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covered as much of her person as she could, without sa voice as soft and low as if he stood by the death-bed striking singularity. She dressed herself now in her of a friend. Eglantine regarded him with a look of inusual manner; a robe of dazzlingly white silk-a expressible anguish. “O, yes-no-no;” and yet said wreath of pearl in her light brown locks-among so she at last, in painful confusion, “Have you seen the many richly decorated ladies, gave her the appearance Marquis ?” she uttered at last, scarce audibly. “I have of a spring snow-drop, that had sprung up accidentally spoken to him. He asked after your health,” answered in a tulip.bed, and whose modest charms no one re- La Borssiere, with downcast look. marked. Her whole lovely appearance was so little “When was that? He has then seen me and dazzling, that at a small distance she might easily have known me,” said Eglantine with painful quickness been overlooked, and only when near her could her in “Yesterday," was the answer. “He asked after you describable loveliness gain the heart. Even Vanambon before we reached Namur; but he has not honored me appeared to feel this to-day: he sat immediately oppo. with any message for you.” Eglantine staggered. site to her at church; his eyes sometimes glanced in the Again she felt the tiger fungs pressing her heart todirection in which she sat; but though no envious gether, robbing her of life and breath. La Borssiere mask interposed to conceal her features, he appeared as saw her paleness. He begged her to permit him to little mindful of her presence as he had done the even- lead her out of the circle to a window, where she might ing before. “Still, still he knows me not!” sighed the breathe a moment unperceived. “Standing in the opfond girl; “ah! what does it avail me to be near him, pressive air, surrounded by such a crowd, visibly afif he cannot participate in my joy?” With child-like fects you; you grow paler erery minute. Permic simplicity she ventured 10 call, in the distress of her me, O, permit me to lead you to a seat at some disheart, on the Holy Virgin to turn the eyes of her be- tance." loved upon her. Again she reproached herself as a “Yes, lead me-lead me where I can hide myself sinner for preferring this prayer-for venturing to cher from every one-from myself," the almost fainting Eg. ish such earthly feelings in so holy a place; and endea- lantine replied in a low voice. “Yet no, no,” said she vored to think the inattention of her lover a proof of suddenly, and hastily collecting herself; “My mother his pious feelings. But even upon quitting church, watches us. I cannot go-I will stay—it is passing off, Vanambon took no more notice of her than he had done the giddiness that came over me. I thank you for your before, although she passed immediately by him. They care, good La Borssiere,” she added, as if dismissing met again in the eating-hall, but Vanambon did not him. He remained no longer with her; but staid near turn his eyes towards her. At dinner the queen eat to be always ready for her service. With an effort of with Don John at a separate table, where King Philip's resolution that one could scarcely have believed so proud brother was served by Spanish grandees on their young a girl capable of, Eglantine still remained with knees. The rest of the lords and ladies were placed the company. Indeed, she did noť venture to dance, at a large table at a respectful distance, at which, ac- but she heard every thing that was said to her politely; cording to the Spanish custom, the ladies sat on one answered and even constrained herself to smile. Many side and the gentlemen on the other. Vanambon sat of the company she had known before at Arras. They obliquely opposite to Eglantine, too distant to speak, had been brought to Namur by a desire to see the yet near enough to see her distinctly. In vain did she queen. They greeted Eglantine as an old acquaintance, raise her eyes to catch his glance. She still, indeed, and expressed their pleasure to meet her again. The sought to persuade herself that he had not seen her; cordiality that these strangers showed towards her, but she was much distressed, and it was extremely dif- made her feel as if she were ready to dic, and could ficult to observe an appearance of composure until the die gladly, particularly as Vanambon greeted her at a table was removed.
