"Above her lieth spread a tomb, Of gold and sapphires blue; The gold doth mark her blessedness, The sapphires mark her true; For blessedness and truth in her Were livelily portray'd, When gracious God with both his hands Her wondrous beauty made; She was, to speak without disguise, The fairest thing to mortal eyes. "No more, no more; my heart doth faint, When I the life recall Of her who lived so free from taint, So virtuous deemed by all; Who in herself was so complete, I think that she was ta'en By God to deck his Paradise, And with his saints to reign; For well she doth become the skies, Whom, while on earth, each one did prize, The fairest thing to mortal eyes!" The same delicate taste and sweet sensibility which are here apparent, break forth in another charming poem by Charles, composed while a prisoner in England, and descriptive of the same delightful season that surrounds us with light and harmony, while we write, "le premier printemps:" "The Time hath laid his mantle by Of wind, and rain, and icy chill, And dons a rich embroidery Of sunlight pour'd on lake and hill. "No beast or bird in earth or sky, Whose voice doth not with gladness thrill; For Time hath laid his mantle by Of wind, and rain, and icy dull. "River and fountain, brook and rill, Bespangled o'er with livery gay Of silver droplets, wind their way. All in their new apparel vie, For Time hath laid his mantle by." We have said little of Louis of Orleans, the unfaithful husband of Valentina. This young prince had many redeeming traits of character. He was generous, liberal, and gracious; adored by the French people; fondly loved, even by his neglected wife. His tragical death, assassinated in cold blood by his cousin, Jean-sans-peur of Burgundy, excited in his behalf universal pity. Let us review the causes which aroused the vindictive hostility of the Duke of Burgundy, only to be appeased by the death of his gay and unsuspicious kinsman. Among the vain follies of Louis of Orleans, his picture-gallery may be reckoned the most offensive. Here were suspended the portraits of his various mistresses; among others he had the audacity to place there the likeness of the Bavarian princess, wife of Jean-sans-peur. The resentment of the injured husband may readily be conceived. In addition to this very natural cause of dislike, these dukes had been rivals for that political power which the imbecility of Charles the Sixth placed within their grasp.