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Gayly the old man sang to the vibrant sound of

his fiddle,
Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres, and Le Carillon de

And anon with his wooden shoes beat time to the

music. 415 Merrily, merrily whirled the wheels of the dizzy

ing dances Under the orchard-trees and down the path to the

meadows; Old folk and young together, and children mingled

among them.

413. Tous les Bourgeois de Chartres was a song written by Ducauroi, maître de chapelle of Henri IV., the words of which are :

Vous connaissez Cybèle,
Qui sut fixer le Temps;
On la disait fort belle,
Même dans ses vieux ans.


Cette divinité, quoique dejà grand mère,

Avait les yeux doux, le teint frais
Avait même certains attraits
Fermes comme la Terre.

Le Carillon de Dunkerque was a popular song to a tane played on the Dunkirk chimes. The words are:

Imprudent, téméraire
A l'instant, je l'espère

Dans mon juste courroux,
Tu vas tomber sous mes coups !

- Je brave ta menace
- Être moi ! quelle audace !
Avance donc, poltron!

Tu trembles ? non, non, non
-J'étouffe de colère !

- Je ris de ta colère. The music to which the old man sang these songs will be found in La Clé du Caveau, by Pierre Capelle, Nos. 564 and 739. Paris: A. Cotelle.

Fairest of all the maids was Evangeline, Bene

dict's daughter! Noblest of all the youths was Gabriel, son of the


420 So passed the morning away. And lo! with a

summons sonorous. Sounded the bell from its tower, and over the

meadows a drum beat.
Thronged ere long was the church with men.

Without, in the churchyard,
Waited the women. They stood by the graves,

and hung on the headstones
Garlands of autumn-leaves and evergreens fresh

from the forest. 425 Then came the guard from the ships, and march

ing proudly among them Entered the sacred portal. With loud and disso

nant clangor Echoed the sound of their brazen drums from ceil

ing and casement, — Echoed a moment only, and slowly the ponderous

portal Closed, and in silence the crowd awaited the will

of the soldiers. 430 Then uprose their commander, and spake from

the steps of the altar, Holding aloft in his hands, with its seals, the

royal commission. “ You are convened this day,” he said, “ by his

Majesty's orders.

432. Colonel Winslow has preserved in his Diary the speech which he delivered to the assembled Acadians, and it is copied oy Haliburton in his History of Nova Scotia, i. 166, 167.

Clement and kind has he been; but how you have

answered his kindness Let your own hearts reply! To my natural make

and my temper 435 Painful the task is I do, which to you I know must

be grievous. Yet must I bow and obey, and deliver the will of

our monarch: Namely, that all your lands, and dwellings, and

cattle of all kinds Forfeited be to the crown; and that you your

selves from this province Be transported to other lands. God grant you

may dwell there 440 Ever as faithful subjects, a happy and peaceable


Prisoners now I declare you, for such is his Majes

ty's pleasure!” As, when the air is serene in the sultry solstice ot

summer, Suddenly gathers a storm, and the deadly sling of

the hailstones Beats down the farmer's corn in the field, and

shatters his windows, 415 Hiding the sun, and strewing the ground with

thatch from the house-roofs, Bellowing fly the herds, and seek to break their

enclosures; So on the bearts of the people descended the words

of the speaker. Silent a moment they stood in speechless wonder,

and then rose Louder and ever louder a wail of sorrow and

anger, 450 And, by one impulse moved, they madly rushed te

the door-way.

Vain was the hope of escape; and cries and fierce

imprecations Rang through the house of prayer; and high o'er

the heads of the others Rose, with his arms uplifted, the figure of Basil

the blacksmith, As, on a stormy sea, a spar is tossed by the bil.

lows. 455 Flushed was his face and distorted with passion;

and wildly he shouted, “ Down with the tyrants of England! we never

have sworn them allegiance! Death to these foreign soldiers, who seize on our

homes and our harvests!” More he fain would have said, but the merciless

hand of a soldier Smote him upon the mouth, and dragged him

down to the pavement.

460 In the midst of the strife and tumult of angry

Lol the door of the chancel opened, and Fathor

Entered, with serious mien, and ascended the

steps of the altar.
Raising his reverend hand, with a gesture be

awed into silence All that clamorous throng; and thus he spake to

his people; 465 Deep were his tones and solemn; in accents meas

ured and mournful Spake he, as, after the tocsin's alarum, distinctly

the clock strikes. What is this that ye do, my children? whal mad

ress has seized you?

Forty years of my life have I labored among you,

and taught you, Not in word alone, but in deed, to love one

another! 470 Is this the fruit of my toils, of my vigils and

prayers and privations? Have you so soon forgotten all lessons of love and

forgiveness? This is the house of the Prince of Peace, and

would you profane it Thus with violent deeds and hearts overflowing

with hatred ? Lo! where the crucified Christ from His cross is

gazing upon you! 475 Seel in those sorrowful eyes what meekness and

holy compassion!
Hark! how those lips still repeat the prayer, .0

Father, forgive them!'
Let us repeat that prayer in the hour when the

wicked assail us, ..
Let us repeat it now, and say, O Father, forgive

them!'» Few were his words of rebuke, but deep in the

hearts of his people 480 Sank they, and sobs of contrition succeeded the

passionate outbreak, While they repeated his prayer, and said, “O

Father, forgive them!”

Then came the evening service. The tapers

gleamed from the altar ; Fervent and deep was the voice of the priest, and

the people responded, Not with their lips alone, but their hearts; and

the Ave Maria

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