'Thoughtless Angela, beware! Lest, when thou weddest this false bridegroom, Thou diggest for thyself a tomb!" And she was silent; and the maidens fair Arrived! yet keeps aloof so far! And knows that of my night he is the star! Knows that long months I wait alone, benighted, And count the moments since he went away! Come! keep the promise of that happier day, That I What joy have I without thee? what delight? may keep the faith to thee I plighted! Grief wastes my life, and makes it misery; Day for the others ever, but for me Forever night! forever night! When he is gone 't is dark! my soul is sad! I suffer! O my God! come, make me glad. When he is near, no thoughts of day intrude; Day has blue heavens, but Baptiste has. blue eyes! Within them shines for me a heaven of love, Saw from each eye escape a swollen tear; A heaven all happiness, like that above, But on a little streamlet silver-clear, And down green alleys Of verdurous valleys, With merry sallies, They sang the refrain: No more of grief! no more of lassi tude! Earth I forget, and heaven, and all distresses, When seated by my side my hand he presses; But when alone, remember all! Where is Baptiste? he hears not when I call! A branch of ivy, dying on the ground, The roads should blossom, the roads In pity come! be to my suffering kind should bloom, True love, they say, in grief doth more But thou art cold, art chill as death; My little friend! what ails thee, sweet?" "Nothing! I heard them singing home the bride; And, as I listened to the song, Thou knowest it is at Whitsuntide. When they behold him at my And poor Baptiste, what sayest thou? It must seem long to him;- - methinks I see him now!" Jane, shuddering, her hand doth press: "Thy love I cannot all approve; We must not trust too much to happi prophetess! Round her at times exhale, This morning, in the fulness of thy heart, | And in the sky as yet no sunny ray, Thou wast so, far beyond thine art! But brumal vapors gray. Hearest not the osprey from the belfry cry? The hideous bird, that brings ill luck, we know ! Dost thou remember when our father 'O daughter, I am weak and low; Take care of Paul; I feel that I am dying!' And thou, and he, and I, all fell to crying? Then on the roof the osprey screamed aloud; And here they brought our father in his shroud. There is his grave; there stands the cross we set ; Why dost thou clasp me so, dear Margaret? Come in! The bride will be here soon: Thou tremblest! O my God! thou art going to swoon!" She could no more, the blind girl, | Ere on the finger of the bride he leaves weak and weary! A voice seemed crying from that grave so dreary, "What wouldst thou do, my daughter?" and she started, it, He must pronounce one word at least! 'Tis spoken; and sudden at the groomsman's side And quick recoiled, aghast, faint-""T is he!" a well-known voice has hearted; Mute as an idiot, sad as yester-morning, cried. Thinks only of the beldame's words of FROM THE NOEI BOURGUIGNON DE warning. And Angela thinks of her cross, I wis; To be a bride is all! The pretty lisper Feels her heart swell to hear all round her whisper, "How beautiful! how beautiful she is!" But she must calm that giddy head, For already the Mass is said; At the holy table stands the priest ; The wedding ring is blessed; Baptiste receives it; BARÔZAI. GUI I HEAR along our street Pass the minstrel throngs; Hark! they play so sweet, On their hautboys, Christmas songs! Let us by the fire Ever higher Sing them till the night expire! In December ring Every day the chimes; Loud the gleemen sing In the streets their merry rhymes. INTRODUCTION. SHOULD you ask me, whence these stories? Whence these legends and traditions, With the dew and damp of meadows, I should answer, I should tell you, "From the forests and the prairies, From the great lakes of the Northland, From the land of the Ojibways, From the land of the Dacotahs, From the mountains, moors, and fenlands, Where the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah, Should you ask where Nawadaha Found these songs, so wild and wayward, Found these legends and traditions, I should answer, I should tell you, "All the wild-fowl sang them to him, If still further you should ask me, I should answer your inquiries |