though the lord of oui and non delights our ejTe, his languago charms not our ear. "We would hear a pretty faibleaux of Grenada, or wilt thou give us a fitting apostrophe to the court, where Gaiety and Innocence preside." "Nay, honored lady," said the page, " since Gaiety and Innocence parted company on the plains of Pleasure, har-mony hath forsaken the lyre, and not even the goddess of Love can heal the discord." " Thou pratest, pert boy," replied the queen, with a stolen glance at Petronilla. Perceiving from her tone, that he had presumed too far, the page bent over his harp and rapidly swept his fingers across the strings, saying apologetically, " If my lady will accept a lay of Bretagne, Peyrol is ready to do her bidding." " The sweet tones of the langue d'oc little befit the rugged legends of the northern clime," said the queen, " but tune thy lyre without further parley." The page needed no second command, but sang :— 1. In a province fair of sunny France, Beside a winding river, Over whose waves in joyous dance, The sunbeams gleam and quiver, Stood a castle tall, a goodly sight, With its broad and rich domain, And therein dwelt a noble knight ; I ween he had a lady bright And three sweet babes withouten stain. 2. A generous heart, an open hand, To courtlie oompanie, And eke as any in the land For beggars of low degree. So gentle his mien in lady's bower, So full of courtesie, Vet valiant was he in tournament, And a good bow in the greenwood bent, I wot right dcxtrously. 3. He had been blest in his earthly state With such fair prosperity, That his heart beat high with pride elate, Porgot he the giver good and great 122 HEROINES OP THE CRUSADES.