. Tales of chivalry : or, Perils by flood and field ..... nsion toboot. Moreover, a solemn processionand thanksgiving were appointed, in gra-titude to the three holy corpses which hadrescued from such calamity the landaffording: them burial. ALEXANDER THE SIXTH. This pope, in passing through theRomagna with his hopeful Csesar Borgia,after a contested election for the pope-dom, in which at first he was unsuccess-ful, observing the inhabitants of somepetty town very busy in taking down thestatue of his unfortunate rival from apedestal, and placing it upon a gallows,which they had erected for the
. Tales of chivalry : or, Perils by flood and field ..... nsion toboot. Moreover, a solemn processionand thanksgiving were appointed, in gra-titude to the three holy corpses which hadrescued from such calamity the landaffording: them burial. ALEXANDER THE SIXTH. This pope, in passing through theRomagna with his hopeful Csesar Borgia,after a contested election for the pope-dom, in which at first he was unsuccess-ful, observing the inhabitants of somepetty town very busy in taking down thestatue of his unfortunate rival from apedestal, and placing it upon a gallows,which they had erected for the purposeon the spur of the occasion very near it,said very coolly to Coesar, ** Observe, myson, how short the distance is from astatue to a gibbet. Upon how slendera foundation, then, does that man build,whose foundation of fame or honour isthe breath of the rabble. HOPEFUL princes. Dean Swift once observed, ** that, con-sidering how many hopeful princes wehave had, it is astonishing that we havehad so few tolerable kinase PERILS BY FLOOD AND FIELD. 137. THE SPIRIT BRIDE. There again that beauteous figureflits before me : am I then in love witha being to whom I liave never spokeneven a passing word, whose name I knownot, or whether she be worthy of beingtreasured for an instant in my imagina-tion ? But then a form so lovely, a faceso fair, and eyes that sparkle with a lustresuch as womans never did before. I canscarce believe it is one of earths crea-tures : however, be it what it may, shouldwe again meet, I will boldly declare mypassion. She may disdain it, laugh atme, call me presumptuous; well, well,call me as she will, I shall have spoken toher. The quickly passing figure of an elegantbeing had drawn forth the above soliloquyfrom Albert Meenen, a young Hungarianby birth, and nearly related to some ofthe first families in Presburg. He hadoften in his ramblings met the object whohad gained such strong hold upon hisaffections, and fancied she did not alto-gether gaze upon him
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