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The Magic Casque.

A METRICAL LEGEND. For the Olio By T. F.

The shades of night began to fall
Round Maro's ivied castle wall,
The drowsy beetle 'gan to croon
His eirel on the breeze o' June,
And stars from out their cerule cells
Peep'd down on flow'rets dewlit bells,
As glittering in a suit of mail
A warrior gallop'd through the vale :
His falcon eye of sparkling blue,
His clustering locks of raven hue,
The ruddy cheek, the scarless brow,
A visage unalloy'd with woe,
Proclaim'd him yet of tender age,
A novice in life's pilgrimage :
A red plume o'er his helmet stream'd,
A radiant tress beneath it gleam'd,
A little amulet, whose power

More potent far than wizard's spell, Could cheer the gloom of Fortune's hour,

And Sorrow's baleful influence quell. On spurr'd the gallant youth amain V'er darksome glen and moonlit plain, And often as he rode along

Would on his memory dawn a theme, Now bursting from his lips in song, While flash'd his high soul thro' his eyne, 10-VOL. y.

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THE KNIGAT'S SONG.
Be thou cruel, Fate, or kind,
Be thou changeful as the wind,
Hurl me where perpetual gloom,
Enshrouds the world in night's drear noon,
Unheard of perils yet design,
And be those direful perils mine;
Such woes I'd gladly, gaily meet,
To gain at length my lady's feet !
How sweetly o'er yon rising ground,
The pale moon heaves her ample round!
Perchance, fair orb, my bosom's queen
Now gazes on thy same pure beam,
And fondly supplicates thy power
To guide her warrior to her bover :
But may I lose thy cheering light,

And all the guiding powers above-
May perveless fall mine arm in fight

If ere I wrong my lady love.
Now Maro's towers the Knight espies,
Ascending proudly to the skies;
The keep high frowning 'bove the rest,
With banner waving o'er its crest:
The stately spires and portals wide
Proclaim the chieftain's feudal puide ;
Sir Conrade blew till vale and plain
Return'd his lusty bugle-strain;
Nor had the youth much time to wait,
Soon open sprung the pond'rous gate,
And straight the Knight was usher'd in
To join the mirth aud wassailing.

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" Thrice welcome, stranger," Maro cried, Rings loudly o'er the teated ground; And placed the warrior at his side.

And now with proud, exulting glance, “By heaven, Sir Knight, that dazzling tress The fery combatants advance : Proclaims thy lady's loyeliness!

Again the stirring trumpets sound, Yet, be she beauteous as the night,

The bot steed champs, and paws the ground; In all its starry gear bedight,

The busy hum of voices yield, And pure as is thy maiden shield,

And terror marcbes o'er the field. She must to Maro's daughter yield.” " To none," Sir Conrade quick replied,

Begirt in steel of Milan mould, With lowering brow and glance of pride;

Emblazon'd o'er with flowers of gold, “ A fairer maid than she I ween

And throned upon a fiery steed Your mountain island ne'er hath seen."

The chieftain sprung with lightning speed “ Enough then, morning dawn shall prove

To meet the Knight, who onward came Thy loyal bearing to thy love."

With force and fury nigh the same.

They met-he wild tremendous clang Now had the reign of darkness ceased,

For several moments echoing rang ; And morning glimmering in the east,

Yet each, despite the stunning shock, Show'd to our Knight the castle land,

Stood firm as stands the ocean rock, Deck'd o'er with many a glittering band

When thunders roll and lightnings flash, Of noble, lord and lady bright,

And waves around it foam and dash ; Advancing toward the coming fight;

No hurt on either side was given, And forthwith from the archway came

Except that Maro's lance bad riven Of knigbts and dames a goodly train;

The helmet of bis foe in twain, But soaring far beyond the rest,

Whick fell in ghivers on the plain. In smiles of artless beauty drest,

Just at this juncture, from the throng Beside ber bearded sire was seen

A muffled figure sped along; The peerless lady Geraldine !

Beside the Knight he took his stand, Her gentle aspect, full and bright,

And thus quoth he in accents bland Shone sweet as Indian star-lit night;

" Mark me, Sir Knight, I can bestow Her locks adown her shoulders roll'd

A casque, whereon the deadly blow In clustering wreaths of gleaming gold, of mace or brand would fall as light And branching o'er her forehead

pale

As falls on flowers the dews of night, Danced lightly in the autumn gate.

'Tis thine-salute this cross, and swear Our Knight beheld—“By heaven !” he cried, None save thyself the boon shall wear ; " I would, sweet maid, thou wert my bride." Nor let its gleaming round entwine Now, hark, the trumpet's clamorous sound The brow 'twill grace less fair than thine."

