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those natural feelings of clinging love to one another which are implanted in every human bosom. I know now that I was wrong to condemn myself to a solitary, loveless life. If I had had the right to do so, I should have had the power given to me. I should not have suffered as I have done."

Maud paused, but I could not speak to her. I waited until she should say more.

"I cannot tell you what the torture of these few weeks has been. I think that my love for Edith made it worse. It made such confusion in my feelings. I have felt sometimes as if I hated her. I have looked on her youth, her beauty, her happiness, and in the agony of my jealousy I have almost fancied that if I could have destroyed all by a word, there have been moments when the word would have been spoken. Then have come moments of remorse for such horrible feelings, and I have felt as if I could give my life to secure her happiness, happiness in her love, Ellinor, in the love of which she has deprived me! You do not know what it is to be jealous; and never think that you know the most intense suffering of which the human heart is capable, until you have known what it is to see the love which would be more than life to you lavished on another, whilst you must struggle in silence to conceal what you endure."

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"It must be terrible!" I said; "it must indeed be terrible! And during all this year have you felt thus, suffered thus, my poor Maud ?" "No," she answered. "Until Edith came I never repented of what I had done. I still thought I had acted rightly. But oh, Ellinor, how soon after she came all was changed for me! Before that time, I could think of his words, his looks, as he told me that he loved me; and there was no shame in thinking of them,-no shame in the

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thrill of joy with which I recalled that hour. He had never again spoken to me as he did on that day. I did not regret this. I did not wish that he should speak of love to me again; and I am certain that, if he had done so, I should again have refused to be his wife. But when Edith came, when I saw-which I soon did-that she had attracted him, then, Ellinor, in a moment my delusion passed away. I knew then that I had cast my happiness from me. I knew it, when it was too late, by the feelings with which I saw him at Edith's side. I saw how it would end very soon. since then," she continued, quickly, whilst her cheek flushed brightly"since then I have still sometimes recalled the hour in which he said that he loved me. I have recalled it when I have felt overwhelmed with the shame of my own feelings; because, Ellinor - do you understand ?-he did once love me. He gave me the right to love him in the hour that he said that he loved me. Why should his change take away that right from me? Why should it be unwomanly to love him now? He asked my love, and I have given it in silence and tears; Edith has given hers in words and in joy. There is all the difference."

I was beginning to answer her when she checked me, and added, almost in a whisper :

"False reasoning! I know it, Ellinor; I know it better than anyone can tell me."

As she finished speaking, she hastily drew some of the flowers towards her, and I understood, by a silent sign, as she recommenced the work of making up bouquets for Edith's marriage-day, that Maud did not wish to speak again on the subject of her own feelings.

Poor Maud! how little could anyone think, on the following morning, of the stormy world within her, as she took her place as bridesmaid to the very lovely bride.

Maud accompanied me to church. She hardly spoke during the short drive; but as the carriage stopped at the door of the Priory on our return, she pointed to the flowers which she carried, and said, with a faint smile on her lips:

"Is it not strange, that whilst all

the other flowers are fresh and fragrant, mine should have withered already? Well, Ellinor, there is something else that must die suddenly to-day as well as my flowers. Do not look at me so anxiously, and never speak to me again of the eve of Edith's marriage-day."

(To be continued.)

THE VOICE OF SUMMER.

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?

where

Come with me I'll lead you
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
Gems 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.
R. C. F. HANNAY.

RAYMOND LULLY.'

In the year 1229 A.D., James I. of Aragon and Catalonia, made an expedition to Majorca, the largest of the Balearic Isles. He was accompanied by a crowd of trusty followers, eager for conquest and possession of the small but fertile island. Amongst these was Don Raymond Lull, born at Barcelona in 1166 A.D., and married to Doña Ana de Eril; both of these were of illustrious families. On the last day of December, 1229, the citadel of Palma was taken, and in process of time the whole island was reduced to subjection. This was followed by a general division of the newlyacquired territory amongst the nobles who assisted in its conquest, and Don Raymond received as his share the estates of Biniatis and Formentor, in the north, and Panxual, in the south-east of the island. Don Raymond now transferred his residence from Catalonia to Palma, and his wife bore him his first-born son on the 25th January, 1235. He was named after his father, Raymond, or Ramon, and is the subject of the present article.

