The Last Of The Barons, Volume 10.

rds in which the blossoms have ripened into laughing fruits; and

ished; and over the green pastures roved the gentle flocks. And the farm to which Hastings had led the wande

which almost approached to elegance. The fresh green rushes that strewed the floor were intermingled with dried wild thyme and other fragrant herbs. The bare walls were hung with serge of a bright and cheerful blue; a rich carpet de cuir covered the oak table, on which lay musical instruments, curiously

most abstracted reveries. She kissed his brow (he heeded her not), bounded with a light step over the sward of the orchard, and pausing by a wicket gate, listened with throbbing heart to the advancing sound of

t watched for

watcheth for thee alway. Oh, shall I thank or chide thee for so much care? Thou wi

h! Blessings on thy trust and sweet patience; may the day soon come when I may l

g eyes; but, after a pause, she added timidly, "Does the ki

whose spells and charms, and not to our good swords, she ascribes the marvellous flight of Warwick and the dispersion of our foes; and the friar, methinks, has fostered and yet feeds Edward's suspicions of thy harmless father. The king chides himself for having suffered poor Warner to depart unscathed, and even recalls the disastrous adventure of the mechanical, and swe

ent myself in thine absence! I see thee surrounded by the fairest and the loftiest, and say to myself,

ngs said

ll, trying to smile archly, but wit

rn manors. They say her lord is sorely ill; and the Lady Bonville is a devout hypocrite, and plays the tender wife. But

d pointing to Warner as they now drew near the hous

er?" asked the noble, ta

"bringest thou tidings of IT? Thy cheerful eye tells me that-no-no-thy f

another youth, wouldst thou cherish the same delusion, and g

the days and the nights when I felt only the hope and the glory and the joy! God is kinder to us all than man can know

by the rustic owners who supplied the homely service, to order the evening banquet,-the happy banquet; for hung

lly, as a bird freed from a golden cage, into the realms of heaven, he began now, with earnest and spiritual eloquence, to talk of the things and visions lately made familiar to his thoughts. Mounting from philosophy to religion, he indulged in his large ideas upon life and nature: of the stars that now came forth in heaven; of the laws that gave harmony to the universe; of the evidence of a God in the mechanism of creation; of the

ambition of the hour, had no answer when his heart asked, "What can courts and