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which had fallen after the battle of And must I answer for the fault done by Hastings, into the hands of this ba- fifty ?-False fiend, I defy thee! Depart, ron's father. Torquill and all his sons

and haunt my couch no more_let me die were slain, it appears, in defence of in peace if thou be mortal—if thou be a the castle; and the only one of the fa- demon, thy time is not yet come. mily that survived, was a beautiful

. In peacet hou shalt vor die,' redaughter of the Saxon lord, reserved peated the voice ; even in death shalt thou

think on thy murders on the groans which by the victor for the purposes of his this castle has echoed on the blood that is own violent and merciless gratifica- ingrained in its floors ! tions. Dark hints are dropt of yet * • Thou canst not shake me by thy petty darker deeds that have stained the castle malice,' answered Front-de-Bæuf with a while this unhappy woman has remain- ghastly and constrained laugh. • The infi. ed with its two successive masters- of del Jew-it was merit with heaven to deal murder and of worse than murder with him as I did, eke wherefore are men but they are only hints even in the canonized who dip their hands in the blood Romance. The Saxon harlot, how- have slain, they were the foes of my coun

of Saracens ?- The Saxon porkers, whom I ever, is now old and neglected, and she try, and of my lineage, and of my liege seizes the opportunity of this time of lord.-Ho! hó! thou see'st there is no creo terror, to avenge, by one terrible blow, vice in my coat of plate-Art thou fled ?-the whole of her life of injuries on the art thou silenced ?' head of the fierce and heartless tyrant, No, foul parricide !' replied the voice ; who has been guilty towards her of

* think of thy father ! -_think of his death! every thing that can make woman

- think of his banquet-room, flooded with hate man.

his gore, and by the hand of a son !!

• Ha!' answered the Baron, after a In his agony, the Baron has been long pause, and thou knowest that, thou crying alou, that he fain would pray art indeed the author of evil, and as ombut dare not.

niscient as the monks call thee !--That se“ • Lives Reginald Front-de-Bauf,' said cret I deemed locked in my own breast, and a broken and shrill voice close by his bed in that of one beside the temptress, the side, . to say there is that which he dares partaker of my guilt.-Go, leave me, fiend ! * not !

and seek the Saxon witch Ulrica, who alone "The evil conscience, and the shaken could tell thee what she and I alone witnessnerves of Front-de-Bæuf, heard, in this ed-Go, I say, to her, who washed the strange interruption to his soliloquy, the wounds, and straighted the corpse, and gave voice of one of those demons, who, as the to the slain man the outward show of one superstition of the times believed, beset the parted in time and in the course of nature beds of dying men, to distract their thoughts, Go to her she was my temptress, the foul and turn them from the meditations which provoker, the more foul rewarder of the concerned their eternal welfare. He shud- deed let her, as well as I, taste of the tordered, and drew himself together.; but, in- tures which anticipate hell! stantly summoning up his wonted resolution, " • She already tastes them,' said Ul.

o he exclaimed, • Who is there !-what art rica, stepping before the couch of Front-dethou, that darest to echo my words in a Bæuf ; she hath long drunken of this cup, tone like that of the night-raven ? - Come and its bitterness is sweetened to see that before my couch, that I may see thee.' thou dost partake it.-Grind not thy teeth,

“I am thine evil angel, Reginald Front-de-Bauf-roll not thine eyes_clench Front-de-Bæuf,' replied the voice.

not thy hand, nor shake it at me with that “Let me behold thee then in thy bodily gesture of menace ! The hand which, like shape, if thou be'est indeed a fiend,' replied that of thy renowned ancestor who gained the dying knight ; ' think not that I will thy name, could have broken with one stroke blench from thee !-By the eternal dun- the skull of a mountain-bull, is now ungeon, could I but grapple with these horrors nerved and powerless as mine own ?' that hover round me, as I have done with " · Vile murderous hag !' replied Frontmortal dangers, heaven nor hell should say de-Bæuf, detestable sereech-owl ! is it then that I shrunk from the conflict !'

