The Magic Casque. A METRICAL LEGEND. For the Olio By T. F. THE shades of night began to fall A warrior gallop'd through the vale: More potent far than wizard's spell, Would on his memory dawn a theme, K 4 Reechoing from each silent dell, "Twas thus the love-fraught cadence fell: THE KNIGHT'S SONG. Be thou cruel, Fate, or kind, And all the guiding powers above- Now Maro's towers the Knight espies, 120 "Thrice welcome, stranger," Maro cried, "To none," Sir Conrade quick replied, With lowering brow and glance of pride; "A fairer maid than she I ween Your mountain island ne'er hath seen." Now had the reign of darkness ceased, Our Knight beheld-" By heaven!" he cried, "I would, sweet maid, thou wert my bride." Now, hark, the trumpet's clamorous sound Rings loudly o'er the tented ground; The hot steed champs, and paws the ground; Begirt in steel of Milan mould, This sald, he from his mantle fold It chanced long since, one summer night, Spur slowly o'er the spangled green: Now had the early hunter's horn "By Heaven, Was worn by Conrade Arlingvhel; Prepare, or else by book and bell Pierced through his shield with desperate force, And burl'd him lifeless from his horse. To England now we shift the scene, And downward fell with thundering clang The broken revels now restor'd, His arms enclasp'd a lovelier maid 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 branded 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 designated 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 came down the rivers in boats, some on foot, some on horseback. Here might be seen a peasant with his wife and children and household goods, in a cart drawn by oxen shod with iron, the children crying out at the sight of every town or castle, Is that Jerusalem? Is that Jerusalem? There a knight with hawk and hound prepared to take the pleasures of the chase, as he journied towards the terra incognita for which he was bound. Few had any clear notion of where Jerusalem lay, what was the distance to it, or what countries were to be passed through to reach it. Books were rare, and few Arms, military equipments, and solid money were alone in request; the market was so glutted with lands and houses, that purchasers could only be obtained at low prices; and those who had money and were wise enough to stay at home, got dead bargains in abundance. For. Quar. Rev. AN INCIDENT AT NAVARINO. THE firing having ceased at Navarino, on board Moharem Bey's ship, to offer Sir Edward Codrington sent a Lieutenant any medical or other assistance they might want. This vessel, with a crew of pro could read; maps were nearly unknown, and since the Turks had seized Asia Mi-bably more than a thousand men, had nor, the pilgrims had mostly gone by sea to the Holy Land, and the land track had fallen into oblivion. The assemblages of the pilgrims also presented a motley aspect. Pavilions, tents, booths, huts, rose around the towns and castles; old and young, women and children, warriors and clergy, were mingled in the strangest confusion; the crossed robber or murderer became the associate of the crossed saint or eremite, the virtuous wife or maiden was contaminated by the proximity of the pilgrim courtezan. Hard by the spot where the priest had erected his altar, and celebrated the divine mysteries, the pilgrims of either sex abandoned themselves to sensual gratifications. Each day a tale of some sign or wonder, sent or wrought by heaven, awakened the attention of the pilgrims, and assured them of the divine favour. Now it was a report that the glorious Charlemagne would rise from the dead, and visit, as erst, the holy sepulchre, at the head of the sacred bands. Again, they heard how a priest had seen in the sky, at the ninth hour of the day, two men on horseback fighting, one of whom smote the other with a huge cross, and after a protracted conflict overcame him; or how a priest, as he walked with two companions in a wood, saw a sword carried by the wind through the air; or shepherds beheld a great city in the sky; Comets and northern lights of unusual brilliancy appeared, and previous to the Council of Clermont, the stars had fallen in showers from the sky. Men lived by faith, and not by sight; heaven, it was firmly believed, would, as of old, miraculously supply the wants of the chosen people. Europe was thus, as the Princess Anna Comnena expressed it, about to precipitate itself upon Asia. Everywhere lands and other possessions were offered for sale or pledge,"They sold the pasture now to buy the steed." had, unfortunately, been almost the first but one medical officer on board, and he man killed in the action. Her loss had been immense, and they had not thrown the dead overboard, nor removed their presented a most horrible scene of gore wounded to the cockpit, and the decks and mangled bodies. Amidst this frightful spectacle, about a dozen of the principal Turkish officers, superbly dressed, smoking with inconceivable apathy, while sat in the cabin upon crimson ottomans, slaves were handing them their coffee. Seeing the English uniform approach the cabin, they ordered ottomans and coffee for the Lieutenant, who, however, quickly told them that he had more important business to attend to. miral's compliments, and offered any He gave the Adassistance. The Turk, with a frigid comneed of no assistance whatever. posure, calmly replied, that they stood in " Shall not our surgeon attend to your wounded?" "No," gravely replied the Turk; "wounded men want no assistance: they communicating this scene, Sir Edward, soon