we see, is being gradually developed in its true light under the softening effect of influences of which she is as yet unconscious. Love and Nature, as Cyril says, are two more terrible even than she. Listen to her farewell to the little one : "Pretty bud! Lily of the vale! half-open'd bell of the woods! Pledge of a love not to be mine, farewell; We two must part. * But may thy mother prove As true to thee as false, false, false to me ! With ecstatic joy the mother receives her babe from Cyril, to whom the Princess has handed it, and having regained her composure, she implores forgiveness of Ida: I scarce am fit for your great plans: yet speak to me; Say one soft word and let me part forgiven.'" Once more Ida's sternness is severely tried. Even her unsentimental brother Arac pleads with her, Upon the woman.' "the woman is so hard 222 With regard to this sentiment there is an in structive note in Mr. Dawson's "Study "-from which so much of the matter of this sketch is borrowed. He says: "This unamiable trait results from woman's mission as the conservator of society. In this respect a woman's character is very narrow, but she feels instinctively that she cannot afford to be lax in offences against social laws. Psyche's weakness had in fact broken up Ida's University, and sins against the family tend to break up society." The weak old king, her father, moved beyond his custom, says: "I've heard that there is iron in the blood, And I believe it. Not one word? not one? and so on. This speech is an unwonted effort on his part and it tells with fine effect, as presently the Princess yields in words which for their honesty and simplicity compel our admiration and give a rich promise of the tenderness of her heart, latent as yet, but to be revealed at last in all its strength and beauty, all the purer for the cleansing fires through which it has passed: "Come hither, O Psyche,' she cried out, embrace me, come, I should have had to do with none but maids, And trust, not love, you less. "" The Northern king, however, mistrusts her still, and will not let her nurse his son; the rougher hand," he says, "is safer." Again she beseeches : "And now, O Sire, Grant me your son, to nurse, to wait upon him, He consents. And now the doors are flung open wide, and all the wounded knights on either side are brought in to be nursed. Lady Blanche, true to her nature, taunts the Princess : Your Highness: 466 Amazed am I to hear but these men came to woo Your Highness-verily I think to win! Ida's reply is dignified as ever, and full of scorn: "Pass, and mingle with your likes. We brook no further insult but are gone!'" The students are dismissed, "Till happier times cach to her proper hearth.” The Prince and his wounded knights are removed to the now vacant rooms. A separate room is reserved for the Prince, and there he is tended by Ida. The dreamy semi-conscious state of illness. is very faithfully described in the poem. But all the fair students had not gone: "Some were left of those Held sagest, and the great lords out and in, SONG. In this, the last of the songs, we have the application of these charming parables. Too much for the resolution of the Princess are these influences sweeping under the surface motives of human nature with irresistible sway. All theories are thrown aside, and in an outburst of tenderness, self-renunciation and faith she yields: 666 Ask me no more: the moon may draw the sea; But O too fond, when have I answer'd thee? Ask me no more: what answer should I give? Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal'd, Ask me no more.'" Thus in her apparent defeat does she rise to the supreme height of her womanhood. |