Loud peeled the exulting symphonies; loud sang the chosen
minstrelsey--and as the gorgeous sunbeams rushed in a flood of tinted
lustre through the rich many-colored panes of the tall windows,
glancing on soft voluptuous forms and eyes that might outdazzle their
own radiance, arrayed in all the pomp and pride of that magnificent and
stately period--a more resplendent scene could scarcely be imagined.
That was a day of rich and graceful costumes, when men and warriors
thought it no shame to be adorned in silks and velvets, with chains of
goldsmith’s work about their necks, and jewels in their ears, and on
their hatbands, buttons, and buckles, and swordhilts; and if such were
the sumptuous attire of the sterner and more solid sex, what must have
been the ornature of the court ladies, under the gentle sway of such a
being as Diane de Poictiers, the lovely mistress of the monarch, and
arbitress of the soft follies of the court?
The palace halls were decked with every fanciful variety, some in the
pomp of blazoned tapestries, with banners rustling from the cornices
above the jocund dancers, some filled with fresh green branches,
wrought into silver arbors, sweet garlands perfuming the air, and the
light half excluded or tempered into a mild and emerald radiance by the
dense foliage of the rare exotics. Pages and ushers tripped it to and
fro, clad in the royal liveries, embroidered with the cognizance of
Henry, the fuigist salamander, bearing the choicest wines, the rarest
cates, in every interval of the surrounding dance. It would be tedious
to dwell longer on the scene; to multiply more instances of the strange
mixture, which might be witnessed everywhere, of artificial luxury
with semibarbarous rudeness--to specify the graces of the company,
the beauty of the demoiselles and dames, the stately bearing of the
warrior nobles, as they swept back and forth in the quaint mazes of
some antiquated measure, were a task to be undertaken only by some
old chronicler, with style as curious and as quaint as the manners he
portrays in living colors. Enough for us to catch a fleeting glimpse of
the grand pageantry! to sketch with a dashy pencil the groups which he
would designate with absolute and accurate minuteness!
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