Shall oft remind thee, waking-sleeping, THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. BY MISS A. M. PORTER. THE moon was bright, the sky serene, And trees were thick on the bank so green, Beside him grazed his milk-white steed, While his raven locks, from the helmet freed, Were wet with many a tear. His cheek was once like the orange red, But now like the olive pale; And his heart, that erst with pity bled, Was never a lord in Alphonso's court, Was never a minstrel like him could sing, Or tinkle the sweet guitar; Was never a knight at tilt or ring, So brave in the Tourney's war. Was never a brother like him so blest, For the twin he clasped to his faithful breast, O look you now, how a pleasant dream How bright is the glow which raptures beam, He dreams they sail in their yacht so gay, Where through bowery banks flows Duero away, To the sound of their soft guitars. O days of Youth! O days of Joy! Will ye ever again return ? Can the penitent heart or the streaming eye, Give life to the death-cold urn! Now sudden he wakes, and with blissful glance, But vanished the image with fancy's trance, The groan that riveth his manly heart, As comfort and hope remove, With its dismal sound makes echo start, And scareth the lone wood-dove. * Of the happy effect on the mind, of the return of early recollections and associations, the Welch bards, or sages, have left on record a striking aphorism. "Three things restored will prolong a man's life:-The country where in childhood he was brought up;-The food that in childhood nourished him ;-The train of thought that in childhood amused him.”—ED. He beats his breast, and he lifts his eyes, "Who mourneth here, this smiling night, "O, whether by sin or sorrow driven Let them teach thee, my son, the road to Heaven, And thy earthly cares will cease." The Hermit stood among evergreen boughs, That curtained a cavern wide, Whence he called the knight to bless'd repose, He led the way, that knight before, Then gently dropped his leafy door, And shut out the cheerful sky. But the soft, pale moon, with tender light, The Hermit's couch was a heap of moss, O, soothing it is to the sad, sad heart, When its load of grief it would fain impart— Don Carlos' pulse beat calmly now, As he saw the hermit's throb; And the death-damps left his tortured brow, When he heard the hermit sob. The good man knelt, and inly prayed, And low at the foot of the Crucifix laid, He covered his face with his dark-gray hood, And still, as he kissed the holy Rood, “Oh! I have suffered!" at length he cried, "Then confess thy sin, or tell thy grief, "O father, father! deep is my guilt, What pardon,—what hope remains ? “Yet time there was, when of bird or deer I shuddered to end the breath; And ever beheld, with womanish tear, "And time there was, when glory in vain The wreath that grows on a hill of slain, THE KNIGHT OF MALTA. “ But see me here, to holy St. John * And sworn fair woman's love to shun, "And see me here, self-doomed to aid With this guilty arm, and this fatal blade, Don Carlos paused, and with ghastly look Regarded his guilty brand; His brow grew damp, and his cold limbs shook, * The original and proper title of the Knights of Malta, was, "SANCTI IOANNIS HIEROSOLYMITANI," of Saint John of Jerusalem. They were also called "Hospitallers" and "Johannites." The Crusaders gave them several towns, the principal of which was Acre. In the year 1191, they removed to Cyprus; and in 1308, to Rhodes, which they held for upwards of two hundred years; but, after a most gallant defence, being obliged by the Turks to relinquish it, the Emperor Charles V. gave them the island of Malta, which they maintained for three hundred years against all attacks, and fortified, so as to render it impregnable. In this situation, they were considered as the principal bulwark of Christendom against the Infidels. They wore a black robe, and a Cross Patonce, of gold enamelled with white, on the left shoulder. This order partook of the defects of the period in which it originally flourished; but was yet, in many respects, one of the most noble and unexceptionable of the chivalrous institutions. Its energies were, collectively, of great service to Europe; and every individual member was obliged to fulfil his vow of Knighthood, according to the custom of the age, by redressing all wrongs within the sphere of his private influence. They also distributed large sums in charity. The number of Knights was never less than one thousand; of whom, five hundred were supposed to be resident on the Island. Each Knight, before admission, was obliged to prove nobility of descent, on both father's and mother's side, for four generations. This rendered it one of the highest orders in Europe; the Grand Master ranking with Sovereign princes, and the Grand Prior in England sitting as an Earl in the House of Peers, before the Reformation. The last Lord Prior in England, and also the last surviving Knight of the English Commandery, was Sir Thomas Docwra, of Lilley, Herts., who, in the year 1508, erected, at his own charge, one of the City Gates of London, viz. St. John's, Clerkenwell, on which his name and arms were lately to be seen.—ED. |