claimed; and flinging himself on his knees beside her, he buried his face on her hand, and wept in agony.

Nearly an hour passed ere Marie could rally from the agitation of Arthur's unexpected presence sufficiently to speak. She lay with her hand clasped in his, and his arm around her— realizing, indeed, to the full the soothing consolation of his presence, but utterly powerless to speak that for which she had so longed to see him once again. The extent of her weakness had been unknown till that moment either to her uncle or herself, and Julien watched over her in terror lest the indefinable change which in that hour of stillness was perceptibly stealing over her features should be indeed the dim shadow of death. To Arthur speech was equally impossible, save in the scarcely articulate expressions of love and veneration which he lavished on her. What he had hoped in thus seeking her he could not himself have defined. His whole soul was absorbed in the wild wish to see her again, and the thought of death for her had never entered his heart. The shock, then, had been terrible, and to realize the infinite mercy which thus bade sorrow cease, was in such a moment impossible. He could but gaze and clasp her closer and closer yet, as if even death should be averted by his love.

"How can I gaze on thee, and not believe it?" he replied. "The loudest thunders of the church, could not shake my trust in the purity of heaven, which is thine."

"Because thou lovest, Arthur. Thy love for Marie is stronger than thy hatred of her race; and, oh! if thou lovest thus, I know thou hast forgiven."

"Forgiven?" he passionately reiterated.

"Yes, dearest Arthur, Is the past indeed so obliterated that the wrong I did thee is forgotten even as forgiven? But, oh, Arthur! it was not so unjustifiable as it seemed then. I dared not breathe the truth in Isabella's court. I dare not whisper it now save to thee, who would die rather than reveal it. Arthur, dearest Arthur, it was no Christian whom I wedded. We had been betrothed from early childhood, though I knew it not; and when the time came, I could not draw down on me a father's curse, or dash with agony a heart that so cherished, so loved me, by revelation of a truth which could avail me nothing, and would bring him but misery. Ferdinand was my cousin-a child of Israel, as myself."

"Now heaven bless thee for those words, my own, true, precious Marie!" exclaimed Stanley, in strong emotion, and clasping her still closet, be pressed his quivering lips to her forehead, starting in agony as he marked the cold, damp dews which had gathered upon it, too truly the index of departing life. He besought her to speak no more-the exertion was exhausting her; she smiled faintly, drank of the reviving draught which Julien proffered, and lay for a few minutes calm and still.

"Uncle Julien," she murmured, as she faintly extended her hand towards him, "thou wilt not refuse to clasp hands with one who has so loved thy Marie! And thou, Arthur, oh! scorn him not. Without him the invisible dungeons of the Inquisition would have been my grave, and thine that of a dishonoured knight and suspected" murderer."

"I am better now," she said, after an interval. It was only the excitement of speaking that truth, which I have so long desired to revealThe eyes of her companions met, and their to clear my memory from the caprice and incon hands were grasped in that firm pressure, betray-stancy with which even thy love must have ing unity of feeling, and reciprocal esteem, which need no words.

"Raise me a little, dearest Arthur; uncle Julien, put back that spreading bough. I would say something more, and the fresher air may give me strength. Ah! the evening breeze is so fresh and sweet; it always makes me feel as if the spirits of those we loved were hovering near us. We hold much closer and dearer communion, with the beloved dead in the calm twilight than in the garish day. Arthur, dearest, thou wilt think of me sometimes in an hour like

this."

"When shall I not think of thee?" he passionately rejoined. "Oh, Marie, Marie! I thought separation on earth the worst agony that could befall me; but what-what is it compared to the eternal one of death?"

"No, no, not eternal, Arthur. In heaven I feel there is no distinction of creed or faith; we shall all love God and one another there, and earth's fearful distinctions can never come between us. I know such is not the creed of thy people, nor of some of mine; but when thou standest on the verge of eternity, as I do now, thou wilt feel this

too."

charged me; and now, Arthur, promise me that thou wilt not mourn me too long; that thou wilt strive to conquer the morbid misery, which I know, if encouraged, will cloud thy whole life, and unfit thee for the glorious career which must otherwise be thine. Do not forget me wholly, love, but deem it not a duty to my memory never to love again. Arthur, dearest, thou canst bestow happiness on another, and one of thine own faith even such happiness as to have been thy wife would have given me. Do not reject the calm rest and peacefulness, which such love will bring to thee, though now thou feelest as if the very thought were loathing. She will speak to thee of me; for Jewess as she knew me, she has loved and tended me in suffering, and so wept my banishment, that my frozen tears had well nigh flowed in seeing hers. Seek her in Isabella's court, and try to love her, Arthur-if at first merely for my sake, it will soon, soon be for her own."

