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A man bereaved, with something of a blight Nor inward light is needful; day by day
Men wanting both are mated with the best
Are none of you awake ? — and as for me, His appetites regerminate, his heart
The world says Philip is a famous man. Re-opens, and his objects and desires
What is there women will not love, SO Shoot up renew'd. What blank I found be. taught? fore me
Ho, Ellert! by your leave, though, you must From what is said you partly may surmise;
wake. How I have hoped to fill it, may I tell ? Elena. I fear, my lord, that cannot be.
Enter an Officer. Artevelde.
Indeed! Have me a gallows built upon the mount, Then am I doubly hopeless. What is gone, And let Van Kortz be hung at break of day. Nor plaints, nor prayers, nor yearnings of the No news of Bulsen or Van Muck? soul,
My lord, Nor memory's tricks, nor fancy's invocations Bulsen is taken ; but Van Muck, we fear, Though tears went with them frequent as the Has got clean off. rain
Let Bulsen too be hung.” In dusk November, sighs more sadly breathed Than winter's o'er the vegetable dead Can bring again ; and should this living hope, tion for a love-scene; yet it is not more
This is certainly an extraordinary terminaThat like a violet from the other's grave Grew sweetly, in the tear-besprinkled soil
daring and original than it is in character. Finding moist nourishment — this seedling It is not such love as Artevelde's that exsprung
pands the heart, nor such success that Where recent grief had like a ploughshare satisfies even self-love. From this time pass'd
nothing prospers in the Flemish camp. Through the soft soul, and loosen'd its affec- Everything appears to fulfil the threat of tions
Father John : Should this new-blossom'd hope be coldly
nipp'd, Then were I desolate indeed!
“After strange women them that went astray Elena. I said I fear'd another could not fill
God never prosper'd in the olden time,
Nor will He bless them now.”
Van den Bosch, the ablest of Artevelde's Nor need I tell you what you know so well.
lieutenants, is defeated, and receives a morI must be gone."*
tal wound. Many of the Flemish towns The Regent, on her departure, falls into lord; and even the name of Artevelde no
transfer their allegiance to their former the following soliloquy; to explain the lat- longer carries its old magic, ter part of which, it is necessary to premise having gone abroad that sorcery has subthat the criminals sentenced are Flemings jected him to the spells of a French spy. detected in carrying on, at the instigation The English king sends no aid : no hope reof Sir Fleureant, a correspondence between mains but in a successful battle. Gathersome of the Fleinish cities and France :
ing together all his forces, Artevelde Artevelde. (after a pause] The night is far marches to the eastern bank of the lower advanced upon the morrow,
Lis, to meet the French army and prevent And but for that conglomerated mass'
them from passing the river, Of cloud with ragged edges, like a mound, early hour in the morning he leaves bis Of black pine-forest on a mountain's top,
tent: Wherein the light lies ambush'd, dawn were
“ Artevelde. The gibbous moon was in a Yes, I have wasted half a summer's night,
wan decline, Was it well spent? Successfully it was. And all was silent as a sick man's chamber.
Mixing its small beginnings with the dregs Ho, Nieuverkorchen ! --- When we think'
upon Of the pale moonshine and a few faint stars, it,
The cold uncomfortable daylight dawn'd ; How little flattering is a woman's love ! And the white tents topping a low ground-fog Given commonly to whosoe'er is nearest Show'd like a fleet becalm’d. I wander'd far, And propp'd with most advantage; outward Till reaching to the bridge I sate me down grace
Upon the parapet. Much muscd I there, * Vol. i. pp. 207.-9.
Revolving many a passage of my life,
- a rumour
At a very
And the strange destiny that lifted me out the body. The Duke of Burgundy then
appears, and Sir Fleureant approaches the
group as the young king and his royal unThere he has a vision of his dead wife. cles gather around the body, and clumsily He thus describes it to Elena:
endeavours to vindicate the fair fame of El
ena. She leaps to her feet, and snatching
“She appear'a Artevelde's dagger, strikes it through the In white, as when I saw her last, laid out After her death; suspended in the air
heart of his murderer. The guards rush She seem'd, and o'er her breast her arms were
in; and in the attempt to take her and Van cross'd;
Ryk prisoners, both are slain. The Duke Her feet were drawn together, pointing down of Bourbon gives orders that Elena shall rewards,
ceive Christian burial, but that the body of And rigid was her form and motionless. Artevelde shall be hung upon a tree, in the From near her heart, as if the source were sight of the army. The Duke of Burgundy there,
refuses to war with the dead: A stain of blood went wavering to her feet. So she remain’d, inflexible as stone,
Brother, no; And I as fixedly regarding her.
