and Shetland, free, quit, and without hindrance to the crown of Denmark and Norway; as they have been already some time heretofore. Moreover, in order that his Majesty and the members of his council may be the better assured of the truth of the above (as mentioned in the statement made by me for my defence, and briefly comprehended also in this,) I entreat his Majesty to be pleased to cause the letters of cession of the said islands of Örkney and Shetland to be prepared, with such rigid conditions as to his said Majesty and the councillors of the kingdom of Denmark may appear most binding and secure. And I in good faith promise that the said letters shall be sealed by the Queen, myself, and the council of the kingdom of Scotland, and signed by each of us with his own hand. Whereupon I beseech his said Majesty to vouchsafe to me an answer, that I may be enabled to acquit myself of the promise made by me to the Queen of Scotland, and the council of her kingdom, at their own earnest request; and also that they may know what they may venture to hope for, in this their extreme trouble and necessity." At Malmoe, the 13th of January, 1568.* * Attestations of the authenticity of the above copy. "I received this instruction (the above memorial) at the castle of Malmoe, the 13th day of January, in the year 1568, from James Bothwel, Earl of Bothwel, Duke of the Orkney isles, husband of the Queen of Scotland, &c. and delivered it at Helsingburg to Mr. Peter Oxe, present Mr. Johan Friz, Chancellor, the 16th of January, whereupon I received from themselves the answer thereto at the Castle of Copenhagen, the 21st of the said month."t During the illness, and by the command of M. de Leopold, Secretary of State, Private Secretary to his Majesty the King of Sweden and Norway, one of the eighteen members of the Swedish Academy, Commander of the order of the Polar Star, Conservator and Director-general of the library and collection of manuscripts of the royal castle of Drottningholm, I the undersigned do certify that the copy herewith is conformable to the manuscript reserved in the said library. Stockholm, 19th June, 1824. JOHN AUG. HASSELSTROM, I the undersigned public and sworn notary, resident at Stockholm, do certify that before me, and in the presence of the undersigned witnesses, Mr. John Aug. Hasselstrom, Sub-librarian to the library of the royal castle of Drottningholm, signed with his own hand the above attestation. In witness whereof I have signed the present certificate, and affixed my seal of office. Done at Stockholm, this 28th June, 1824. Witnesses, G. Backman, Officer in the Swedish Service. F. L. Hogman. GME, GOTTH. Gelinek, This last declaration is by Mons. de DANTZAY, the French Ambassador mentioned in page 521. VALENTINE.-CANTO III. O who can wonder, that hath felt the power The young and old-the hermit from his bower- As one who stumbles upon hidden wealth, The maid's large eye of blue, while standing near, To where he sat, she sat, and did appear To self possession-half unconsciously He stretched his hand, and touched his sunny brow, Played with a straggling lock, as if to try Whether like mortal locks those bright curls flow; And this he did so hesitatingly As if 'twere worship paid to nought below, But a religious rite, and that in nature Nought perishable could bear so bright a feature. Then pleased to find materiality Alike his own, he first resolved to speak: His eyes had spoken long-none else were by And calling up his courage manfully, He asked, with blush and many a halt and break, "If spirits of the sun were all as they, Lovely, and gifted, with such witchery? "And what the spells of power which they possessed? You should have had a cloveu foot or claw, She seeing it, smiled sweetly in his face, To take or not-it was a delicate limb- That scarcely ruffled o'er the tide of pleasure- Of Nature's prompting-how should he know why! She teaches not as we have learned to read, Nor as we manners learn from company; 'Twas of those acts, she kindly, when there 's need, Puts us upon in the emergency, And makes us her dictation straight obey, As birds steer through the heavens-instinctively. With strange emotion; he could scarce suspect Enough, with present knowledge, to correct O Nature, that hath made us what we are, Now tripping on toward that pleasant seat, Like rosy morn came down the sister maid: Her black hair danced around her brow, each plait Her eyes gave light around her, and innate With health her cheek-but dark as when skies fade On summer eves and blush into the night, Mellow, voluptuous, soft, a luxury to sight. A Raphael's soul with heavenly beauty warm, Dreamed of in sinless climes that know no storm; Her full round bosom panting from her race, She quickly reached a welcome resting place, And flung down, like Pomona, her ripe fruit, His appetite from her delicious fare- To banquet with a keen and quenchless zest On beauty, and no other want he knew His eyes fed ravenous but to feed anew. Then might be told (though words could tell but faint) How blush succeeded blush, and thought on thought Crowded upon him, ignorant what meant The joy of his young love by art untaught— If love be not a term too strong to paint The impress, much like the first woman brought To Adam's bosom, when he woke and found He was no more lone tenant of the ground. He got more bold, though with simplicity The bold coarse worldling to the sex pursue ; Fearful to give offence; and to them grew Though loth to quit a subject such as this. Of nature's excellence-a dear allusion! They love to dwell in purer scenes, I wis, Then, as with friend, who in the dust abides, And the sun sank in heaven, for eve was nigh, To seek his home-he nought had felt before His steps lagged heavily along his track, His mind was wildered, and his head a maze; Safe to his home with burthened heart and frame. By fear or shame, or unknown cause withheld; To see the fair-mysteriously impelled. Again he went, it boots not to enquire How oft, or tell the converse that they held, Clear showed he was oppressed by pain or care- Dearer than his own life, the which he prized He drew the mystery from him, nor advised Yet 'twas but following nature-his son's love All self he thought upon his child alone; Of his lone dwelling hid with kind design :"Go forth, my son," he said, "thou wilt not brook Thy sire's lone life now, he must thee resignGo forth into the world, and happier be Than he who gives thee thus to destiny. "Beauty and woman were thy father's bane, As they have been to worthier men than he; Beauty and women may be a rich gain (As they to myriads have) even to theeThe father's ill may, turned to good, remain For thee his son-yes, Valentine, for thee! Farewell! go live with men, and be as they, To me they're of the past eternity. "And thou wilt find the world is green and young, Profuse in promises, in prospects gay, As though amid its scenes no scorpions stung, Yet, go-my prayers shall follow thee, and tell |