Impressively and pleadingly, these words fell on Arthur's aching heart, even at that moment when he felt to comply with them, was and must ever be impossible. When time had done its work, and softened individual agony, they re

turned again and yet again; and at each return- | world's blessing? Oh! they have never loved ing, seemed less painful to obey.

"And Isabella, my kind, loving, generous mistress," she continued, after a very long pause, and her voice was so faint, as scarcely to make distinguishable the words, save for the still lingering sweetness, and clearness of her articulation-"Oh! what can I say to her? Arthur, dearest Arthur, thou must repay the debt of gratitude I owe her. Her creed condemns, but her heart loves me—aye, still, still! And better, (though she cannot think so) than had I for earthly joy turned traitor to my God. Oh, tell her how with my last breath I loved and blessed her, Arthur; tell her we shall meet again, where Jew and Gentile worship the same God! Oh that I could but have provedproved How suddenly it has grown dark! Uncle Julien, is it not time for the evening prayer?"

who thus believe. Love is the voice of God. Love is the rule of Heaven! As one grain to the uncounted sands, as one drop to the unfathomed depths-is the love of earth to that of heaven; but when the mortal shrine is shivered, the minute particle will re-unite itself with its kindred essence, to exist unshadowed and for ever!

CONCLUSION.

"Why then a final note prolong,
Or lengthen out a closing song,
Unless to bid the gentles speed
Who long have listened to my rede ?"
SIR WALTER SCOTT.

And her lips moved in the wordless utterance of the prayer for which she had asked, forgetting it had some time before been said; and then The fickle sun of "merrie England" shone her head sunk lower and lower on Arthur's forth in unusual splendour; and, as if resolved bosom, and there was no sound. Twilight lin- to bless the august ceremony on which it gazed, gered, as loth to disappear, then deepened into permitted not a cloud to shadow the lustrous night, and the silver lamps within the tents beams, which darted their floods of light brighter and more brightly illumined the gloom; through the gorgeous casements of Westminster but Arthur moved not, suppressing even his Abbey, in whose sacred precincts was then breath, lest he should disturb that deep and celebrating the bridal of the young heir of Engstill repose. It was more than an hour ere land, with a fair and gentle daughter of Spain. Julien Morales could realize the truth, and then It was a scene to interest the coldest heart-not he gently endeavoured to unclasp Arthur's for the state and splendour of the accoutrements, almost convulsive hold, and with kindly force to nor the high rank of the parties principally conlead him from the couch. The light of the lamp cerned, nor for the many renowned characters of fell full upon that sweet, sweet face; and, oh! church, state, and chivalry there assembled ; it never had it seemed so lovely. The awful still-was the extreme youth and touching expression, ness of sculptured repose was indeed there; the impressed on the features, of both bride and breath of life and its disturbing emotions had bridegroom. passed away, and nought but the shrine remained. But like marble sculptured by God's hand, that sweet face gleamed-seeming, in its perfect tracery, its heavenly repose, to whisper even to the waves of agony, "Be still-my spirit is with God!"

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Julien Morales and Arthur Stanley—the aged and the young-the Jewish recluse and Christian Warrior-knelt side by side on the cold earth, which concealed the remains of one to inexpressibly dear. The moonlit shrubs and spangled heaven alone beheld their mutual sorrow, and the pale moon waned, and the stars gleamed paler and paler in the first grey of dawn ere that vigil was concluded. And then both arose and advanced to the barrier wall; the spring answered to the touch, and the concealed door flew back. The young Christian turned, and was folded to the heart of the Jew. The blessing of the Hebrew was breathed in the ear of the Englishman, and Stanley disappeared.

Oh love! thou fairest, brightest, most imperishable type of heaven! what to thee are earth's distinctions? Alone in thy pure essence thou standest, and every mere earthly feeling crouches at thy feet.

And art thou but this

Neither Arthur, Prince of Wales, nor Catherine, Infanta of Arragon, had yet numbered eighteen years, the first fresh season of joyous life; but on neither countenance could be traced the hilarity and thoughtlessness, natural to their age. The fair, transparent brow of the young Prince, under which the blue veins could be clearly seen, till lost beneath the rich chesnut curls, that parted on his brow, fell loosely on either shoulder: the large and deep blue eye, which was ever half concealed, beneath the long, dark lash, as if some untold languor caused the eyelid to droop so heavily; the delicate pink of his downless cheek, the brilliant hue on his lips, even his peculiar smile, all seemed to whisper the coming ill, that one so dear to Englishmen would not linger with them to fulfil the sweet promise of his youth.

Beauty is, perhaps, too strong a word to apply to the youthful bride. It was the pensive sadness of her mild and pleasing features that so attracted -natural enough to her position in a strange land and the thoughts of early severance from a mother she idolized, but recalled some twenty years afterwards as the dim shadow of the sorrowing future, glooming through the gay promise of the present. And there, too, was Prince Henry,

then only in his twelfth year, bearing in his, with such consideration and kindness by Ferflashing eye and constantly varying expression of brow and mouth, true index of those passions which were one day to shake Europe to the centre; and presenting in his whole appearance a striking contrast to his brother, and drawing around him, even while yet so young, the hottest and wildest spirits of his father's court, who, while they loved the person, scorned the gentle amusements of the Prince of Wales.

