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streaming from his head; and kneeling at his master's feet, hum-
bly prayed to be invested with the habit. And his request was
granted on the spot.
Savonarola was urged by some of his friends to consent to be
lowered from the walls and seek safety in fight; since, if he once
set foot in the palace, there was little chance of his ever leaving
it alive. He hesitated, and seemed on the point of adopting this
sole means of escape; when Fra Malatesta turned on him and
said, “Should not the shepherd lay down his life for his lambs? ”
These words appeared to touch him deeply; and he accordingly
made no reply, but after kissing his brethren and folding them
to his heart, - this very Malatesta first of all, — he deliberately
gave himself up, together with his trusty and inseparable Fra
Domenico, into the hands of the mace-bearers, who had returned
from the Signory at that instant.
Translation of Linda Villari.


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THE HEROIC AND LEGENDARY LITERATURE OF
BRITTANY
BY WILLIAM SHARP
>
F ONE were asked what were the three immediate influences,
the open-sesames of literature, which revealed alike to
the dreaming and the critical mind of modern Europe the
beauty and extraordinary achievement of the Celtic genius, it would
not be difficult to name them. From Scotland came Macpherson's
reweaving of ancient Gaelic legendary lore under the collective title
of Ossian); from Wales came the “Mabinogion,' obtained and trans-
lated by Lady Charlotte Guest; and from Brittany came the now cel-
ebrated life work of the Vicomte Hersart de la Villemarqué, the
(Barzaz-Breiz,' or collection of the popular songs and heroic ballads
of old Brittany,—some mediæval, some with their roots in the heart
of ancient Armorica.
The history of the influence of these three books — Ossian,' the
Mabinogion, and the Barzaz Breiz'— has never yet been properly
estimated. When a competent critic shall give us this history, in
its exact and critical relation to literature itself, the deep and far-
reaching power of what may be distinguished as fundamentally
appealing books will be made apparent.
If these were the immediate influences in the awakening of the
mind of Europe to the beauty and mystery and high significance
of the old Celtic literature, legendary lore, and racial traditions, the
general attention was attracted rather by two famous pioneers of
critical thought. In France, Ernest Renan, himself of Celtic blood
and genius, and having indeed in his name one of the most ancient
and sacred of Armorican designations (Ronan), gained the notice of
all intellectual Europe by his acute, poignantly sympathetic, and
eloquent treatise on the Poetry of the Celtic Races. ' Later, in
England, Matthew Arnold convinced his reluctant fellow-countrymen
that a new and wide domain of literary beauty lay as it were just
beyond their home pastures.
Since Renan and Matthew Arnold, there have been many keen
and ever more and more thoroughly equipped students of Celtic lit-
erature; but while admitting the immense value of the philological
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labors of men such as the German Windisch, the English Whitley
Stokes, the French Loth, the Scottish Dr. Cameron, the Welsh Profes-
sor Rhys, and the Irish Standish Hayes O'Grady, or of the more pop-
ular writings of collectors and exponents such as the late Campbell
of Islay, Mr. Alfred Nutt, Mr. Standish O'Grady, and others, it would
be at once unjust and uncritical to omit full recognition of the
labors of collectors and interpreters such as, say, Mr. Alexander Car-
michael in Scotland, and Hersart de la Villemarqué in France.
There can hardly be a student of Celtic literature who is unfamiliar
with the ‘Barzaz-Breiz,' that unique collection of Breton legendary
lore and heroic ballads so closely linked with the name of Hersart de
la Villemarqué. This celebrated man at once collector, folk-lorist,
philologist, poet, and impassioned patriot- was not only born a Bre-
ton of the Bretons, but began life among circumstances pre-eminently
conducive to his mental development along the lines where he has
made his name of world-wide repute. His great work* was not only
the outcome of his own genius and of his racial inheritance, but
was inspired by his mother, a remarkable woman of a very ancient
Armorican family. It is to her that the Barzaz-Breiz) was dedicated :
“À ma tendre et sainte mère, Marie-Ursule Feydeau du Plessix-Nizon,
Comtesse de la Villemarqué. ” So significant are the opening words
of his introduction to the new and definitive edition (1893) that they
may be given here:-
“A profound sentiment,” he says in effect, inspired the idea of this book
wherein my country stands forth self-portrayed, and in that revelation wins
our love. In sending forth this revised reprint of my work, doubtless for the
last time, and feeling myself to be as much as in my early days under the
spell of her love, I dedicate this work to her who really began it, and that
too before I was born,- to her who enthralled my childhood with old-world
ballads and legendary tales, and who herself was indeed for me one of those
good fairies who, as the old lore has it, stand by the side of happy cradles.