distance with a cold, distant bow, without once seeking, A ball, which continued until some time in the night, like the others, to approach her. Yet still she remained began immediately after dinner. The queen opened it calmly here; only once a reproachful glance of her tearwith her distinguished host with a grave Spanish dance, ful eye, which she quickly again withdrew, answered then very fashionable. One might have thought this his salutation. At length the ball was ended, and the dance invented for her, to show in the brightest light company began to withdraw. Madame Von Tournon the lofty majesty of her form and the peculiar grace of seized this moment to say a few passing words to her her movements. Smiling like the Goddess of Love, daughter. “I am, on the whole, very well contented she first advanced a few steps towards the hand of her with you, though it must be acknowledged you have to partner; the most graceful expression of pleasure beam- thank the Marquis Von Vanambon for having made ed from her transcendantly beautiful face; then sud- your part wonderfully easy. Is this the ardent lover denly she turned coldly and proudly away, and danced who was ready to die for you? Will you now begin alonema Juno in form and expression. The various lo believe me, when I assure you, that all these wonderevolutions again brought this rare lady near her pari- ful emotions, on which you lay so much stress, at ner, who, young, handsome, and in his rich Spanish length terminate in farce ?" dress, seemed not unworthy of the honor. The circle “Mother, mother,” said Eglantine, with an expres. of spectators pressed closer and closer together; all eyes sion of the deepest despair. hung with rapture on the beautiful couple, as La Bors. “Hush, hush; no scene I beg, replied Madame Von siere used this opportunity, unperceived, to approach Eg. Tournon ; only do not think I was sincere; do not belantine, whom he had appeared to avoid, ever since lieve that I do not understand very well, that this stuDon John had come from Namur to meet them. “Have died reserve on his part is nothing but a mask to lead you no orders for me, Mademoiselle? Have you no- the penetrating mother to err. Under my eyes be acts thing to entrust to your true scrvant ?” asked he, with coldness to deceive me; but the Marquis will learn in
time that I always know the under side of the cards, who could not find seats in the pleasure-boat of the let him play as finely as he will."
queen; numberless spectators shouted along the shore, Youth, love, unsuspecting innocence! what cannot and every thing breathed pleasure and enjoyment. The you believe! The words of Madame Von Tournon, gentle gale played in the colored streamers and the snow as harsh as they were, gave Eglantine the only comfort white sails—the stream reflected faithfully the deep of which she was susceptible at that moment, and she blue arch of heaven, and the small waves gilded with would have thanked her for them on her knees if she sunshine played round the sailors, as if they were dehad dared. “Yes, it must be so—my mother is right!" sirous to see those they bore gaily dancing along the Eglantine, in her innocence, reproached herself for hav. stream. Dinner was prepared on the island in a large ing never thought of this only possible excuse for her hall formed of ivy, and in small bowers around, the band lover. She thought over every hour of the past day. of music for the table was disposed. Fresh crowns of She could not deny that there had been a single mo- flowers adorned the rich carpet, and all the luxury of ment when they were not exposed to observation, for that expensive age; throughout all, you saw the effort they were every where surrounded by cold and strange to unite kingly pomp with refined rural pleasures. glances. In the loneliness of her chamber, Eglantine After dinner the company dispersed in groups, in the again drew forth her dear picture. “No, these noble shrubby walks and groves of the pleasure gardens, traits cannot be the mask of a faithless heart.” With which extended over the whole island, and the busy tears she complained to him of his strange conduct that servants labored meanwhile to convert the eating hall day. Far from the painful tumult of society, the longer into a ball room. she regarded the picture of Vanambon, the more dearly “Now, now," thought Eglantine, “this is the moment; it appeared to her; that she must thank his self-com- in this walk thickly arched over with leaves, where mand for having kept him at such a distance from her. scarcely a ray of the sun can penetrate, he will seek me Now, would it have been possible to have met her in and find me. This only opportunity which can never company after so long a separation, and have mastered return, he will not let pass by without making use of his feelings sufficiently to prevent their betraying him ? it, if—if he still loves me.” She had, indeed, remarked that day, as often as her Vanambon's conduct, the whole day, had been ex. glance had met that of her lover, he immediately cast actly similar to that of the day before, and although his eyes down, which was likewise a very laudable pre- Eglantine endeavored as much as she possibly could, caution on his part. Then his sending no message by to maintain the opinion she had persuaded herself into La Borssiere. How could he know whether the young yesterday, his present conduct made this extremely man, in his present situation, possessed his former at. difficult. He appeared to play the part of indifference tachment and fidelity? Truth and fidelity had taken quite too naturally; and painful doubts which she could too firm root in Eglantine's heart to be overthrown. scarcely suppress again arose. Sad and joyful, hoping Inconstancy and infidelity she knew only by name, as and fearing, Eglantine walked quite alone in the most of apparitions, the fables of which she had heard in remote walk of trees on the island. La Borssiere alone, her childhood. She had never been able to believe in grave and absorbed in thought, followed her steps, and these. If in the darkness of the night a horror came sought at a distance to keep her in sight. Eglantine over her, this horror vanished again as soon as the sun strove to walk as far from the rest of the company as appeared in the heavens.
