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us take breath Twenty-one have been |
named. There is Astolpho's famous hip
pograph, horse one would like to board
for his use, for he lived on air; Reksh,
Rustram's charger; Veillantif, that bore
Roland on his back; hobbs, that Southey's
Doctor rode, and Orelia, that bore his
Roderick away from the triumph OF the |
Moors; Rugiera's Balisarda, Scarapant's
Frontaletto, the Scandinavian HrimfaM the
drops from whose bits are the rime
frosts; the kelpie or water-horse; Aquiline,
Raymond's steed, described in the Jerusa-
lem Delivered. HaiZum, the name given in
the Koran to the pale horse of our Revela-
ton; Arcon, that Neptune brought out of
the earth by a stroke of his trident the
horse of Escotillo 1.-THE Polish magician of
whom Don Quixote speaks) that turned into
COW when any other than his owner be-
strobe him-he was probably owned
by the keeper of livery stable;
Zebra, the feet mare of the Moor Muzar-
aque, of which Don Quixote also speaks;
Trebizond, the gray that the Admiral
Guarinos rode when, released from his seven
years Imprisonment, he struck Marlotes
down,-Lockhart spirited translation of
the Spanish ballad is tolerably familiar; the
"milk-white charger that in another trans
lation by Lockhart of another famous Span
ish legend, bears Melisendra away from the
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where the good knight Gayferos awaits her;
Morocco, the learned horse of Queen Eliza
beth's time that mounted the steeple of st.
Paul's; the brazen horse of ''Cambuscan
bold''; the ebay CurtaP' in "Alls Well that
Ends Welr'; Sir Andrew Aguecheek's steed
in the Twelfth Night; the, Wooden Horse
of Troy; the pegged horse of the Arabian
Nights; Clavileno, that the hero of La Man
cha was 1attered into mounting; Dapple, the
ass of his Squire; and Shebdis, the charger
of Khosru Parvis, the Persian hero these
make the tale. 1t is superfuous to tell "a
Constant Reader where to look for these
creations of fable. The names will suggest
to her the origin, and she will know where
to find it in classical story, in Northern ira
dition, in medieval legend, or in modern
travesty.
The diJecta fragmenta huddled into the
Drawer two weeks ago have not all been
identified. ga Constant Reader" to whom
Yorick is so greatly indebted, has told the
origin of many. Another correspondent,
''Sif' who writes some fattering things that
Yorick does not choose to publish, says
When Yorick says he firmly believes Brown
ing wrote a thing have sufficient confidence
to take down my Browning, which opens at
once at
ALI service ranks the same with God
If now as formerly he trod
Paradise, his presence fills
Our earth; each only as God wills
Can work-God's puppets, best and worst
Are we; there is no last nor first
One of the fragments, Gle drank by the
tale six pots of ale" &C., is, a gentleman
forms Yorick, from The Dragon of Wantley.
More of More-hall must have belonged to
'sclub." The entire stanza is this:
To see this fight, all people then
Got up on trees and houses,
On churches some and chimneys too
But these put on their trowses,
Not to spoil their hose. As soon as he rose
To make him strong and mighty,
He drank by the tale six pots of ale,
And quart OF aqua vitae.
This modest quencher" that More took
perhaps answered to the modern cocktail.
He was going out to kill the dragon, and
believed that great evils demand strong
measures. The stanzas Yorick thought might
be from Lever, are, another says, from Lev
er's novel, "Jack Hinton" Very likely
Yorick read the novel years ago and proba-
bly, remembered only the poorest things in
it. The lines about the Coliseum are to be
found in ''The Roman" written by Sidney
Dobell early in the fifties. He then anagra-
matically called himself ''Sidney Yendys."
1t is not long ago he died.
AS to the lyric champagne Rose ga
Constant Reader is probably right-as usual
There is a tradition that the lyric was COM
posed by Byron, Moore, and another-Lut-
trell, perhaps,-at a sitting one night,-a
symposium is the elegant name for it. The
only stanzas Yorick can remember are these:
Lily on liquid roses floating
So floats yon foam DER pink champagne
Fan would join such pleasant boating
And prove that ruby main,
Floating away on wine!
Those seas are dangerous, graybeards swear,
Whose sea-beach is the goblets brim;
And true it is they drown old Care,
But what care we for him,
So we but float on wine!
And true it is they cross in pain
Who sober cross the Stygian ferry;
But only make our Styx Champagne,
And we shall cross right merry
Floating away on wine
-Iser writes in regard to the entertaining
and bright letter on Southern "Tourna-
ments'' which appeared in the PRESS last
Tuesday:
was delighted with your fair correspondents
description of North Carolina tournament
last Tuesday, but feel moved to remark upon
some of her comments. Reserved seats were
always the correct thing at ancient tourna-
ments. Cedric the Saxon and Isaac of York
quarrelled about a reserved seat at Ashby
And the Archduke, at the Diamond in the
Desert, was indignant because Richards re-
served seat was higher than his, and refused to
occupy it. They are described at the tourna
ments held by King Arthur and Charemagne,
by the King of Aragon for Saintre, and by Sal
adm, and at the tournament fought by Don
Quixote in presence of the Duke. In the mat
ter of dress there was great latitude When
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Barcelona he wore crimson satin mantle and
doublet, all studded with hearts of ermine, ar
NOR on his thighs and feet, with steel gauntlets
and gay and iaunty cap of feathers on his
head. In regard to prizes, although the great
prize might be a crown of roses, like that at
Charlemagne's great tournament, in the InGna-
orato, yet on this very occasion Saintre won a
princely ruby which he had antea before the
fight, and courteously bestowed upon his an
tagonist in return a great and lustrous dia-
mond which he had won at tournament just
before he left France. User.
The Southern correspondent has forgot
ten that the deadheads always have reserved
seats.
-Aldrich has, in the June number of
The Atlantic Monthly, something to say of
Austin Dobson's poetry, and his comments
on that mans work are just and sympathet-
ic, and charmingly phrased. His text is the