Go, pray to God, that thou mayst love him less! "The more I pray, the more I love! It is no sin, for God is on my side!" It was enough; and Jane no more replied. Now to all hope her heart is barred and cold; She takes a sweet, contented air; So that, departing at the evening's close, She says, "She may be saved! she nothing knows!" Poor Jane, the cunning sorceress ! Now that thou wouldst, thou art no prophetess ! III. Now rings the bell, nine times reverberating, Queen of a day, by flatterers caressed, The one puts on her cross and crown, The other, blind, within her little room, And, 'neath her bodice of bright scarlet dye, The one, fantastic, light as air, And joyous singing, Forgets to say her morning prayer! The other, with cold drops upon her brow, Joins her two hands, and kneels upon the floor, And whispers, as her brother opes the door, "O God! forgive me now!" And then the orphan, young and blind, Towards the church, through paths unscanned, With tranquil air, her way doth wind. Odours of laurel, making her faint and pale, Round her at times exhale, And in the sky as yet no sunny ray, But brumal vapours gray. Near that castle, fair to see, Crowded with sculptures old in every part, And proud of its name of high degree, A little chapel, almost bare All gloriousthat it lifts aloof, Above each jealous cottage roof, Its sacred summit, swept by autumn gales, And its blackened steeple high in air, Round which the osprey screams and sails. "Paul, lay thy noisy rattle by! " Thus Margaret said. "Where are we? we ascend!" "Yes; seest thou not our journey's end? Hearest not the osprey from the belfry cry? The hideous bird, that brings ill luck, we know ! The night we watched beside his bed, 63 Come in! The bride will be here soon: Thou tremblest! O my God! thou art going to swoon!" What wouldst thou do, my daughter?"-and she started; But Paul, impatient, urges evermore Her steps towards the open door; And when, beneath her feet, the unhappy maid Suspended from the low-arched portal, At length the bell, With booming sound, Sends forth, resounding round, Its hymeneal peal o'er rock and down the dell. For soon arrives the bridal train, And with it brings the village throng. In sooth, deceit maketh no mortal gay, Thinks only of the beldame's words of 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, At the holy table stands the priest ; The wedding ring is blessed; Baptiste receives it ; He must pronounce one word at least! 'Tis spoken; and sudden at the groomsman's side "'Tis he! a well-known voice has cried. " And while the wedding guests all hold their breath, Opes the confessional, and the blind girl, see! Baptiste," she said, "since thou hast wished my death, As holy water be my blood for thee!" And calmly in the air a knife suspended! Doubtless her guardian angel near attended, For anguish did its work so well, That, ere the fatal stroke descended, At eve, instead of bridal verse, Decked with flowers, a single hearse THE story of " EVANGELINE" is founded on a painful occurrence which took place in the early period of British colonization in the northern part of America. In the year 1713, Acadia, or, as it is now named, Nova Scotia, was ceded to Great Britain by the French. The wishes of the inhabitants seem to have been little consulted in the change, and they with great difficulty were induced to take the oath of allegiance to the British Government. Some time after this, war having again broken out between the French and British in Canada, the Acadians were accused of having assisted the French, from whom they were descended, and connected by many ties of friendship, with provisions and ammunition, at the siege of Beau Séjour. Whether the accusation was founded on fact or not has not been satisfactorily ascertained; the result, however, was most disastrous to the primitive, simpleminded Acadians. The British Government ordered them to be removed from their homes, and dispersed throughout the other colonies, at a distance from their much-loved land. resolution was not communicated to the inhabitants till measures had been matured to carry it into immediate effect, when the Governor of the colony, having issued a summons calling the whole people to a meeting, informed them that their lands, tenements, and cattle of all kinds were forfeited to the British crown, that he had orders to remove them in vessels to di tant colonies, and they must remain in custody till their embarkation. This The poem is descriptive of the fate of some of the persons involved in these calamitous proceedings. THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient, |