These tyrannic States decks with plunder and The hope of success set his heart in a flame; show. And reckless of danger that high rank would bring, In secret he longed for the title of king. There no princes appear, no lords of the land, Who in rank with our ancient peers take their stand,Who seated near kings, and of France judges Then Potier rose and demands to be heard.3 born, His great moral worth gave force to the word. Still hold its appearance, though of power they In these dissolute times with vice so infected, are shorn. Of our parliament then the wise deputies sent And a new pomp and splendor the Louvre adorn. Potier's unbending justice was always respected. And thus, in a ship by the rude ocean stirred, No sound meets the ear but the foam at the prow, As her way to the harbor she hastens to plough. Thus Potier appeared. While for justice he spoke, No sound but his voice on the deep silence broke. "Mayenne you elect for your king by your Your error I see, and can pardon your choice. Declares to the legate, in his favor to keep, That the lilies must under the tiara weep, They that bloody tribunal in Paris must place,2 Of the power of the monks both the sign and disgrace, Which, acknowledged in Spain, is regarded But the law is supreme, and this man of with shame, renown, And avenging her altars, but serves to de- If he empire accept, is unworthy the crown." fame, train Which, covered with blood, is the funeral pyre, As he spoke, Mayenne enters, and with him a would state Human victims were needed those gods to placate! Another, his purse with the gold of Spain etored, His country would sell to the Spaniards ab horred. But a powerful party, with one common voice, Declared for Mayenne as the king of their choice. That rank was now due to his powerful name. And a pomp that to royalty only pertain. course. "Yes, prince," he exclaimed, “though my I dare to oppose you for France and our State. Your rank next in order you proudly may own; throne. From the shadowy world, no claim can Guise bring; For his ashes sufficient the blood of a king. E'en the wicked recoil when the shaft of truth flies. Their minds are disturbed both by anger and fear, Let the death of Valois your just revenge smoth- When a thousand strong voices now burst on er; Abuse not the virtues that Heaven bestows; By false zeal excited, the priests the cross drop What law, what example, or rather what rage Is the son of St. Louis, to his oath a defaulter, altar? From the foot of the altar he counsel would take; And the laws he reveres which you wantonly break. Virtue truly he honors in every sect; Would your worship and even your errors re- To God he would leave, the true Judge of men, He would reign as your king, your father, your the ear, And a cry is sent forth by the factious host, Dense volumes of dust in the air now arise, druia Proclaim that the hour of battle has come. Thus descending on earth from the caves of the north, By thunder preceded, the tempest bursts forth. Clouds of dust on the wings of the whirlwind arise, And onward are borne in its path through the skies. It was Henry's army that, hating repose And the citizens called to the struggle of war. Bourbon wasted not hours so dear in his sight And more Christian than you, would his par- By honoring the king with a funeral rite, He gives freedom to all; should he not be free? ter, By inscribing with titles the stone at his head, By the river his hand no mausoleum placed, To deaden the point of death's envious dart. Without murmurs expired, and, strong in the In the unadorned grave wherein Valois was In a moment, Mayenne has mounted the ramparts; The soldiers, assembled, have rushed to their standards, To a language so bold not a word was replied; Paris widely differed, in those stormy days, ure, The opening abyss seals the warrior's doom; That peace has now opened for pastime and His warriors rush with him these tempests to pleasure, meet, Those superb avenues, where the populace With the thunders above, and with hell at their crowds, Adorned with gilt palaces mocking the clouds, Were long lines of hamlets, by ramparts well screened, But distinct from the city by a moat intervened. On the side from the east Bourbon makes his attack; feet. In the path of their king only true glory lies; They care for nought else, and push on for the prize. Mornay, borne on the tide of a torrent so rapid, He is close to the walls, and death marks his His spirit a stranger to rage or to terrors, track. Fire and balls fly round from all parts,— Those threatening ramparts, their works, and Give way to the fury of these fiery showers. One sees their battalions all broken and battered, and scattered. He heeds not the cannon, and is calm amidst horrors. He contemplates war in a stoical light,— A plague sent from heaven, but needful and right. His philosophy follows where honor precedes, And condemns in his words, but supports by his deeds. And their limbs from their bodies dismembered At length, they descend by that dangerous road Which stops at a glacis all slippery with