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A headstrong, mutable, ferocious race,
Bow'd to the invader's yoke, since that sad *hour
When Faction o'er her streets with giant stride
Strode terrible, and Murder and Revenge,
As by the midnight torches' lurid light
They mark‘d their mangled victims writhe convuls'd,
Listend the deep death groan. Ill-fated scene !
Thro' many a dark age drenched with innocent blood,
And one day doom'd to know the damning guilt

* A dreadful slaughter of the Armagnacs had taken place when Lisle Adam entered Paris at midnight, May 18, 1418. This however, was only a prelude to a much greater commotion in the same city some days after. Upon news of what had passed, the exiles being returned to Paris from all quarters, the massacre was renewed June the 12th. The constable Armagnac was taken out of prison, murdered, and shamefully dragged through the streets. The Chancellor, several Bishops, and other persons, to the number of two thousand, underwent the same barbarous treatment. WOmen and Children died smothered in dungeons. Many of the Nobles were forced to leap from high towers upon the points of spears. The massacre being ended, the Queen and the Duke of Burgundy entered Paris in triumph.

Mezeray.- Radik

Of Brissot murder'd, and the blameless wife
Of ROLAND! Martyr'd patriots, spirits pure,
Wept by the good ye fell ! Yet still survives
Sown by your toil and by your blood manurd,
The imperishable seed; and now its roots
Spread, and strike deep, and soon shall it become
That Tree beneath whose shade the Sons of Men
Shall pitch their tents in peace.

In Paris now
Triumphed the Invader. On an infant's head
Had Bedford placed the crown of Charlemagne,
And factious nobles bow'd the subject knee
In homage to their King, their baby Lord,
Their cradled mighty one !

« Belov'd of Heaven," So spake the Son of Orleans as they passid,

Lo these the walls of Chinon, this the abode “ Of Charles our monarch. Here in revelry " He of his armies vanquish'd, his fair towns « Subdued, hears careless and prolongs the dance.

" And little marvel I that to the cares

"Of empire still be turns the unwilling ear,
“ For loss on loss, defeat upon defeat,
" His strong holds taken, and his bravest Chiefs
" Or dead or captur'd, and the hopes of youth
" All blasted, have subdued the royal mind
"Undisciplin'd in Fortitude's stern school.
So may thy voice arouse his sleeping virtues !"

The mission'd maid reply'd, “ go thou Dunois,
Announce my

mission to the royal ear. "I on the river's winding banks the while “ Would roam, collecting for high enterprize * My thoughts, troubled tho' firm. He who essays “ Atchievements of vast import will perforce “ Feel his heart heave; and in my breast I feel " Such perturbation."

On the banks of Vienne Devious the Damsel turn'd. Thro' Chinon's gates The Son of Orleans press'd with rapid step

Seeking the King. Him from the public view
He found secluded with his blameless Queen,
And her, partaker of the unlawful bed,
The lofty-minded Agnes.

« Son of *Orleans !"
So as he enter'd cried the haughty fair,
Thou art well come to witness the disgrace,

* “ Charles, in despair of collecting an army which should dare to approach the enemy's entrenchments, not only gave the city of Orleans for lost, but began to entertain a very dismal prospect with regard to the general state of his affairs. He saw that the country in which he had hitherto, with great difficulty, subsisted, would be laid entirely open to the invasion of a powerful and victorious enemy, and he already entertained thoughts of retiring with the remains of his forces into Languedoc and Dauphiny, and defending himself as long as possible in those remote provinces. But it was fortunate for this good Prince, that as he lay under the dominion of the fair, the women who he consulted had the spirit to support his sinking resolution in this desperate extremity. Mary of Anjou, his Queen, a Princess of great merit and prudence, vehemently opposed this measure, which she foresaw would discourage all his partizans, and serve as a general signal for deserting a Prince who seemed himself to despair of

“The weak, unmanly, mean despondency " Of this thy Sovereign Liege. He will retreat * To distant Dauphine and fly the war! "Go then, unworthy of thy rank ! retreat “ To distant Dauphinè, and fly the war, “ Recreant from battle! I will not partake “ A fugitive's fate, when thou hast lost thy crown « Thou hast lost Agnes.--Do'st not blush Dunois !

success: his mistress too, the fair Agnes Sorel, who lived in entire amity with the Queen, seconded all her remonstrances.

Hume. L'on fait honneur à la belle Agnès Sorel, Demoiselle de Touraine, maitresse de ce Prince, d'avoir beaucoup contribué à l'encourager en cette occasion. On lui fait cet honneur principalement au sujet d'un quatrain rapporté par Saint Gelais, comme aiant été fait par le Roi François l. à l'honneur de cette Demoiselle.

Plus de louange et d'honneur tu mérite,

La cause étant de France recouvrer,

Que ce que peut dedans un Cloitre ouvrer
Clausé Nonnain, ou bien dévot Hermite.

P. Daniel.

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