ST. CATHERINE OF LEDBURY. WHEN human touch, as monkish books attest, Of her loved Mistress: soon the music died, The deep, deep joy of a confiding thought; Till she exchanged for heaven that happy ground. [Peter Henry Bruce, having given in his entertaining Memoirs the substance of the following Tale, affirms, that, besides the concurring reports of others, he had the story from the Lady's own mouth. The Lady Catherine, mentioned towards the close, was the famous Catherine, then bearing that name as the acknowledged Wife of Peter the Great.] THE RUSSIAN FUGITIVE. PART I. 1. ENOUGH of rose-bud lips, and eyes Of cheek that with carnation vies, Earth wants not beauty that may scorn Yea, to the stars, if they were born For seasons and for hours. 2. Through Moscow's gates, with gold unbarred, Stepped one at dead of night, Whom such high beauty could not guard From meditated blight; By stealth she passed, and fled as fast As doth the hunted fawn, Nor stopped, till in the dappling east 3. Seven days she lurked in brake and field, At length, in darkness travelling on, The haven of her hope she won, Her Foster-mother's hut. 4. "To put your love to dangerous proof I come," said she, "from far; She led her Lady to a seat Beside the glimmering fire, Bathed duteously her wayworn feet, |