SERENADE. BY THE LATE PROFESSOR FRISBIE. WAKE, lady fair, and hear me sing- No sound now breaks the calm serene, Now on the lawn and dewy flower, ** So sensibility-sweet power! Seems loveliest when she bids us weep. But can the bosom peaceful be Shed her sweet influence o'er the soul. May she thy sacred guide be given, And resignation with her bring, And hope, with eye that points to heaven— This is the fondest wish I sing. How mild the lustre of this night, The thoughts that in my bosom spring, And now I'd soothe thee to repose; BLANCHE OF CASTILE AND SAINT LOUIS. LOUIS IX. was fortunate among princes, in having his mother for his nurse and chief instructer. A curious anecdote is told of Blanche at the time of her nursing, which shows how strong were her maternal feelings; though it proves she was haughty and passionate. At one time, when she was sick of a fever, a lady of the court, who, in imitation of the queen, was nursing her own child, offered her breast to the royal infant, who languished for his accustomed food. When Blanche revived, and called for her son, he was already satisfied; and being told what had passed, she compelled the child to throw back the milk he had swallowed, saying, "No other woman should dare to dispute with her the title of mother to her son." Saint Louis was but twelve years of age at the death of his father, who made Blanche regent of the kingdom and guardian of the young |