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remember me," pledges you to nothing, unless a waiter sings it while you nod your
assent, and a promise to do something "When hollow hearts shall wear a mask " is
certainly void, for impossibility.



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A LEGEND OF THE RHINE.



CHAPTER XI.

iKartjir of Hobs.

E archers who had travelled
in company with young
Otto, gave a handsome
dinner in compliment to
the success of our hero ;
at which his friend distin-
guished himself as usual
in the eating and drinking
department. Squintoff, the
Rowski bowman, declined
to attend, so great was the
envy of the brute at the
youthful hero's superiority.
As for Otto himself, he sate
on the right hand of the
chairman, but it was re-
marked that he could not
eat. Gentle reader of my
page ! thou knowest why
full well. He was too much in love to have any appetite ; for though I myself, when
labouring under that passion, never found my consumption of victuals diminish, yet
remember our Otto was a hero of romance, and they never are hungry when they 're
in love.

The next day, the young gentleman proceeded to enrol himself in the corps of
Archers of the Prince of Cleves, and with him came his attached squire, who vowed he
never would leave him. As Otto threw aside his own elegant dress, and donned the
livery of the House of Cleves, the noble Childe sighed not a little 'twas a splendid
uniform 'tis true, but still it was a livery, and one of his proud spirit ill bears another's
cognizances. " They are the colours of the Prince's, however," said he, consoling
himself ; " and what suffering would I not undergo for her ? " As for Wolfgang, the
squire, it may well be supposed that the good-natured, low-born fellow, had no such
scruples ; but he was glad enough to exchange for the pink hose, the yellow jacket, the
pea-green cloak, and orange-tawny hat, with which the Duke's steward supplied him, the
homely patched doublet of green which he had worn for years past.

" Look at yon two archers," said the Prince of Cleves to his guest the Rowski of
Donnerblitz, as they were strolling on the battlements after dinner, smoking their cigars
as usual. His Highness pointed to our two young friends, who were mounting guard for
the first time. " See yon two bowmen mark their bearing ! One is the youth who
beat thy Squintoff, and t'other, an I mistake not, won the third prize at the butts-




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Both wear the same uniform the colours of my house yet, would'st not swear that the
one was hut a churl, and the other a noble gentleman? "

" Which looks like the nobleman ? " said the Rowski, as black as thunder.

" Which ? why young Otto, to be sure," said the Princess Helena, eagerly. The
young lady was following the pair, but under pretence of disliking the odour of the cigar,
she had refused the Rowski 's proffered arm, and was loitering behind with her parasol.

Her interposition in favour of her young protege only made the black and jealous
Rowski more ill-humoured. " How long is it, Sir Prince of Cleves," said he, "that
the churls who wear your livery permit themselves to wear the ornaments of noble
knights ? What but a noble dare wear ringlets such as yon springald's ? Ho, archer ! "
roared he, "come hither, fellow." And Otto stood before him. As he came, and
presenting arms stood respectfully before the Prince and his savage guest, he looked for
one moment at the lovely Helena their eyes met, their hearts beat simultaneously :
and, quick, two little blushes appeared in the cheek of either. I have seen one ship at
sea answering another's signal so.

While they are so regarding each other let us just remind our readers of the great
estimation in which the hair was held in the North. Only nobles were permitted to
wear it long. When a man disgraced himself, a shaving was sure to follow. Penalties
were inflicted upon villains or vassals who sported ringlets. See the works of Aurelius
Tonsor ; Hirsutus de Nobilitate Capillari ; Rolandus cie Oleo Macassari ; Schnurrbart
Frisirische Alterthumskunde, <fcc.

" We must have those ringlets of thine cut, good fellow," said the Duke of Cleves
good-naturedly, but wishing to spare the feelings of his gallant recruit. " 'Tis against
the regulation cut of my archer guard."

" Cut off my hair !" cried Otto agonised.

"Ay, and thine ears with it, yokel," roared Donnerblitz.

" Peace, noble Eulenschreckenstein," said the Duke with dignity, " let the Duke
of Cleves deal as he will with his own men-at-arms and you, young Sir, unloose the
grip of thy dagger."

Otto, indeed, had convulsively grasped his snickersnee, with intent to plunge it into
the heart of the Rowski, but his politer feelings overcame him. " The Count need not
fear, my lord, ' ' said he ' ' a lady is present. ' ' And he took off his orange-tawny cap and
bowed low. Ah ! what a pang shot through the heart of Helena, as she thought that
those lovely ringlets must be shorn from that beautiful head !