die." Returning to the Asia, and after some meditation, said, "Did you observe among them a remarkably fine, handsome man, with a beard more full and black than the rest?" 66 Yes, I observed him; he was sitting next to the induce him, or compel him, to go with Admiral." "Return then on board, and you on board the Genoa, and keep him there until I see him. He is the Ádmiral's Secretary. I must have a conference; and take with you any persons he may wish to accompany him." Turk repaired on board the Genoa without any difficulty, accompanied by several take with him. Sir Edward was closeted persons whom he requested our officer to with him for a very long time, when he ordered the Lieutenant to put the Turkish Secretary and his companions on shore at daybreak, wherever they might choose to The land. Rowing on shore, they saw the wreck of a mast, on which about a score of wounded or exhausted Turks were endeavouring to save themselves. "I must rescue those poor fellows," said the Lieutenant, anxiously. "They are only common soldiers, and will soon die ;never mind them," said the Turk, with the most grave composure. "It is my duty, and if I did not help them, I should disgrace the service, and be reproved by the Admiral;” saying which, the Lieutenant pulled towards the mast, and succeeded in saving about a dozen of these unhappy wretches. As soon as they were stowed in the bottom of the boat, the Turk, after a short, but apparently, profound meditation, suddenly burst into an immoderate fit of laughter." What is the matter?" cried the astonished Lieutenant; "Good God, what is there here to laugh at?" Laugh!" exclaimed the Turk, with bitter sarcasm, 66 I laugh! -by Allah! you English are a singular people; yesterday you came into the Bay whilst we were quiet at our coffee; you knocked our ships to pieces, killed or mangled all our men till the fleet is one vast slaughter-house, and this morning, you pretend to be so humane, that you cannot pass a score of wounded soldiers without putting yourself out of the way to save them." The Lieutenant was astonished, and, having no reply to offer to this odd view of the case, they proceeded to shore in profound silence. 66 Unit. Serv. Jour. REVERIE. BY HORACE GUILFORD. For the Olio. Concluded from page 136. ANOTHER Subject of my waking fancy may be well introduced here, as not unlike this bald, disjointed chat,-I mean PATCHWORK. King nor Kaiser, in all their pride of place, sate under canopy, or trampled foot-cloth more gorgeous than that tissue of cast-offs and remnants, ycleped patchwork. When I was a child, a patchwork counterpane or chair cover possessed a beauty and an interest in my sight, which costlier draperies failed to produce-it was a tangible representation of brilliance and variety that approached to the grand, but unapproachable, object of my admiration -the Solar Rainbow-more nearly than anything else. The octagon patches fitted into each other like the checquered tesseræ of some Mosaic pavement, red, blue, yellow, green, white, purple, mantling at due distances, and arranged so as to give the greatest effect of contrast to their brilliant colours. When I first read of the damask and brocade pavillions in the Field of the Cloth of Gold, my thoughts immediately recurred to the gaudy variegation of the patchwork counterpane, and when all the glories of Soloman's Temple dawned on my young mind, I could form no costlier similitude of its many-coloured pillars and railings, than by the standard of my admired patchwork. And there is something beyond a child's admiration in the motley splendour of such a wizard woof; it is in itself both rich and beautiful, and if it could speak, mass! but what a heap of chronicles and legends should we have. That huge patch of a scarlet ground, and a large yellow sunflower upon it,--how hath the pondrous bunch of keys, precious talismans to cate and comfit, conserve and cordial, swung over its glossy surface, as Dame Margaret unfolded the sacred recess of the housekeeper's cupboard to her favourite William. Ah! a piece of the pretty window curtain of the old dressing-room; what a tide of recollections, too deep for tears: the beauteous form of a mother fading in consumption -the faint smile on her darling boy-the low murmur of the reading that amuses and soothes sickness-the candles with their long wick, and the blazing grate in the corner. But what's next?-ah, good old grandame, a superb piece of thy favourite gold-coloured tabbinet,-- ah, what associations of old stories croned by winter firelight, of feeble songs trilled in senile hilarity, of thy polished and carved high back arm-chair with cushioned embroidery of many-coloured worsted, of rheumatism and Scotch snuff. Ha! a stately robe was that from whence this patch proceeded-the birth-night habit of the Marchioness, but I would rather have been the wearer of the last, for this has seen splendour at its height, and crime at its depth; and while it swept the painted floor, glittered in the rosy waxlight, or drank in the scattered odours of Persian vase, it throbbed upon a bosom of inquietude and. But what is the next? a modest glazed calico, with a blue sprig. I have seen our maid Susan wear this pattern,-she had it on for the first time that beautiful Sunday evening in June, when she was chidden for being absent at prayers, and excused herself that the woodbine was so thick, and the wood so perplexing; and then Roger had made her loiter so as the western sun went down on the hayfield, and the evening air came so sweet from the glade, and |