saint lieu,
Amans du voisinage,
Faire un pelerinage
A la Mere de Dieu!

The other ballad, though equally an illustration of the days of
chivalry, was written in a spirit of caustic contempt for the fair sex,
which suggests the bitterness of the bard's personal experience:--

LE CHEVALIER ERRANT.

Dans un vieux chateau de l'Andalousie,
Au temps ou l'amour se montrait constant,
Ou Beaute, Valeur, et Galanterie
Guidait aux combats un fidele amant,
Un beau chevalier un soir se presente,
Visiere baissee, et la lance en main;
Il vient demander si sa douce amante
N'est pas (par hasard) chez le chatelain.

"Noble chevalier! quelle est votre amie?"
Demande a son tour le vieux chatelain.
"Ah! de fleurs d'amour c'est la plus jolie
Elle a teint de rose, et peau de satin,
Elle a de beaux yeux, dont le doux langage
Porte en votre coeur vif enchantment,
Elle a tout enfin--elle est belle,--et sage!"
"Pauvre chevalier! chercherez longtemps!

"Guidez de mes pas l'ardeur incertain,
Ou dois-je chercher ce que j'ai perdu?"
"Mon fils, votre soit, helas! s'en fait peine,
Ce que vous cherchez ne se trouve plus."
"Poursuivez, pourtant, votre long voyage,
Et si vouz trouvez un pareil tresor--
Ne le perdez plus! Adieu, bon voyage!"
L'amant repartit--mais, il cherche encore.

The air of the first of these songs was a very simple and charming
little melody, which my sister, having learnt it from me, adapted to
some English words. The other was an extremely favorite _vaudeville_
air, repeated constantly in the half-singing dialogue of some of those
popular pieces.

Our Saturday sewing class was a capital institution, which made most of
us expert needle-women, developed in some the peculiarly lady-like
accomplishment of working exquisitely, and gave to all the useful
knowledge of how to make and mend our own clothes. When I left school I
could make my own dresses, and was a proficient in marking and darning.

My school-fellows were almost all English, and, I suppose, with one
exception, were young girls of average character and capacity. Elizabeth
P----, a young person from the west of England, was the only remarkable
one among them. She was strikingly handsome, both in face and figure,
and endowed with very uncommon abilities. She was several years older
than myself, and an object of my unbounded school-girl heroine worsh