London, great cargoes being still brought from Holland to supply the eel-pie bakers of the great metropolis.
Any person requiring more detailed information than we have already given should read Coste’s “Voyage d’Exploration sur la littoral de la France et de l’Italie,” from which we have gleaned many of the preceding facts.
THE MORNING BEFORE THE
MASSACRE OF ST. BARTHOLOMEW.
AUGUST, 1572.
The fickle sunshine (in and out)
Went running up and down the terrace,
Glooming, brightening, dozing, wakening,
O’er the stately roofs of Paris;
Shining, fading in the gardens,
With a wanton, sportive malice,
Silver arrows, fountain-shot,
Rose around the lordly palace.
The dogs were basking in the courts,
The peacocks in the shine were sunning;
Pages, with parti-colour’d ball,
Were down the long green alleys running;
The lady, at her tapestry,
From the great oriel window caroll’d;
The noble at the wide porch stood,
In black and crimson proud apparel’d.