possible, to give her lover an opportunity for an interJust so it was with these suspicions; Vanambon and view; at each rush of the leaves she started back in his love were the sun of her life. Madame Von Tour-joyful fear, but always in vain. She walked on, her non, without knowing it or wishing it, had dispelled heart growing heavier and heavier, and her eye sadder these shadows of the night which had darkened her and sadder. Suddenly, Vanambon's form appeared soul for a moment; her spirit again recovered life and close beside her through the partition of trees; he was warmth, and the religious girl sank before the little entirely alone, only a thin hedge divided her from him. altar in thankful prayer; warm tears streamed down A joyful exclamation escaped from her lips; she called her cheeks almost like tears of joy, though her old grief his name, yet he turned away suddenly, and with hasty was still not entirely banished from her heart. Like steps went down the walk. She could not conceal from one suddenly saved from great peril, in an unexpected herself that he had seen her and known her, and her manner, her invigorated spirit could yet scarcely under heart was chilled with the icy cold of hopelessness. stand the truth, or believe that all which had oppressed The sun sank in the river-the heavens and the water it was passed away, and that there was nothing more appeared like a bright ocean of fire, and the company to fear. The queen could not refuse the earnest peti- again sought the pleasure-boat to sail up the long stream tion of Don John to pass another day at Namur. This to the city. All were gayer and more cheerful after began like the foregoing, with a solemn church service, the pleasures of the day; Eglantine alone sat still as a after which the princely host prepared a feast, which marble statue, and only the reflection of the colors of was to be different from that of the preceding day, for evening lent to her deathly pale countenance an apwhich the gayest preparations were made. A splendid pearance of life; no tones of the joyful stirs around yacht lay on the shore of the Meuse, which was to her rested on her ear. Her deep anguish seemed to carry the queen and the company to an island which freeze up all feeling; even the consciousness of the lay in the middle of the river. A crowd of pretty gon- cause of her suffering vanished from her mind; only dolas, ornamented with green leaves, fluttering ribbons an unspeakable grief remained, which coming from her and crowns of flowers, swam round the larger boat; heart diffused itself all over her frame in icy shiverings. from some you heard wind instruments playing in the The boat drew to the shore; she got out mechanically; gayest manner; others took in part of the company she followed the queen mechanically, and went to her
apartment. All who looked on Eglantine, on the ap- | stood still looking at the boat, that now quick as an pointed morning of their departure from Namur, be- arrow sailed down the stream; he appeared not to notice lieved they saw her ghost, and shrunk back alarmed- Don Lewis's speech. “The cry was fearful,” said he so deadly pale were the immovable features of her face-to himself; "it was a more terrible tone than any I have so tottering her step-so like an apparition her whole ever heard, and the voice-but no, it could not be that appearance. The form that was once so attractive had sweet touching voice-it is entirely impossible. Yet assumed an unspeakably strange and terrible appear- look, Don Lewis, look, how all on the front deck are in ance; even Madame Von Tournon herself frightened at commotion towards something—they all gather towards her appearance, felt solicitude for her daughter, but one point; the ladies, look even the queen; I know her she was withheld by her principles from expressing it, by her orange colored dress and lofty plumes. Look, or inquiring kindly after her health. During queen look! for God's sake-the throng grows greater and Margaret's stay at Namur, she was so constantly greater at every moment.” “I see only that the queen surrounded, so employed, that she had not troubled must sometimes go below, as she would not perform herself much about Eglantine. She thought of her the whole voyage on the front deck. The cabin steps kindly sometimes, but supposed she was happy with are a good deal smaller than the leading