august majesty had the place of beauty. Her sceptre of gold was broken, the lillies upon her garment were

withered.

The phantom addresses Charles and animates him to pursue his conquests; she calls on heaven to preserve him, "Let me perish-but save my King." She prophecies his successes and disappears.

Instantly they depart for Rheims. The shouts of the army imitate thunder, the earth echoes under their feet, the dust rises and forms a night which leaves nothing of the earth now disappeared but its sound. Every thing yields to this force, every one acknowledges Charles, and Burgundy himself sends to congratulate him on his successes.

But the Fiends now exerting all their art to prevent the coronation, at length resolved upon the damnable expedient of making the soldiers licentious. In the largest and blackest cavern of hell which is formed of mud and burning coals, the fiend Asmodeus dwells. He infects the army with his sweet poison and causes a general lasciviousness and irregularity. But the Holy Maid soon clears the camp of all its impure followers, and restores to the soldiers their former chastity.

They proceed on their career of conquest; the Maid hastens before them, she summons Auxere, and the inhabitants promise to admit Charles. After traversing

the Yonne successfully she returns to Auxerre and finds the King passing by the town. Her Angel informs her that this is occasioned by her enemy Amaury who has been bribed by the Auxerrois. She accuses him to the King, but neither of them reply. They summon Troyes which refuses to capitulate. Amaury now openly opposes the Maid, and tells Charles that she will lead him to his ruin. Hell seconds his calumnies, and Renaud the Bishop` likewise condemns her; every voice is raised against her when she enters. Lo Charles, said she, the fruits of Auxerre! that conquest would have concluded our warfare; now Troyes refuses to admit thee. O what evils will the thirst of gold occasion us! The Bishop replies that they dread the effects of her ardour, that their cannons follow slowly at a distance and that it was prudent to leave Troyes and abandon their enterprize. Scarcely can the Maid listen till he ends his speech. In spite of Hell, she cries, I will carry Charles to Rheims. I will break the designs of all my enemies. Without a cannon, with out an assault, I will within three days plant my standard on the highest tower of Troyes. She raises a false battery. Her Angel implores the aid of Terror; who makes the English see ten cannon pointed against them, and they capitulate. The Maid thus recovers her credit, Amaury is silent, they pass the Seine, Chalons submits, the inhabitants of Rheims expel their garrison and Charles

enters the sacred city.

THE SEVENTH BOOK.

In the mean time Agnes was afflicted with all the feelings of wounded vanity; for awhile she indulged a hope that Charles would follow, but the night came on and he appeared not; in the morning he had begun his march, and the mortal fury of Agnes became more than mortal; she resolves to revenge herself, and by reconciling Burgundy with the English, punish Charles. Burgundy was pondering in solitude on the insult he had received from Bedford, when Agnes approached. I loved Charles for his crown, said she, you for your person; this love is a real one, and to you I come. Burgundy is silent. You doubt me, she continued. When I heard how the arrogant folly of the English had injured you, I hastened instantly to Charles with the sole design of reconciling him to you. He was enraged. I was exposed to the madness of his shepherdess, and she banished me from the camp. Burgundy I come to espouse your cause, equally against the Maid, Bedford, and France. Burgundy is satisfied and happy, and conducts Agnes to his palace.

Maria receives her with cold civility, and answers not when Agnes observes that they are alike injured by the Maid who has fascinated both Charles and Dunois: but

she retires to her chamber and there weeps for her dear inconstant; yet cannot Maria hate this amiable false one, she excuses him to herself, the Enchantress has deceived every one, said she, and being thus enchanted Dunois sins without sinning.

The ensuing morning is the anniversary of the murder of Burgundy's father, and according to his cuftom, Burgundy departs to weep over his grave. He arrives not till night, and instantly enters the old chapel and proceeds to the sepulchre : twenty black tapers cast a gloomy light around the bier, it was covered with a black pall, all around was of a dark and obscure hue, the armour suspended from the walls had loft all brightness. Philip felt his whole frame turn cold; he knelt and prayed for the repose of his father's soul. At that instant the pall fell off-the coffin opened, and the dry and withered corpse arose. "Treacherous ungrateful Son-it cried, thou wouldst forgive my murderers ! Agnes only, not the remembrance of thy father, has withheld thee! without the aid of Bedford thou canst not avenge me, and if thou dost not, my shade shall persecute thee even to the grave." A fiend had animated the body. It now returned into the coffin, and Burgundy, reconciled to the Regent in his heart, departs for Fontainebleau. On his arrival he meets Bedford, who is come to appease him and request his aid again. They

depart together to the bitter disappointment of Agnes; Maria, who will not remain with her, returns to Paris, and she is left with only Roger.

A council was

at this time sitting at Basle for the purpose of destroying the Bohemian heretics; and as it appeared to them a necessary measure previously to reconcile the Christian kings, they had sent two of the greatest prelates of their number to mediate between France and England. These prelates approach Fontainebleau, Roger invites them in, and shows them a gallery of pictures containing the history of France from the acceffion of Edward III. to the throne of England; if the pictures were not better than the poetry that describes them, the collection must have been very bad, and if Roger did not enliven his speech by his manner of delivering it, the Bishops must have been tired.

THE EIGHTH BOOK,

Charles now prepares for his coronation; by sound of trumpet he commands his army to pray, and instantly they begin praying. A pious movement in their souls deadened for awhile their love of war, and they breathed only mildness and peace,