the visions of the night,

Eleëmon felt her not ;
He stood beside her bed.

But in his sleep he groan'd, and cried,

“ Out! out ... accursed spot!" Crown'd, and in robes of light be came; She saw he had found grace;

The darkness of surrounding niglit And yet there seem'd to be

Closed then upon that eye of light. A trouble in his face.

She waited for the break

Of day, and lay the while in prayer The eye and look were still the same

For that poor sinner's sake... That she from her cradle knew; And he put forth his hand, and blest her,

The blessed wife, by the strong As he had been wont to do.

torture of affectionate supplications,

forces from her husband the dreadful But then the smile benign

secret at what price he had purchased Of love forsook his face,

her. She seizes his arm, and hurries And a sorrowful displeasure him away to the bishop, to the saintly Came darkly in its place;

Basil, renowned for potency in prayer.

It is among the mightiest spells of And he cast on Elec'mon

Catholicism, that while it denounces A melancholy eye,

inevitable perdition on all without its And sternly said, “ I bless thee not,.. boundaries, it proclaims not humble Bondsman! tlou know'est wliy!” hope, but absolute assurance, to the

most miserable sinners that acknow Again to Cyra then he turn'd,

ledge its authority. Not content with “ Let not thy husband rest,

teaching salvation, the Church of the Till he bath wash'd away with tears

Seven Hills assumes the power of beThe red spot from his breast !

stowing it, and ascribes to her mortal

ministers an absolute command over "Hold fast thy hope, and Heaven will not

the issues of eternity-a prerogative Forsake thee in thine hour :

to dispense with the laws of Heaven, Good Angels will be near thee, And Evil ones shall fear thee,

and to cancel the bonds of Hell. But And Faith will give thee power."

remission was not quite so cheap in St

Basil's time as at present. Eleëmon, Perturb’d, yet comforted, she woke,

the loved, the honoured, is doomed to For in her waking ear

public penance, and is cried by the The words were heard which promised her

town.crier of Cæsarea as the slave of A strength above all fear. the Demon, the slave who sold him

self, for love, and was fain to become An odour, that refresh'd no less à mendicant for good Christians' pray. Her spirit with its blessedness ers; and yet so desperate is his case,

Than her corporeal frame, that Basil himself, rather in pity than Was breathed around, and she surely found in hope, forbade him to despair. But

That from Paradise it came. Faith, which can hope against hope, and believes the more earnestly from And in that lowliest attitude the consciousness of unbelief, is with The suffering sinner pray'd. the sinner; and now Eleëmon must pass as it were through the Valley of A strong temptation of the Fiend, the Shadow of Death. He must await, Which bade him despair and die, in the holy relic-room, among skulls

He with the aid of Scripture and ashes, crowns of thorns, and pails,

Had faithfully put by; swords, racks, all monuments of flesh

And then, as with a dawning hope, deceased or tortured, the fierce assault

He raised this contrite cry: of demons clamorous for their due

“ O that mine eyes were fountains ! a more than mortal fight with ghostly enemies. The affectionate Cyra would

If the good grace of Heaven bave stood the contest with him that

Would give me tears, methinks, I then

Might hope to be forgiven!" gave up all for her ; but it might not be. Though the desire was pious, it

To that meek prayer a short loud laugh was forbidden. He must struggle

From fiendish lips replied: alone and be saved, if by Heaven's

Close at his ear be felt it, good grace he be saved, as if by fire.

And it sounded on every side.
Alone was Eleëmon left

From the four walls and the voulted roof
For mercy on Heaven to call;

A shout of mockery rung; Deep and unceasing were his prayers,

And the echoing ground repeated the But not a tear would fall.


Which peal'd above, and below, and His lips were parch’d, his head was hot,

around, His eyeballs throbb'd with heat ;

From many a fiendish tongue.
And in that utter silence
He could hear his temples beat.