thou who art come to exult over the ruins «« Think on thy sins, Reginald Front- thou hast assisted to lay low ?' de-Beut-on rebellion, on rapine, on mur- Ay, Reginald Front-de-Beuf,' an. der !--Who stirred up the licentious Johnswered she, it is Ulrica! it is the daugh. to war against his grey-headed father ter of the murdered Torquil Wolfganger ! against his generous brother?'

it is the sister of his slaughtered sons! it is " * • Be thou fiend, priest, or devil,' re- she who demands of thee, and of thy faplied Front-de-Bæuf, . thou liest in thy ther's house, father and kindred, name and throat !-Not I stirred John to rebellion fame-all that she has lost by the name of not I alone there were fifty knights and Front-de-Bæuf!- Think of my wrongs, barons, the flower of the midland coun- Front-de-Hauf, and answer me if I speak ites_better men never laid lance in rest not truth. Thou has been my evil angel, VOL. VI.

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and I will be thine-I will dog thee till the Ulrica, with frightful composure ; and a very instant of dissolution.'

signal shall soon wave to warn the besiegers "Detestable fury!' answered Pront-de- to press hard upon those who would extinBæuf, that moment shalt thou never wit- guish them.-Farewell, Front-de-Bæuf! ness-Ho! Giles, Clement, and Eustace! May Mista, Skogula, and Zernebock, gods Saint Maur and Stephen! seize this damned of the ancient Saxonsfiends, as the

priests witch, and hurl ver from the battlements now call them-supply the place of comheadlong—she has betrayed us to the Saxon. forters at your dying bed, which Ulrica now -Ho! Saint Maur! Clement ! false-heart- relinquishes ! —But know, if it will give thee ed knaves, where tarry ye?'

comfort to know it, that Ulrica is bound to “ • Call on them again, valiant Baron,' the same dark coast with thyself, the comsaid the hag, with a smile of grisly mockery panion of thy punishment as the companion

summon thy vássals around thee, doom of thy guilt.-And now, parricide, farewell them that loiter to the scourge and the dun- for ever !—May each stone of this vaulted geon-But know, mighty chief,' she con- roof find a tongue to echo that title into tinued, suddenly changing her tone, thou thine ear!' shalt have neither answer, nor aid, nor obedi. “ So saying, she left the apartment ; and ence at their hands. Listen to these horrid Front-de-Bauf could hear the crash of the sounds,' for the din of the recommenced ponderous key as she locked and doubleassault and defence now rung fearfully loud locked the door behind her, thus cutting off from the battlements of the castle ; . in that the most slender chance of escape. In the war-cry is the downfall of thy house - The extremity of agony he shouted upon his blood-cemented fabric of Front-de-Bauf's servants and allies-- Stephen and St Maur ! power totters to the foundation, and before Clement and Giles - burn here unaidthe foes he most despised !—The Saxon, ed !-To the rescue—to the rescue, brave Reginald !-the scorned Saxon assails thy Bois-Gilbert, valiant De Bracy--it is Front. walls !-Why liest thou here, like a worn. de-Bæuf who calls !—It is your master, ye out hind, when the Saxon storms thy place traitor squires !_Your ally-your brother of strength ?'

in arms, ye perjured and faithless knights ! “ Gods and fiends ! exclaimed the all the curses due to traitors upon your wounded knight; " ( for one moment's recreant heads, do you abandon me to perish strength, to drag myself to the melley, and thus miserably !—They hear me not they perish as becomes my name !

cannot hear me-my voice is lost in the din of " • Think not of it, valiant warrior !' re- battle. The smoke rolls thicker and thicker plied she; thou shalt die no soldier's death, the fire has caught upon the floor below but perish like the fox in his den, when the for one draught of the air of heaven, were peasants have set fire to the cover around it.' it to be purchased by instant annihilation !

