gente de Lagused is here form wwer that of harper, a peier, a fen, and a tezgar, ami once became ****g* #ate ‚”, atıla covered with Fork prope The romancera lent King Mare the ear of a horse, and }......m e) warf () angered the merget It Ing before their day, the Weish, Bretona, ani Inah had their legend of Lara Long wh of the horse's enra⚫ March, as mentioned already, fin carly integrated in hey im 14 eltic for horse. In the romance saning bo what a go at hey her nam extents Tristan escapes from death by leap serva the beaute using from a precipice. Near Tintagel, in Cornwall, is a rock which the natives called Lam Trutan Lem in

that

The earlicat printed edition of the Irish, Tristan's Leap,

Mie. Walter epulls the name of the heroine wherever it occurs in the poem fonde, though he gives his opinion in the notes that is te vull be more consonant to the

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• Fristan,—' Gwalhmai, for thy love I will reflect. I say to you in truth, I love

“Gwalkmak- Tristan, of the stubborn disposition, the rain softens a hundred oaks, Come to thy kinsman,'

Tristan. Gwalhmai, of the perverse answers, let the rain moiston a hundred furrows. I will follow you everywhere, (They approach Arthur.)

"Gralhmai (to Arthur).—' Arthur of the mild words, the rains moisten a hundred beads. Behold Tristan, and rejoice! “Arthur.---'Gwalhmai, of irreproachable answers, the rain moistens a hundred heads, Welcome, Tristan, chief of the army! Tristan, king of battles, receive the highest

"He had scarcely finished when the lady ran towards the dungeon.

"The lady ran, all in tears, her gray hair loose and flowing, so that the people wondered, seeing a lady in such grief, hastening through the streets.

So much that they asked of each other Who is this poor lady, and whence does she come?' And the lady ran, and said to the porter when she came to the foot of the tower

**Open to me quickly. Open the door. My son, my son! I must see him!

When the great door was opened, she threw herself on her son's body, she locked him in her arms, and never rose again."*

Having thus endeavoured to show how much the Norman Trouvères and Thomas of Erceldoune were indebted to the Celtic bards for the entertainment they afforded to court and camp, and having given such reasons as occurred to us for their neglect of the old Teutonic sagas, we will conclude with a quotation from Sir Walter Scott's "Tristrem," wherein he accounts for their preference of the Celtic productions through other motives. Perhaps the complete truth

strangers, when the lapse of years has induced them no longer to account themselves such, welcome any fiction by which they can associate their ancestors with the scenes in which themselves live, as transplanted trees push forth every fibre that may connect them with the soil to which they are transferred. Thus, every tradition failed among the Saxons which related to their former habitations on the Elbe. The Normans forgot not merely their ancient dwellings in Scandinavia, but even their Neusadopted with greedy ardour the fabulous trian (Norman) possessions; and both history of Arthur and his chivalry in preference to the better authenticated and more splendid achievements of Hengist, or of Rolf Gangr, the conqueror of Normandy."

GUY DEVERELL.

BY J. S. LE FANU, AUTHOR OF "UNCLE SILAS," "WYLDER'S HAND," &c.

CHAPTER XIII.

THE MAGICIAN DRAWS A DIAGRAM.

"GUY DEVERELL left no issue," said Dives.

“Guy Strangways, you know," said Sir Jekyl

"Well, what of Strangways! I don't see."

"No; none in the world; neither chick nor end. I need not care a brass farthing about any that can't "Why, Stran zways, you remember, inherit, if there were any; but there or don't remember, was the name of isn't one; there's no real danger, you the fellow that was always withsee. In fact, there can't be any-with--that cross gramed niufl. ' eh} I don't see it. Do you? You were a sharp feilow always, Dives. Can you see anything threatening in it

"With Guy Deverell, you mean." “Ay, with him that night, and constantly, and abroad I think at those German gaming places where he played so much."