My mother, who was also the mother of all who were unhappy, once restored
to health a poor wandering singer of the parish of Melgren. Moved by the
sincere regrets of the poor woman at her inability to convey aright her grati-
tude to her benefactress, having indeed nothing in the world to offer but her
songs, my mother asked her to repeat one or two of her treasury of folk-
songs. So impressed was she by the original character of the Breton poetry,
that often thereafter she sought and obtained a like pleasure. At a later date,
*«< Barzaz-Breiz. Chants Populaires de la Bretagne, recueillis, traduits, et
annotés par le Vicomte Hersart de la Villemarqué, M. I. (work crowned by
the Academy of France). Among the same author's other published writings
in book form (he has written extensively in the Revue Celtique and else-
where) are - -(Merlin: Son Histoire, Ses Euvres, Son Influence,' and 'La
Légende Celtique, et la Poésie des Cloitres en Islande, en Cambrie, et en
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though this was not for herself, she made a special quest of this ancestral
country-side fugitive poetry. Such was the real origin - in a sense purely
domestic and private, and primarily the outcome of a sweet and pious nature
- of this collection of the Barzaz-Breiz); some of the finest pieces in which
I found written, in the first years of the century, on the blank leaves of an
old manuscript volume of recipes wherein my mother had her store of medical
science. ”
As for what M. de la Villemarqué himself did to qualify for his
lifelong labor of love, he writes as follows:-
« To render this collection at once more complete and worthy of the atten-
tion of literary critics, and of all students of literature and life, scrupulous
and conscientious care has been taken. I have gone hither and thither on
my quest through long years, and traversed every region of Basse-Bretagne
(Lower or Northern Brittany), the richest in old memories; taking part in
popular festivals and in private gatherings, at our national pardons (pil-
grimages], at the great fairs, at weddings, or the special fête-days of the
agricultural world and of the workers in all the national industries; ever by
preference seeking the professional beggars, the itinerant shoemakers, tail-
ors, weavers, and vagrant journeymen of all kinds,- in a word, in the whole
nomad song-loving, story-telling fraternity. Everywhere, too, I have inter-
rogated the old women, nurses, young girls, and old men; above all, those of
the hill regions, who in the last century formed part of the armed bands of
patriots, and whose recollections, when once they can be quickened, constitute
a national repertory as rich as any one could possibly consult. Even children
at their play have sometimes revealed to me unexpected old-world survivals.
Ever varying as was the degree of intelligence in all these people, they were
at one in this: that no one among them knew how to read. Naturally, there-
fore, the songs and legends and superstitions which I heard thus are not to
be found in books, and never at least as here given; for these came fresh
from the lips of an illiterate but passionately conservative, patriotic, and poetic
people. »
In a word, Brittany is, in common with Ireland or Gaelic Scotland,
the last home of the old-world Celt, of the old Celtic legendary and
mythological lore, of the passing and ever more and more fugitive
Celtic folk literature. Scotland has her Campbell of Islay, her Alex-
ander Carmichael; Brittany has Hersart de la Villemarqué.
The scientific value of M. de la Villemarqué’s ‘Barzaz-Breiz' has
been disparaged by some writers, to whom the pedantry of absolute
literality is more dear than the living spirit of which language is but
the veil; and this on the ground that his versions are often too elab-
orated, and are sometimes modern rather than archaic. The best
answer is in the words of the famous Breton himself, in the pref-
ace to the revised and definitive edition. After detailing the endless
care taken, and the comparative method pursued, he adds: “The
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certain mutilated or vicious expressions, or of certain unpoetic or
less poetic verses, of corresponding but more adequate and harmo-
nious verses, or words from some other version or versions. This
was the method of Walter Scott (in his (Scottish Minstrelsy'], and I
could not follow a better guide. ”
The Barzaz-Breiz,' or Treasury of Breton Popular Chants, is a
storehouse of learned and most interesting and fascinating matter
concerning the origins and survival and inter-relations of the racial
and other legendary beliefs, and superstitions, and folk-lore generally,
of the Armorican people - Arvor, or Armorica, being the old name of
Brittany, the Wales of France. In the introductory and appendical
notes to each heroic ballad or legendary poem, Hersart de la Ville-
marqué has condensed the critical and specialistic knowledge of one
of the most indefatigable and enthusiastic of folk-lorists; and this
with the keenness of sympathy and of insight, and the new and con-
vincing charm of interpretation, of a man of genius.