" • Hateful hag! thou liest,' exclaimed And in the mad phrenzy of despair the Front-de-Bauf ; my followers bear them wretch now shouted with the shouts of the bravely-my walls are strong and high-my fighters, now muttered curses on himself, on comrades in arms fear not a whole host of mankind, and on Heaven itself. The red Saxons, were they headed by Hengist and fire flashes through the thick smoke !' he Horsa ! - The war-cry of the Templar and exclaimed ; ' The demon marches against of the Free Companions rises high over the me under the banner of his own elementconflict ! And by mine honour, when we Foul spirit, avoid ! I go not with thee kindle the blazing beacon, for joy of our without my comrades-_all, all are thine, defence, it shall consume thee, body and that garrison, these walls-Thinkest thou, bones ; and I shall live to hear thou art Front-de-Bæuf will be singled out to go gone from earthly fires to those of that hell, alone ?-Now the infidel Templar--the liwhich never sent forth an incarnate fiend centious De Bracy-Ulrica, the foul murmore utterly diabolical !

thering strumpet--the men who aided my “ • Hold thy belief,' replied Ulrica, 'till enterprizes the dog Saxons and accursed the proof reach thee-But, no !' she said, Jews, who are my prisoners-all, all shall interrupting herself, thou shalt know, even attend me-a goodly fellowship as ever took now, the doom, which all thy power, the downward road-Ha, ha, ha!' and he strength, and courage is unable to avoid, laughed in his frenzy till the vaulted root though it is prepared for thee by this feeble mng again. Who laughed there !' exhand.-Markest thou the smouldering and claimed Front-de-Bæuf, in altered mood, suffocating vapour which already eddies in for the noise of the conflict did not prevent sable folds through the chamber?-Didst the echoes of his own frenzied laughter from thou think it was but the darkening of thy returning upon his ear Who laughed bursting eyes—the difficulty of thy

cumber- there ? -Ulrica, was it thou?-Speak, witch, ed breathing ?-No! Front-de-Bæuf, there and I forgive thee-for, only thou or the is another cause--Rememberest thou the fiend of hell himself could have laughed at magazine of fuel that is stored beneath these such a moment. Avaunt-avaunt ! apartments ?'

“ But it were impious to trace 'any far" • Woman!' he exclaimed with fury, ther the picture of the blasphemer and par• thou hast not set fire to it ?-By heaven ricide's death-bed." thou hast, and the castle is in flames !' While such are the sufferings of

" . They are fast rising at least,' said Front-de-Bouf in the interior of the

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keep, Ulrica nas climbed to the battle- his designs when an unexpected inment, there, on its summit, to await, in strument of present protection from a wild triumphant bitterness of spirit, the guilty will of Bois-Guilbert is the issue of her deed. “ Her long raised up for her in the presence of the dishevelled

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hair flies back from grand-master of the Templars, Lucasher uncovered 'head, and the ine- de-Beaumanoir, who arrives from briating delight of gratified vengeance France to raise contributions for the contends in her eyes with the fire of war of Palestine, and to reform abuses insanity;" and she sings a northern among the degenerate and luxurious

hymn of death and slaughter, than brethren of his order. Beaumanoir ! which nothing in the whole relịcs of is a character drawn with great truth

Norse Minstrelsy is more terrifie. It and skill, and admirably contrasted is perhaps in this point of the author's with those among whom he is called representation, that the enmity be- upon to mingle-grave, severe, bigottween the Saxon and Norman race is ed, proud—but sincere, earnest, deset forth with the highest effect of vout, adhering in word and deed to tragical dignity. This is the last the old ascetic observances of the stanza of the hymn.