It were not for our honour, nor the king's, Then suddenly, and in a line oblique,
To use it so. Dire rebel though he was, Thy figure darted past her; whereupon,
Yet with a noble nature and great gifts Though rigid still and straight, she downward Was he endow'd, - courage, discretion, wit; moved ;
An equal temper, and an ample soul,
That stirr'd and lifted him to high attempts. Appear'd all blood, and swell’d and welter'a So prompt and capable, and yet so calm, sore;
He nothing lack'd in sovereignty but the right, And midmost in the eddy and the whirl Nothing in soldiership except good fortune. My own face saw I, which was pale and calm Wherefore, with honour lay him in his grave, As death could make it :- Then the vision And thereby shall increase of honour come
Unto their arms who vanquish'd one so wise, And I perceived the river and the bridge,
So valiant, so renown'd. Sirs, pass we on, The mottled sky and horizontal moon,
And let the bodies follow us on biers.
Enough is spread for you of meaner prey ;
Other interment than your maws afford Before the battle begins Artevelde is in- Is due to these. At Courtray we shall sleep, formed that a foreign knight, with his visor And there I'll see them buried side by side."* closed, demands to see him. It is Sir Fleu- Thus ends this drama; which, for largereant of Heurlée. On his former visit to ness of scope and skill in execution — for the camp, when detected in a treasonable delineation of characters at once harmocorrespondence, he had been condemned to nized and contrasted — for intellectual vigdeath; but his life had been spared at our, gravity, variety, and energy, - has, as Elena's fatal intercession. He had broken we believe, no equal since the Shakspearhis parole, escaped to the French camp, ian age; and which, owing nothing to merand there — half in despair and half in am- etricious allurements, cannot fail to keep bition - engaged himself to assassinate the that place in the estimate of thoughtful Regent. While Artevelde is passing the readers which it early acquired. Our limbridge of the vision he is stabbed by the ited space bas allowed us but to indicate a false knight. For a time he conceals his few of its more prominent characteristics. wound, and the battle rages with various A play that revives the energy of the Elizafortune. His hosts are at last driven back bethan dramatists, while it avoids their in confusion; and Artevelde, making a des- coarseness, must ever occupy a historical perate effort to rally them, is swept back to- position in English literature. It is the wards the fatal bridge, and is suilocated in most vigorous of Mr. Taylor's works ; the crowd, the bridge giving way.
though in his other plays, and in his minor In the last scene Elena kneels on the poems, there are perhaps a larger number bloody battle-field beside the body of Arte- of those passages which illustrate the wisvelde; while Van Ryk, an old Flemish cap- dom, the moral dignity, and the refinement tain, stands at the other side. He urges that characterize Mr. Taylor's poetry not her to flight; but she refuses to depart with less than its vigour. * Vol. i. p. 269.
* Vol. i. pp. 289-92.
BY THE AUTHOR OF
From the Sunday Magazine. pointed out in the letter. It was a desolate THE BROTHER'S TRUST.
place, in a thinly populated quarter of the city. By the faint light of the moon he
counted the windows, and found the slit in STORIES.”
the wall, which was deep, and fenced on THERE was once, says an old legend, a the riverside with an iron grating backed young Italian noble, whose elder brother by a sheet of horn; into this slit he bastenloved him much; he had moreover saved ed to place his lantern, and then began to his life, and had reconciled him to his fa- look about him, and consider why his brothther when greatly offended with him. er should have chosen such a place for their
As might have been expected, the youth meeting. returned this affection, and after the death Not far off ran the river, and he did not of the father these brothers lived together, doubt that by water his brother would the younger obeying the elder, and behav- come, for it was evident that he feared to ing to him in all respects like a son. show himself in the streets of the city.