It is amazing how little of his work has been translated or para-
phrased in English, especially when we consider the ever-growing
interest in literature of the kind, and particularly in Celtic literature.
It is pleasant, however, to know that an English "Barzaz-Breiz' is
promised us before long, and that from the pen of an author who
has a pre-eminent right to the task,— Mrs. Wingate Rinder; whose
volume entitled “The Shadow of Arvor (a re-telling of old Breton
tales and romances) is the most interesting and beautiful work of
its kind we have, and is, I may add, a book that won the high appro-
bation of M. de la Villemarqué himself. *
The three representative pieces which I have translated from
the ‘Barzaz-Breiz' are not only typical of the ancient and the mediæ-
val Breton romance or heroic ballad, but are given intact with their
prefatory and appendical notes.
(The Wine of the Gauls) is one of the earliest preserved utter-
ances of the ancient Armorican bards. 'The Tribute of Noménoë) is
still old, though not so ancient. “The Foster-Brother' is a type of
both the style and substance of the mediæval folk-tale.
[NOTE. — The three following citations from Villemarqué were translated,
and the notes accompanying them prepared, by William Sharp of London, for
A Library of the World's Best Literature. ) Mr. Sharp's article on Breton
Literature completes the survey of the literature. of the Celtic races embraced
in the articles on Celtic Literature (Irish, Scottish, Welsh, and Cornish) by
William Sharp and Ernest Rhys; Ossian, by the same authors; and on Cam-
pion, Sir Thomas Malory, and The Mabinogion, by Ernest Rhys. ]
* Two of the legendary romances, which appear after this article in their
crude original form, have been beautifully retold by Mrs. Wingate Rinder in
(The Shadow of Arvor): (Gwennolaik) and “The Tribute of Noménoë.


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THE WINE OF THE GAULS AND THE DANCE OF THE SWORD-
DIALECT OF LÉON
ARGUMENT
One is not ignorant that in the sixth century the Bretons often
made excursions into the territory of their neighbors, subject to the
domination of the Franks, whom they called by the general name of
Gauls. These expeditions, undertaken oftenest under the necessity
of defending their independence, were also sometimes ventured through
the desire of providing themselves in the enemy's country with what
they lacked in Brittany, principally with wine. As soon as autumn
came, says Gregory of Tours, they departed, followed by chariots,
and supplied with instruments of war and of agriculture; armed for
the vintage. Were the grapes still hanging, they plucked them them-
selves; was the wine made, they carried it away. If they were too
hurried, or surprised by the Franks, they drank it on the spot; then
leading the vintagers captive, they joyously regained their woods and
their marshes. The piece here following was composed, according
to the illustrious author of the Merovingian Accounts,' on the return
from one of these expeditions. Some tavern habitués of the parish
of Coray intone it glass in hand, more for the melody than for the
words; the primitive spirit of which, thanks be to God, they have
ceased to seize.
I
ETTER is white wine of grapes than of mulberries; better is white
B.
grape wine.
- O fire! O fire! O steel! O steel! O fire! O fire! O
steel and fire! O oak! Ooak! O earth! O waves!
O waves! O earth! O earth and oak! -
Red blood and white wine, a river! red blood and white wine!
O fire! O fire! etc.
Better new wine than ale; better new wine.
- 0 fire !
O fire! etc.
Better sparkling wine than hydromel; better sparkling wine.
- O fire! O fire! etc.
Better wine of the Gauls than of apples; better wine of the Gauls.
O fire! O fire! etc.


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Gaul, vines and leaf for thee, O dunghill! Gaul, vine and leaf to thee!
-O fire! O fire! etc.
White wine to thee, hearty Breton! White wine to thee, Breton !
- 0 fire! O fire! etc.
Wine and blood flow mixed; wine and blood flow.
O fire! O fire! etc.
White wine and red blood, and thick blood; white wine and red blood.
- 0 fire! O fire! etc.
'Tis blood of the Gauls that flows; the blood of the Gauls.
O fire! O fire! etc:
In the rough fray have I drunk wine and blood; I have drunk wine
and blood.
- O fire! O fire! etc.
