[21] The reader must observe that I use the word here in a limited sense, as meaning only the effect of careful education, good society, and refined habits of life, on average temper and character. Of deep and true gentlemanliness—based as it is on intense sensibility and sincerity, perfected by courage, and other qualities of race; as well as of that union of insensibility with cunning, which is the essence of vulgarity, I shall have to speak at length in another place. [22] Museum of Berlin. [23] Of 1,200 Swiss, who fought by that brookside, ten only returned. The battle checked the attack of the French, led by Louis XI. (then Dauphin) in 1444; and was the first of the great series of efforts and victories which were closed at Nancy by the death of Charles of Burgundy. [24] Pinacothek of Munich. A Changeling. A little changeling Spirit Crept to my arms one day. I had no heart or courage To drive the child away. So all day long I soothed her And hushed her on my breast; And all night long her wailing Would never let me rest. I dug a grave to hold her, A grave both dark and deep: I covered her with violets, And laid her there to sleep. I used to go and watch there, Both night and morning too; It was my tears, I fancy, That kept the violets blue. I took her up: and once more I felt the clinging hold, And heard the ceaseless wailing That wearied me of old. I wandered and I wandered With my burden on my breast, Till I saw a church door open, And entered in to rest. In the dim, dying daylight, Set in a flowery shrine, I saw the kings and shepherds Adore a Child divine. I knelt down there in silence; And on the Altar-stone I laid my wailing burden, And came away,—alone. And now that little Spirit That sobbed so all day long, Is grown a shining Angel, With wings both wide and strong. She watches me from heaven, With loving, tender care, And one day, she has promised That I shall find her there. A. A. P. Lovel the Widower. CHAPTER III. IN WHICH I PLAY THE SPY. [Illustration]