Temple, with a firm and sorrowful “ All must perish!

constancy, which produces a very paThe sword cleaveth the helmet;

thetic effect. We wish we durst The strong armour is pierced by the lance ; quote some of the descriptions of his Fire devoureth the dwelling of princes, person, or some

urt of his conversaEngines break down the fences of the battle. tions with his dissolute brethren; but All must perish!

this is impossible. The circumstances The race of Hengist is gone

of a young and beautiful female being The name of Horsa is no more ! Shrink not then from your doom, sons of lodged in a house of the order, by å the sword!

religious knight of such eminence as Let your blades drink blood like wine ;

Brian de Bois-Guilbert, appears to this Feast ye in the banquet of slaughter.

old man to be a scandal of the deepest By the light of the blazing halls !

dye—and the Templar is preserved Strong be your swords while your blood is froin instant punishment, only by the warm,

suggestion, easily listened to by his And spare neither for pity nor fear,

superstitious superior, that witchcraft For vengeance hath but an hour ;

had been exerted against his virtue as Strong hate itself shall expire ! I also must perish.

well as womanly beauty.' Rebecca, in The towering flames had now surmount. brief, is believed to be a sorceress, and ed every obstruction and rose to the even

the report of her medical skill adds ing skies one huge and burning beacon, much confirmation to the absurd beseen far and wide through the adjacent lief. She must be tried for her imacountry. Tower after tower crashed down, ginary, crime; and unless she can with blazing roof and rafter ; and the com- prove her innocence, she must die the batants were driven from the court-yard. death of the faggot, in presence of the The vanquished, of whom very few re- relentless Beaumanoir. While, howmained, scattered and escaped into the neighbouring wood. The victors, assem

ever, she is yet standing before this bling in large bands, gazed with wonder, merciless judge, a slip of paper is put not unmixed with fear, upon the flames, in into her hands—it comes from Boiswhich their own ranks and arms glanced Guilbert_and in obedience to its sugdusky red. The maniac figure of the Sax- gestion, the damsel demands leave to on Ulrica was for a long time visible on defend her innocence within three days the lofty stand she had chosen, tossing her by a champion. It had been the inarms abroad with wild exultation, as if she tention of Bois-Guilbert himself to apreigned empress of the conflagration which she had raised. At length, with a terrific pear in disguise, and act this part on crash, the whole turret gave way, and she the day of trial for Rebecca ; but this perished in the flames which had consumed plan is broken by the grand-master, her tyrant, An awful pause of horror si- who appoints Bois-Guilbert to be on lenced each murmur of the armed specta- that day the champion, not of Rebectors, who, for the space of several minutes, ca, but of the Temple--and the artstirred not a finger, save to sign the cross.' ful interference of some other brethren

But the interest of the tale, as we of the order prevents the fiery lover have said, is all with Rebecca. Her from being able to refuse this hateful fierce lover has lodged her safely in part. the Preceptory of Templestowe, and At night, nevertheless, when the looks forward to the near fulfilment of preceptory is still, the Templar gains

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access, through darkness and silence, the bonds of the Order of which he is a to the cell of Rebecca—and one of the sworn member, in order to gratify an unmost touching scenes in the romance ruly passion for the daughter of another is the interview which takes place be- people. Put not a price on my deliverance, tween them. Before he enters, the Sir Knight-sell not a deed of generosity voice of the damsel is heard singing, and not for a selfish advantage_Go to the

protect the oppressed for the sake of charity, in her solitude, a hymn of oriental throne of England, Richard will listen to sublimity, and full also of female gen- my appeal from these cruel men. tleness in which the dignity of her Never, Rebecca,' said the Templar, old and chosen race is loftily and fiercely: 'If I renounce my Order, for mournfully contrasted with the pre- thee alone will I renounce it-Ambition sent forlorn condition of her kindred shall remain mine, if thou refuse my love; and herself. The Templar bursts in I will not be fooled on all hands. - Stoop and throws himself at her feet-he is my crest to Richard ?-ask a boon of that willing, even now after all that has heart of pride ? —Never, Rebecca, will I passed, to sacrifice every thing for her place the Order of the Temple at his fee

in my person. I may forsake the Order, sake, so she but requite his love, I never will degrade or betray it.' and be willing to share the fate which " . Now God be gracious to me,' said he would wilfully render degraded.

