. The green man
threw off his mask and domino; and proved to be a private trooper of
the Irish dragoons!

"And in the name of gluttony, my good friend (not to ask how you
gained admission), how have you contrived," said the Prince, "to sup
to-night so many times?"

"Sire, I was but beginning to sup, with reverence be it said, when
your royal message interrupted me."

"Beginning!" exclaimed the Dauphin in amazement; "then what is it I
have heard and seen? Where are the herds of oxen that have
disappeared, and the hampers of Burgundy? I insist upon knowing how
this is!"

"It is Sire," returned the soldier, "may it please your Grace, that
the troop to which I belong is to-day on guard. We have purchased one
ticket among us, and provided this green domino, which fits us all.
By which means the whole of the front rank, being myself the last
man, have supped, if the truth must be told, at discretion; and the
leader of the rear rank, saving your Highness's commands, is now
waiting outside the door to take his turn."

THE LEGEND BEAUTIFUL.

BY HENRY W. LONGFELLOW.

"Hadst thou stayed, I must have fled!"
That is what the vision said.

In his chamber all alone,
Kneeling on the floor of stone,
Prayed the Monk in deep contrition
For his sins of indecision,
Prayed for greater self-denial
In temptation and in trial;
It was noonday by the dial,
And the Monk was all alone.

Suddenly, as if it lightened,
An unwonted splendour brightened
All within him and without him
In that narrow cell of stone;
And he saw the Blessed Vision
Of our Lord, with light Elysian
Like a vesture wrapped about Him,
Like a garment round Him thrown.
Not as crucified and slain,
Not in agonies of pain,
Not with bleeding hands and feet,
Did the Monk his Master see;
But as in the village street,
In the house or harvest-field,
Halt and lame and blind He healed,
When He walked in Galilee.

In an attitude imploring,
Hands upon his bosom crossed,
Wondering, worshipping, adoring,
Knelt the Monk in rapture lost.
"Lord," he thought, "in Heaven that reignest,
Who am I that thus Thou deignest
To reveal Thyself to me?
Who am I, that from the centre
Of Thy glory Thou