The influence of his father at the king's court procured for Raymond, while a boy, a situation as page in the royal palace; and his services in this capacity secured for him, in course of time, promotion to the office of seneschal or majordomo. He does not appear, however, to have led a steady life as a young man; on the contrary, he

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gave himself up with such eagerness to all the vices of youth as to cause serious anxiety in the mind of his father. The reproofs of the latter proved unavailing to persuade him to change his conduct, and in his distress his father appealed to the king for advice. Raymond was accordingly sent for to the royal presence, and the king firmly but gently spoke to him of his folly. words, however, were disregarded, and Raymond plunged deeper and deeper into the mazes of vice than before. The king now, in sorrow for his conduct-for all seemed to love him- bethought himself of other means; and after consultation with his father, gave him in marriage to Doña Blanca Picany. Other writers assert that the lady's name was Doña Catalina Labots; but S. Rosselló quotes two documents which weigh heavily in support of Doña Blanca. This lady, in course of time, bore him two children, named Domingo and Magdalena, of whom but little is known, except that Mag dalena married into the noble family of Senmanat.

All the affection of his wife and children did not, however, turn Raymond from the licentious conduct which he had exhibited as a bachelor. On the contrary, he seemed more prone to seek the society of other women than his wife, till an accidental circumstance convinced him, by degrees, of his 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 sacrifice his life for the good of others.

It appears that, on one occasion, he happened to meet with an Italian lady, Signora Ambrosia di Castello, a native of Genoa, but then residing with her husband in Palma. The sight of her beauty overpowered his feelings, and resulted in his sending to her a note, accompanied by a sonnet in praise of her charms. To this he received from her the following reply:

"Sir-The sonnet that you have sent me has made me see the excellence of your spirit, as well as the weakness, or, rather, the hastiness of your judgment. How agreeably would you not paint beauty itself, since in your verses you embellish even plainness of features!

But

how could you employ a genius so divine as yours in praising a little piece of clay covered with vermilion ? You ought to have been spending your endeavours in stifling your love, and not in declaring it. It is not that you are not worthy of the affection of the highest ladies in the world, but you render yourself unworthy by serving the least of all, And can a spirit which is only made for God adore a creature? and, being enlightened as it is, render itself blind upon this point? Quit, then, sir, a passion which degrades you from your nobility; and lose not your reputation in pursuance of an object to which you cannot attain. But if you continue to abuse yourself, I hope soon to disabuse you, by shewing to you that that which is the object of your passion ought to be rather that of your aversion. My heart has wounded your heart, according as you testify in your verses; and I will heal your heart by discovering to you my breast. Meanwhile, rest well assured that I love you all the more truly, that I make a semblance of entertaining no love for you."

1 Peroquet, p. 5.

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Shortly after the receipt of this letter, while Raymond chanced to ride on horseback through the streets, he spied the object of his passion entering the church of Santa Eulalia. Nothing daunted by the remarks of the bystanders, he spurred on his horse, entered boldly into the church, and approached the side of the lady, who was already engaged in her devotions. then, to the lady's horror, renewed the protestations of attachment that he had before made to her, and seemed convinced by no argument of hers as to the futility of his endeavours. At length, after gaining permission from her husband, she unfastened her dress, and discovered to him a breast horribly eaten by cancer. The sight of this turned Raymond's feelings, and he made his way home full of sorrow and confusion.

An entire change seemed now to come over his whole nature. He began to avoid the society of his friends, in whose company he had before been so vivacious. His manner was gloomy and taciturn, and he gave himself up to sedentary and solitary pursuits. At length, he publicly announced to his friends the fact of his conversion, saying that on the eve of the conversion of St. Paul (A.D. 1265), the figure of the crucified Saviour appeared to him in a vision, saying to him "Follow me." Popular tradition embellishes this story, recording that on each succeeding anniversary his house was filled with all kinds of celestial aromas. Raymond himself states, in one of his poems, that the vision of the crucified Saviour appeared to him on five successive occasions. "I forgot to see God, following, as I did, after carnal lusts; but, five times crucified, was Jesus Christ, in His great mercy, pleased to be presented before me.

And then I began to follow him as a service of gratitude." 2 Desconort, st. 2. ed. Rosselló, p. 37.

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