Rebecca, for the succour of man is well “ • I weigh not these evils,' said Rebec. nigh hopeless ! ca, afraid to provoke the wild knight, yet

*• • It is indeed,' said the Templar; “ for equally determined neither to endure his proud as thou art, thou has in me found passion, nor even feign to endure it. • Be thy match. If I enter the lists with my a man, be a Christian ! If indeed thy faith spear in rest, think not any human consirecommends that mercy which rather your deration shall prevent my putting forth my tongues than your actions pretend, save me strength ; and think then upon thine own from this dreadful death, without seeking a fatemto die the dreadful death of the worst requital which would change thy magnani- of criminals—to be consumed upon a blazmity into base barter.'

ing pile-dispersed to the elements of which • • No, damsel !' said the proud Tem- our strange forms are so mysticaliy compoplar, springing up, thou shalt not thus sed—not a relique left of that graceful ímpose on me—if I renounce present fame frame, from which we could say this lived and future ambition, I renounce it for thy and moved !-- Rebecca, it is not in woman sake, and we will escape in company. Lis- to sustain this prospect--thou wilt yield to ten to me, Rebecca,' he said, again soften- my suit.'. ing his tone ; ` England, Europe,ếis not

" • Bois-Guilbert,' answered the Jewess, the world. There are spheres in which we

• thou knowest not the heart of woman, may act, ample enough even for my am- or hast only conversed with those who are bition. We will go to Palestine, where lost to her best feelings. I tell thee, proud Conrade, Marquis of Montserrat, is my Templar, that not in thy fiercest battles friend a friend free as myself from the do- hast thou displayed more of thy vaunted ting scruples which fetter our free-born rea- courage, than has been shown by woman son-rather with Saladin will we league when called upon to suffer by affection or ourselves, than endure the scorn of the bi. duty. I am myself a woman, tenderly nurgots whom we contemn-I will form new tured, naturally fearful of danger, and impaths to greatness,' he continued, again tra- patient of pain—yet, when we enter those versing the room with hasty strides— Euc fatal lists, thou to fight and I to suffer, I rope shall hear the loud step of him she has feel the strong assurance within me, that driven from her sons !-Not the millions my courage shall mount higher than thine. whom her crusaders send to slaughter, can

Farewell I waste no more words on thee; do so much to defend Palestine not the the time that remains on earth to the daughsabres of the thousands and ten thousands ter of Jacob must be otherwise spent-she of Saracens can hew their way so deep into

must seek the Comforter, who may hide that land for which nations are striving, as

his face from his people, but who ever the strength and policy of me and those opens his ear to the cry of those who seek brethren, who, in despite of yonder old bi. him in sincerity and in truth.' got, will adhere to me in good and evil. " • We part then thus,' said the Tem. Thou shalt be a queen, Rebeccamon Mount plar, after a short pause ; • would to HeaCarmel shall we pitch the throne which my ven that we had never met, or that thou valour will gain for you, and I will ex- hadst been noble in birth, and Christian in change my long desired batton for a sceptre.” faith!-Nay, by Heaven! when I gaze on

5. A dream,' said Rebecca ; ' an empty thee, and think when and how we are next vision of the night, which, were it a waking to meet, I could even wish myself one of reality, affects me not-enough that the thine own degraded nation ; my hand conpower which thou mightest acquire, I will versant with ingots and shekels, instead of never share; nor hold I so light of country spear and shield; my head bent down before er religious faith, as to esteem him who is each petty noble, and my look only terrible willing to barter these ties, and cast away to the shivering and bankrupt debtor this

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could I wish, Rebecca, to be near to thee in " " Yet,' said the Templar, I am, Rolife, and to escape the fearful share I must becca, as thou hast spoken me, untaught, have in thy death.'