"It! What?" said the Rev. Dives Marlowe. “I see nothing whatever-orgot the name. I remember absolutely nothing. Surely you can't hearing there was a person in your fancy that a mere resemblance, how company that unlucky might; but ever strong, where there can't possibly you never heard more of hầm t be identity, and the fact that the young man's name is Guy, will make a case for alarm :'

"No, of cour e; for he owed me a precious lot of money;" and from habit he chuckled, but with some

Breiz" (Breton Bards) of Le Vi-mt- Th Heart del a Villemar u to and to who-*- zeal for old Celtic Iterstur; we will, to ren fer que £. nour,

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Guy Deverell.

thing of a frown. "He could have
given me a lot of trouble, but so could
I him. My lawyers said he could
not seriously affect me, but he might
have annoyed me; and I did not care
about the money, so I did not follow
him; and, as the lawyers say, we
turned our backs on one another."

'Strangways," murmured the rector, musingly.

"Do you remember him, now?" asked Sir Jekyl.

"No; that is, I'm not sure. I was in orders then though, and could hardly have met him. I am sure I should recollect him if I had. What was he like ?"

"A nasty looking Scotch dog, with freckles-starved and tall-a hungry hound-large hands and feet-as ugly a looking cur as you ever beheld."

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"But Deverell, poor fellow, was a
bit of a dandy-wasn't he? How did
he come to choose such a companion."
'Well, maybe he was not quite as
bad as he describes, and his family
was good, I believe; but there must
have been something more, he hung
about him so. Yes, he was a most
objectionable looking fellow. So awk-
ward, and not particularly well
dressed; but a canny rascal, and
knew what he was about. I could
not make out what use Deverell
made of him, nor exactly what ad-
vantage he made of Deverell."

"I can't, for the life of me, see,
Jekyl, anything in it except a resem-
blance, and that is positively nothing,
and a Christian naine, that is all, and
As
Guy is no such uncommon one.
for Strangways, he does not enter
into it at all -a mere accidental
association. Where is that Strang-
ways-is he living?"

"I don't know now; ten years ago
he was, and Pelter and Crowe thought
he was going to do me some mischief,
a prosecution or something, they
thought to extort money; but I knew
they were wrong. I had a reason
-at least it was unlikely, be-
cause I rather think he had repaid
A year
me that money about then.
or so before a large sum of money
was lodged to my account by Herbert
Strangways, that was his name, at the
International Bank in Lombard-street;
in fact it was more than I thought he
owed me-interest, I suppose, and that
sort of thing. I put Pelters and Crowe
in his track, but they could make out

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nothing. The bank people could not
help us. Unluckily I was away at
the time, and the lodgment was two
several
months old when I heard of it. There
raw Scotch-looking
rascals, they said, making lodgments
about then, and they could not tell
exactly what sort of fellow made
this. I wanted to make out about
him. What do you think of it?"

"I don't see anything suspicious in
it. He owed you the money and
chose to pay."

"He was protected by the Statute of Limitations, my lawyer said, and I could not have recovered it. Doesn't it look odd ?"

"Those Scotch fellows."

"He's not Scotch, though."

"Well, whatever he is, if he has good blood he's proud, perhaps, and would rather pay what he owes than not."

"Well, of course, a fellow's glad of the money; but I did not like it; it looked as if he wanted to get rid of the only pull I had on him, and was going to take steps to annoy me, you see.

"That's ten years ago?"
"Yes."

"Well, considering how short life
is, I think he'd have moved before
now if he had ever thought of it. It
is a quarter of a century since poor
Deverell's time. It's a good while,
you know, and the longer you wait
in matters of that kind the less your
chance; and with a brisk decision the
rector added, "I'll stake, I think, all
I'm worth, these people have no more
connection with poor Deverell than
Napoleon Bonaparte, and that
Strangways has no more notion of
moving any matter connected with
that unhappy business than he has of
leading an Irish rebellion."

