in that bower, with a lute and a lap
dog, sighing for your return; then draw a soldier disguised as a
pilgrim, leaning on his staff, and his cowl thrown back; let that
pilgrim resemble thee, and then let the little dog bark, and I fainting,
and there's a subject for the pencil and pallet.

LENOX. Sing, dear Christine, while I finish the drawing--it may be the
last time I shall ever hear you.

CHRISTINE. Oh, do not say so, my gloomy cavalier; a soldier, and
despair?

THE KNIGHT ERRANT.

_Written by the late Queen of Holland._

It was Dunois, the young and brave, was bound to Palestine,
But first he made his orisons before St. Mary's shrine:
And grant, immortal Queen of Heav'n, was still the soldier's prayer,
That I may prove the bravest knight, and love the fairest fair.

His oath of honour on the shrine he grav'd it with his sword,
And follow'd to the Holy Land the banner of his Lord;
Where, faithful to his noble vow, his war-cry fill'd the air--
Be honour'd, aye, the bravest knight, beloved the fairest fair.

They ow'd the conquest to his arm, and then his liege lord said,
The heart that has for honour beat must be by bliss repaid:
My daughter Isabel and thou shall be a wedded pair,
For thou art bravest of the brave, she fairest of the fair.

And then they bound the holy knot before St. Mary's shrine,
Which makes a paradise on earth when hearts and hands combine;
And every lord and lady bright that was in chapel there,
Cry'd, Honour'd be the bravest knight, belov'd the fairest fair.

LENOX. There, 'tis finished--how do you like it?

CHRISTINE. Why, so, so--if you wish something to remind you of me, it
will do.

LENOX. No, not so; your image is too forcibly impressed here to need so
dull a monitor. But I ask it to reciprocate--wear this for my sake
[_Gives a miniature._], and think of him who, even in the battle's rage,
will not forget thee. [_Bugle sounds at a distance._] Hark! 'tis a bugle
of our army. [_Enter a SOLDIER, who delivers a letter to LENOX and
retires--LENOX opens and reads it._]

"The enemy, in force, has thrown up entrenchments near Chippewa; if your
wounds will permit, join your corps without delay--a battle is
unavoidable, and I wish you to share the glory of a victory. You have
been promoted as an aid to the general for your gallantry in the last
affair. It gives me pleasure to be the first who announces this gratef