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mony, in a hollow space prepared secretly within the grave of another.
Meantime the winds of his organ were ready to blow; and with difficulty he obtained grace from the Chapter for a trial of its powers on a notable public occasion, as follows. A singular guest was expected at Auxerre. In recompense for some service rendered to the Chapter in times gone by, the Sire de Chastellux had the hereditary dignity of a canon of the church. On the day of his reception he presented bimself at the entrance of the choir in surplice and amice worn over the military habit. The old count of Chastellux was lately dead, and the heir had announced his coming according to custom to claim his ecclesiastical privilege. There had been long feud between the houses of Chastellux and Auxerre; but on this happy occasion an offer of peace came with a proposal for the hand of the Lady Ariane.
The goodly young man arrived, and, duly arrayed, was received into his stall at vespers, the bishop assisting. It was then that the people heard the music of the organ, rolling over them for the first time, with various feelings of delight. But the performer on and author of the instrument was forgotten in his work, and there was no reinstatement of the former favourite. The religious ceremony was followed by a civic festival, in which Auxerre welcomed its future lord. The festival would end at nightfall with a somewhat rude popular pageant, in which the person of Winter would be hunted blindfold through the streets. the sequel to that old stage-play of the Return from the East in which Denys had been the central figure. The old forgotten player saw his part
before him, and, as if mechanically, fell again into the chief place, monk's dress and all. It might restore his popularity : who could tell? Hastily he donned the ashen-grey mantle, the rough hair-cloth about the throat, and went through the preliminary play. And it happened that a point of the bair-cloth scratched his lip deeply, with a long trickling of blood upon the chin. It was as if the sight of blood transported the spectators with a kind of mad rage, and suddenly revealed to them the truth. The pretended hunting of the unholy creature became a real one, which brought out in rapid increase men's evil passions. The soul of Denys was already at rest, as his body, now borne along in front of the crowd, was tossed hither and thither, torn at last limb from limb. The men stuck little shreds of his flesh, or, failing that, of his torn raiment, into their caps; the women lending their long hair-pins for the purpose. The monk Hermes sought in vain next day for any remains of the body of his friend. Only, at nightfall, the heart of Denys was brought to him by a stranger, still entire. It must long since have mouldered into dust under the stone, marked with a cross, where he buried it in a dark corner of the cathedral aisle.
So the figure in the stained glass explained itself. To me, Denys seemed to have been real resident at Auxerre. On days of a certain atmosphere, when the trace of the Middle Age comes out like old marks in the stones in rainy weather, I seemed actually to have seen the tortured figure there -- to have met Denys l'Auxerrois in the streets.
THE VIGIL OF VENUS.
[The Vigil of Venus, known to Latin scholars as the Pervigilium Veneris, is unique among
the fragments of antiquity. Despite the limpid purity and delicacy of the style there are a few expressions and constructions which seem to mark the incipient decline of the Latin language, whence the date has been generally assigned to the end of the second or begin. ning of the third century after the Christian era. The occasion of the poem was donbtless the celebration of the Floralia which may well have been coupled with the worship of Venus. We gather from Ovid's Fasti (most poetical of almanacs) that this festival extended over six days from the twenty-eighth of April to the third of May. The text on which the following translation is based is that given by the Revd. Francis St. John Thackeray in the second edition of his · Anthologia Latina'; the punctuation has been altered in two places where the sense seemed to require it.]
Who ne'er loved must love to-morrow ; whoso loved must love the more.
Roses wrought of Cypris' heart-blood, honied with the kiss of Love,
THE WILDS AND WOODLANDS OF THE CAPE.