"I'm glad you take that viewI knew I know it's the sound one. you would. I think it's just a little If I had taken flicker of gout. Vichy on my way back I'd never have thought of it. I've no one to talk to. It's a comfort to see you, Dives. And he I wish you'd come oftener.' placed his hand very kindly on his brother's shoulder.

"So I will," said Dives, not without kindness in his eyes, though his mouth was forbiddingstill. "You must not let chimeras take hold of you. I'm very glad I was here."

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"Did you remark that fat, mountainous French fellow, in that cursed suit of black, was very inquisitive about the green chamber?" asked Sir Jekyl, relapsing a little.

"No, I did not hear him mention it; what was it ?" asked Dives.

"Well, not a great deal; only he seemed to want to know all about that particular room and its history, just as if there was already something in his head about it."

"Well, I told you, Jekyl," said Dives, in a subdued tone, "you ought to do something decisive about that room, all things considered. If it were mine, I can tell you I should pull it down, not, of course, in such a way as to make people talk and ask questions, but as a sort of improvement. I'd make a conservatory, or something; you want a conservatory, and the building is positively injured by it. It is not the same architecture. You might put something there twice as good. At all events I'd get rid of it." "So I will-I intend-I think you're right-I really do. But it was brought about by little Beatrix talking about haunted rooms, you know, and that sort of nonsense," said Sir Jekyl

"Oh! then she mentioned it? He only asked questions about what she told him. Surely you're not going to vex yourself about that "

Sir Jekyllooked at him and laughed, but not quite comfortably.

"Well, I told you, you know, I do believe it's great; and whatever it is, I know, Dives, you've done me a great deal of good. Come, now, I've a horse I think you'll like, and you shall have him; try him to-day, and I'll send him home for you if he suits you."

While the groom was putting up the horse, Sir Jekyl, who was quick and accurate of eye, recognized the dark-faced intelligent little valet, whom he had seen for a moment, candle in hand, at the dressing-room door, last night, to receive his guests. With a deferential smile, and shrug, all at once, this little gen1 his cap with one hand, German pipe with the

been a courier-elever, a man who might be thmoney, papers, diamonds, his native French, he spoke

English very well, and a little German.
He could keep accounts, and write a
neat little foreign hand with florid
capitals. He could mend his own
clothes, and even his shoes. He could
play the flute a little, and very much
the fiddle. He was curious, and
liked to know what was taking place.
He liked a joke, and the dance, and
was prone to the tender passion, and
liked, in an honest way, a little bit
of intrigue, or even espionage. Such
a man he was as I could fancy in a
light company of that marvellous
army of Italy, of which Napoleon I.
always spoke with wonder and de-
light.

In the stable-yard, as I have said,
the baronet found this dark sprite
smoking a German pipe; and salu-
tations having been exchanged, he
bid him try instead two of his famous
cigars, which he presented, and then he
questioned him on tobacco, and on his
family, the theatres, the railways, the
hotels; and finally Sir Jekyl said-

"I wish you could recollect a man like yourself-I want one confoundedly. I shall be going abroad in August next year, and I'd give him five thousand francs a year, or more even, with pleasure, and keep him probably as long as he liked to stay with me. Try if you can remember such a fellow. Turn it over in your mind-do you see and I don't care how soon he comes into my service."

The man lifted his cap again and
bowed even lower, as he undertook
to "turn it over in his mind," and
though he smiled a great deal, it
was plain his thoughts were already
seriously employed in turning the
subject over, as requested by the
baronet.

Next morning M. Varbarriere took
a quiet opportunity, in the hall, of
handing to his host two letters of in-
troduction, as they are called-one
from the baronet's old friend, Char-
teris, attached to the embassy at
Paris--a shrewd fellow, a man of the
world, amphibious, both French and
English, and equally at home on
either soil-speaking unmistakably
in high terms of M. Varbarriere as
of a gentleman very much respected
in very high quarters. The other was
equally handsome. But Charteris
was exactly the man whose letter in
such a case was to be relied upon.

The baronet glanced over these, and