ich should fill his eyes with dew:--
For she must needs, by that time,
Have become another, who,

"In girlhood's triple glory,
(For a higher third outflows
Whenever Promise marries
With Completion,) troubled those
That saw, with trouble sweeter
Than the sweetest of repose.

"It, therefore, was the business
Of his thoughts to try to trace
The probable fulfilment
Of her former soul and face,--
From buds deducing blossoms.
For, although an easy space

"Led from the farm of Hubert
To where Mabel's castle stood,
Closed in, a league on all sides.
With wall'd parks and wealthy wood,
No chance glimpse could be look'd for,
So recluse her widowhood.

"Hence seasons past, and Hubert
Earn'd his bread, but leisure spent
In loved dissatisfaction,
Which he made his element
Of choice, as much as, till then,
He had sought it in content."

If the verses above would have baffled the sagacity of the father of
Italian literature, what would he have thought of the following, in
which the interview between Sir Hubert and Mabel is described, when the
lady comes to negotiate with him about the hawk? She accosts him, "Sir
Hubert!" and then there is presented to our imaginations such a picture
of female loveliness, as (thank Heaven!) can only be done justice to in
the language which is employed for the occasion.

"'Sir Hubert!'--and, that instant,
_Mabel saw the fresh light flush
Out of her rosy shoulders_,
And perceived her sweet blood _hush
About her_, till, all over,
_There shone forth a sumptuous blush_--

"'Sir Hubert, I have sought you,
Unattended, to request
A boon--the first I ever
Have entreated.' Then she press'd
_Her small hand's weight of whiteness
To her richly-sloping breast_."

At first we thought that it should have been Hubert, and not Mabel, who
saw "the fresh light flush out of her rosy shoulders"--particularly if
the blush extended, as no doubt it did, to the lady's back: but on
further consideration we saw that we were wrong; for Sir Hubert could
not have perceived "her sweet blood _hush_ about her"--this _hushing_ of
the blood about one being, as all great blushers know, a fact
discernible only by the person more immediately concerned in the blush.
The propriety, therefore, of making Mabel perceive the blush, rathe