stairs in a her lover, and thought it was doing enough to employ palace; of course the descent is a little narrow, and the vigilant Madame Von Tournon so closely, as not the procession seen from afar appears somewhat tuto leave her a moment to watch or interrupt the lovers. multuous. That is the whole misfortune," answered In the great hall where all collected, a little before their Gonzaga. “You may be right. I see now myself; setting out, Eglantine's altered appearance struck the the ladies step down; the fore deck is entirely emply; queen, but she ascribed it only to the pain of separa- but it was strange and fearful.” Gonzaga laughing, tion from her lover, and thought of it with no anxiety. called his friend a dreamer, and rode away with the She beckoned kindly to Eglantine to approach her, others. Vanambon remained alone on the shore, his and she who now came and went silently just as she eyes rivetted on the vessel that now swiftly moved was told, immediately obeyed the summons. “Be not along, until the course of the river entirely hid it from so childish, my dear!" she whispered graciously, and his eyes. stroked with caressing hand the icy-cold pale cheek of None have ever succeeded in penetrating the hidden the young lady. “We shall remain the first day in the depths of the heart, or in resolving how it can be that neiglaborhood. Your friend has not indeed spoken yet the most contradictory feelings can exist at the same of your affairs of the heart, because he has not had any time in the same bosom. Many assert that love borfavorable opportunity-yet be of good courage, and ders on hatred-on cruelty even. Gentle dispositions trust to my royal word. Your happiness shall be can scarcely believe this, yet the observation of what firmly established before we return again to France. passes around us, compels us sometimes to this convicNow, droop not your little head again, and let me see tion—and alas! the history of Mademoiselle Von Touryou smile as formerly.” Eglantine endeavored to obey, non was one of those which confirm this assertion. but her attempt to smile gave her the appearance of Vanambon had indeed loved Eglantine, and still loved weeping, although no more tears moistened her dry, her even when he had caused her to suffer by the most immovable eyes. At this moment the doors flew open, ingenious cruelty ; for it was not his indifference that and Don John and his most distinguished courtiers en was the enemy that poisoned the springs of her life, tered, to conduct the queen to the same pleasure-boat, but unmeasured vanity which formed the leading ftain which they had made their pleasant excursion to ture of his character. This operated very powerfully the island the day before, for he had determined that at the beginning of his passion, for Vanambon in the the queen should sail to L-, which was only a few consciousness of his own accomplishments, did not perhours distance from Spa. Don John did not leave the ceive the unpretending modesty of his beloved. Eglanqueen until all were on board; he then went again to tine's situation at Arras, where her sister was honored land. The queen, meanwhile, remained standing with as a princess, was a very distinguished one, and raised her ladies on the fore deck-Don John and his followers her far above her equals. Wherever she appeared she stood on the shore. Farewell greetings were exchang. was acknowledged as the first; all strove to please her ing every where—white handkerchiefs waved in all wherever she went, and the consciousness of having hands, while the gaily dressed crew pushed off the boat gained the love of so distinguished a being must cerfrom land.
tainly enrapture the proud heart of Vanambon and Vananibon stood with several other lords on the shore, secure his constancy to Eglantine. The opposition of and regarded the sailing boat with a peculiarly grave his relations increased the love into glowing emotion, look. “What was that?” he exclaimed, visibly fright- which was at first probably only the first awakening ened precisely at the moment of departure, to Don Lewis of a heart ardent by nature and hitherto vegetating in Von Gonzaga, who stood beside him. “Did you not the bonds of a monastic life, and this effect was much hear that fearful, prolonged cry, such as none but the heightened by the manner of the opposition-which most terrible pain could express ?"