untamed and proud, that, amidst a shoal of is • Thou has spoken the Jew,' said Re- empty fools and crafty bigots, I have retainbecca, as the persecution of such as thou ed the pre-eminent fortitude that places me art has made him. Heaven in ire has driven above them. I have been a child of battle, him from his country ; but industry has from my youth upward ; high in my views, opened to him the only road to power and steady and irflexible in pursuing them. to influence, which oppression has left un- Such must I remain-proud, inflexible, barred. Read the ancient history of the and unchanging; and of this the world people of God, and tell me, if those, by shall have proof. But thou forgivest me, whom Jehovah wrought such marvels among Rebecca ?' the nations, were then a people of misers As freely as ever victim forgave her and of usurers !–And know, proud knight, executioner.' we number names amongst us, to which " • Farewell, then,' said the Templar, your boasted northern nobility, is as the and left the apartment. gourd compared with the cedar-names that

The appointed day arrives, and no ascend far back to those high times, when the Divine Presence shook the mercy. seat beautiful Jewess. The lists are pre

succour has yet been heard of for the between the cherubim ; and which derive their splendour from no earthly prince, but pared for the combat, on whose issue from the awful voice, which bade their fa. her fate depends—but hour follows thers be nearest of the congregation to the hour in silence; and the immense vision-Such were the princes the house multitude assembled are at length conof Jacob.'

vinced that no Christian knight has “ * Rebecca's colour rose as she boasted deemed the quarrel of an unbelieving the ancient glories of her race, but faded as

maiden fit occasion for the exhibition she added, with a sigh, • Such were the of his valour. But Isaac, the old faprinces of Judah, now such no more !They are trampled down like the shorn

ther of Rebecca, has had intelligence grass, and mixed with the mire of the ways.

of his daughter's situation; and his Yet are there those among them who shame endeavours to secure her a champion not such high descent, and of such shall be the have not been unavailing. The shadaughter of Isaac the son of Adonikam !- dows are beginning to fall from west Farewell !-I envy not thy blood-won-ho- eastward, the signal that the time of nours I envy not thy barbarous descent tarrying was near its close. Rebecca, from northern heathensI envy thee not in this the hour of her extremity, thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth, but

folds her arms, and looking up tonever in thy heart nor in thy practice.' • There is a spell on me,

by Heaven !'

wards Heaven, seems to expect that said Bois-Guilbert. . I well "nigh think aid from above which she can scarce yon besotted skeleton spoke truth, and that promise herself from man.” Boisthe reluctance with which I part from thee, Guilbert approaches her, and whispers hath something in it more than is natural.- once more in her ear, that if she will Fair creature !' he said, approaching near spring on his courser behind him and her, but with great respect, so young, fly, all may yet be well; but the so beautiful, so fearless of death! and yet maiden turns her from the Tempter, doomed to die, and with infamy and agony. and prepares to die. At this moment Who would not weep for thee? The tear, the sound of a horn is heard-a knight that has been a stranger to these eye-lids rides full speed into the lists, and defor twenty years, moistens them as I gaze on thee. But it must be nothing may now

mands to combat on the side of the save thy life. Thou and I are but the blind Jewess. instruments of some irresistible fatality, that " · The stranger must first show,' said hurries us along, like goodly vessels driving Malvoisin, that he is good Knight, and of before the storm, which are dashed against honourable lineage. The Temple sendeth each other, and so perish. Forgive me, then, not forth her champions against nameless and let us part, at least, as friends part. I men.' have assailed thy resolution in vain, and “ • My name,' said the Knight, raising mine own is fixed as the adamantine decrees his helmet, • is better known, my lineage of fate."

more pure, Malvoisin, than thine own. I " • Thus,' said Rebecca, do men throw am Wilfrid of Ivanhoe.' on fate the issue of their own wild passions. “ I will not fight with thee,' said the But I do forgive thee, Bois-Guilbert, though Templar, in a changed and hollow voice. the author of my early death. There are • Get thy wounds healed, purvey thee a noble things which cross over thy powerful better horse, and it may be I will hold it mind; but it is the garden of the sluggard, worth my while to scourge out of thee this and the weeds have rushed up, and con- boyish spirit of bravade.” spired to choak the fair and wholesome blos- “Ha! proud Templar,' said Ivanhoe, som.'

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