This sald, he from his mantle fold
Produced a casqne of radiant gold.
Its crest a hissing dragon seem'd.
And, strange to say, beneath it gleam'd
The auburn tress his lady gave
The morn he cross'd the ocean wave.

Now loud again the trumpets sound,
And to the fray the warriors bound:
The chief hath pierced his foeman's sbield,
And stretch'd him senseless on the field.

Prepare, or else by book and bell
I'll speed thy recreant soul to hell !"
In vain to speak Sir Coprade tried,
The other all he urged denied ;
They metmthe stern, terrific din
Was thunder'd back from loch and lian:
Sir Conrade's well directed spear
Met Herman in his mad career,
Pierced through his shield with desperate

force,
And burl'd hiin lifeless from his horse.

.

It chanced long since, one summer night,
When donn'd the skies their robe of light,
Aud gales, on desy pinions driven,
Swept mildly through the arch of heaven,
A solitary Knight was seen
Spur slowly o'er the spangled green:
His brow was pale, his eye was dim,
And scarce, alas! bis faltering limb
Its weight of armour could sustain,
It seem'd a work of toil and pain.
He halted by a crystal stream,
Whose waves return'd in vivid gleam
Each beetling crag and mouutain zone,
In wild confusion round it thrown,
Apon the stranger from his head
Unclasp'd his burgonet and said
" Author of ill, thou subtle snare,
Thou baleful glitter, seeming fair !
Thou index to my deep disgrace,
Reflected in thy dazzling face !
No more my tortured brow shall burn
Within thy molten round-return
To be who form'd thy mystic urn !"
With that his glittering helm he threw,
And meteor like it flaming few,
When, sudden as the lightning's gleam,
It shot beneath the rippling stream:

The wanderer now leapt from his steed,
And sought the rest he stood in need ;
Nor sought in vain-with stealthy pace
Came Morpheus with his leaden mace ;
Soon calmer grew bis labouring breast,
And woes and palas were charmed to rest.
Now had the early hunter's hora
Awoke the dew-besprinkled morn,
The lark his matins sung on high,
Sweet breezes swept the tazy sky,
The moor.cock breasting hill and fell,
The throstle chirping in the dell,
The bittern his reveille beating,
And sprioglets wild each other greeting ;
Commingled with the sonorous din
Of foaming floods in loch and linn;
of deep-mouth'd' hounds lucessant baying.
Aod bunters'shout ’mid greenwood straying;
Awoke our soundly sleeping Knight,
Whose features now were bland and bright:
The gloom had left his manly brow
For light #ing'd Pleasure's ruby glow ;
But, reader, markamon gazing round,

Conceive poor Conrade's wild dismay,
Before him on the dewy ground

The mystic golden helmet lay.
Long time he stood in absent mood,
Half doubting what he madly view'd,
When suddenly a bugle-strain
Dispell'd tbe links of terror's 'chain.
He gazed and straight beheld afar
A comrade of the recent war,
Where first he'd flesh'd bis maiden spear
And drench'd in blood bis battle gear:
Anon they met, close side by side,
** How's ibis ?" the warlike stranger cried;
"By Heaven, that garb I know full well
Was worn by

Courade Arlingvhel;
Behold him here, am I not he?"
" False slave, my friend's unlike to thee
As in the raven to the dove ;
But come, thy insolent vaunting prove,

To England now we shift the scene,
Where, girted round with hills of greed,
Stood Aymer Castle vast aud grim,
High towering from a rugged rim
of crags in autuma verdure crown'd,
Which o'er the sparkling Severn frown'de

'Twas eve, the darkly glowing sun
Had bunk below the horizon,
When o'er the slightly frozen plain
A rider spurr'd with might and main;
Anon his bugle loudly rang,
And downward fell with thundering clang
The castle bridge, the gates were fung
Wide ope, and in the horseman sprung.

The broken revels now restor's,
Joy circled round the banquet board ;
In blandest smiles each face was dress'd,
To welcome home the stranger guest :
The minstrel swept his sounding lyre,
Wbile roll'd uis eyes like orbs of fire,
As on each stirring feat he dwelt;
Full well be knew the theme to melt
Each heart, though cased in triple mall,
And make the stoutest bosom quail.
But, hark a sound of dire dismay
Hath drown'd the minstrel's ardent lay.
'Tis changed, -and now a joyous shout
Bursts from the congregated rout;
They part, and to the view reveal
The form of Conrade Arlingvhel,

His arms enclasp'd a lovelier maid
Than poet's peu hath yet portray'd'!
One moment on her ivory brow
Appear'd a casque of golden glow ,
But transitory was its stay,
It faded unperceived away.
The spell was broke-Its golden round
A fairer brow had never bound;
And forth with from that moment fell
The woes of Conrade Arlingvhel.

