war-horse, and the knight's armour, and the battle sword, but the horse is fastened by twelve chains." The young man thanked the wise woman, and came to the meadow field where the treasures were. There was the horse bound by twelve chains, and twelve doors were to be broken open to free him. He neighed when he saw the Zarewitsch, and he broke a chain for every door the Prince forced open, and at last he got to the steed, and the armour, and the sword, and joyfully presented himself mounted and armed, before the Zar Elidar, and the Zarina Militissa. "Dear father and mother," said he, "I was very anxious about a horse and arms till an aged woman showed me where I might get them. Now I only need your blessing on my journey. This they gave with full hearts, and away he rode on his good steed. After some hours he felt weary, so he alighted, set up his tent, and sat down to refresh himself, when all at once he saw a flying wolf coming at full speed from the west. He sprung on his horse, drew his sword, and defended himself so well that he disabled one of the wolf's wings, and down he fell. He was about killing him, but he cried out with a human voice, "Do me no further harm, and I will be your true servant." "Where are my brothers?" said the Prince. "They were slain long since, but once we have won the Beautiful Princess, and got the water of life and death, we shall waken them. Leave your horse here, he would be useless to us. For cords stretch from the wall where the Princess is confined to all the bells in the steeples, and we must get over these, or fail in our design." He then instructed the Prince how he was to act. So they set out, and when they came to the high white walls of the palace, over the wolf sprung with the Prince on his back into the court, without touching a wire. Then the Prince passed into the palace, and in the first room there was a number of maidens all asleep. The Princess he found not, and when he passed into the second chamber he found the companions of the outer maidens all asleep too. He passed into the third chamber, and there lay asleep the most lovely princess that ever breathed. His whole heart was given to her from that moment. He kissed her white hand, but he passed at once on into the garden for fear of being surprised, and bathed himself in the fountain of the water of life. He then filled two bottles, one from the water of life, the other from the fountain of the water of death that was near, and then returned through the three chambers to where the wolf was waiting for him in the court. The wolf then told him how to go through the next adventure, and when the Prince got on his back he gave a mighty spring, and cleared the walls. But they broke the wires as they came down, and every bell in the city steeples clashed and clanged. Stranger, All the warriors in the city awoke and seized their arms, and ran to the palace. The Princess awoke also, and knew by her skill that a young knight had passed through her chamber, and kissed her hand. "Hasten," said she after the insolent stranger, "and do not return without his head." "We shall cut him in small bits," said the captain of the guard, "if he had a whole army with him." So they pursued Prince Ljubim, and the Princess looked from her high window to catch a sight of the intruder. When the troop approached the Prince he was filled with fury, and mounted on the noble wolf he charged through them with his invincible sword, and mowed them down like grass, and he scarcely slew more than his steed crushed to death. At last a knight with a head as large as a beer-barrel, and mounted on a white horse, encountered him, but was at once slain. All that were able, returned to the city, Ljubim mounted the white horse to give the wolf a a rest, and they returned to the tent. The Princess who had seen her army destroyed, ordered another to be collected, sent it against the Prince and sat in her high chamber to behold the fight. When the Prince and the wolf arrived at the tent, the latter changed himself into the finest man for face and form that could be seen, or imagined, or told of in a story. And when the new army approached, he took the left wing and the Prince the right, and made great slaughter. At last those who wished to save themselves fled. While the two conquerors were resting themselves from their fatigue they saw the Princess approaching. Then the wolfspoke. "I have stayed with you, and served you while you were in need. Your danger is past; now give me leave to retire to my own kingdom. The Prince thanked him and embraced him, and in the next second he was not to be seen. Soon the Princess came up, and the Prince went on his knee, and told her how his heart was filled with love of her, and asked her