The lamps went out at that hideous shout;

But darkness had there no place,
But cold his feet, and cold his hands ;

For the room was fill'd with a lurid light
And at his heart there lay
An icy coldness unrelieved,

That came from a Demon's face.
While he pray'd the livelong day :

It will easily be conjectured, that

Eleëmon is finally victorious. Though A long, long day! It past away the agony of that night turns his hair In dreadful expectation;

white, and leaves him as one whose Yet free throughout the day was he heart has been cleft in twain, yet be From outward molestation. has grace to throw away the worser

half-so that Basil, entering the ghastNor sight appear'd, nor voice was heard, ly apartment at morning, sees outward Tho' every moment both he fear'd. signs of a mighty change within. He The Spirits of the Air

crosses himself and returns thanks, Were busy the while in infusing and speaks to the penitent words of Suggestions of despair.

consolation. Still Eleëmon cannot

weep-sad is the state of one that And he in strong endeavour still

must pray for tears. Meanwhile Cyra Against them strove with earnest will;

has abode with the Abbess Emmelia, Heart-piercing was his cry, Basil's mother, continuing steadfastly Heart-breathed his groaning ; but it

in prayer, so that the holy virgins, seem'd

and the widows indeed, are edified That the source of tears was dry.

with her faith, and the labour of her And now had evening closed;

love ; and now she makes request

through the Abbess to see the peni. The dim lamp-light alone On the stone cross, and the marble walls,

tent, of whose deadly sin she has been And the shrines of the Martyrs, shone

the unweeting and unwilling occasion.

The boon is granted-Basil bids the Before the Cross Eleëmon lay;

innocent come in. Sadly and slow she His knees were on the ground;

advances--the toil and anguish of one Courage enough to touch the Cross night has done more than years of Itself he had not found.

sickness to change her countenance.

“Thou hast prayed in vain for tears," But on the steps of the pedestal says she, “ while I have poured a

His lifted hands were laid ;


u Mine flow, and they will flow; they Gave to the wife a right in hiin; must;

And we on this might stand.
They cannot be represt !
And oh that they might wash away

" Thy claim iipon the man was by The stigma from thy breast !"

Thy silence then forsaken; Her tenderness communicates its A marriage thus by thee procured healing infection, and he that could May not by thee be shaken; not weep for himself sheds copious And thou, O Satan, as thou seest, showers of sympathy; and then the

In thine own snare art taken !" weight is taken off, and the accursed spot has vanished, and all with one

So Basil said, and paused awhile ; accord fall down and give thanks.

The Arch-Fiend answer'd not; But Satan will not be so ousted.

But he heaved in vexation He agreed to meet the Saint and the

A sulpburous sigh for the Bishop's vocaPenitent in the face of the congrega

tion, tion, and in the full church, as the

And thus to himself he thought ; words of absolution are pronouncing. 'n The Law thy calling ought to have been, He appears to make good his claim.

With thy wit so ready, and tongue so free! " The writing is confess'd;..

To prove by reason in reason's despite, No plea against it shown;..

That right is wrong, and wrong is right, The forfeiture is mine,

And wbite is black, and black is white, . . And now I take my own!"

What a loss have I had in thee !" " Hold there !" cried Basil, with a voice “ I rest not here,” the Saint pursued; That arrested him on his way,

" Tho' thou in this mayst see, When from the screen he would have that in the meshes of thine own net swoopt

I could entangle thee!
To pounce upon his prey;

“ Fiend ! thou thyself didst bring about " Hold there, I say! Thou canst not sue

The spousal celebration,
Upon this Bond by law!

Which link'd them by the nuptial tie
A sorry legalist were he

For both their souls' salvation, Who could not in thy boasted plea Detect its fatal flaw.

Thou sufferedst them before high Heaven

With solemn rites espoused to be, The Deed is null, for it was framed

Then and for evermore, for time With fraudulent intent;

And for eternity. : A thing unlawful in itself; A wicked instrument,..

“That tie holds good; those rites Not to be pleaded in the Courts...