Wine and blood nourish him who drinks; wine and blood nourish.
- 0 fire! O fire! etc.
II
Blood and wine and dance, Sun, to thee! blood and wine and dance,
-O fire! O fire! etc.
And dance and song, song and battle! and dance and song.
- 0 fire! O fire! etc.
Dance of the sword in rounds; dance of the sword.
- 0 fire! O fire! etc.
Song of the blue sword which murder loves; song of the blue sword.
-O fire! O fire! etc.
Battle where the savage sword is king; battle of the savage sword.
- O fire! O fire! etc.
O sword! O great king of the battle-field! O sword! O great king!
- O fire! O fire! etc.


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May the rainbow shine on thy forehead! may the rainbow shine!
O fire! O fire! O steel! O steel! O fire! O fire! O
steel and fire! O oak! O oak! O earth! O earth!
O waves! O waves! O earth! O earth and oak!
NOTE
It is probable that the expedition to which this wild song alludes
took place on the territory of the Nantais; for their wine is white,
as is that of which the bard speaks. The different beverages he
attributes to the Bretons - mulberry wine, beer, hydromel, apple wine
or cider are also those which were used in the sixth century.
Without any doubt we have here. two distinct songs, welded to-
gether by the power of time. The second begins at the thirteenth
stanza, and is a warrior's hymn in honor of the sun, a fragment of
the Sword Round of the ancient Bretons.
Like the Gaels and the
Germans, they were in the habit of surrendering themselves to it
during their festivals; it was executed by young men who knew the
art of jumping circularly to music, at the same time throwing their
swords into the air and catching them again. This is represented on
three Celtic medallions in M. Hucher's collection: on one a warrior
jumps up and down, while brandishing his battle-axe in one hand,
and with the other throwing it up behind his long floating head-
dress; on a second one, a warrior dances before a suspended sword,
and, says M. Henri Martin, he is evidently repeating the invocation :-
“O sword, O great chief of the battle-field! O sword, O great
king!
This, it is obvious, would cast us back into plain paganism. At
least it is certain that the language of the last seven stanzas is still
older than that of the other twelve. As for its form, the entire piece
is regularly alliterated from one end to the other, like the songs
of the primitive bards; and like them, is subject to the law of ter-
nary rhythm. I have no need to draw notice to what a clashing of
meeting weapons it recalls to the ear, and what a strident blast the
melody breathes.
THE TRIBUTE OF NOMÉNOË-CORNOUAILLE DIALECT
ARGUMENT
NOMÉNOË, the greatest king whom Brittany has had, pursued the
work of his country's deliverance, but by means different from his
predecessors'. He opposed ruse to force; he feigned to submit to the
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enemy ten times superior in numbers. The emperor Charles, called
the Bald, was deceived by his demonstrations of obedience. He did
not guess that the Breton chief, like all politicians of superior genius,
knew how to wait. When the moment for acting came, Noménoë
threw off the mask: he drove the Franks beyond the rivers of the
Oust and of Vilaine, extending the frontiers of Brittany to Poitou;
and taking the towns of Nantes and Rennes from the enemy, which
since then have not ceased to make part of the Breton territory,
he delivered his compatriots from the tribute which they paid the
Franks (841).
“A remarkably beautiful piece of poetry,” says Augustin Thierry,
«and one full of details of the habits of a very ancient epoch,
recounts the event which determined this grand act of independence. ”
According to the illustrious French historian, “it is an energetically
symbolic picture of the prolonged inaction of the patriot prince,
and of his rude awakening when he judged the moment had come. ”
( Ten Years of Historical Studies,' 6th ed. , page 515. )
I
The golden grass is mown; it has misted suddenly.
To battle!
It mists, – said, from the summit of the mountain of Arez, the great
chief of the family:
To battle!
From the direction of the country of the Franks, for three weeks
more and more, more and more, has it misted,
So that in no wise can I see my son return to me.
Good merchant, who the country travels o'er, know'st thou news of
Karo, my son ? --
Mayhap, old father of Arez; but how looks he? what does he ? -
He is a man of sense and of heart; he it was who went to drive the
chariots to Rennes,
To drive to Rennes the chariots drawn by horses harnessed three by
three,
Divided between them, they that carry faithfully Brittany's tribute. -
If your son is the tribute-bearer, in vain will you await him.
When they came to weigh the silver, there lacked three pounds in
every hundred;
And the steward said: Thy head, vassal, shall complete the weight.
