He spake, and led her near a straw-roofed cot, Love's palace. By the Virtues circled there, The Immortal listened to such melodies As aye, when one good deed is registered Labor was there, his crisp locks floating loose; Still followed on his path; and, where he trod, Delights and awes the soul: a laurel wreath Too bold approached; yet anxious would he read When pleasing. Hymning him, the song was raised. 66 Glory to thee, whose vivifying power Glory to thee, Creator Love! to thee, That strew the thorny path of life with flowers! The awakened woodlands echo all the day Gleam with the mother's smile. Thrice happy he NOTES TO THE VISION OF THE MAID OF ORLEANS. NOTE 1, p. 325. — Instructing best the passive faculty. MAY says of Serapis ; — "Erudit at placide humanam per somnia mentem, Nocturnaque quiete docet; nulloque labore Hic tantum parta est pretiosa scientia, nullo Excutitur studio verum. Mortalia corda Tunc Deus iste docet, cum sunt minus apta doceri, Cum nullum obsequium præstant, meritisque fatentur Cum nil scire valent. Non illo tempore sensus Cum propriis possunt per se discursibus uti, Sup. Lucani. I have met with a singular tale to illustrate this spiritual theory of dreams: Guntrum, King of the Franks, was liberal to the poor; and he himself experienced the wonderful effects of divine liberality. For one day, as he was hunting in a forest, he was separated from his companions, and arrived at a little stream of water, with only one comrade of tried and approved fidelity. Here he found himself oppressed by drowsiness, and, reclining his head upon the servant's lap, went to sleep. The servant witnessed a wonderful thing; for he saw a little beast creep out of the mouth of his sleeping master, and go immediately to the streamlet, which it vainly attempted to cross. The servant drew his sword, and laid it across the water, over which the little beast easily passed, and crept into a hole of a mountain on the opposite side; from whence it made its appearance again in an hour, and returned by the same means into the king's mouth. The king then awakened, and told his companion that he had dreamt that he was arrived upon the bank of an immense river, which he had crossed by a bridge of iron, and from thence came to a mountain in which a great quantity of gold was concealed. When the king had concluded, the servant related what he had beheld; and they both went to examine the mountain, where, upon digging, they discovered an immense weight of gold. I stumbled upon this tale in a book entitled, "SPHINX, Theologico-Philosophica. Authore Johanne Heidfeldio, Ecclesiaste Ebersbachiano. 1621." The same story is in Matthew of Westminster. It is added that Guntrum applied the treasures thus found to pious uses. For the truth of the theory, there is the evidence of a monkish miracle. When Thurcillus was about to follow St. Julian, and visit the world of souls, his guide said to him, "Let thy body rest in the bed; for thy spirit only is about to depart with me; and, lest the body should appear dead, I will send into it a vital breath." The body, however, by a strange sympathy, was affected like the spirit; for, when the foul and fetid smoke which arose from the tithes withheld on earth had nearly suffocated Thurcillus, and made him cough twice, those who were near his body said that it coughed twice about the same time. - Matthew Paris. NOTE 3, p. 337.—Or deeper sable dyed. These lines strongly resemble a passage in the "Pharonnida" of William Chamberlayne, a poet who has told an interesting story in uncouth rhymes, and mingled sublimity of thought and beauty of expression with the quaintest conceits and most awkward inversions: "On a rock more high Than Nature's common surface, she beholds Its sacred mysteries. A trine within A quadrate placed, both these encompast in A perfect circle was its form; but what Is undiscovered left. A tower there stands At every angle, where Time's fatal hands, The impartial Parcæ, dwell. I' the first she sees From immaterial essences to cull The seeds of life, and of them frame the wool Myriads of souls, that yet want flesh to lie Warm'd with their functions in, whose strength bestows "Her next of objects was that glorious tower Some purpled in afflictions, others dycd Of life can lead mortality unto, Fear was the dreadful porter, which let in All guests sent thither by destructive Sin." It is possible that I may have written from the recollection of this passage. The conceit is the same; and I willingly attribute it to Chamberlayne, a poet to whom I am indebted for many hours of delight. |