noble knights and ladies who graced the court of Baron de Brunne.

Ludovico, having finished this story, laid aside the book, for he felt drowsy; and after putting more wood on the fire, and taking another glass of wine, he reposed himself in the armchair on the hearth. In his dream he still beheld the chamber where he really was, and once or twice started from his imperfect slumbers, imagining he saw a man's face looking over the high back of his armchair. This idea had so strongly impressed him, that, when he raised his eyes, he almost expected to meet other eyes fixed upon his own; and he quitted his seat, and looked behind the chair, before he felt perfectly convinced that no person was there.

Thus closed the hour.

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SIR WALTER RALEIGH.

RALEIGH, SIR WALTER, a famous English courtier and admiral; born at Hayes, in Devonshire, in 1552; beheaded at Westminster, October 29, 1618. During many years Raleigh took an active part in the irregular hostilities between England and Spain, and became very wealthy. At the accession of James I. to the English throne, in 1603, he was stripped of his preferments and forbidden to appear at Court. Not long afterward he was arrested upon a charge of conspiracy. He was convicted; but, instead of being put to death at once, the execution of the sentence was deferred, and he was committed to the Tower, where he was kept a prisoner for thirteen years. During his imprisonment he wrote his "History of the World," which was published in 1614. The "History" commences with the creation, but is brought down only to the end of the Macedonian empire, 167 B. C. For some reason, Raleigh was released from the Tower in 1615, and engaged in an unsuccessful expedition to Guiana. He made his way back to England, and was at once committed to the Tower, and afterwards was beheaded under the old sentence. The separate works of Raleigh have been several times reprinted. A complete edition of them, in eight volumes, was published in 1829. Among his works are several short poems.

THE LIE.

Go, Soul, the body's guest

Upon a thankless arrant:

Fear not to touch the best;

The truth must be thy warrant:

Go, since I needs must die,

And give the world the lie.

Say to the Court, it glows

And shines like rotten wood;
Say to the Church, it shows
What's good, and doth no good:

If Court and Church reply,
Then give them both the lie.

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Tell Wit how much it wrangles
In tickle points of niceness;
Tell Wisdom she entangles

Herself in over-wiseness:
And when they do reply,
Straight give them both the lie.

Tell Physic of her boldness;
Tell Skill it is pretension;

Tell Charity of coldness;

Tell Law it is contention:

And as they do reply,
Go give them still the lie.

So when thou hast, as I

Commanded thee, done blabbing Although to give the lie

Deserves no less than stabbing – Stab at thee, he that will,

No stab the Soul can kill.

THE PILGRIMAGE.

GIVE me my scallop-shell of quiet,
My staff of faith to walk upon,

My scrip of joy, immortal diet,

My bottle of salvation,

My gown of glory, hope's true gauge;
And thus I'll take my pilgrimage!

Blood must be my body's balmer,

No other balm will there be given; Whilst my soul, like quiet palmer, Travelleth toward the land of Heaven,