THE CRUSADES.

No age of the world ever presented such a spectacle as did France for some months after the Council of Clermont. Everywhere were to be heard the sermons of the clergy, exhorting the people to take the cross; all who hesitated to do so, from whatever motive, .were brauded as infidels and traitors; wives stimulated their husbands to abandon their families and their homes; for this cause the monk deserted his cell, the priest his church, the artisan left his workshop, the peasant his fields; women put on the dress of men to share in the glory and the gain. A ruddy.cross on the right shoulder de signated the wearer as a warrior in the sacred cause.

The Crossed (Croises) as they were named, poured from all quarters to the appointed place of rendez

vous ; with the arrival of spring some Arms, military equipments, and solid came down the rivers in boats, some on money were alone in request; the marfoot, some on horseback. Here miglit be ket was so glutted with lands and houses, seen a peasant with his wife and children that purchasers could only be obtained and household goods, in a cart drawn by at low prices; and those who had money oxen shod with iron, the children crying and were wise enough to stay at home, out at the sight of every town or castle, got dead bargains in abundance. Is that Jerusalem? Is that Jerusalem ?

For. Quar. Rev. There a knight with hawk and hound prepared to take the pleasures of the chase, as he journied towards the terra

AN INCIDENT AT NAVARINO. incognita for which he was bound. Few had any clear notion of where Jerusalem lay, what was the distance to it, or Sir Edward Codrington sent a Lieutenant

The firing having ceased at Navarino, what countries were to be passed through on board Moharem Bey's ship, to offer to reach it. Books were rare, and few could read; maps were nearly unknown, any medical or other assistance they might

This vessel, with a crew of proand since the Turks had seized Asia Mi- bably more than a thousand men, had nor, the pilgrims had mostly gone by sea

but one medical officer on board, and he to the Holy Land, and the land track had had, unfortunately, been almost the first fallen into oblivion.

man killed in the action. Her loss had The assemblages of the pilgrims also presented a motley aspect.

been immense, and they had not thrown

Pavilions, the dead overboard, nor removed their tents, booths, huts, rose around the towns and castles; old and young, women and

wounded to the cockpit, aud the decks children, warriors and clergy, were min- presented a most horrible scene of gore gled in the strangest confusion ; the ful spectacle, about a dozen of the prin.

and mangled bodies. Amidst this frightcrossed robber or murderer became the associate of the crossed saint or eremite, cipal Turkish officers, superbly dressed, the virtuous wife or maiden was contamie smoking with inconceivable apathy, while

sat in the cabin upon crimson ottomans, nated by the proximity of the pilgrim- slaves were handing them their coffee. courtezan. Hard by the spot where the Seeing the English uniform approach the priest had erected his altar, and celebrated cabin, they ordered ottomans and coffee the divine mysteries, the pilgrims of either for the Lieutenant, who, however, quicksex abandoned themselves to sensual gra. ly told them that he had more important tifications. Each day a tale of some sign business to attend to. or wonder, sent or wrought by heaven, miral's compliments, and offered any

He gave the Ad. awakened the attention of the pilgrims, assistance. The Turk, with a frigid comand assured them of the divine favour. Now it was a report that the glorious posure, calmly replied, that they stood in

need of no assistance whatever.

• Shall Charlemagne would rise from the dead, and visit, as erst, the holy sepulchre, at

not our surgeon attend to your woundthe head of the sacred bands. Again,

ed ?” “No," gravely replied the Turk; they heard how a priest had seen in the

“ wounded inen want no assistance : they sky, at the ninth hour of the day, two communicating this scene, Sir Edward,

soon die."

." Returning to the Asia, and men on horseback fighting, one of whom smote the other with a huge cross, and after some meditation, said, “ Did you after a protracted conflict overcame him; handsome man, with a beard more full

among them a remarkably fine, or how a priest, as he walked with two

and black than the rest ?" Yes, I ob. companions in a wood, saw a sword car. ried by the wind through the air ; or

served him ; he was sitting next to the

Admiral." shepherds beheld a great city in the sky; induce him, or compel him, to go with

“ Return then on board, and Comets and northern lights of unusual brilliancy appeared, and previous to the you on board the Genoa, and keep him Council of Clermont, the stars had fallen there until I see him. He is the Admi. in showers from the sky. Men lived by ence; and take with you any persons

he

ral's Secretary. I must have a conferfaith, and not by sight; heaven, it was

The firmly believed, would, as of old, mira. Turk repaired on board the Genoa

with,

may wish to accompany him.” culously supply the wants of the chosen people. Europe was thus, as the Princess

out any difficulty, accompanied by several Anna Comnena expressed it, about lo pre fake with him.