Once, on a certain day, however, a long Anselmo started once or twice during his separation came between them, for the solitary watch, for he thought he distinelder went out, as if upon his ordinary guished the splash of an oar, and then an affairs, and never returned again to his advancing footstep; but he was mistaken, house. His young brother was first sur- his brother did not come to meet him that prised, then alarmed. He sought for him, night, nor the next, nor the one after; and proclaimed his loss; he scoured the coun- when he had come to await him
every night try, caused the waters to be searched, and for a fortnight, he began to get sick at sought in all the recesses of that old Italian heart. city ; but it was of no avail ; his brother And yet there was no way but this; he was gone, and none could tell him wbither. was to watch till his brother came. It was
No tidings were heard of him for more his only chance of seeing him; and he than six months, till one night as his young went on, without once failing, for eleven brother was knocking for admittance at months and twenty days. his own door, a figure in a domino came up, In order that he might do this more and put a note into his hand, at the same secretly, he frequently changed his lodgtime whispering his brother's name. It was ing; for as the time wore on he began to during the time of the carnival, when it is fear that his brother might have involved so much the custom for people to wear dis- himself in one of the political intrigues guises, that such things excite no surprise. common in those days, and he felt that the Anselmo, for this was his name, would have utmost caution was required, lest his conseized the domino by the hand, but he stant visits to that quarter of the city quickly disappeared in the crowd; and full should be watched, and lead to suspicion. of wonder and anxiety the young man A strange piece of blind obedience this read the letter which he had 'left behind seemed, even to himself, and of trust in
his brother; what appeared to him the " Anselmo, I live, I am well! and I be- strangest part of the letter was the entreaty seech thee, as thou lovest me, fail not to do that he would always bring a lantern; for me what I shall require, which is, that if there could be any fear," he thought, thou wilt go every night down that lane" of my not recognizing his step, or as if it which leads along the south wall of the could be likely that more men than one P-- Palace; ten paces from the last win- could by any probability be standing by dow but one thou shalt find a narrow slit in that solitary corner.” But in those days of the wall; bring with thee a dark lantern, tyrannical government and lawless faction, and into that slit do thou place it, turn- flight and mysterious disappearance were ing the light side inward that thou be not not uncommon. Thus Anselmo watched discovered. Thou shalt be at the place on, though hope began to wax faint, even every night at twelve, and thou shalt stay in his strong and patient heart. until the clock of St. Januarius striketh The clock struck one. “Eleven months," one. So do, and one night I will meet thee said he, “and. one and twenty days !-I there. Thy loving brother prays thee not will watch for thee the year out." He put to fail."
his band to the slit in the wall, and withThat very night the young nobleman drew his lantern ; it was dying in the went out unattended, in the hopes of meet- socket. What,” said he, “is the light ing with his brother. He carried a lantern, also weary of watching !"
He turned, and proceeded to the unfrequented lane and a heavy stone hard by his feet was
raised from beneath, and up from under the over to the keeping of his deadly enemy: earth came his brother.
one whose house had long heen of the opThy cloak — quick! cover me with it,” posite faction to his own. By this enemy he whispered. * Hide my prison gar- he was conveyed to the P— Palace, and ments.”
laid in a dungeon, that, as he said, “Noth· Thy prison garments !” repeated An- ing it seemed could have broken through, -selmo, faintly, for he was distraught and unless his teeth had been strong enough amazed.
to eat through that wall." His brother took the cloak and wrapped hour in the day his enemy came and looked himself in it. It was not so dark but that at him through a hole in the door; his food Anselmo could see that his feet were bare was given him by means of this aperture ; and his face haggard. He took the lantern and when he complained of the want of and threw it down, beckoning towards the bedding, they gave him, also by means of river.
the hole, a thin mattrass, and two coarse " Let it lie,” he said, to his young brother. rugs to cover him.
“ I am sorry the light has gone out just This dungeon contained nothing but one when it is wanted,” said Anselmo, for he large chest placed against the wall, and halfwas still amazed, and scarcely knew what filled with heavy stones; one of these, he he was talking about.
was given to understand, would be tied “ Eleven months and twenty-one days round his neck should he attempt to escape, hath it served me well,” his brother replied; and his body would be thrown into the “ nothing else, whether alive or dead, saving river. thyself only, will serve me so well again.” His light in the daytime came through
What a strange thing this was to hear; the little slit so often mentioned; but in but the walls of the old Italian city echoed daylight he could do nothing, for his enethe sound so softly that none awoke to list- my's eyes were frequently upon him ; from en, and the two figures, gliding under the twelve o'clock to three in the night were deep shadow of the houses, passed away, the only hours when all his jailers slept, and and were seen there no more.
then it was dark, and he could do nothing By morning dawn a vessel left the har- but just feel the strength and thickness of bour, and two brothers stood upon the deck, the wall: a hopeless task indeed to break bidding farewell to their native country; it down with one poor pair of hands! the one was young, the other had a wan But, after months of misery and despair, cheek, and hands hardened by labour; but one of the jailers took pity on him, and the prison dress was gone, and both were asked him whether there was anything he. clad in the usual costume of their rank and could do to help him to endure his captivity order.
better. “ Yes,” said the poor prisoner; “ And now we are safe and together," " I have been a studious man, and if I could said Anselmo, “I pray thee tell me thy now read, it would help me to endure my story. Why didst thou keep me waiting so misery. I dare not read in the daytime, for long, and where didst thou rise from at my enemy would not suffer me to have such last?"
