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those natural feelings of clinging thrill of joy with which I recal love to one another which are im- that hour. He had never ag planted in every human bosom. I spoken to me as he did on that i know now that I was wrong to con- I did not regret this. I did demn myself to a solitary, loveless wish that he should speak of love life. If I had had the right to do me again ; and I am certain tha so, I should have had the power given he had done so, I should again h to me. I should not have suffered refused to be his wife. But w as I have done."

Edith came, when I saw—whic Maud paused, but I could not soon did—that she had attrac speak to her. I waited until she him, then, Ellinor, in a mom should say more.

my delusion passed away. I ki “I cannot tell you what the tor- then that I had cast my happir ture of these few weeks has been from me. I knew it, when it I think that my love for Edith made too late, by the feelings with wł it worse. It made such confusion I saw him at Edith's side. I in my feelings. I have felt some- how it would end very soon. I times as if I hated her. I have since then," she continuel, quic looked on her youth, her beauty, whilst her cheek Alushed bright! her happiness, and in the agony of “since then I have still someti my jealousy I have almost fancied recalled the hour in which he that if I could have destroyed all that he loved me. I have reca by a word, there have been mo- it when I have felt overwheli ments when the word would have with the shame of my own feelir been spoken. Then have come because, Ellinor - do you un moments of remorse for such horri- stand -he did once love me. ble feelings, and I have felt as if I gave me the right to love him in could give my life to secure her hour that he said that he loved happiness,-happiness in her love, Why should his change take a Ellinor,-in the love of which she that right from me? Why sh has deprived me! You do not it be unwomanly to love him n know what it is to be jealous; and He asked my love, and I have g never think that you know the most it in silence and tears ; Edith intense suffering of which the human given hers in words and in heart is capable, until you have There is all the difference.” known what it is to see the love I was beginning to answer which would be more than life to when she checked me, and ad you lavished on another, whilst you almost in a whisper : must struggle in silence to conceal “False reasoning! I kno what you endure."

Ellinor ; I know it better than “ It must be terrible !" I said; one can tell me.” “it must indeed be terrible! And As she finished speaking, during all this year have you felt hastily drew some of the flowe thus, suffered thus, my poor Maud ?" wards her, and I understood,

“No,” she answered. “Until silent sign, as she recommence Edith came I never repented of work of making up bouquet: what I had done. I still thought I Edith's marriage-day, that Mau had acted rightly. But oh, Ellinor, not wish to speak again on the how soon after she came all was ject of her own feelings. changed for me! Before that time, Poor Maud ! how little could I could think of his words, his one think, on the following 1 looks, as he told me that he loved ing, of the stormy world withii me; and there was no shame in as she took her place as bride: thinking of them,- no shame in the to the very lovely bride.

Maud accompanied me to church. the other flowers are fresh and fraShe hardly spoke during the short grant, mine should have withered drive; but as the carriage stopped already? Well, Ellinor, there is at the door of the Priory on our re- something else that must die sudturn, she pointed to the flowers denly to-day as well as my flowers. which she carried, and said, with a Do not look at me so anxiously, faint smile on her lips :

and never speak to me again of the “Is it not strange, that whilst all eve of Edith's marriage-day.”

(To be continued.)

Are you captive unto care
Pining for a purer air,
Crossed in love, or drawing breath
Sadly in the shade of death;
Wearied of the stir one meets
Ever in the sounding streets ?

Come with me—I'll lead you where
Fountains deck cool grass with gems
Fit for fairy diadems;
Through green lanes to calm retreat
Where the redbreast's voice is sweet;
By coverts where rough briar-rose
Sweetens the brake with fragrant snows;
Into pleasant shades and bowers
Radiant with creeping flowers,
Honeysuckle and lithe vine,
Roses with a lissome twine,
And white-blossomed jessamine.
Rills to dainty music move
In these leafy haunts of love;
Here nut-loving squirrels play,
Merry as the month of May;
The fond turtle on green boughs
Coos sweet answer to soft vows;
Fairy-footed, the swift hind
Starts at every breath of wind.
Never ruder sound doth come
Than slow bees' industrious hum;
Song of rivulets that pass
Through wild thyme and tangled grass;
Poet musing far from men;
Twitter of grey tiny wren.
All harsh chords that give offence
To poetic ear and sense
Are exiled for ever hence.