persons whom he requested our officer to cipitate itself upon Asia. Everywhere

Sir Edward was closeted lands and other possessions were offered with him for a very long time, when he for sale or pledge,

ordered the Lieutenant to put the Turkish "They sold the pasture now to buy the Secretary and his companions on shore at

daybreak, wherever they might'choose to

steed."

land. Rowing on shore, they saw the yellow, green, white, purple, mantling at wreck of a mast, on which about a score due distances, and arranged so as to give of wounded or exhausted Turks were en• the greatest effect of contrast to their brildeavouring to save themselves. " I must liant colours. rescue those poor fellows,” said the Lieu When I first read of the damask and tenant, anxiously. They are only brocade. pavillions in the field of the common soldiers, and will soon die ;- Cloth of Gold, my thoughts immediately never mind them," said the Turk, with recurred to the gaudy variegation of the the most grave composure. “ It is my patchwork counterpane,—and when all duty, and if I did not help them, I should the glories of Soloman's Temple dawned disgrace the service, and be reproved by on my young mind, I could form no costthe Admiral ;" saying which, the Lieu- lier similitude of its many-coloured pillars tenant pulled towards the mast, and suc- and railings, than by the standard of my ceeded in saving about a dozen of these admired patchwork. And there is someunhappy wretches.

As soon

as they thing beyond a child's admiration in the were stowed in the bottom of the boat, motley splendour of such a wizard woof; the Turk, after a short, but apparently, it is in itself both rich and beautiful, and profound meditation, suddenly burst into if it could speak, mass! but what a heap an immoderate fit of laughter. “What of chronicles and legends should we have. is the matter ?" cried the astonished Lieu. That huge patch of a scarlet ground, and tenant ;

Good God, what is there here a large yellow sunflower upon it,--how to laugh at ?" “ Laugh !" exclaimed hath the pondrous bunch of keys, prethe Turk, with bitter sarcasm, “ laugh! cious talismans to cate and comfit, con-by Allah! you English are a singular serve and cordial, swung over its glossy people; yesterday you came into the surface, as Dame Margaret unfolded the Bay whilst we were quiet at our coffee ; sacred recess of the housekeeper's cupyou knocked our ships to pieces, killed or board to her favourite William.

Ah! a mangled all our men till the fleet is one piece of the pretty window curtain of the vast slaughter-house, and this morning, old dressing-room; what a tide of recol. you pretend to be so humane, that you lections, too deep for tears: the beauteous cannot pass a score of wounded soldiers form of a mother fading in consuniption without putting yourself out of the way - the faint smile on her darling boy—the to save them.” The Lieutenant was as low murmur of the reading that amuses tonished, and, having no reply to offer and soothes sickness—the candles with to this odd view of the case, they pro- their long wick, and the blazing grate in ceeded to shore in profound silence. the corner. But what's next ?-ah, good

Unit. Serv. Jour. old grandame, a superb piece of thy

favourite gold-coloured tabbinet,-- ah,

what associations of old stories croned by REVERIE.

winter firelight, of feeble songs trilled BY HORACE GUILFORD,

in senile hilarity, of thy polished and For the Olio.

carved high back arm-chair with cushioned Concluded from page 136.

embroidery of many-coloured worsted,

of rheumatism and Scotch snuff. Ha ! Another subject of my waking fancy a stalely robe was that from whence this may be well introduced here, as not un- patch proceeded--the birth-night habit of like this bald, disjointed chat,-I mean the Marchioness, but I would rather

have been the wearer of the last, for this

has seen splendour at its height, and King nor Kaiser, in all their pride of crime at its depth ; and while it swept the place, sate under canopy, or trampled painted floor, glittered in the rosy wax. foot-cloth more gorgeous than that tissue light, or drank in the scattered odours of of cast-offs and remnants, ycleped patch- Persian vase, it throbbed upon a bosom work.

of inquietude and But what is the When I was a child, a patchwork coun nexi? a modest glazed calico, with a blue terpane or chair cover possessed a beauty sprig. I have seen our maid Susan wear and an interest in my sight, which costlier this pattern,-she had it on for the first draperies failed to produce it was a tan time that beautiful Sunday evening in gible representation of brilliance and va- June, when she was chidden for being riety that approached to the grand, but absent at prayers, and excused herself unapproachable, object of my admiration that the woodbine was so thick, and the -the Solar Rainbowo-more nearly than wood so perplexing ; and then Roger had anything else. The octagon patches fitted made her loiter so as the western sun went into each other like the checquered tesse- down on the hayfield, and the evening tæ of some Mosaic pavement, red, blue, air came so sweet from the glade, and

PATCHWORK.

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