blood. To meet this new danger fresh efforts are made; The trenches choke up with their fascines and dead. Whate'er the balls reach like dust falls asunder, And the battle they fight is a battle of thunder. In days more remote and in science unskilled, They march and advance on the heaps of the slain; With precipitate steps to the breach they attain. With his sword red with blood, and his shield to defend, Henry leads in the van, and is first to ascend. Their offspring their thoughts to invention have He mounts, and already in triumph has placed given, The standard of France with his own lilies graced. And have called to their aid the lightning of heaven. Huge bombs through the, air their fire-track made, And which first to the Flemings their power displayed; In their bosom, inflammable powders are pent, They burst, and destruction is scattered around. O'er this treacherous ground, the soldier is fly- To encounter the foe, on his valor relying. At this sight, from the rebels all valor seems flown, And as subjects their king and their conqueror own, They yielded. Mayenne, at this critical time, Their courage renews; they return to their crime. By their serried battalions the king is assailed, That king before whom so lately they quailed. On the walls, cruel Discord near the combatants draws, And bathes in the blood that is shed in her cause. Brought to close combat, each man in this strife No longer is heard the cannon's loud thunder, A silence prevails; it is sullen with rage, With eye fiercely fixed, and arm nerved for the In this quarrel, which hero didst thou mean to prevail? In whose favor was justice to weigh down the scale? With Bourbon and Essex, Mayenne and d'Aumale, Besieged and besieging, the courage is equal. Each man carves his way through the ranks of The troops for the right at last bear the sway; the foe. Bourbon passes the ramparts, and carries the day; A rampart is taken; it next is regained, ed is stained. Uncertain the issues of conquest remain ; Near the flag of Bourbon floats the flag of Lorrain. The besiegers resistance inflexible meet; A hundred times victors, a hundred times beat. Like the waves of the ocean that surge on the strand, By the Leaguers no longer resistance is made; The ramparts are yielded, and they are dismayed. As a torrent descends from the Pyrenees' height, Its course through the vales fills the nymphs with affright. The dykes that are built for arresting its course They cover by turns and recede from the land. For a short time resist its impetuous force; In no instance, before these assaults had been The king and his rival such greatness displayed. But powerless soon 'gainst the pressure to stand, They yield, and destruction is borne through the land. Uprooted and prostrate the noble oak lies Kept collected and calm in the midst of the car-That had long braved the storm with its head nage. They order, dispose, at the same moment act, In the mean time, the English, a brave, chosen band Whom the valiant Essex was proud to command, With resolute step to the contest advance, While over their heads waves the standard of in the skies; The toppling rock rolls down on the plain ; Which his courage had carried though ably de- And pursuing the rebels now taking to flight, He mowed down their ranks with the arm of his might. The Sixteen look on with an utter dismay, They come in the pride of their country's And flee from the sword of th' avenger away. name, And are willing to fight or to die for its fame. On those very spots where the Seine winds its way, Their ancestors formerly held regal sway. Essex mounts by the breach, where d'Aumale he finds; Mayenne seeks the city, yet saved by the fates, Through the suburbs are scattered with torches Both brilliant, both youthful, with generous Their valor in fury licentious troops merge, minds. Thus the demi-gods looked on the ramparts of And with fire and pillage their way on they urge. These Henry saw not; his violent flight. sight. Their friends all about them their prowess em- In pursuit of the foe shut them out from his Angel of destruction and soul of this strife, With valor inflamed and with conquest elate, We will make this proud city a funeral pyre." When he uttered these words, lo! a phantom of Like a cloud that the zephyr has scattered in light From the depths of a cloud stood revealed to his sight. A body majestic, from grossness refined, space. In the mean time, the foe, from the top of the wall, To Bourbon came down on the wings of the On the king and his troops destruction let fall. wind. His features the sparks of divinity grace, "Stay thy hand," he exclaimed, "too unfor- Abandon not thus to pillage and flames And thy subjects all murdered, reign king of the dead! French, citizens, strangers, this army compose, And with stubborn resistance, the assailants oppose. A bright halo of glory round Henry is shed, Which scatters the tempest that beats on his head. Then he saw through the slaughter so awful and wide, How Louis had rescued his favorite child. Having lightened the earth in his brilliant ca- |