The words of the King with ill omen fell On the ear of the revelling crew; They bore to the Queen the mad message of hell. "Be the King's word obeyed," she said. As he bids, that will I do." "Tis well, But in secret her outraged Queenly pride "Alas! for that love I have sorely sinned, And me he dares now of that crime to remind, That my soul ever sickens to see. ""Tis more than the spirit of woman can bear!' Love yieldeth to hate, and in very despair, With Helmichis, henchman of Alboin King, Asleep while the King lies, a helpless thing, "Not so," saith the henchman, no one man dare Ever watchful, if strange sound but ruffle the air, From his couch he will forthwith leap, VOL. VIII.-NO. X. 2 z And wrestle for life, with that strength of limb 'Twere ruin to hazard the chance. One other there is, nearly equal to him, Associate him in this enterprise, Success we might then assure; But he is right loyal, and may nowise Loveth he not a damsel?" replies the Queen, Trust, trust then to me, this accompilce to win, My purpose of deadly hate.” The damsel invites to her lonely bed That loyal and stalwart knight; Through the dark palace chambers the lover is ledWhen Rosamond keepeth the tryst instead He passeth with her the night. Thou hast forfeited honor and life," saith the Queen, Both, both hast thou sold to me: Know I am the wife of thy King, Alboin, Or listen to reason's plea. "But I give thee life and high hope beside, "This instant decide, or I call the guard To seize thee in this dark room." "God help me," saith he, "the alternative's hard, This treason to do, like a false Lombard, Or die by a traitor's doom. "And yet thou hast suffered a grievous wrong, And a wronged woman's cause is just. "Twas the vow of my knighthood, against the strong The cause of the weak to maintain, as long As I wielded a weapon of trust. "I hold to that vow. Thou, much-injured Queen, My service to death shalt have. The compact a liegeman and lord between, Their plans are well laid: on one luckless eve, The King bids his courtiers all take leave; In the dead of the night, to his chamber she sends The two knights with weapons bare. The King starts from slumber; his hand he extends To seize his good sword; it is nailed at both ends To the wall, by Queen Rosamond's care. He seizes a stool to encounter the knights; The stool on the head of Sir Helmichis lights; The body they bury beneath the stair: For a season the death is concealed, That Rosamond's arts may the people prepare, To accept for the throne her young daughter as heir, So she may the sceptre wield. But the spirit of every Lombard knight The guilty Queen, driven to hasty flight, Longinus receives her, as foe of his foe; His suit the fair Rosamond listeneth to; Sir Helmichis' presence is now a restraint; And hands him the chalice when thirsty and faint; His dagger he draws, and to Rosamond saith: She drinks, and the plentiful poison burns : They are buried together: two marble urns For Peredeus, blinded and led into hall, To be shown at a Roman feast. Fast bound to a pillar that propp'd the wall, With his wonderful strength dragged it down over all, P. OLIVER CROMWELL. (Continued from page 283.) On his return to his own country he found affairs in a sad state; everything showing the want that was felt of his masterinfluence. The crozier of Laud, though it had escaped from the hand of that overbearing prelate, was not broken; and the gloomy arrogance of Presbyterianism was no less intolerable to the people than the splendid bigotry of Rome. Resolutely bent on the furtherance of their own views, and the extension of their own influence, the several factions were completely neglectful of the great ends of government; and Presbyterians and Independents, Anabaptists and Fifth-monarchy men, were doing their utmost to plunge the country into confusion. The Scotch Covenanters, too, evinced a disposition to be troublesome; till the rough lesson of Dunbar, and the terms dictated by Cromwell in Edinburgh itself, brought them to their senses, and convinced them of the impolicy of meddling with matters beyond their sphere. But this state of things could not last; the want of a controlling hand was everywhere felt, and the eyes of all men were turned to Cromwell as the only one able to save the nation from the state of anarchy into which it was rapidly drifting. He dissolved the Long Parliament; and after a short interval, during which their successors only gave repeated proofs of their incapacity for selfgovernment, he formally assumed, with the title of Protector, the supreme power, which had virtually been his, in a greater or less degree, since the death of the King. This usurpation-for such |