Henry the Seventh and his hapless consort, Elizabeth of York, were, of course, present-the one rejoicing in the conclusion of a marriage for which he had been in treaty the last seven years, and which was at last purchased at the cost of innocent blood; the other beholding only her precious son, whose gentle and peculiarly domestic virtues, were her sweetest solace for conjugal neglect and ill-concealed dislike.

dinand and Isabella, that he has lived there ever since, honoured and treated in all things as a child of the soil. On my arrival, I was struck by his extraordinary courage and rash disregard of danger, and gladly hailed in him a country. man. I learned afterwards that this reckless bravery, had been incited by a wish for death, and that events had occurred in his previous life, which would supply matter for many a minstrel tale."

"Let us hear it, let us hear it!" interrupted many eager voices, but Lord Scales laughingly shook his head.

"Excuse me, my young friends: at present I have neither time nor inclination for a long story. Enough that he loved, and loved unhap pily; not from its being unreturned, but from a concatenation of circumstances and sorrOWY which may not be detailed."

"But he is married; and he is as devoted to Donna Catherine as she is to him. I heard they were proverbial for their mutual affection and domestic happiness. How could he so have loved before?" demanded, somewhat sceptically, a very young man.

Amongst the many noble Spaniards forming the immediate attendants of the Infanta, had been one so different in aspect to his companions as to attract universal notice; and not a few of the senior noblemen of England had been observed to crowd round him whenever he appeared, and evince towards him the most marked and pleasurable cordiality. His thickly silvered hair "My good friend, when you get a little older. and somewhat furrowed brow bore the impress you will cease to marvel at such things, or of some five-and-fifty years; but a nearer exam-imagine, because a man has been very wretched, ination might have betrayed, that sorrow, more he is to be for ever. My friend once felt as than years, had aged him, and full six, or even you do (Lord Scales changed his tone to one ten years might very well be subtracted from of impressive seriousness); but he was wise the age which a first glance supposed him. Why enough to abide by the counsels of the be the fancy was taken that he was not a Spaniard loved one he had lost, struggle to shake off the could not have been very easily explained; for sluggish misery which was crushing him, cease his wife was the daughter of the famous Pedro to wish for death, and welcome life as a solemn Pas, whose beauty, wit, and high spirits were path of usefulness and good, still to be trodden. essentially Spanish, and was the Infanta's near- though its flowers might have faded. Gradually est and most favoured attendant; and he him- as he awoke to outward things, and sought the self was constantly near her person, and looked companionship of her whom his lost one had up to by the usually jealous Spaniards as even loved, he became sensible that, spiritless as he higher in rank and importance than many of had thought himself, he could yet, did he see themselves. How, then, could he be a foreigner? fit, win and rivet regard; and so he married, And marvel merged into the most tormenting loving less than he was loved, perchance at the curiosity when, on the bridal day of the Prince time, but scarcely so now. His marriage, and of Wales, though he still adhered to the imme- his present happiness, are far less mysterious diate train of the Princess, he appeared in the than his extraordinary interference in the event rich and full costume of an English Peer. The which followed the conquest of the Moors-l impatience of several young gallants could hardly mean the expulsion of the Jews." be restrained even during the ceremony; at the conclusion of which they tumultuously surrounded Lord Scales, declaring they would not let him go, till he had told them who and what was this mysterious friend. Lord Scales had headed a gallant band of English knights in the Moorish war, and was therefore supposed to know everything concerning Spain, and certainly of this Anglo-Spaniard, as ever since his arrival in England they had constantly been seen together. He smiled good-humouredly at their importunity, and replied-

"I am afraid my friend's history has nothing very marvellous or mysterious in it. His family were all staunch Lancastrians, and perished either on the field or scaffold; he escaped almost miraculously, and after a brief interval of rest less wandering, went to Spain and was treated

"By the way, what caused that remarkable Edict?" demanded one of the circle more inte rested in politics than in individuals. "It is a good thing indeed to rid a land of such vermin; but in Spain they had so much to do with the successful commerce of the country, that it ap pears as impolitic as unnecessary."

"Impolitic it was, so far as concerned the temporal interests of the kingdom; but the Sovereigns of Spain decided on it, from the religious light, in which it was placed before Isabella would never have consented to a decree, them by Torquemada. It is whispered that sentencing so many thousands of her innocent subjects to misery and expulsion, had not her Confessor worked on her conscience in an usual manner; alluding to some unprecedented favour shown to one of that hated race, occa