And drawing his sword, he cut off the head of your son.
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At these words the old chief of the family was like to swoon:
Violently on the rock he fell, hiding his face with his white hairs;
And his head in his hands, he cried with a moan: Karo, my son,
my poor, dear son!
II
Followed by his kindred, the great tribal chief set out;
The great tribal chief of the family approaches, he approaches the
stronghold of Noménoë. -
Tell me, head of the porters, — the master, is he at home?
Be he there, or not there, God keep him in good health! -
As these words he said, the lord to his dwelling returned ;
Returning from the hunt, preceded by his great playful dogs,
In his hand he held his bow, on his shoulder carried a boar,
And the fresh blood, quite warm from the mouth of the beast, flowed
upon his white hand.
Good day, good day to you, honest mountaineers! first of all to you,
great tribal chief:
What news is there, what wish you of me?
We come to know of you if a law there be; if in the sky there is a
God, and in Brittany a chief. —
In the sky there is a God, I believe, and in Brittany a chief if I
can.
He who will, he can; he who can, drives the Frank away
Drives away the Frank, defends his country, avenges it and will
avenge it.
He will avenge the living and dead, and me and Karo my child,
My poor son Karo, beheaded by the excommunicated Frank;
Beheaded in his prime, and whose head, golden as millet, was thrown
into the scales to balance the weight! -
beard.
And the old man began to weep, and his tears flowed down his gray
And they shone as the dew on a lily, at the rising of the sun.
When the lord saw this, a bloody and terrible oath he swore:
By this boar's head and the arrow which pierced it, I swear it:
Before I wash the blood from my right hand, I shall have washed my
country's wound!
INI
Noménoë has done that which no chief e'er did before:
He went to the shores of the sea with bags to gather pebbles,
Pebbles to tender as tribute to the steward of the bald king. *
Noménoë has done that which chief ne'er did before:
With polished silver has he shod his horses, and with reversed shoes.
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:
Noménoë has done that which chief ne'er did before:
Prince as he is, in person to pay the tribute he has gone. —
Open wide the gates of Rennes, that I make entry in the town:
With chariots full of silver, 'tis Noménoë who is here. -
Alight, my lord; enter the castle; and leave your chariots in the
coach-house;
Leave to the equerry your white horse, and come and sup above.
Come to sup, and first of all to wash: there sounds the water-horn;
do you hear ? * -
I will wash in a moment, my lord, when the tribute shall have been
weighed. -
The first bag to be carried (and it was well tied),
The first bag which was brought, of the right weight was found.
The second bag which was brought, also of right weight was found.
The third bag that they weighed:- Aha! aha! this weight is not
right!
When the steward this saw, unto the bag his hand he extended;
Quickly he seized the cords, endeavoring to untie them. -
Wait, wait, Sir Steward, with my sword I will cut them. -
Hardly had he finished these words, that his sword leaped from the
scabbard,
That close to the shoulders the head of the Frank bent double it
struck,
And that it cut flesh and nerves and one chain of the scale beside.
The head fell in the scale, and thus the balance was made.
But behold the town in uproar :- Stop, stop the assassin!
He escapes, he escapes! bring torches! let us run quickly after him. -
Bring torches! 'twould be well: the night is black, and frozen the
road;
But I greatly fear you will wear out your shoes in following me,
Your shoes of blue gilded leather: as to your scales, you will use
them no more ;
You will use no more your golden scales in weighing the stones of
the Bretons.
- To battle! -
NOTE
.
This traditional portrait of the chief whose political genius saved
Breton independence is no less faithful, from its point of view, than
those of history itself. Thus, Augustin Thierry did not hesitate to
place it in the gallery which contemporaneous history has preserved
to us, and which he has so admirably restored.
The latter proves
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by its general spirit, if by no precise feature, the exactitude of the
anecdote. Before the time of Noménoë, for at least ten years, the
Bretons had paid tribute to the Franks; he delivered them from it:
that is the real fact. The tone of the ballad is in harmony with the
epoch.
