"Have these Romans no passion for shows?" asked Montreal; "if they could
be more easily amused they would be more easily governed."

"Oh, Rienzi, and such buffoons, amuse them. We do better,--we terrify!"
replied Stephen.

"What sings the troubadour, Lord Adrian?" said Montreal.

"'Smiles, false smiles, should form the school
For those who rise, and those who rule:
The brave they trick, and fair subdue,
Kings deceive, the States undo.
Smiles, false smiles!

"'Frowns, true frowns, ourselves betray,
The brave arouse, the fair dismay,
Sting the pride, which blood must heal,
Mix the bowl, and point the steel.
Frowns, true frowns!'

"The lay is of France, Signor; yet methinks it brings its wisdom from
Italy;--for the serpent smile is your countrymen's proper distinction,
and the frown ill becomes them."

"Sir Knight," replied Adrian, sharply, and incensed at the taunt, "you
Foreigners have taught us how to frown:--a virtue sometimes."

"But not wisdom, unless the hand could maintain what the brow menaced,"
returned Montreal, with haughtiness; for he had much of the Franc