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3. By torch and trumpet fast arrayed,
To join the dreadful revelry.
Far flashed the red artillery.
5. And redder yet those fires shall glow,
Of Iser, rolling rapidly.
6. 'Tis morn; but scarce yon
lurid sun Can pierce the war clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun
Shout in their sulphurous canopy.
7. The combat deepens. On, ye brave,
And charge with all thy chivalry!
8. Ah! few shall part
meet! The snow shall be their winding sheet, And every turf beneath their feet
Shall be a soldier's sepulcher.
CVIII. - PRESENTATION TO A KING AND QUEEN.
C. C. FELTON.
1. Since I began this letter, I have been more closely than ever occupied with my studies. But before I enter into any
particulars, I must tell you of my presentation. This morning I attended church, after church, took a long walk, and, as the weather was superb, lingered longer than usual from spot to spot, tracing the vestiges of the ancient wall of Athens, so that I did not reach my room until five o'clock.
2. Arriving there, I found a notice on my table that their Majesties would receive me at seven o'clock this evening. So I had to examine my wardrobe, brush my coat, fit my gloves, make sure of my white cravat, — the same I bought for the Gran Scala at Milan, -get a hurried dinner, order carriage, and dress. You would have laughed, I think, at the sight.
3. Well, I accomplished these multifarious duties in a very short time. I do not think you would have known my coat, hardly me, so spruced up were both of us. Dr. King went with me to the palace, to present me to the grand chamber
a son of old General Colletti, one of the heroes of the revolution.
4. We went up the grand staircase, into the ante-chamber, and in a moment the chamberlain appeared, to conduct me into the royal presence. The hall of reception - the throne
- is as handsome as any I saw in Western Europe. There was no other person to be presented, and I confess that my experience with our republican court at Washington, was not a very useful guide in circumstances so novel. The door opened and in I must go. The grand chamberlain stopped at the door; the grande maitresse was visible in the distance, near the other end of the hall. As soon as I was inside the door I bowed – I had been told a little what to do— to their Majesties, who stood about a third the length of the room from the door, and, advancing to the presence, bowed two or three times more before I got within hailing distance.
5. My reception by both king and queen was most gracious, and the conversation went on as smoothly as possible. After
some words of salutation (you know the person presented, like a ghost, never speaks until he is spoken to), the queen asked, “ Have you been long in Greece ?” “ About three months, your Majesty."
KING.–“You are occupied with the study of the Greek language ?"
“Yes, your Majesty.”
“Yes, your Majesty, that is the principal object of my travels in Greece.”
“ The pronunciation of the Greek is very different in America and England from the pronunciation here."
“Yes, your Majesty, so different that the Greek seems two languages.”
6. QUEEN. “How many students have you in the University of Cambridge ?”
“Exactly the same number, your Majesty, as are now in the University of Athens." " The same number? But
universities in America ?”
“Yes, we have many."
KING. “What are the principal subjects or branches studied in the American universities ?”
"The general studies, your Majesty, are the classics, the mathematics, physics, philosophy.'
King.—“Which of the professions attracts most of the
young men ?”
“ The law, I think, since that is the profession which opens a political career.”
KING. — "In Greece, the study of medicine and theology are favorite studies."
Yes,—the Greek physicians have always been very distinguished.”
" In what departments do your writers excel ?”
“Your Majesty, we have many writers in various departa ments. We have poets ” (I thought of asking if he had ever heard of Longfellow), “ we have historians, &c.”
“ Are the sciences much cultivated ?"
“ They are, — especially the natural sciences. Since Pro fessor Agassiz has resided in the United States, he has given an extraordinary impulse to the department, and excited an ardent scientific spirit.”
7. Some things more were said ; his Majesty bowed, saying, “I am delighted to know you." I bowed my thanks, and, backing carefully toward the door, bowed every two or three steps; their Majesties receded bowing; then I, peeping over my shoulder and seeing that I was near the door, bowed very low and vanished from the presence. It is not so difficult to get into the royal presence, but to get out again is a matter of no small delicacy. However, I got out without any catastrophe, and, to tell the truth, a good deal pleased with the amiable manners of their Hellenic Majesties. The queen is a little past her beautiful prime, being now about thirty-six years but she is a very fine woman, and in her port and attitude
inch a queen.
CIX.—THE PILGRIM FATHERS.
JOHN PIERPONT. 1. The Pilgrim Fathers—where are they? The waves that brought them o'er
Still roll in the bay and throw their spray, As they break along the shore ;
Still roll in the bay as they rolled that day, When the Mayflower moored below,
When the sea around was black with storms, And white the shore with snow.
2. The mists that wrapped the Pilgrim's sleep Still brood
the tide; And the rocks yet keep their watch by the deep, To stay its waves of pride.
But the snow-white sail that he gave to the gale, When the heavens looked dark, is gone;
As an angel's wing, through an opening cloud, Is seen and then withdrawn.
3. The Pilgrim exile-sainted name ! The hill, whose icy brow
Rejoiced when he came, in the morning's flame, In the morning's flame burns now;
And the moon's cold light, as it lay that night On the hill-side and the sea,
Still lies where he laid his houseless head ;But the Pilgrim — where is he?
4. The Pilgrim Fathers are at rest; When summer's throned on high,
And the world's warm breast is in verdure dressed, Go stand on the hill where they lie.
The earliest ray of the golden day On that hallowed spot is cast;
And the evening sun, as he leaves the world, Looks kindly on that spot last.
5. The Pilgrim spirit has not fled : It walks in noon's broad light;
And it watches the bed of the glorious dead, With the holy stars, by night.
It watches the bed of the brave who have bled, And shall guard this ice-bound shore
Till the waves of the bay where the Mayflower lay Shall foam and freeze no more.