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the Muses' spring has retained a strong taste of the infusion. Pity was commanded by Jupiter to follow the steps of her mother through the world, dropping balm into the wounds the made, and binding up the hearts he had broken. She fallows with her hair loose, her bosom bare, and throbbing, her garments torn by the briers, and her feet bleeding with the roughness of the path. The nymph is mortal, for her mother is fo; and when the has ful6Ned her defined course apon the earth, they fall both expire together, and Love be again united to Joy, his immortal and long betrothed bride.
The DE A D ASS. AND this, faid he, patting the remains of a cruft into his wallet-and this should have been thy portion, faid he, had it thou been alive to have shared it with me.
I thought by the accent, it had been an apostrophe to his child;
but it was to his ass, and to the very ass we had feen dead in the road, which had occasioned La Fleur's mifad.
The man seemed to lament it mach; aud it inftantly brought into my mind Sancho's lamentation for his; but he did it with more true touches of nature..
The mourner was fitting upon a stone-bench at the doors, with the ass's pannel and its bridle on one side, which he took up from time to time—then laid them down-looked at them, and shook his head. He then took his crụft of bread out of his wallet again, as if to eat it; held it fome time in his hand-then laid it upon the bit of his ass's
bridle-looked wistfully at the little arrangement he had made--and then gave a sigh.
The fimplicity of his grief drew numbers about him, and La Fleur among the rest, whilst the horses were getting ready : as I continued fitting in the poft-chaise, I could see and hear over their heads..
He faid he had come laft from Spain, where he had been from the furthest borders of Franconia; and had got fo far on his return home, when his ass died. Every one seemed desirous to know what buliness could have taken fo old and poor“a man so far a journey from his own home.
It had pleased Heaven, he said, to bless him with three fons, the finest lads in al Germany; but having in one week lost two of them by the small-pox, and the youngest falling ill of the fame distemper, he was afraid of being bereft of them all, and made a vow, if Heaven would not take him from him also, he would go in gratitude to St. lago in Spain.
When the moarner got thus far in his story, he stopped to pay Nature her tribute--and wept bitterly,
He faid Heaven had accepted the conditions; and that he had fet out from his cottage with this poor creature, who had been a patient partner of his journey that it had eat the fame bread with him all the way, and was unto him as a friend.
EVERY body who tood aboot, heard the poor fellow with concern--La Fleur offered him money_The mourner faid he did not want it-it was not the value of the afs- but the loss of him-The afs, he faid, he was affured, loved him and upon this told them a long story of a mischance upon their passage over the Pyrenean mountains, which had separated them from each other three days; during which
time the ass had fought him as much as he had fought the ass, and that he had neither scarce eat or drank till they met.
Thou hast one comfort, friend, said I, at least, in the loss of thy poor beast; I am sure thou has been a merciful: master to him.-Alas! faid the mourner, I thought so, when he was alive—but now he is dead I think otherwise-I fear the weight of myself—and my afflictions togetherhave been too much for him—they have shortened the poor creature's days, and I fear I have them to answer for. Shame on the world! said I to myself, Did we love each other, as this poor soul but lov'd his ass--twould be something.
CH A P. X.
THE SWORD. WHEN fates and empires have their periods of declension and feel in their torns what diftress and
is -- I ftop not to tell the causes which gradually brought the house d'E***, in Brittany,into decay. The Marquis d'E*** had fought up against his condition - with great firmness; wishing to preserve and fill thew to the world some little fragments of what his ancestors had been-their indiscretion had put it out of his power. There was enough left for the little exigencies of obscurity-But he had two boys who looked up to him for light-he thought they deserved it. He had tried his sword - it could not open the way--the mounting was too expensive--and simple economy was not a match for it-There was no resource but
In any other province in France, fave Brittany, this was
fmiting the root for ever of the little tree his pride and af. fection wished to see re-blossom-But in Brittany, there being a provision for this, he availed himself of it; and taking an occasion when the states were assembled at Rennes, the Marquis, attended with his two sons, entered the court; and having pleaded the right of an ancient law of the duchy, which, though seldom claimed, he said, was no less in force; he took his sword from his side-Here-faid hem take it; and be trusty guardians of it, till better times put . me in a condition to reclaim it.
The president accepted the Marquis's sword-he staid a few minutes to see it deposited in the archieves of his house -and departed.
The Marquis and his whole family embarked the next day for Martinico, and in about nineteen or twenty years of successful application to business, with some unlooked for bequest from distant branches of his house-returned home to reclaim his nobility, and to support it.
It was an incident of good fortune which will never happen to any traveller, but a sentimental one, that I hould be at Rennes at the very time of this solemn requifition: I call it folemn-it was so to me.
The Marquis entered the court with his whole family; he supported his lady-his eldest son supported his fifter, and his youngest was at the other extreme of the line next his mother he put
his handkerchief to his face twice THERE was a dead silence. When the Marquis had approached within fix paces of the tribunal, he gave the Marchioness to his youngest son, and advancing three steps before his family—he relaimed his sword. His sword was given him, and the moment he got it into his hand he drew italmoli out of the scabbard-it was the shining face of a
friend he had once given up. He looked attentively a long time at it, beginning at the hilt, as if to fee whether it was the fame—when observing a little rust which it had contracted near the point, he brought it near his eye,
and bending his head down over it I think I faw a tear fall upon the place: I could not be deceived by what followed.
“ I SHALL find, (faid he) some other way to get it off.”
When the Marquis had said this, he returned his sword into its scabbard, made a bow to the guardian of it--and, with his wife and daughter, and his two fons following him, walked out. O How I envied him his feelings!
; instantly let down the foreglass to hear them distinctlylis Maria, taid the postilion, obterving I was listening-Poor Maria, continued he, (leaning his. body on one side to let me see her, for he was in a line between us,) is fitting upon a bank playing her vespers upon her pipe, with her little goat beside her.
The young fellow uttered this with an accent and a look so perfectly in tune to a feeling heart, that I instantly made a vow, I would give him a four and twenty fous pieces. when I
to MoulinesAnd who is poor Maria ? said I.
The love and pity of all the villages around us, said the poftilion-It is but three years ago, that the fun did