She scanned the sea. On waves of balm
A white sail of rare glow
Came rounding to the harbor's calm
With fullest promise--lo!
Bleak winds arise, as false she cries,
"_A black sail entereth_ slow."

Too weak to battle with his grief,
Sir Tristram breathed a sigh--
"Alack, that Isoude's sweet relief
Should fail me where I lie:
Sith not for me her face to see,
Is but to droop and die."

Black sails are hoisted now in truth!
They wing two forms to rest:
For Cornwall's queen a-cold, in ruth,
Fell prone on Tristram's breast;
And Cornwall's knight for kinsman's right
Of shrine had made request.

A letter lay upon the bier,
And this the word it bare:
"O love is sweet, O love is dear,
And followeth everywhere
Whoso has drained the chalice stained
With its red wine and rare.

"O love is dear, O love is sweet,
And yet, of faith's decree
Would Honor quench beneath stern feet
Love's bloom if that need be.
O King, one wills. But Love distils
His philters fatefully!"

Then did the King in penitence
Weep dole for these two dead.
Some slight remorse had pricked his sense
That he through wile had wed
His best knight's love; alas, to prove
Such end, so ill bestead!

In royal crypt he bade the twain
Be laid; and there a vine,
O'er which the murderous scythe was vain,
Sprang up the graves to twine,
Defying death with its green breath:
True plant of seed divine!

MARY B. DODGE.

MISS MISANTHROPE.

BY JUSTIN MCCARTHY.

CHAPTER I.

MISS MISANTHROPE.

The little town of Dukes-Keeton, in one of the more northern of the
midland counties, had in its older days two great claims to
consideration. One was a park, the other a sweetmeat. The noble family
whose name had passed through many generations of residence at the place
had always left their great park so freely open to every one, that it
came to be like the common property of the public, and the town had
grown into fame by the manufacture of the sweetmeat which bore its name
almost everywhere in the track of the meteor-flag of England. But as
time went on other places took to manufacturing the sweetmeat so much
better, and selling it so much more successfully than "Keeton," as the
town was commonly called, could do, that "Keeton" i