As the head of the Frank charged to receive the tribute falls in
the scales, where the weight is lacking, and the poet cries with fero-
cious joy, “His head fell in the scale, and thus the balance was
made! ” one remembers that a few years ago, Morvan, the Lez-Breiz
of the Breton tradition, d, trembling with rage, “If I could see him,
he would have of me what he asks, this king of the Franks: I would
pay him the tribute in iron. ”
In regard to the epic song with which the liberator of Brittany
inspired the national Muse, the satirical song composed in the Abbey
of St. Florent against Noménoë is opposed. The Frankish monks of
the shores of the Loire could not pardon him the destruction of their
monastery; and to avenge themselves, they invented the following
fable which they chanted in chorus:-
“IN THAT time lived a certain man called Noménoë :
Of poor parents he was born; his field he plowed himself;
But hidden in the earth an immense treasure he encountered;
By means of which among the rich many friends for himself he
made;
Then, clever in the art to deceive, he began himself to raise;
So that, thanks to his riches, he finished by dominating all,” etc.
QUIDAM fuit hoc tempore
Nomenoius nomine;
Pauper fuit progenie;
Agrum colebat vomere;
Sed reperit largissimum
Thesaurum terra conditum ;
Quo plurimorum divitum
Junxit sibi solatium.
Dehinc, per artem fallere,
Copit qui mox succrescere,
Donec super cunctos, ope
Transcenderet potentiæ, etc.
Poor Latin, poor rhymes, poor revenge.


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THE FOSTER-BROTHER - TRÉGUIER DIALECT
ARGUMENT
This ballad, some variants of which I owe to the Abbé Henry,
and which is one of the most popular of Brittany. is sung under dif-
ferent titles in several parts of Europe. Fauriel has published it in
modern Greek; Bürger picked it up from the lips of a young German
peasant girl, and gave it an artificial form; (The Dead Go About
Alive' is but an artistic reproduction of the Danish ballad Aagé and
Elsé. A Welsh savant has assured me that his compatriots of the
mountains possess it in their language. All are based on the idea of
a duty, the obedience to the sacredness of the oath. The hero of the
primitive German ballad, like the Greek Constantine, like the Breton
cavalier, vowed to return, though dead; and he keeps his word.
We do not know to what epoch the composition of the two Ger-
man and Danish songs, nor that of the Greek ballad, date back: ours
must belong to the most flourishing period of the Middle Ages, chiv-
alric devotion shining therein by its sweetest lustre.
I
TH?
HE prettiest girl of high degree in all this country round was a
young maid of eighteen years, whose name was Gwennolaſk.
Dead was the old lord, her two poor sisters and her mother; her
own people all were dead, alas! except her stepmother.
It was pitiful to see her, weeping bitterly on the threshold of the
manor-door, so beauteous and so sweet!
Her eyes fixed on the sea, seeking there the vessel of her foster-
brother, her only consolation in the world, and whom since
long she had awaited;
Her eyes fixed upon the sea, and seeking there the vessel of her
foster-brother. Six years had passed since he had left his
country. -
Away from here, my daughter, and go and fetch the cattle; I do not
feed you to remain there seated. -
She awaked her two, three hours before the day in winter, to light
the fire and sweep the house;
To go to draw water at the fountain of the dwarfs, with a little
cracked pitcher and a broken pail:
The night was dark; the water had been disturbed by the foot of the
horse of a cavalier who returned from Nantes. -
Good health to you, young maid: are you betrothed ?
And I (what a child and fool I was! )— I replied: I wot naught of it. -
Are you betrothed ? Tell me, I pray you. —
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Well, take my golden ring, and say to your stepmother that unto a
cavalier who returns from Nantes you are betrothed:
That a great combat there has been; that his young esquire has been
killed over there, that he himself by a sword-thrust in the flank
has been wounded;
That in three weeks and three days he'll be restored, and to the
manor will come gayly and quickly to seek you. —
And she to run at once to the house and to look at the ring : it was
the ring that her foster-brother wore on his left hand.
II
One, two, three weeks had passed, and the young cavalier had not
yet returned.
You must be married; I have thought thereon in my heart, and for
you a proper man, my daughter, I've found. -
Save your grace, stepmother, I wish no husband other than my foster-
brother, who has come.
He gave me my wedding-ring of gold, and soon will come gayly and
quickly to seek me. -
Be quiet, if you please, with your wedding-ring of gold, or I will
take a rod to teach you how to speak.
Willy nilly, you shall wed Job the Lunatic, our young stable-boy. -
Wed Job! oh horror! I shall die of sorrow! My mother, my poor
little mother! if thou wert still alive! -
Go and lament in the court, mourn there as much as you will; in vain
will you make a wry face: in three days betrothed you'll be.
