I were alone the tenants of a world of vision and felicity. Nay, were not one stone of those walls left on another-were the streams flowed away, and the trees rooted from the hills, this spot would still be populous with forms and sounds would still have tenants for me." "And who are they?" asked the bishop. "The fellow raves!" said Sir Aymer, retreating. "Sing us some strain of that lovely minstrelsy thou talkest of," said Sir Amirald. "And look that thou usest virtuous words, thou ungodly fellow," said the abbot of Normoutier, who retained all the spleen then felt by churchmen against mimes and minstrels, with whom they were at deadly feud for their dramatic superiority; "but I forewarn thee, let thy speech be decent; for what saith the text?-Castum pium poetam esse decet ipsum -versiculos nihil necesse est." "Sing, fellow, as thou art commanded," said the bishop of Toulouse haughtily. "Not till my master commands me," said the minstrel firmly. Thy master is absent." No, my master is here," said the minstrel, bowing to Paladour. "Does he rave?" said Sir Aymer, while the bishop of Toulouse steadily regarded the speaker. "No," answered Vidal, (for that was his name;)" if there be truth in words or faith in hearts, the broad lands he treads, the towers that rise to his view, and I and all the vassals beneath their roofs, are his, and his alone." "What!" said Sir Aymer, "art thou one of those songsters that will be prophets too, and tell mad tales of the fiery arrow that is to pierce yonder towers." "It is on its flight already," said Vidal emphatically. "What meanest thou?" cried Paladour with amazement, not unmixed with stronger feelings. "Mean, sir knight?-Nothing," said Vidal vacantly; "what meaning have minstrels and madmen?- Nought, save lies and dotage.They say Cassandra's fate was hard, but what was the fate of those who despised her ?" "This is somewhat strange," whispered Sir Aymer to the bishop. "that an "Strange!" replied the prelate, half-crazed minstrel should lie, and a romanceful youth should listen?-Hark! he is going to sing again." And Vidal, as he spoke, burst into a different strain. Ballad. Round Padua's towers the clouds that rolled, Her domes are wrapt in purple blaze. - Tales of the might of Charlemagne, The light Morisco twirls his bell, Or turned to hail with wondering eye, 'Mid the mixed group beneath, - Thus did in truth the pageant seem, 1 Yet might the bookman's thoughtful mind Childhood was there, with wondering cry, Marvelling, with retrospective moan, Sir Paladour rode on as the minstrel sung, full of those heavy thoughts that a mysterious word or an unexpected incident never failed to stir up like a host of sleeping enemies within; and Amirald rode with him in sad and wondering silence, till his companion, with the strong habit of solitary suffering, spoke aloud. "And wherefore," said he at length-" wherefore is every step of my earthly progress marked by presages and voices that, though of the living, sound as if they issued from the grave?—The voice, the song of that minstrel, recall to me the images of years in which I seem to have lived; - I could, methinks, repeat every word of his lay, echo every note of his harp; but unless so touched, every |