"In girlhood's triple glory, (For a higher third outflows Whenever Promise marries With Completion,) troubled those That saw, with trouble sweeter Than the sweetest of repose. "It, therefore, was the business Of his thoughts to try to trace The probable fulfilment Of her former soul and face,-- From buds deducing blossoms. For, although an easy space "Led from the farm of Hubert To where Mabel's castle stood, Closed in, a league on all sides. With wall'd parks and wealthy wood, No chance glimpse could be look'd for, So recluse her widowhood. "Hence seasons past, and Hubert Earn'd his bread, but leisure spent In loved dissatisfaction, Which he made his element Of choice, as much as, till then, He had sought it in content." If the verses above would have baffled the sagacity of the father of Italian literature, what would he have thought of the following, in which the interview between Sir Hubert and Mabel is described, when the lady comes to negotiate with him about the hawk? She accosts him, "Sir Hubert!" and then there is presented to our imaginations such a picture of female loveliness, as (thank Heaven!) can only be done justice to in the language which is employed for the occasion. "'Sir Hubert!'--and, that instant, _Mabel saw the fresh light flush Out of her rosy shoulders_, And perceived her sweet blood _hush About her_, till, all over, _There shone forth a sumptuous blush_-- "'Sir Hubert, I have sought you, Unattended, to request A boon--the first I ever Have entreated.' Then she press'd _Her small hand's weight of whiteness To her richly-sloping breast_."