to be his wife. She accepted him, and they held loving discourse for a while in his tent. Then he bethought him of his dead brothers, and begging the Zarina to wait for him in the tent, he found their remains behind some shrubs where the wolf had told him they lay. He sprinkled them first with the water of death, and the parts came together. Then he sprinkled the bodies with the water of life, and they arose and cried out, "Have we been long asleep?" "Only for me," said Ljubim, "you would have slept for ever." They came to the tent, and after a while all set off to their father's kingdom, but they had not travelled far, when the two elder brothers plotted the death of Ljubim; "they would make such a poor figure on their return, and it would be such a fine thing for one of them to get the princess for wife." So they slew him when he slept, and threatened the princess with death unless she swore to keep this secret. They then drew lots, and the eldest got the Princess, and the other the waters of life and death. The Princess wept and wrung her hands, but all in vain. When they arrived there was great joy, and the brothers made the Zar and Zarina joyful by telling them how they won the Beautiful Princess and the waters of life and death. Zar Elidar and Zarina Militissa inquired after their youngest son, but they could give no information, and after a few days'feasting, the marriage day was fixed on. But the wolf knowing by his skill what had happened, went to the enchanted palace, got the waters of life and death, and restored his friend Ljubim again to life. He changed himself once more to a wolf, and went at a swift pace, till they met the procession as it was passing to the church. The wolf vanished, and the Prince drawing the hood of his mantle over his face, and leaning on the low wall of a yard before a house, began to play on his small harp. This had been provided by the winged wolf. All stopped to look at himself and listen to his music. "Zar Elidar and Zarina Militissa," said he, "will you allow me to sing a ballad for the noble company?" Leave was granted, and he sung the adventures of Zarewitsch Ljubim from the time he left his father's court till be was slain by his wicked brothers. The bride was silently weeping under her veil, till he came to the death of the Prince, and at that point she gave a loud cry and fainted. The Prince sprung to the carriage, flung off his hood, and soon brought his Princess back to life. There was great joy and great confusion for a while, and when all became quiet the wicked brothers were not to be found. Not to have so much trouble in vain, they proceeded to the church, and the marriage was celebrated. Thus had Zarewitsch Ljubim great trouble in winning the "Beautiful Princess," but she was worth it. They lived happy, and our story is at an end." Some parts of this story correspond to portions of the "Fire Bird and the Gray Wolf," which is one of the best of these fireside chronicles, but as much Danish or Irish as it is Russian. We have given it however as other parts have a certain originality about them. The circumstance of the elder brothers killing or endeavouring to kill their younger brother on his return, is common to four or five stories in our Irish and European collections. Hewilldeserve well of society who will publish either at his own expense or that of the public, five mighty volumes presenting the genuine household fictions of the five divisions of the globe, no story being identical with another either in whole or in part. INDEX TO VOL. LXX. Actors' Strike, An, 84. Art and its Ministers: Sculpture, David Balzac-His Life and Career, 363. Balzac Berkeley (Hon. Grantley F.) Life and Re- Celtic MSS. and their Contents: Prejudices "Ecce Deus," 72. Fall of the Monasteries, The, 309. STORIES: Dawn and Twilight; The French Theatre, The, before Moliere: The Garrick: An Actor's Strike, 84; A Manager Gipsy Language with other Gipsy Items: Indian Biography, 466. JoIIN HALLER'S NIECE. By the Author Lord Dufferin on Irish Land Tenure, 112. Manager, A, in Robe de Chambre, 213. NEVER-FOR EVER: Chap. LII., Two Let- L. the Shadow; Chap. LIX., Footsteps of Night, A, in a first-class Steam Carriage, Old Sir Douglas, 530. One of Our Old Chronicles: How the Gaelic Chronicles were composed; The Author of OUR ANCIENT DEALINGS WITH THE DANES: Penns, The, and the Penningtons of the Penn; Ellwood reads "Paradise Lost" POETRY: The Brook, by Lalu, 179; Light Prehistoric Oxford, 603. REVIEWS: The Hon. Grantley F. Berke- Scotch Reform Bill, The, 166. SWEKT ANNE PAGE: Chap. I., The Langtons, THE TENANTS OF MALORY. By J. S. Le Chap. LXV., Mr. Dingwell and Mrs. Venice, The, of Yesterday, 695. • - DUBLIN: Printed by ALEXANDER THOM, 87 & 88, Abbey-street. |