The song entitled 'The Lover's Blessing' is a good contrast to this gentle voluptuousness 'The wild hawk sat the dark night long Beside the window of Melan, And ever and anon her song Thus sharp and clear began: "Rise up, it is a noble feast, Thine own true-love to-night doth wed; Rise, taste the cup, or send at least Melan made answer: 66 By my word, To drink her wine I will not go; May for each drop this night she drains That bed shall never know!"'-p. 6s. The last of these compositions which we shall quote, will remind the readers of Goethe of the commencement of Hassan Aga:' 'Was it a vine, with clusters white, That clung round Buda's stateliest tower? That hung upon an armed knight, It was their parting hour. They had been wedded in their youth; "Go forth," she said; "pursue thy way; But some fair garden shouldst thou see, Unclasp thy mail, when none is by, That leaf upon thy breast to lay, VOL. XXXV. NO. LXIX. G At At noon I filled my jar with wine, In solitary woe."-pp. 82, 83. We hope the use we have made of this Minstrelsy' may lead to its publication, and think a larger appendix of notes and illustrations ought to accompany the verses. Some of the minor songs of the Servians have been very prettily translated in a late number of a contemporary journal,* and from that quarter also we may look for further exertions on a field which is wide enough to employ, and rich enough to reward, many labourers.-A gentleman well qualified for such a task is, we understand, preparing for the press an Irish Minstrelsy; which, by the way, Mr. Moore should have given us long ago. If Messrs. Jamieson and Borrow would combine their strength, we might easily have a very popular Scandinavian one; and were these works added to the English library, we should be in a condition to take a more comprehensive view of the popular poetry (strictly so called) of the various nations of Europe during the middle ages, than has hitherto been attainable. We have left ourselves little room for the Anglo-Norman part of the collection on our table: the specimens it encloses are chiefly valuable as showing the extent to which our French minstrelsy continued in popular request to even a later period than had been supposed by Ritson. They are for the most part rendered from some recent black-letter quartos printed by the Roxburgh Club, and therefore as much dead letter to the public at large as the original MSS. Passing over the noble ballad on the battle of Evesham, 'Ore est ocys la flur de pris qe taunt savoit de guere, Ly Quens Mountfort sa dure mort molt en plorra la terre.' &c. which was long ago translated as well as possible, by Sir Walter Scott, the Anglo-Norman strain with which we have been most amused is the Rhyme of the King of England and the Jongleur of Ely.' Its Epigraph is thus given; and having compared it with the original, we are enabled to bear witness that the version is a facsimile. The jongleur was no lying wighte, but one that shrewdly spake and righte, The King he wisely did advise, and prudently his faults chastise; Before the throne, below the dais, in castell strong, in riche palace, Liars and backbiters are found, their trade doth Westminster Review. It is hardly right that this fine version of a fine poem should be allowed to lie buried in 'Ritson's Songs.' Why is it not included in the editions of Sir W. Scott's works? mickle there abound; There gambling thrives, and letchery, and many trained in trickery, of cunning charm and jugglery, and glamour artes that given backe Black for white and white for blacke. Thenne let us praye sweete Saint Marie, on Engleland to have pity: Her lette us praye to watche us well, and teache them wisdome that rebell, and give our Lord the King counsell, as did the loyal Menestrel.' We do not fancy that our readers would much thank us for transcribing any part of the loyal minstrel's sage counsel; but the opening of the conversation, which paves the way for his admonition, is diverting in itself, and gives, we have no doubt, a fair notion of the fashionable wit of the times. Lordings, list, a little space, And I'll well repay your grace, 66 My master's man, Sir King, indeed." "What name, I pray thee, dost thou bear?" Why, just the same, Lord King, as mine." "Whence comest thou, Sir Minstrel ?"-"Thence"- Speak plainly, man,-whence comest thou?" Where but by the water-side?" "And how's this water called, I pray?" The water chooses his own way, And comes uncalled for every day."-p. 98. G 2 There There is some more of this fencing, till the king, apparently willing to change his ground, remarks the comeliness of the Jongleur's steed, and proposes to strike a bargain : "Come-wilt thou sell thy nag to me?" Will eat more trusses of fresh hay Than you, from January to May.' "And drinks he well?"-" Now God us guard— He'll drink you, by Saint Leonard, More water at a single draught Than ere in a whole week you quaffed." "Is he a creature of good speed?" "A pretty question's here, indeed: Howe'er I spur, howe'er I thump, "Good friend, now tell me, draws he well?" He's ne'er been tried, for aught I know, "A trusty beast upon the whole ?" 66 For if he had, your Grace knows well are folly; In the original, the quibble is between sein and saint. The The monks and priests would dress him out Would kiss, an't were but his thigh-bone, And kneel, and sob, and moan, and groan, After much more foolery of the same kind, the king asks if his feet be hard: : "Hard say you?-hard enough, my fay, I wish you had his smith to pay." "His tongue is good?"-" Yea, by Saint John, Nor would a hundred marks in gold I give them still the best I may." A new series of conundrums ensues upon this, and the king's patience is at last fairly exhausted with the inveterate jester— "The devil's in thy mother's son, Still quirking, quibbling, pun on pun! Pray tell us what thy business is ?" "My business? By our lord the pope, To sit much liefer than to stand Especially when dinner's o'er, ; For then one's heavier than before, As doctors tell us by their lore. In short, to have good drink and victual, And work, an't please you, very little." &c. &c.-p. 104. The |