s a thing of lips and ears), old accents of
Normandy, Champagne, and Angouleme.

The brimming Francois strikes up by natural suggestion of his dipping
oars;

A la claire fontaine
M'en allant promener.

I.

Beside the crystal fountain
Turning for ease to stray,
So fair I found the waters
My limbs in them I lay.

Long is it I have loved thee,
Thee shall I love alway,
My dearest.
Long is it I have loved thee,
Thee shall I love alway.

So fair I found the waters,
My limbs in them I lay:
Beneath an oak tree resting,
I heard a roundelay.
Long is it, &c.

III

Beneath an oak tree resting,
I heard a roundelay,
The nightingale was singing
On the oak tree's topmost spray.
Long is it, &c.

IV.

The nightingale was singing
On the oak tree's topmost spray:--
Sing, nightingale, keep singing,
Thou who hast heart so gay!
Long is it, &c.

V.

Sing, nightingale, keep singing,
Thou hast a heart so gay,
Thou hast a heart so merry,
While mine is sorrow's prey.
Long is it, &c.

VI.

For I have lost my mistress,
Whom I did true obey,
All for a bunch of roses,
Whereof I said her nay.
Long is it, &c.

VII.

I would those luckless roses,
Were on their bush to-day,
And that itself the rosebush
Were plunged in ocean's spray.
Long is it I have loved thee,
Thee shall I love alway,
My dearest
Long is it I have loved thee,
Thee shall I love alway.

The melody was of a quiet, haunting strangeness, and from the end of the
words "Thou who hast heart so gay," the maiden perfected it by
interweaving an exquisite contralto into the chorus,

Long is it I have loved thee,
Thee shall I love alway.

In this fashion was Chrysler delivered at the Manoir, and when Chamilly
asked him "Where have you been-this evening?" as he entered the grounds,
he answered, "In Arcadia!"

CHAPTER XXI.

DELIVER US FROM THE EVIL ONE.

"Aie! cela ressemble un peu a certaine fable celebre, dont la morale se
resume ceci ne comptez pas sans votre hote."

--BENJAMIN SULTE

"St. Gregory the Great! Here comes the Small-pox!" exclaimed Zo