Otto's mind was too in commotion. His feelings as a gentleman let us add, his
pride as a man for who is not, let us ask, proud of a good head of hair ? waged
war within his soul. He expostulated with the Prince. " It was never in his
contemplation," he said, " on taking service, to undergo the operation of hair-cutting. "

" Thou art free to go or stay, Sir archer," said the Prince pettishly. " I will have
no churls imitating noblemen in my service ; I will bandy no conditions with archers of
my guard."

" My resolve is taken," said Otto, irritated too in his turn. " I will . . ."

" What !" cried Helena, breathless with intense agitation.

" I will stay," answered Otto. The poor girl almost fainted with joy. The
Rowski frowned with demoniac fury, and grinding his teeth and cursing in the horrible
German jargon stalked away. "So be it," said the Prince of Cleves, taking his
daughter's arm " and here comes Snipwitz, my barber, who shall do the business for
you." With this the Prince too moved on, feeling in his heart not a little compassion



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for the lad ; for Adolf of Cleves had been handsome in his youth, and distinguished for
the ornament of which he was now depriving his archer.

Snipwitz led the poor lad into a side-room, and there in a word operated upon
him. The golden curls fair curls that his mother had so often played with ! fell
under the shears and round the lad's knees, until he looked as if he was sitting in a
hath of sunbeams.

When the frightful act had been performed, Otto, who entered the little chamber
in the tower, ringletted like Apollo, issued from it as cropped as a charity-boy.

See how melancholy he looks, now that the operation is over ! And no wonder. He
was thinking what would be Helena's opinion of him, now that one of his chief personal
ornaments was gone. " Will she know me?" thought he, " will she love me after this
hideous mutilation ?"

Yielding to these gloomy thoughts, and, indeed, rather unwilling to be seen by his
comrades, now that he was so disfigured, the young gentleman had hidden himself
behind one of the buttresses of the wall, a prey to natural despondency, when he saw
something which instantly restored him to good spirits. He saw the lovely Helena
coming towards the chamber where the odious barber had performed upon him,
coming forward timidly, looking round her anxiously, blushing with delightful agitation,
and presently seeing, as she thought, the coast clear, she entered the apartment.
She stooped down, and, ah ! what was Otto's joy when he saw her pick up a beautiful
golden lock of his hair, press it to her lips, and then hide it in her bosom ! No car-




nation ever blushed so redly as Helena did when she came out after performing this
feat. Then she hurried straightway to her own apartments in the castle, and Otto,



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whose first impulse was to come out from his hiding-place, and, falling at her feet, call
Heaven and Earth to witness to his passion, with difficulty restrained his feelings, and
let her pass : hut the love-stricken young hero was so delighted with this evident proof
of reciprocated attachment, that all regret at losing his ringlets at once left him, and
he vowed he would sacrifice not only his hair, but his head, if need were, to do her
service.

That very afternoon, no small bustle and conversation took place in the castle, on
account of the sudden departure of the Rowski of Eulenschreckenstein, with all his
train and equipage. He went away in the greatest wrath, it was said, after a long and
loud conversation with the Prince. As that potentate conducted his guest to the gate,
walking rather demurely and shamefacedly by his side, as he gathered his attendants in
the court, and there mounted his charger, the Rowski ordered his trumpets to sound, and
scornfully flung a largesse of gold among the servitors and men-at-arms of the house
of Cleves, who were marshalled in the court. " Farewell, Sir Prince," said he to his
host ; " I quit you now suddenly ; but remember, it is not my last visit to the Castle of
Cleves ;" and, ordering his band to play " See the Conquering Hero comes," he
clattered away through the drawbridge. The Princess Helena was not present at his
departure ; and the venerable Prince of Cleves looked rather moody and chap-fallen
when his guest left him. He visited all the castle defences pretty accurately that
night, and inquired of his officers the state of the ammunition, provision, &c. He said
nothing ; but the Princess Helena's maid did : and everybody knew that the Rowski
had made his proposals, had been rejected, and, getting up in a violent fury, had
called for his people, and sworn by his great gods that he would not enter the castle
again until he rode over the breach, lance in hand, the conqueror of Cleves and all
belonging to it.

