BADOURS ry name of g minstrels 18, sirvente din of arms, the stir of thousands in the crusades against | forms of Provençal poetry flourished adins of old, whose heroic exploits against the Infidel | pilgrimage in search of the far-famed beauty enduring many miseries on his disastrous jo reached the shores of Palestine only to die in t his ladye-love. The countess, who had haster come him on his arrival, placed his body, we ar a rich and honorable tomb of porphyry, on▾ inscribed some verses in the Arabic tongue." re the theme of wandering minstrels in every Christian n the gallery of noble and stately figures furnished by o Raymond de Miravals, who, Nostradamus informs was "deeply learned in the science of love," we are ebted for a series of lifelike portraits of some of the liest women of the period. This fashionable poet, orious for his misfortunes in love, died "poor, and n out in body and mind," after spending many years is life sighing in the train of a noted beauty. An old ach chronicler writes: "Through the songs of Rayid was Adelais admired and sought of all the barons i near, and she became the subject of curiosity even he courts of Aragon and Toulouse, and the king and count sent her messages and presents of jewels, which willingly accepted." he great ambition of ladies in the days of chivalry was e eulogized in song, and made famous by the canzons madrigals of the troubadours; so long as they were theme, it mattered not how gallant and equivocal was poetry. The Counters of Tripolis was the cause of the incholy and dramatic episode which cut short the H Another minstrel in the train of Richard world-renowned Peter Vidal, unrivaled as an tore, and gifted with an exquisite voice. far and wide, scattering canzons and sirve Christendom; and his "Jongleur's Story" pro haps a greater impression, and clings to the mem stranger fascination, than any lyrical compositi period. Vidal was for some time in the househ Lord of Baux, whose fame as a troubadour was › It was in return for the lays of this high-borr that Frederick Barbarossa presented to him th City of Orange. Conquered by the Saracens, re by Charlemagne, this interesting old place boasts the most romantic histories in the annals of Fren and its vicissitudes were commemorated in Prover Marseilles, Toulouse, Carcassonne, were all famou the Langue d'Oc; but perhaps the favorite hau wandering troubadours was Aix, the ancient capit vence, where the richest rewards of jewels, mone etc., besides unbounded hospitality, were sure the exhibition of their skill. Who could imagine little moribund town, a few miles from Marseille one time the dwelling-place of a noble family, t of the most brilliant circle in Southern France ? realize in its picturesque decay the pomp and p of its old historic aspect in the days of chival Giovanni, the troubadour Count of Provence, the heritor of a mighty name, sang in his court at Ai fondest and proudest memories have gathered ro name of Count Giovanni, his country, his pe valor. It is curious to note in the records of the trou how many successful followers of the "gentle craf connected with the cloister. The witty and d Monk of Montaudon was known as a fashionabl whilst his superior, Folquet, afterward Bishop of T from a gay troubadour became a fierce religious Many ecclesiastics were sent from monasteries to p sort of musical crusade against the heretics in the d'Oc, who also had their champions in the land Some even became military chiefs of high renown. spicuous amongst them was the monk, Louis Las son of the Count of Ventimiglia. To quote from damus, who discourses much on this member of an and noble family: "He was of such a happy wit, n in the poetical Provencal, but also in the vulgar d that nobody could equal the sweetness of his inv While yet a youth, he took Holy Orders in a mona but afterward falling in love with a lady of the nei hood, the sister of the great Isnard of Glanderes, h ried her, and had five children. The Queen Gi having a powerful army in Provence for the expuls the free companies, gave the command thereof to La who was valiant and skilled in war. At the end campaign, the envy and malice of his ill-wishers him to be persecuted by Pope Urban V., who d that he should return to his convent. But he, who rather have chosen death in preference, and who sa med bean disastrous ly to die in an o bad Lates body, m orphyry, an ie tongue of Ricard valed as a te voice ancient capa ! Proven the ords of the t rd Bishop of Lo nk, Lou's Le o quote member of less of his int The Queen St 1 thereof to Le is ill-wishers ban V., wie is Bot be h e, and who st ɔre and more! services that the poet had rendered, and those that he | Sunday-scholar, who persistently annoy In this cursory sketch of the troubadours, it would be Another wandering couple were the celebrated Raymond Ferrand and the Lady of Courbon, who retired from the world, after some years of joyous minstrelsy, to convents within sight of each other. This Lady of Courbon was notorious as one of the presidents of the "Conrt of Love," held in the Castle of Romanini. Queen Eleanor, wife of Henry II., the Countess of Champagne, the Countess of Narbonne, and many noted beauties, gave sentences in these courts, which Hallam speaks of as "fantastical solemnities where ridiculous questions of gallantry were debated." To borrow the language of Sismondi-the noble ladies of that period "instituted courts of love, in which questions of gallantry were gravely discussed and determined by their suffrages; in a word, they had brought the whole of the south of France into a state of carnival, which forms a singular contrast to the ideas of reserve, virtue and modesty which we ascribe to the good old times." In Provence, during the Middle Ages, the serenade was a custom, with the charming Alba and Serena-morning and evening songs. Many chivalrous singers were adepts in this light and characteristic form of Provençal poetry. An old proverb says, "The Arabs' registers are the verses of their bards;" and so these mediæval canzons and madrigals-which are inseparably connected with a most romautic era-present the old life with all its grand ideas and great actions; bringing many illustrious names out of the dim mists of fable into the clear daylight of history. "UNTIL SEVENTY TIMES SEVEN." FORGIVENESS has been beautifully illustrated by the simile of the sea-worm and the mussel. The sea-worm perforates the mussel's shell, and then the wound is " BRING HIM UNTO