hen mounted on his steed of worth, and made the leper mount.

V.
Behind him rode the leprous man; when to their hostelrie
They came, he made him eat with him at table cheerfully;
While all the rest from that poor guest with loathing shrunk away,
To his own bed the wretch he led, beside him there he lay.

VI.
All at the mid-hour of the night, while good Rodrigo slept,
A breath came from the leprous man, it through his shoulders crept;
Right through the body, at the breast, passed forth that breathing cold;
I wot he leaped up with a start, in terrors manifold.

VII.
He groped for him in the bed, but him he could not find,
Through the dark chamber groped he, with very anxious mind;
Loudly he lifted up his voice, with speed a lamp was brought,
Yet nowhere was the leper seen, though far and near they sought.

VIII.
He turned him to his chamber, God wot, perplexed sore
With that which had befallen--when lo! his face before,
There stood a man, all clothed in vesture shining white:
Thus said the vision, "Sleepest thou, or wakest thou, Sir Knight?"--

IX.
"I sleep not," quoth Rodrigo; "but tell me who art thou,
For, in the midst of darkness, much light is on thy brow?"--
"I am the holy Lazarus, I come to speak with thee;
I am the same poor leper thou savedst for charity.

X.
"Not vain the trial, nor in vain thy victory hath been;
God favours thee, for that my pain thou didst relieve yestreen.
There shall be honour with thee, in battle and in peace,
Success in all thy doings, and plentiful increase.

XI.
"Strong enemies shall not prevail, thy greatness to undo;
Thy name shall make men's cheeks full pale--Christians and Moslem too;
A death of honour shalt thou die, such grace to thee is given,
Thy soul shall part victoriously, and be received in heaven."--

XII.
When he these gracious words had said, the spirit vanished quite,
Rodrigo rose and knelt him down--he knelt till morning light;
Unto the Heavenly Father, and Mary Mother dear,
He made his prayer right humbly, till dawned the morning clear.

BAVIECA.

Montaigne, in his curious Essay, entitled "Des Destriers," says that all
the world knows everything about Bucephalus. The name of the favourite
charger of the Cid Ruy Diaz, is scarcely less celebrated. Notice is
taken of him in almost every one of the hundred ballads concerning the
history of his master,--and there are two or three of these, of which
the horse is more truly the hero