That bears upon the argument. Huon. Oh, much, Durst but my heart explain. Coun. Has thou a heart? I thought thou wast a serf; and, as a serf, [smiles. What, were it e'en suspicion, were thy death. [Huon Sir, did I name a banquet to thee now, Thou lookedst so? Huon. To die for thee were such. Coun. Sir? Huon. For his master oft a serf has died, And thought it sweet; and may not, then, a serf Coun. Thou art presumptuous-very-so, no wonder If I misunderstood thee. To be thyself, and nothing more. Huon. Myself! [thou Coun. Why, art thou not a serf? What right hast To set thy person off with such a bearing? And move with such a gait? to give thy brow Thy betters' clothes sit fairer upon thee Than on themselves, "and they were made for them.' I know! my father found thy aptitude, And humored it, to boast thee off! He may chance To rue it; and no wonder if he should, If others' eyes see that they should not see, Shown to them by his own. Huon. Oh, lady Coun. What? Huon. Heard I aright? Coun. Aright-what heard'st thou, then? Thou know'st 'twere shame, the lowest free-woman Coun. That I meant to say, No more. Don't read such books to me again. For the future, no reply, when I remark, Hear, but don't speak-unless you're told-and then Enter Falconer with hawk, R. My Falconer! So. An hour I'll fly my hawk. Falconer. A noble bird, [Crosses, L. up, My lady, knows his bells, is proud of them. KNOWLES. THE IDIOT LAD. The vesper hymn had died away. In many curls hung his hair of gold, "My boy," I said, "the tired sun Sinks low on the west sea's breast; The shades which fall when the day is done Woo the weary earth to rest. In the vesper zephyr's gentle stir The sleepy tree-tops nod Why wait you here?" and he said, "Oh, sir, I would see the face of God! "If the sun is so fair in his noon-day pride, And the moon in the silver night; If the stars which by angels at eventide "I have sought for the vision wide and near, And once, sir, I travell'd far To a mighty city long leagues from here, Where men of the great world are. And cruel, and hard, and bad; And none like the Face the saints have seen "In the night, sir, I wander away from home; go Thro' the silent and lonely woods I roam, And I eagerly look o'er sea and land "When the lightning's flash and the thunders roar, And the ships fly in from the gale; When the waves beat high on the shrinking shore, I seek it still, in the storm and snow, That then it will please the great God to show "I seek it still when God's gleaming pledge In the bright'ning sky appears, And from tree and flower, and sparkling hedge Earth is weeping her happy tears; For I sometimes think that I may behold, After yearning years of pain, The Face of my God in the quivering gold "When the fishers return on the homeward tide, I ask them nothing but this: 'Have you seen it out there on the ocean wide, But they smile, and Poor Dick' I hear them say, That night while the simple fisher-folk slept, And brighter and brighter the moonbeams shone, Far out at sea his boat was found, The white wet face of the idiot boy, In the poor lad's eyes seem'd still the glow And down on the beach the women knelt low As the fishermen walk'd to the smiling dead, And bared was each head, as one slowly said, OVERTON. THE LOVERS. THE LADY OF LYONS.-Act II.-Scene 1. Melnotte. You can be proud of your connection with one who owes his position to merit,—not birth. Pauline. Why, yes; but still- Mel. Still what, Pauline? Pauline. There is something glorious in the Herit |