154 OUR ISLAND STORY i Here the fairies were well pleased with the wild thyme and the violets, and the grateful perfume of all, with the aroma of almost primal woods: "With shifting points of view and ample space, With cloistered avenues and sheltered shades, Not yet infested by the human race But lying in the bosom of the woods, And full, alike, of fields and solitudes,— Which, when our pilgrims saw with wild delight They cried "Eureka" we have found it now! 'Here are new meads, new brooks of light,— 'A home as fair as our old haunts, we trow. 'And as in Indian tongue it is expressed, 'Here, Ala-ba-ma, we set up our rest." Concerning "The Triumph of Constancy" an appreciative critic has stated that "in management and general style" it re¬ minded him of Tennyson's Idyls of the King. It is a gorgeously coloured, passionately romantic story of chivalry, with white magic and fair women; and it is related in a manner that is at once antique and poetic. In one of the scenes the Knightly hero of the piece is portrayed as having thought: "This is some salvage court And this small perfect beauty is their queen For never in a palace of the earth Nor e'en in fairy court of Florizel Were seen such maids of honor, or as fair, And of all types of loveliness, yet clad In scanty web of thinnest gossamer That showed their round limbs as they moved along. These did obesiance to their lovely queen, Of stature less than buxom, and her robes Like theirs' transparent, shimmering all with gems, And on her head a crown of seven stars; Her women, circling, led her to her bower And set her on a mossy rustic throne;