M A LADY who was in great distress on and wayward brother, went one Sunda accustomed seat in the house of God. she that she felt herself to be in no cond by the services of the sanctuary. A vi cupied the pulpit that day, and was chapter of Mark. While he read on w pression the wonderful words, this Ch came deeply interested, and for the time When the nineteenth verse was reached with emphasis the direction of the M unto Me." These last words came with comfort to the sad and burdened heart. bered by her of the sermon or the rem message had already come to her from Spirit had sent the words, "Bring hin with power to her soul, and she was there to cast her burdens on the Lord as prayer aud faith she carried her errin compassionate Saviour, who is as acce help now as when He walked the earth The load was lifted, and this tru sitting at the feet of Jesus was assured t other all would be well. She went awa prayer, no longer with bowed head, but confidence that God had heard her pray her petition. She had heard the voice gone to Him. She had carried her by God's own time she was permitted to se prayer, and had the unspeakable joy o precious one had confessed Christ as h has passed away, but she rejoices in the that He is for ever with the Lord. ago. On THE two most skillful architects in all the world are the bee and the spider. The one puts up a sugar-manufactory, and the other builds a slaughter-house for flies. a bright Summer morning, when the sun comes out and shines upon the spider's web, bedecked with dew, the gossamer structure seems bright enough for a suspension bridge for supernatural beings to cross on. But alas for the poor fly, which, in the latter part of that very day, ventures on it, and is caught and dungeoned and destroyed. The fly was informed that it was a free bridge, and would cost nothing, but at the other end of the bridge the toll paid was its own life. The next day there comes down a strong wind, and away goes the web, and the marauding spider and the victimized fly. So delicate are the silken threads of the spider's web that many thousands of them are put together before they become visible to the human eye, and it takes four million of them to make a thread as large as the human hair. Most cruel as well as most ingenious is the spider. A prisoner in the Bastile, France, had one so trained that at the sound of a violin it every day came for its meal of flies. Job, the author of my text, and the leading scientist of his day, had no doubt watched the voracious process of this one insect with another, and saw spider and fly swept down with the same broom, for scattered by the same wind. Alas! that the world has so many designing spiders and poor victimized flies. There has not been a time when the utter and black irresponsibility of many men, having the financial interests of others in charge, has been more evident than in these last few years. The unroofing of banks and disappearance of administrators with the funds of large estates, and the disorder amidst post-office accounts and deficits amid United States officials, have made a pestilence of crime that solemnizes every thoughtful man and woman, and leads every philanthropist and Christian to ask: What shall be done to stay the plague? There is a monsoon abroad, a typhoon, a sirocco. I sometimes ask myself if it would not be better for men making wills to bequeath the property directly to the executors and officers of the court, and appoint the widows and orphans a committee to see that the former got all that did not belong to them. The simple fact is that there are a large number of men sailing yachts and driving fast horses, and members of expensive clubhouses and controlling country-seats, who are not worth a dollar if they return to others their just rights. Under some sudden reverse they fail, and with afflicted air seem to retire from the world and seem almost ready for monastic life, when in two or three years they blossom out again, having compromised with their creditors-that is, paid them nothing but regrets-and the only difference between the second chapter of prosperity and the first is that their pictures are Murillos instead of Kensetts, and their horses go a mile in twenty seconds less than their predecessors, and instead of one country-seat they have three. I have watched and have noticed that nine out of ten of those who fail, in what is called high life, have more means after only a stratagem to escape the pay and put the world off the track whil swindle. There is something wofu that these things are possible. First of all, I charge the blame bank directors and boards having in institutions. It ought not to be pos or cashier, or prominent officer of a swindle it year after year without de take to say that if these frauds are three years without detection, either ners in the infamy and pocketed par are guilty of a culpable neglect of will hold them as responsible as E ledged defrauders. What right hay men to allow their names to be pub a financial institution, so that unsoj thereby induced to deposit their m scrip thereof, when they, the, pul doing nothing for the safety of the case of deception most reprehensible surplus of money, not needed for im it may be indispensable a little fu friends competent to advise them, solely by the character of the men v ciated with the institution. When with the overthrow of the banks w and limited fortunes of widows and lessly aged, the directors stood with the inquiry of the frenzied deposit who had lost their all, and to the arr nant public, had nothing to say exc was all right. We did not know wrong going on." It was their duty in a position which deluded the peo they were carefully observant. Call ors, they did not direct. They had ing accounts and inspecting the boo Then they had no business to ac seems to be the pride of some mone ors in a great many institutions, whether or not they get their div their names are used as decoy duck enough to be made game of. What, is that 5,000 bank directors and insu ors resign or attend to their busin business world will be full of fraud is so easy. When you arrest the p of a bank for an embezzlement carri have plenty of sheriffs out the same directors. They are guilty either of "Oh," some one will say, "be pel, and let business matters alone. Gospel does not inspire common ho of men, the sooner you close up you into the depths of the Atlantic Oc orthodox swindler is worse than The recitation of all the catechism a |