No little consternation was spread through the garrison at the news. For every-
body knew the Rowski to be one of the most intrepid and powerful soldiers in all Ger-
many, one of the most skilful generals. Generous to extravagance to his own followers,
he was ruthless to the enemy : and a hundred stories were told of the dreadful bar-
barities exercised by him in several towns and castles which he had captured and
sacked. And poor Helena had the pain of thinking, that in consequence of her refusal
she was dooming all the men, women, and children of the principality to indiscriminate
and horrible slaughter.

The dreadful surmises regarding a war received in a few days dreadful confirmation.
It was noon, and the worthy Prince of Cleves was taking his dinner (though the
honest warrior had little appetite for that meal for some time past), when trumpets
were heard at the gate ; and presently the herald of the Rowski of Donnerblitz, clad
in a tabard on which the arms of the Count were blazoned, entered the dining-hall.
A page bore a steel gauntlet on a cushion ; Bleu Sanglier had his hat on his. head.
The Prince of Cleves put on his own as the herald came up to the chair of state where
the Sovereign sate.

" Silence for Bleu Sanglier," cried the Prince, gravely. " Say your say, Sir
Herald."

" In the name of the high and mighty Rowski, Prince of Donnerblitz, Margrave
of Eulenschreckenstein, Count of Krotenwald, Schnauzestadt, and Galgenhiigel,
hereditary Grand Bootjack of the Holy Roman Empire to you, Adolf the Twenty-
third, Prince of Cleves, I, Bleu Sanglier, bring war and defiance. Alone, and
lance to lance, or twenty to twenty in field or in fort, on plain or on mountain, the



228 A LEGEND OF THE RHINE.

noble Rowski defies you. Here, or wherever he shall meet you, he proclaims war to
the death between you and him. In token whereof, here is his glove." And taking
the steel glove from the page, Bleu Boar flung it clanging on the marble floor.

The Princess Helena turned deadly pale : but the Prince with a good assurance
flung down his own glove, calling upon some one to raise the Rowski 's ; which Otto
accordingly took up and presented to him, on his knee.

" Boteler, fill my goblet," said the Prince to that functionary, who, clothed in tight
black hose with a white kerchief, and a napkin on his dexter arm, stood obsequiously by
his master's chair. The goblet was filled with Malvoisie : it held about three quarts ;
a precious golden hanap carved by the cunning artificer, Benvenuto the Florentine.

" Drink, Bleu Sanglier," said the Prince, " and put the goblet in thy bosom. Wear
this chain, furthermore, for my sake." And so saying, Prince Adolf flung a
precious chain of emeralds round the herald's neck. " An invitation to battle was ever
a welcome call to Adolf of Cleves." So saying, and bidding his people take good care
of Bleu Sanglier 's retinue, the Prince left the hall with his daughter. All were
marvelling at his dignity, courage, and generosity.

But, though affecting unconcern, the mind of Prince Adolf was far from tranquil.
He was no longer the stalwart knight who, in the reign of Stanislaus Augustus, had,
with his naked fist, beaten a lion to death in three minutes ; and alone had kept the
postern of Peterwaradin for two hours against seven hundred Turkish janissaries,
who were assailing it. Those deeds which had made the heir of Cleves famous were
done thirty years syne. A free liver since he had come into his principality, and of a
lazy turn, he had neglected the athletic exercises which had made him in youth so
famous a champion, and indolence had borne its usual fruits. He tried his old battle-
sword that famous blade with which, in Palestine, he had cut an elephant-driver in
two pieces, and split asunder the skull of the elephant which he rode. Adolf of Cleves
could scarcely now lift the weapon over his head. He tried his armour. It was too
tight for him. And the old soldier burst into tears, when he found he could not buckle
it. Such a man was not fit to encounter the terrible Rowski in single combat.

Nor could he hope to make head against him for any time in the field. The
Prince's territories were small. His vassals proverbially lazy and peaceable. His
treasury empty. The dismallest prospects were before him : and he passed a sleepless
night writing to his friends for succour, and calculating with his secretary the small
amount of the resources which he could bring to aid him against his advancing and
powerful enemy.

Helena's pillow that evening was also unvisited by slumber. She lay awake
thinking of Otto, thinking of the danger and the ruin her refusal to marry had brought
upon her dear Papa. Otto, too, slept not : but his waking thoughts were brilliant and
heroic : the noble Childe thought how he should defend the Princess, and win los and
honour in the ensuing combat !