III
About that time the old grave-digger traveled through the country,
his bell in his hand, to carry the tidings of death.
Pray for the soul which hath been the lord cavalier, in his lifetime
a good man and a brave.
And who beyond Nantes was wounded to death by a sword-thrust
in his side, in a great battle over there.
To-morrow at the setting of the sun the watching will begin, and
thereafter from the white church to the tomb they will carry
him.
IV
How early you do go away! - Whether I am going? Oh, yes
indeed!
- But the feast is not yet done, nor is the evening spent. —
I cannot restrain the pity she inspires in me, and the horror which
awakes this herdsman who stands in the house face to face
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Around the poor girl, who bitterly wept, every one was weeping, the
rector himself:
In the parish church this morn all were weeping, all, both young and
old; all except the stepmother.
The more the fiddlers in returning to the manor twanged their bows,
the more they consoled her, the more was her heart torn.
They took her to the table, to the place of honor for supper; she has
drunk no drop of water, nor eaten a morsel of bread.
They tried just now to undress her, to put her in her bed: she has
thrown away her ring, has torn her wedding fillet;
She has escaped from the house, her hair in disorder. Where she
has gone to hide, no one doth it know.
V
All lights were extinguished; in the manor every one profoundly slept;
elsewhere, the poor young maid was awake, to fever a prey. -
Who is there ? — I, Nola, thy foster-brother. -
It is thou, really, really thou! It is thou, thou, my dear brother! -
And she to go out, and to flee away on her brother's white horse
in saddle behind, encircling him with her little arm, seated
behind him. -
How fast we go, my brother! We have gone a hundred leagues, I
think! How happy I am near unto thee! So much was I never
before.
Is it still afar, thy mother's house? I would we were arrived. -
Ever hold me close, my sister: ere long we shall be there. -
The owl fed screeching before them; as well as the wild animals
frightened by the noise they made. -
How supple is thy horse, and thy armor how bright! I find thee
much grown, my brother.
I find thee very beautiful! Is it still far, thy manor ? -
Ever hold me close, my sister: we shall arrive apace.
Thy heart is icy; thy hair is wet; thy heart and thy hand are icy:
I fear that thou art cold. -
Ever hold me close, my sister: behold us quite near; hearest thou
not the piercing sounds of the gay musicians of our nuptials ? —
He had not finished speaking when his horse stopped all at once,
shivering and neighing very loud;
And they found themselves on an island where many people were
dancing;
Where young men and beautiful young girls, holding each other by
the hand, did play:
All about green trees with apples laden, and behind, the sun rising
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A little clear fountain flowed there; souls to life returning, were
drinking there;
Gwennola's mother was with them, and her two sisters also.
There was nothing there but pleasure, songs, and cries of joy.
VI
On the morrow morning, at the rising of the sun, young girls carried
the spotless body of little Gwennola from the white church to
the tomb.
NOTES
name.
As will be remembered, the German ballad ends, after the fash-
ion of the stories of the Helden-Buch,' by a catastrophe which
swallows up the two heroes; it is the same with the Greek ballad
published by Fauriel.
The ancient Bretons recognized several stages of existence through
which the soul passed; and Procopius placed the Druid elysium
beyond the ocean in one of the Britannic Isles, which he does not
The Welsh traditions are more precise: they expressly desig-
nate this island under the name of Isle of Avalon, or of the Apples.
It is the abiding-place of the heroes: Arthur, mortally wounded at
the battle of Camlann, is conducted there by the bards Merlin and
Taliesin, guided by Barinte the peerless boatman (Vita Merlini Cale-
doniensis'). The French author of the novel of William of the Short
Nose) has his hero Renoard transported thither by the fairies, with
the Breton heroes.
One of the Armorican lays of Mary of France also transports
thither the squireen Lanval. It is also there, one cannot doubt it,
that the foster-brother and his betrothed alight: but no soul, it was
said, could be admitted there before having received the funeral
rites; it remained wandering on the opposite bank until the moment
when the priest collected its bones and sang its funeral hymn. This
opinion is as alive to-day in Lower Brittany as in the Middle Ages;
and we have seen celebrated there the same funeral ceremonies as
those of olden times.
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FRANÇOIS VILLON
(1431–146-? )
W
-
((
SHEN Wordsworth wrote in “The Leech-Gatherer' of mighty
poets in their misery dead,” he was thinking more of Mar
lowe and Burns and Chatterton than of Villon, if indeed the
name ever caught his attention in his visits to the French capital.