It is a far cry from the tall Draken- are in it the most beautiful as well as
If a tourist or naturalist can tear unexpected and puzzling variations, himself away from the comparative and is therefore a dangerous country luxury of Cogill's Hotel at Wynberg, for travellers to generalise hastily near the famous vineyards of Conabout. If observer of
stantia, and under the shadow, as it and things wishes really to know were, of Table Mountain, he may
find the country, he must take time-un- much to please him. In the western less, indeed, he is content with a coast- province, what can be more beautiful ing voyage from Table Bay to Durban, than the Tulbagh Valley in the spring, and never leaves the line of railway covered with its myriads of wild when he lands. Even supposing that flowers? In fact, the Cape Peninsula he makes a hasty pilgrimage in a Cape itself, with its romantic Hout Bay, and cart over the rough and uneven roads, wild craggy scenery of Cape Point,the chances are that his impressions the stormy Land's End of South of the country will be bad, and that Africa,—can show something new to he will heartily abominate and abuse even the jaded traveller who knows the sterility, forlornness and monotony the world from China to Peru. In of the landscape, the discomfort of this peninsula the botanist will find travelling, and the primitive hotels fifty or sixty different kinds of heaths, and stores with their wretched accom- and an incredible number of little modation. If he be indiscreet enough orchids. The hill sides are white in to travel along the dusty and well- spring with thousands of everlastings, worn tracks in the height of summer as plentiful as daisies in an English he will vote the whole place a pro- meadow; the crimson gladioli and longed edition of the Valley of blue agapanthi wave over nearly Hinnom.
every rock, scarlet crassulæ, myriads But South Africa is a large country.
of the lowly mesembryanthemum The area of the Cape Colony alone is blossom on the plain. One flower two hundred thousand square miles. jostles another in the tangled mass of It is a country of anomalies. There fern and creeper and copious under
growth; the tall silver-tree with its South Africa seems to admit of a delicate white and glistening leaves triple description if we follow its lords it amongst them all, and is the variations in veldt, bosch and berg. most beautiful tree on the peninsula. The veldt certainly has a very disAlthough the botanical wealth of tinctive character of its own, and is these regions around Table Bay has equally unlike the wind-swept Pampas been explored and classified, still there of South America and the Bush are, for the lover of flowers, many of Australia. The name is applied welcome surprises in the sheltered to the open slopes of mountains as nooks and crannies of the neighbour- well as to the flat surface of the plaing hills.
teaux. The South African farmer If a traveller prefers a quiet village will exclaim, as his eye rests upon a high up in the mountains, at some good pasturage, “What a beautiful distance from Capetown, he can visit veldt,” just as we should say, “What Ceres, where many a noble scene of a beautiful country," simply intending rock and gorge meets the eye.
his remark to apply to the agriculgo further east and northwards, it tural or pastoral aspects of a tract, would be hard to find a more exhilarat- rather than its natural beauties. He ing spot than the summit of the Zuur
will also say,
“ Drive in the sheep berg above Port Elizabeth, or the from the veldt,” or
• Fetch me a Boschberg range that towers above horse from the veldt," where we the peaceful villages of Bedford and should use such a restricted term as Somerset East. Along the grassy field or paddock. Veldt means much ridges of these inland mountains and more than our field. A farmer will in the recesses of such a little-known
also speak of sweet and sour veldt, district as Swagers' Hoek the sports. thereby mystifying a stranger. He is man can still find abundance of game. simply referring to the quality of the The red and grey partridge, the herbage, and it is very necessary to rheebok and the bush-buck have not know the difference between the two. yet been exterminated here by any All campaigners and sportsmen know means. Or if he travels south, in the to their cost that oxen will die off forest country of Humansdorp and the very quickly if travelling from sweet Knysna he will surely see something to sour veldt. new, where the Outeniqua and Zitzi- In the Transvaal the wide and unkama woods fringe the coast with dulating plateaux which extend from evergreen close by the water's edge, the Drakensberg range to the interior and the white foam of the southern are called by the collective term the high breakers dash upon the clinging beds veldt, and from these regions, which of dark
green mesembryanthemum constitute the watershed of the Transwetting with spray the bole of some vaal, the rivers have their sources. ancient monarch of the forest, which Here, as in the neighbouring country nods aloft with lazy swing as the sea of the Orange Free State and around breezes rustle through his lichen- the sources of the Orange River, the covered boughs. Then there are the elevation is very high, frequently regions of Katfirland along the east- reaching from five thousand to six ern coast; and, further north, the thousand feet. The climate of this homes of the Zulus and the wide part is, therefore, cool, bracing, and Transvaal and rocky Basutoland-a dry, even in summer, nd during the very Switzerland of South Africa winter so cold that deep snow somewedged in between the white man's times covers its surface. In the latter colonies. Surely there is choice enough season the African farmer is frequently in climate and scenery for the most driven from the high veldt to the fastidious explorer !
bush veldt, where herbage is more Roughly speaking, the scenery of plentiful and the climate more genial.