"Now, surely," said the youthful knight, "You are lady Ballisance, Wife to the Grecian Emperor : Your brother's king of France. "For in your royal brother's court "If so, know your accuser's dead, And long your lord hath sought you out "And when no tidings he could learn Of his much-wrongèd wife, He vow'd thenceforth within his court To lead a hermit's life." "Now heaven is kind!" the lady said ; And dropt a joyful tear: "Shall I once more behold my lord? That lord I love so dear?" 'But, madam," said sir Valentine, And knelt upon his knee; "Know you the cloak that wrapt your babe, If you the same should see?" And pulling forth the cloth of gold, But by his pious care reviv'd, "But who's this hairy youth?" she said; "He much resembles thee: The bear devour'd my younger son, Or sure that son were he." 'Madam, this youth with bears was bred, And rear'd within their den. But recollect ye any mark To know your son agen?" "Upon his little side," quoth she, Then clasping both her new-found sons What pen can paint king Pepin's joy, And soon a messenger was sent Who came in haste with all his peers, To them sir Ursine did succeed, THE FAIRIES' FAREWELL. BY BISHOP CORBET. AREWELL rewards and Fairies! Good housewives now may say; Doe fare as well as they : And though they sweepe their hearths no less Yet who of late for cleaneliness Lament, lament, old Abbies, The fairies' lost command; They did but change priests' babies, Who live as changelings ever since, At morning and at evening both So little care of sleepe and sloth When Tom came home from labour, Or Ciss to milking rose, Then merrily went their tabour, Witness those rings and roundelayes They never danc'd on any heath, By which wee note the fairies Their dances were procession. A tell-tale in their company Their mirth, was punish'd sure : Now they have left our quarters; A Register they have, Who can preserve their charters; By one that I could name Are kept in store; con twenty thanks To William for the same. To William Churne of Staffordshire Who every meale can mend your cheare With tales both old and true: To William all give audience, |