greatly offended his pride. Don Lewis smiled. “You always hear wonderful A wish to be united to his beloved was joined in his things,” said he; "what great thing would it be, if mind with the inclination to release himself from bonds some lady, imagining the perils of her voyage, should he hated. The conduct of his brother made his guarwish to honor them a little; or if a waiting maid, in dianship insupportable, as he wished to extend it far walking backwards and forwards, should have lost her beyond its natural limits; and thus Vanambon had to equilibrium. Women always must shriek at every cir- struggle alike for his freedom and his love, and he cumstance, as I think you ought to know.” Vanambon scarcely then knew for which he struggled most ar
dently. In Namur, at the court of a proud, talented | which even the noblest are not secure from being seized prince, fond of pomp and pleasure, Vanambon's views with once in their lives. Vanambon began to find a of life and pretensions were much enlarged; he here sort of silent enjoyment in seeing the sufferings of a first learned the power over his heart with which Na loving and still loved being, and the fiend of vanity, ture had gifted him. Beauty is in itself a public letter alas! was sufficiently powerful in him to prolong this of recommendation to the world, which is acknowledged fiendish moment to hours and days. The deep, warm fron the throne to the peasant's hut, and to those who love of Eglantine, which her whole appearance showed like Vanambon unite to this, mental accomplishments too plainly, impelled him strongly towards her, but the which so much seduce the heart, no goal is too high consciousness that he could change this boundless grief for their ambition to aim at. All doors and hearts to boundless joy, as soon as he pleased, kept him at a were opened to the fortunate Vanambon. Don John distance from her. Often during the course of this and loaded him with marks of his favor, and among the the following day, he had determined to put an end to Spanish ladies who were attracted there by the splen- this cruel sport, which gave him a strange and painful dor of Don John's court, the fairest among the fair pleasure, but a demon always whispered to him that it spread their nets for him. All spared him the trouble would be time enough to renounce his power. The of making the first advances; some showed open signs greater, the longer the pain, the more delightful will of admiration for him, but none gained his heart as he be the joy, thought Vanambon. still remembered Eglantine. Though her image could When Eglantine was walking along the shady walk not indeed be quite effaced by these things, yet Vanam- in the island, in anxious disquiet on his account, and bon now began to find her unbounded love entirely called upon his name, Vanambon's better genius connatural, and the still veneration bordering on gratitude quered the phantom which had so long misled him; he of first love, vanished gradually before the pride of his had determined to pass the trees which divided them, own advantages, of which he was less conscious in when he perceived La Borssiere, who unperceived by Arras; but this feeling was now so strongly excited as Eglantine, had followed her steps. Only a few hours to incline him to overvalue very much his own quali. before this, Vanambon had affected the most entire forfications. Vanambon had learnt that he should meet getfulness of his early attachment to his former confiEglantine in the train of queen Margaret, and hastened dant, and it was impossible before such a witness to from Namur to meet her, his heart palpitating with joy. return as a penitent. Vanambon turned and fled, lest He recognized her, although the mask concealed her his heart should not permit him to tear himself away; face, and waited only for a favorable moment to accost and with him fled the moment which could never return, her; but while he hesitated, the queen took off her which we should always improve better, if we recolmask to answer Don John's salutation in the most lected how the use of it is often connected with the wel. gracious manner, perhaps also to enjoy the impression fare of a whole life, and indeed with life itself. Calami. which her beauty made on all who beheld it for the lies slowly gathering, may fall swift as the lightnings first time. Vanambon was one of these; and the far- divide the clouds, on the devoted head, yet the moment famed beauty of Margaret of Valois never enjoyed a before belongs to him on whom they descend, and promore splendid triumph than at this moment. Rivetted, perly used might perhaps avert the stroke. dazzled, scarcely conscious, Vanambon stood before an When Vanambon saw Eglantine step on board the appearance such as the brightest forms of his imagi- vessel that was again to carry her from him, he felt nation had never equalled. All that he had formerly himself seized too late with painful repentance. He loved and admired grew pale before this dazzling sun. sought, indeed, to allay his awakened disquietude, by His heart was therefore cold to those charms he had the reflection that it was still in his power to go to once loved, yet he was not so vain a fool as not to feel L— as soon as he pleased; but he was not able to the barrier between them; he