The French themselves at that time attached little importance to
it; and were far from suspecting that the title “Father of French
Poetry” would ever be taken from the courtly Ronsard himself
hardly yet seen in his true significance — and bestowed upon Fran-
çois Villon, Student, Poet, and House-
breaker,” as Mr. Stevenson candidly calls
him.
Now, even London has its Villon Soci.
ety, which in 1874 printed the first edition
of Mr. John Payne's English version of Vil.
lon's poems.
The revised and definitive
edition, with its fascinating introduction,
biographically and critically exhaustive, ap-
peared in 1892, — the same year that saw
the publication of M. Longnon's complete
edition based on the earliest known texts
and various manuscripts. Happily the Eng-
FRANÇOIS VILLON lish translation did not follow this edition
too soon to be brought into accordance with
it wherever it was not in error: Payne profited by the labors of
scholars who began their researches before and after the significant
spark struck in 1887 by M. Gaston Paris in his brief article, Une Ques-
tion Biographique sur Villon. ' This article - by one who, according
to M. Longnon, knows and appreciates Villon's verse better than any
one else — led to the discovery of several documents in the national
archives, consisting mainly of judicial processes against Villon and
his boon companions. It remained for M. Marcel Schwob to bring to
light the picturesque document of the Pet-au-déable (Devil's Stone), on
which the poet founded a romance he seems never to have published,
though it figures among the bequests of his (Greater Testament):-

-
«I do bequeath my library:
The Devil's Crake) Romaunt, whilere


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By Messire Guy de Tabarie –
A right trustworthy man — writ fair.
Beneath a bench it lies somewhere,
In quires. Though crudely it be writ,
The matter's so beyond compare
That it redeems the style of it. ”
(.
ma librairie,
Et le Rommant du Pet au Déable,
Lequel Maistre Guy Tabarie
Grossa, qui est homs veritable.
Par cayers est soubz une table.
Combien qu'il soit rudement fait,
La matiere est si tres notable,
Qu'elle amende tout le mesfait. )
It is interesting to note the likeness to English in the nebulous
French of a people whose national existence had not yet become
wholly uncontested. So librairie means the poet's own books — not the
place where he bought them; and in more than one passage he calls
himself le poure (not le pauvre) Villon.
The Pet-au-déable was a huge monolith attached to a tavern on
the right bank of the Seine, and serving partly as a boundary-stone,
to mark the limits of the property. A gang of students belonging
to the university, who had been going from bad to worse, had been
further demoralized in 1453 by contentions between the city author-
ities and the rector of the Sorbonné,— the latter going so far as to
close the university for a period of six months in the middle of the
term. Not content with stealing the meat-hooks from the market of
Saint Geneviève, a prank the butchers, when questioned, were dis-
posed to forgive, declaring that they and the students were very well
together; not content with stealing twenty-five hens from the Abbey
of Saint-Germain-des-Prés, nor even with robbing a passing wagon
of its cargo of choice wine,— the ring contrived with much mock
ceremony to remove the formidable Devil's Stone, tugging it over
the river, and setting it up on the hillside behind the Place Maubert;
whence to this day the worst riots of the Latin Quarter take their
rise. In vain did the authorities transport the stone to the Palais
Royal: the students recaptured and returned it to the chosen site.
Another great stone with which the mistress of the hotel had sup-
plied the place of the Pet-au-déable was likewise wrenched away
and set up on the hillside. That done, passers-by - above all, the
king's officers — were compelled to take an oath to respect the privi-
leges of the Pet-au-déable and its companion: the latter wore every
Sunday a fresh garland of rosemary; and on moonlight nights a
merry band, with the love-locks and short cloaks that have never
ceased to be characteristic of the pays tin, danced around the object
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of their whimsical devotion. A few steps from the sinister spot,
where continued orgies gave rise to repeated brawlings, on a strip of
turf hard by Houdon's statue of Voltaire, stands the childish figure
of François Montcorbier, alias François Villon, alias François des
Loges, alias Michel Mouton, who was twenty years old when the
theft he endeavored to celebrate “in double quires "— and in which
he evidently took a lively interest, if not a leading part - was per-
petrated.
Just who Villon's parents were, and just where he was born,
despite the persistency with which he called himself Parisian, - is
so uncertain that his own suggestion,-
« Comme extraict que ie suis de fée,
»
which Mr.