a solace; but in the night, if I could have a “ That I can tell thee at all, is thy do- light in the slit.” ing," answered his brother : “ because thou The jailer was frightened, and told him didst never fail to bring me the lantern." not to think of it. Yet, as his prisoner kept
And then, while the grey Italian shores urging it, he looked at the height of the slit waxed faint in the sunny distance, and all and its small size, and then, when he had hearts began to turn towards the new world, heard the words that were to convey this whither the vessel was bound, Anselmo's request for a light, and that they told nothbrother descended with him into the cabin, ing as to where Anselmo's brother was, he and there told him, with many expressions consented to convey them; first getting a of affection, the remarkable tale which solemn promise that he would never attempt follows:
to speak to his brother, even if he should He had, unknown to his brother, made find it possible, and,.secondly, that he would himself obnoxious to the government; and never betray hin. the night of his disappearance he was sur- Whether this jailer felt certain that he rounded, and after making a desperate de- never could escape, whether he was not loth fence, he was overpowered and thrown into to aid in it, or whether he pitied him, and prison. In a dreadful dungeon he lay till thought no harm could come of the light, his wounds were healed, and then, for some is not known; certain it is that he searched cause unknown to himself, he was given this dungeon diligently every night, and ex
amined the iron protection to the slit: it It is the true story of a King's Son, one was far above the poor prisoner's head, and who saved the lives of many, and reconciled when the jailer found it always safe he ap- them to his Father whom they had offended. peared satisfied. Yet the work of breaking In his wonderful condescension, He called through the wall began the first night of himself their Elder Brother; but after He the lantern, and never ceased till it came had long dwelt among them, He one day to a triumphant conclusion.
disappeared from their sight, promising The great chest, as has been said, was them that after many days He would come half-full of heavy stones; as soon as the again. He sent them a message afterwards, light enabled him to act with certainty and entreating them to watch, and saying perfect quiet, he laid his mattress and rugs hold, I come quickly!” beside it, opened the lid, took every stone For a while they did watch ; but afterout in turn, and placed it on one of them; wards it was said in his kingdom which he he then, exerting all his strength, lifted had left, “ Our Lord delayeth his coming, the chest away, and began to undermine and we are weary of watching, the time is the stones behind it, and under it.
so long. If He had told us the exact day With wonderful skill and caution, he went or the exact hour when He would return, gradually on; but it took twenty minutes we would have been ready, and would have of labor to empty the chest, and twenty gone out to meet Him with great joy; but minutes to fill it with equal quiet: there re- we cannot always watch, though He has mained, therefore, only twenty minutes in promised us and done for us so much.” which to perform the rest of this herculean It is a long time now since that message labour.
was sent; some dispute its meaning, some But for the light he must have handled say it shall be on this manner, and some on the stones with less certainty, and, of course, that manner; some have even said, “ Those the least noise would have caused all to be many days must now be drawing near their discovered. How little could be done each close." night becomes evident, when it is remem- But, О prisoner, working by night in the bered that the stones and rubbish which he light of your brother's candle ! O elder displaced had to be put back again, and the brother, who had won such true fraternal chest returned to the same position before love! O friend so trusted in, though not the light was withdrawn.
understood, so longed for, though scarcely For nine months he made but little prog- expected - how differently was your earthly ress, and for the next two months the difti- claim admitted — your earthly command culty of disposing of the rubbish daunted obeyed! There was One who said, “ Watch, him; but the last night, when still far from for ye know not the day, neither the hour, the surface, though already through the when the Son of Man cometh ;” and “what wall, such a quantity of earth heaved in I say unto you, I say unto all- Watch!” that he swept it down fearlessly upon the BUT DO THEY WATCH ? floor of his dungeon, and resolved to make a daring effort to escape, and risk all on that one venture. He crept through the hole once more, and shielding his head with one
From the Sunday Magazine, arm, pushed upwards with the other; more
"THE BLACK CAMEL." and more earth fell, and at last, nearly suffocated, he applied all his strength to the flat stone that it had left bare, heaved it up
PARENTS and escaped to life and freedom.
Which is most remarkable here ? — the WIEN God sent us our little Edith, it trust of the elder brother, who could ven- was a time of darkness and of sorrow, and ture so much on a protracted attention to the smiles that welcomed her were somebis letter, or the obedience of the younger thing like the rays of sunshine breaking to a command which he could not under- through a rift in the storm-clouds, and fallstand?
ing upon the drenched and dripping foliWe can scarcely tell. Yet this story, age. But they were very bright smiles though widely different in some respects, nevertheless, just as the sunshine is, I think, has one point of resemblance to another all the brighter when it thus pierces the narrative far more worthy of credit, but blackness and is reflected by a myriad rainwhich passes among many for an idle tale, drops. And wonderful was the comfort if one may judge by the thoughts that they which that little baby brought us. There
she lay; tiny and helpless; clinging to us
A FEW THOUGHTS FOR BEREAVED
bestow upon it.