(To be coivtinued.)



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VISIT TO LONDON IN THE AUTUMN OF 1845.



(THE following is the substance of a paper which was read before the " Socttte des Monumens Antiques"
at Paris, on the 15th of September last. It created a great sensation at the time, and the Boulogne Dili-
gences of Messrs. Laffitte et Caillard have been crowded ever since. Scientific men are outrunning one
another in rushing to London, with the view of exploring its interesting ruins. Monsieur Pierre de la
Viel-Pompe, the talented author of this antiquarian paper, is already favourably known to science, by his
celebrated " Researches amongst the Wheelbarrows of England," which was read with such rapture at the
last meeting of the Antiquarian Society.)

" I started on August the 29th. I took with me a small basket of provisions, a
flask of eau sucree, a cotton pocket-handkerchief, on which was printed a map .of
London, a thick stick to keep the dogs off, a gig umbrella, and a mackintosh, for
during the Vauxhall season the rain in London is incessant and, hiring a guide
from the Blind Asylum, I made a bargain with him, that his dog was not to leave me
till he had shown everything worth seeing. We started at daybreak. Here and there
we passed the humble stall of a picturesque apple-woman ; occasionally we stopt to write
down the classic inscription of a venerable old pump ; and, finally, in the midst of as
great a degree of solitude as one meets with in the Theatre Franpais, or on the Pont
des Arts, I found myself all of a sudden walking on the wood pavement of a city a
city apparently of the dead the depopulated London. There is something truly awful
in this sudden starting up before us of the ruins of a city, in which not a living soul is
to be found, and in which we know each street was a throbbing artery of busy life but a
little month ago.

" We at length came to a place called a Square, because it has seven sides to it.
Two little battered fountains were still playing, and my guide informed me, they had
originally been built in honour of a great battle, won by the English over the French,
called Trafalgar. I need not interrupt my narrative by mentioning, that no such battle
is alluded to in French history. But, even admitting the victory, I can only say
that the miserable aspect of the fountains is a playful satire upon it, and clearly shows
the English never thought much of it. The whole square is, in fact, a melancholy
libel upon the name it bears. At one end a low building, the windows of which
have been bricked up, is half buried in the ground, and opposite to it is a lanky
column, standing on a pedestal of rubbish, which is defended by an enceinte continuee
of wooden walls. Here we met with one of the first signs of vitality. An old
gentleman, who seemed to have the snow of forty years upon his brow, was throwing
pebbles into one of the basins, which fed the sickly fountains. I endeavoured to
approach him, but he hastened away, evidently alarmed at the sight of a human being.

" After this, we visited another square, christened after the well-known Earl of
Leicester. The interior of this place was choked up with weeds, which seemed to afford
a capital jungle for a horde of wild cats, who were ravaging the plantation in all direc-
tions. My guide told me there were the remains of an equestrian statue in the centre ;
but, though I put on my spectacles, I could see nothing but a black head peeping over
the rank vegetation, as if it were a scarecrow planted there to frighten away the
savage animals who made the wilderness their daily haunt.

" Hastening away from this dreary spot, we reached a long avenue of houses,
which, though Regent-street was written up in several places, I have taken the

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230 VISIT TO LONDON IN THE AUTUMN OF 1845.

liberty to call the Street of Tombs. It was painfully lonely ; the grass was growing
on the pavement. Some shops were open, but most of them half closed, looking
pictures of insolvency ; one had written over it ' Awful Failure, ' and another was
covered with enormous bills, announcing an ' Alarming Sacrifice,' 'in consequence of
the proprietor retiring to the sea-side.' Not a person was to be seen. I looked in at a
pastry-cook's ; mice were running about the stale tarts ; the sponge cakes looked like
pumice-stones ; one Bath bun had the dust of months upon it, and the jelly glasses
were filled with dead flies. I fled from this painful spectacle, and summoned courage
to enter a place over which was written ' Verey's.' Some empty coffee cups were lying
about the tables ; a Times newspaper, almost black with age, was lying across a chair.
I ventured to look at its date ; it was July the 16th ! Not a soul, then, had entered
this once crowded spot for nearly six weeks ! I felt very uncomfortable, but looked
round once more. I discovered a cigar, half burnt, lying on the ledge of a looking-
glass ; it was clear the owner had left it there in the hurry of his flight, for fear of
remaining the last in this lonely place. Before leaving, I raised my voice as well as I
could, and cried out ' Garcon. ' I heard the word repeated several rooms off, till,
gradually becoming fainter, the ' gon' was echoed almost inaudibly at the end of the
street. I felt inclined to weep at my extreme solitude. I respected, however, the
property that was about me, and did not take anything away with me.