Pleasures without after-pain
In my green dominion reign;
And the nightingale, sweet guest,
When the day is rocked to rest,
Sings his bubbling song ; while Night
“Stoopeth from her starry height,”
All intent to hear a measure
Which enwraps the sense in pleasure.
To this music you shall lie
Tranquil, with an upraised eye,
Wreathing branches overhead,
Catching the dews the night-clouds shed;
And bright stars will peep between
When winds shake the leafy screen.
Hidden from the human eye,
Underneath cool green seas, lie
Gerns of costly price, and ore
Glitters on a sandy floor.
There, within gay coral halls,
Chanting lays and madrigals,
Dwell the mermen ever glad,
And mermaidens fair and sad;
'Mid purple weeds and musical sea-shells
Glimmer the portals of their caves and cells.
But with them is too much riot.
Here perfume and perfect quiet,
Slumbrous airs and summer calm,
Mossy beds and plants of balm.

Hither come, then, wearied heart,
Here Repose and Fancy are,
Mellow light from moon and star,

Ferns, and lilies dear to art.
All rude chords that give offence
To poetic ear and sense
Are exiled for ever hence.
Pleasures without after-pain
In my green dominion reign.
Soothing sounds are heard for ever-
Here contention enters never,
Here blue violets have birth,
Bees and birds unite in mirth,
Fountains deck the grass with gems
Fit for virgin diadems.
Leave, oh ! leave the weary streets
With their tumults and their heats;
Rest within these green retreats,
Come and rest, a guest with me,
Love and Peace shall welcome thee.



In the year 1229 A.D., James I. of gave himself up with such eagerness Aragon and Catalonia, made an ex- to all the vices of youth as to cause pedition to Majorca, the largest of serious anxiety in the mind of his the Balearic Isles. He was accom- father. The reproofs of the latter panied by a crowd of trusty follow proved unavailing to persuade him ers, eager for conquest and posses- to change his conduct, and in his sion of the small but fertile island. distress his father appealed to the Amongst these was Don Raymond king for advice. Raymond was acLull, born at Barcelona in 1166 A.D., cordingly sent for to the royal preand married to Doña Ana de Eril; sence, and the king firmly but gently both of these were of illustrious spoke to him of his folly. His families. On the last day of De- words, however, were disregarded, cember, 1229, the citadel of Palma and Raymond plunged deeper and was taken, and in process of deeper into the mazes of vice than time the whole island was reduced before. The king now, in sorrow to subjection. This was followed for his conduct-for all seemed to by a general division of the newly- love him — bethought himself of acquired territory amongst the no- other means; and after consultation bles who assisted in its conquest, with his father, gave him in marand Don Raymond received as his riage to Doña Blanca Picañy. Other share the estates of Biniatis and writers assert that the lady's name Formentor, in the north, and Panxual, was Doña Catalina Labots ; but S. in the south-east of the island. Don Rosselló quotes two documents which Raymond now transferred his resi- weigh heavily in support of Doña dence from Catalonia to Palma, and Blanca. This lady, in course of his wife bore him his first-born son time, bore him two children, named on the 25th January, 1235. He Domingo and Magdalena, of whom was named after his father, Ray- but little is known, except that Mag mond, or Ramon, and is the sub- dalena married into the noble faject of the present article.