felt only the purest ad conquer the uneasiness that secretly tormented him. miration, such a feeling as the most perfect work of art The thought that Eglantine, incensed at his last conmay excite, but still it was entirely impossible, at this duct, would turn inexorably from him, did not enter his moment, to find room in his heart for another feeling. mind, although he could not help acknowledging that Eglantine's modest grace was thrown in the deepest he must have offended her grievously. In spite of his shade; she appeared by her mistress to sink into the penitent feelings, he was too much convinced of the most perfect insignificance, and his proud vain mind strength of the impression he had made on her tenrefused at this moment to acknowledge her peculiar der heart to fear any thing. “No!” said he triumphclaims on him. Eglantine's appearance the next day antly to himself; “love like her's overcomes every at church was still less calculated to satisfy his vanity. thing; she reckons not, she judges not; she sees her The mild splendor of her soul-beaming eyes, the touch-lover—not his offence. Forza d'amore non resguarde al ing grace of her slender form, were lost at this distance, delilto.” Yet the vessel never entirely disappeared and the artificial charms, the gaily colored dresses of from before his eyes; swift as an arrow, sailing down the richly ornamented ladies who were ranged around, the stream, it always appeared before him, widening all eclipsed the youthful, simply dressed Eglantine. the chasm between himself and his beloved. Yet the At the court, during the dinner, Vanambon's eyes and thought that he should never see her again, seized on heart were brought nearer to Eglantine. The short his mind with a sorrow that he could not shake off; he commotion which the queen's appearance had excited seemed haunted by Eglantine's pale trembling form, was over, and his early love began again to revive just as he had seen her step in the vessel. He always powerfully in his heart, as he read Eglantine's fond heard her call his name for the last time in the island, disquiet at his behavior in her eyes. Yet now a fiend and the wild heart-rending cry he heard at the moment ish moment came over him, if it may be called so, from l of departure, mingled itself in a horrible manner with
the sweet touching tones of her voice, although he way for himself; in the next moment he found himself could find no similarity between them. His excited in the midst of a long row of priests and choir boys, fancy ceased not to haunt him with terrible images, who, clothed in mourning.crape, stood directly before the more painful from their indistinctness; he found no a coffin. Four young men of noble and distinguished rest either by day or night, and his desire to see Eglan- appearance carried the bier, on which there laid a snow. tine was more painful, as he was haunted by a tor- white linen cloth, spread all over the coffin; a whole menting conscience. With difficulty he bore these suf-spring of odoriferous flower-wreaths adorned it on every ferings for two days; on the third he could stand it no side, and above the lid there lay a bridal crown, woven longer, but, by his earnest entreaties, prevailed on Don of white roses and lilies. John to permit him to go to L. He was likewise “ Whose is it? whose is it?" asked Vanambon, with honored with a commission to Queen Margaret, which wild tone and countenance. furnished a pretext for the visit. The next hour Va. "We bury Mademoiselle Von Tournon," answered nambon was on his horse, and hastened restlessly to the the foremost of the bearers, in a slow, solemn tone, goal, where anxiety, love and repentance urged him."and of a broken heart," he added, with a penetrating The impossibility seemed plainer every moment of look, which Vanambon recognized. living henceforth without Eglantine; and all his thoughts The bearer was La Borssiere. As if struck by lightand plans were bent to form a scheme to root out ning, Vanambon fell fronı his horse ; one of the bythe old grudge from Madame Von Tournon's mind, standers took him up, and carried him lifeless to a neighand incline her to grant her daughter's hand to his boring house. prayers. In dusky distance the numerous old steeples The innocent, the pure one was no more! The lovely of L- arose before him. It was a bright, serene bud of the growing flower had fallen beneath the mermid-day; the sun stood high in the heavens, and the ciless sport of cruelty, and neither tears or repentance gilded crosses and banners on the tin roofs of the churches could again recall her to life. Eglantine carried death and cloisters, glittered in the sun-shine like so many in her poor, hopeless heart, as she stepped in the vesstars, towards him who was filled with misgivings. sel ; but struggling once with his cold hand, she turned The solemn, lengthened sound of many bells was her sad eyes to the shore, where Vanambon, apparently borne through the air from the city towards him; without sympathy, regarded her departure, and laid all announced to him the nearness of the wished-for down at length the burthen she had so long borne. goal; and his ardent impatience continually increased, All the sufferings of her heart, all the woes of her though a strange painful horror stole over him.
