Author:  John Turvill Adams

Release Date:  June 23, 2005 [eBook #16114]

Language:  English

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THE KNIGHT OF THE GOLDEN MELICE

A Historical Romance

by

JOHN TURVILL ADAMS

The Author of “The Lost Hunter.”

New-York: 
Derby & Jackson, 119 Nassau-Street. 
Cincinnati:  W.H.  Derby & Co.

1857

“One ... calling himself ...  Knight of the Golden Melice.”

Winthrop’s History of New England.

Alles weiderholt sich nur im Leben;
Ewig jung ist nur die Fantasie: 
Was sich nie und nirgends hat begeben,
Das allein veraltet nie!

Shiller.

TO H.L.A.

To whom but to yourself; my H., should I dedicate this Romance, which may be said to be the fruit of our mutual studies?  With what delight I have watched the unfolding, like a beautiful flower, of your youthful mind, while instead of indulging in frivolous pursuits, so common to your age, you have applied yourself to the acquiring of useful knowledge as well as of elegant accomplishments, none but a parent can know.  Accept what I have written, my darling, as a tribute to a love which makes the happiness of my life.

J.T.A.

INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER.

  He cast, (of which we rather boast,)
  The Gospel’s pearl upon our coast,
  And in these rocks for us did frame
  A temple where to sound His name. 
  O let our voice His praise exalt
  Till it arrive at Heaven’s vault,
  Which there perhaps rebounding may
  Echo beyond the Mexic bay. 
  Thus sang they, in the English boat,
  A holy and a cheerful note,
  And all the way to guide their chime,
  With falling oars they kept the time.

  Andrew Marvell’s “Emigrants in the Bermudas."