Will reach their whole intent; Sir Fiend, thy cause is shent !

And thou of his salvation wert

Thyself the instrument. * This were enough; but, more than this, A maxim, as thou knowest, it is

“And now, methinks, thou seest in this Whereof all Laws partake,

A higher power than thine; That no one may of his own wrong And that thy ways were overruled, His own advantage make.

To work the will divine ?"

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· Were they as scarlet red,

“ Angels that are in bliss above They should be ubite as wool;

This triumpla of Redeeining Love This is the All-inighty's Covenant,

Will witness, and rejoice;
Who is All-merciful!

And ye shall now in thunder hear

Heaven's ratifying voice!"
“ His Minister ain I !
In his All.mighty name

A peal of thunder shook the pile ;
To this repentant sinner

The Church was fill'd with light, God's pardon 1 proclaim !

And when the flash was past, the Fiend

Had vanish'd from their sight. " In token that against his soul

The sin shall no longer stand, He fled as he came, butin anger and shame; The writing is effaced, wbich there

The pardon was complete,
Thou holdest in thy hand ! And the impious scroll was dropt, a blank

At Eleëmon's feet.


Thus endeth the former tale. In the Saint and the Devil may perhaps the ease of its structure and versifica, excite a smile,--but why may not a tion, and the straightforward simpli, saint be a wit, and use the Devil's city of the parrative, it classes with weapon to defeat the fiend himself? the minstrel ballad. But there is no We have been so large in our exstudious or obtrusive imitation-none tracts from “ All for Love,” that we of that affected archaism, which is so must be very brief in our notice of preposterously modern Gothic, and so the “ Pilgrim to Compostella." It is a justly to be compared to the smoky mere good-natured joke-an honest impositions of knavish picture-dealers. laugh at Roman Catholic credulity, in It is no easy matter, in these enlight, which the conclave of Cardinals might ened days, to tell a story of marvels join-a merry Christmas tale, suppoa or miracles, as if you believed it your sed to be related by “old Gaffer self, or expected to be believed. Sneers Grey," to a rosy fire-side of “good at the presumption and scepticism little men and women.” We are as of the present generation, are not sured, however, in a note, (apropos likely means to conciliate even poetic of potes, we wish Mr Southey would credence. Metaphysical arguments translate his Spanish quotations,)“that in favour of supernatural agency, are it is an actual Legend, seriously put still worse ; and the circumstantial forth by Mother Church for the edi. minuteness with which some authors fication of her faithful children.” We atleinpt to delineate their apparitions hate to“ mar a curious tale in telling and magical operations, generally be- it;" and it would be next to impossible, trays a conscious purpose of deception either by a prose abridgment, or by On the first perusal, we were almost partial selections, to give any idea of suspicious of a latent irony in Mr the naïveté, and nursery-song simpli. Southey's legend. In the high spirits city, in which Mr Southey has disa of youth, he was rather prone to laugh guised his Protestant salire. He has at his Satanic Majesty, and never really made “a right merry conceited seems to have considered lovers' pains history," out of an absurd and auda. as matters of deep and tragic sympa. cious lie. The fable is just this: A thy. But upon better thoughts, we family set forth trom Aquitaine to visit are convinced that he is in earnest. the shrine of St James, at ComposHe does not, perhaps, literally hold tella, whither, according to the Catho. the strange tale devoutly true, but he lic faith, the decapitated body ot' that intends it for a solemn representation saint was conveyed from l'alestine, of essential truths. He conceives and (miraculously of course,) in a ship of expresses the full and passionate faith marble. At a certain small town by with which it would have been re. the way, their son Pierre is tempted ceived in those simpler ages, when by the innkeeper's daughter. Like a faith was esteemed a duty of the heart second Joseph, he resists the immo-a meritorious sacrifice precious in dest damsel ; like Potiphar's wife, she proportion to its difficulty. The legal converts her love to hate, and accuses quirks and subtle special pleadings of the virtuous youth of a capital crime.

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