mily of Senmanat. The influence of his father at the All the affection of his wife and king's court procured for Raymond, children did not, however, turn while a boy, a situation as page Raymond from the licentious conin the royal palace; and his ser- duct which he had exhibited as a vices in this capacity secured for bachelor. On the contrary, he him, in course of time, promotion to seemed more prone to seek the the office of seneschal or major- society of other women than his domo. He does not appear, how- wife, till an accidental circumstance ever, to have led a steady life as a convinced him, by degrees, of his young man ; on the contrary, he folly and wickedness, and induced

11. Catalogus Omnium Librorum Magni Operis Lulliani, proxime Publico Communicandi : Moguntiæ, Mayer, 1714.

2. Obras Rimadas de Ramon Lull, escritas en idioma Catalan-Provenzal, por Don Geromino Rosselló : Palma, 1859.

3. Disertaciones Historicas del Culto Immemorial del B. Raymundo Lullio, De. Iluminado y Martir, por el Padre Custurer (J.): Mallorca, 1700.

4. Apologie de la Vie et des Euvres du Bien Heureux Raymond Lulle, par. A. Perroquet, Prestre: Vendosme, 1667, 8vo.

him not only to reform, but to sa- Shortly after the receipt of crifice his life for the good of letter, while Raymond chanced others.

ride on horseback through It appears that, on one occasion, streets, he spied the object of he happened to meet with an passion entering the church of Sa Italian lady, Signora Ambrosia di Eulalia. Nothing daunted by the Castello, a native of Genoa, but marks of the bystanders, he spui then residing with her husband in on his horse, entered boldly Palma. The sight of her beauty the church, and approached overpowered his feelings, and re- side of the lady, who was alre sulted in his sending to her a note, engaged in her devotions. accompanied by a sonnet in praise then, to the lady's horror, rene of her charms. To this he received the protestations of attachment from her the following reply : he had before made to her,

“Sir— The sonnet that you have seemed convinced by no argum sent me has made me see the ex- of hers as to the futility of his cellence of your spirit, as well as the deavours. At length, after gair weakness, or, rather, the hastiness permission from her husband, of your judgment. How agreeably unfastened her dress, and discove would you not paint beauty itself, to him a breast horribly eaten since in your verses you embellish cancer. The sight of this tur even plainness of features ! But Raymond's feelings, and he m how could you employ a genius so his way home full of sorrow divine as yours in praising a little confusion. piece of clay covered with vermilion ? An entire change seemed now You ought to have been spending come over his whole nature. your endeavours in stifling your love, began to avoid the society of and not in declaring it. It is not friends, in whose company he that you are not worthy of the affec before been so vivacious. His n tion of the highest ladies in the ner was gloomy and taciturn, world, but you render yourself un- he gave himself up to seden worthy by serving the least of all, and solitary pursuits. At len And can a spirit which is only made he publicly announced to his frie for God adore a creature? and, being the fact of his conversion, say enlightened as it is, render itself that on the eve of the conversio blind upon this point? Quit, then, St. Paul (A.D. 1265), the figura sir, a passion which degrades you the crucified Saviour appeared from your nobility; and lose not him in a vision, saying to him“ your reputation in pursuance of an low me.” Popular tradition object to which you cannot attain, bellishes this story, recording But if you continue to abuse your- on each succeeding anniversary self, I hope soon to disabuse you, house was filled with all kinds by shewing to you that that which celestial aromas. Raymond him is the object of your passion ought states, in one of his poems, that to be rather that of your aversion, vision of the crucified Saviour My heart has wounded your heart, peared to him on five succes according as you testify in your occasions. “I forgot to see ( verses; and I will heal your heart following, as I did, after ca by discovering to you my breast. lusts; but, five times crucified, Meanwhile, rest well assured that I Jesus Christ, in His great me love you all the more truly, that I pleased to be presented before make a semblance of entertaining ... And then I began to fo no love for you."

him as a service of gratitude." 1 Peroquet, p. 5.

Desconort, st. 2. ed. Rosselló, p. 37.

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