" After this I wandered through streets and squares, the guide and his dog that
went before me being the only living things in this sepulchral town. A church clock
that was still going cheered me, however, for a while. It was at least a proof of the
recent existence of man. A foot-print, too, in the mud, buoyed up my sinking spirits.
It was as a flower in the desert. Some oyster-shells also gave me peculiar pleasure,
for as the oyster season only commences in England on the 5th of August, I reckoned,
by the number of shells, that there must have been four men less than a month ago
in this part of London : this somewhat revived me.

" We passed a number of shops but I did not see a soul in any one of them.
The number of ' Ale and Sandwich ' shops is surprising, and proves that the con-
sumption of sandwiches in England must be enormous. A sandwich is a thin piece of
ham put between two thinner pieces of bread. It is very dry, and that is the reason
why the ale is always sold with it. A thick layer of mustard is always spread on the
bread, to make people drink the more. I have great pleasure in submitting a specimen
of the English sandwich to your notice. I beg you will pass it round the room, and
let the ladies examine it.

" The theatres, of course, were closed. I managed to get into the one the
English most patronise the Italian Opera House. The interior of the theatre pre-
sented, as well as I could see for immense cobwebs hung in festoons from side to side
nothing but an immense amphitheatre of brown holland, which must look very bad
when it is lighted up at night. Two other theatres, the one in a Garden, the other in
a Lane, are fitted up in the same style of decoration. Over the portico of the latter
is a statue of Shakspeare ; my guide could not tell me anything about him ; he
believes he was an author, whose plays were acted some thirty years ago.

" I was lucky enough to see the interior of one of the London Houses. A printed
notice was hanging up in the window of " A Room for a Single Gentleman to let."
I ventured to knock at the door. It was opened by a young, ghost-looking woman,
whose hungry looks somewhat frightened me.

" She showed me over the house. The little furniture that was left in the place



VISIT TO LONDON IN THE AUTUMN OF 1845. 231

was very striking. Some portraits of herself and a gentleman, taken all in black,
seemed to me so very peculiar that I. have taken sketches of them. It seems to be a





style of portraiture admirably adapted for countries where there is a large negro
population. I was told that the artists who take them live mostly on steamers, or at
the sea-side, and that they use no brushes, but take them with a pair of scissors. If
this is true, it is very wonderful, and deserves further investigation.

" After this my attention was directed to the mantelpiece. The ornaments were
singularly English. They included a fine specimen of stone fruit, a peach cut in half
purposely, to show the stone, a chimney-sweep, dressed in black velvet, with two bits of
yellow tinsel for his eyes, a china cow, with a gold tree growing out of his head ; and
a wooden apple, which contains a set of wooden tea-cups, spoons, and saucers, for
the use, I suppose, of English fairies.

" This apartment was on the ground-floor. She then showed me the bedroom,
which was on the floor above. As I did not see the bed, I asked to look at it. She
pointed to a chest of drawers. I laughed at the notion of sleeping, like a boa-constrictor,
in a drawer four feet by two, and went to open one of them, to see if it were possible
by any stretch, or rather the reverse of one, to get into it, when the chest opened in
the middle, and a mattress and bedding fell instantly upon me, and broke my hat in.
The good woman turned the bed up again, and laughed at my innocence, but all I
can say is, if Englishmen are in the habit of sleeping in such cupboards, they must
sleep with their heads downwards and their feet dangling in the air, for the pillow is
at the bottom of the chest.

" I visited another house, for I found that houses were to let in every direction.
Most of the windows were darkened with the shutters, and all London looked as if it
had been stricken with a new plague, and every house was mourning the loss of its
inmates. I asked myself if it could be the effect of the Income Tax, but received no
answer.

" I was tired, and felt too melancholy to pursue my researches. So I sat down on
a door step, and taking out my eau sucree, refreshed myself. I laid my handkerchief



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