short and innocent life, called out loudly to heaven and His way led him by a cathedral; as he approached, earth, for the first and last time, in one loud, long, he was enclosed by an unusual crowd of people, who sounding tone of anguish, and she then sank motionless advanced rapidly towards him. Out of all the houses on the floor. Her hand lay convulsively pressed to her and all the adjacent streets a crowd of people swarmed heart, whose last pulsation destroyed with her life the around; the great bell sounded with more solemn tone image which so long had reposed on her innocent breast from the lofty steeple, occasioning a trembling vibra- as in a sanctuary. The Queen's physician labored in tion in the air around; the music of the choir, at a dis- vain the whole day to recall life. At length when all tance, mingled with the tolling of the bell. Vanambon hope was relinquished, the faithful La Borssiere underfelt stunned and constrained by all this; he thought he took to carry the beautiful casket of the unfettered spihad fallen in with a procession, which is annually so- rit to — where the Queen soon followed him. No lemnized by numbers in this pious city, and he sought feast employed Margaret, but the sorrowful preparain vain an outlet from the increasing throng. At length tions for the solemn burial of a lovely being. Margahe saw raised above a thousand heads a small flag, ret placed the virgin wreath of myrtle on the brow of adorned with holy pictures, moving towards him, and the dead with her own hand. he was now certain that he had not been wrong in his “Fair white lily!-lovely, gentle girl, the world, with conjecture. A large crown of flowers, that probably its sin and sorrow, lies far beneath thee now," said she, adorned the canopy which surrounded the image of some weeping. “Ah! who ever slept like thee, free from all saint, moved between the banners, and the hymn of the sin !--free from those spots which are so hard to oblitepriests and the boys of the choir sounded more dis-rate in our course through life," the Queen added tinctly, and the solemn vibrations of the bell sounded gently, sighing from her very heart, and turned away louder and louder. Seized by a peculiarly distressing with warm, streaming tears, to lock herself up alone. feeling, Vanambon in vain sought some outlet ; the Vanambon lay for many days in a state of deathlike crowd grew thicker every moment, and he saw himself stupor. At length he awakened as from a deep sleep, compelled to stop at the portal of the church for an and first with astonishment beheld himself in a plain, instant.
unadorned apartment, in the house of a common citi“What saint do you celebrate to-day ?" asked Va- zen, where he had found refuge without knowing it; nambon, half sadly, to a citizen who stood near him, but soon recollection and consciousness returned. With
“It is not a celebration of any of the saints, my terror he saw on his bed a form, that watched him with lord,” he replied; “it is a funeral.”
a grave and fearful look. The red beams of the setting Vanambon at these words felt himself seized by inde- sun fell through the painted window.glass, and singuscribable anguish. He saw and heard nothing more ; larly lighted up the dark hair, the pale motionless feahe stuck his spurs deep in his horse's side, while those tures that stood before him. The oblique direction of who stood nearest to him fled screaming up the steps that the reflection of the colored rays of light, gave him the led to the church, before the wild bounds of the irritated appearance of unnatural size and height. Vanambon animal. In one moment Vanambon had cleared the trembled; he thought he saw the destroying angel