him away, said, in an awful tone, "you are always here."—"Ah," cried Margaret, sorrowfully, who saw only cruelty to her in this maternal anxiety, "will you never let me see my dear lord, either in life or death?" and, on the king's leaving the room, fainted away: he was soon recalled, and Margaret restored to life. It was thus that this amiable monarch was beloved. But though, on the first view, we may blame his mother, let it be considered that her political abilities were of the first order; and that had the well-intentioned Margaret possessed an equal mind, she might more readily have yielded up her influence, to a vigilance, a sagacity, an interest like his own. But her life seems to have been wound up in the glory and happiness of her son; and, with religious fidelity, she not only taught him to fulfil his duties to his people, but seconded herself every view to that end, with indefatigable zeal and activity.
BLANCHEFLEUR, a Provençal Poetess, cotemporary of Laura de Sade.
BLAND, (ELIZABETH) learned in the Hebrew Languages, and particularly skilful in writing it,
Daughter and heiress of Mr. Fisher, of Long-acre, born about the time of the Restoration. She was married, April 1681, to Mr. Nathaniel Bland (then a linen-draper in London, afterwards lord of the manor of Beeston, in the parish of Leeds, Yorkshire, his paternal inheritance, where they resided many years); their chil-
