Hark, the bells summon, and the bugle calls, ༈ ༔,**་མཱ སི What eyes were thine, proud Prince, which in the gleam' The Glass Slipper. THE unfortunate Countess of Leicester had, from her infancy upwards, been treated by those around her with indulgence as unbounded as injudicious. The natural sweetness of her disposition had saved her from becoming insolent and ill-humoured; but the caprice which preferred the handsome and insinuating Leicester before Tressilian, of whose high honour and unalterable affection she herself entertained so firm an opinion-that fatal error, which ruined the happiness of her life, had its origin in the mistaken kind ness that had spared her childhood the painful, but most necessary lesson, of submission and selfcommand. From the same indulgence, it followed that she had only been accustomed to form and to express her wishes, leaving to others the task of fulfilling them; and thus, at the most momentous!: period of her life, she was alike destitute of presence of mind, and of ability to form for herself any reasonable or prudent plan of conduct.de These difficulties pressed on the unfortunate e lady with overwhelming force, on the morning which seemed to be the crisis of her fate. Over looking every intermediate consideration, she had only desired to be at Kenilworth, and to approach her husband's presence; and now, when she was in the vicinity of both, a thousand considerations arose at once upon her mind, startling her with accumulated doubts and dangers, some real, some imaginary, and all exalted and exaggerated by a situation alike helpless, and destitute of aid and counsel... A sleepless night rendered her so weak in the morning, that she was altogether unable to attend Wayland's early summons. The trusty guide be came extremely distressed on the lady's account, and somewhat alarmed on his own, and was on the point of going alone to Kenilworth, in the hope of discovering Tressilian, and intimating to him the lady's approach, when about nine in the morn ing he was summoned to attend her. He found her dressed, and ready for resuming her journey, but with a paleness of countenance which alarmed him for her health. She intimated her desire that the horses might be got instantly ready, and resisted with impatience her guide's request, that she would take some refreshment before setting forward. I have had," she said, “a cup of water the wretch who is dragged to execution needs no stronger cordial, and that may serve me which suffices for him-do as I command you." Wayland Smith still hesitated. "What would you have?" said she-"Have I not spoken plainly ?" "Yes, madam," answered Wayland; "but may I ask what is your farther purpose?—I only wish to know, that I may guide myself by your wishes. The whole country is afloat, and streaming towards the Castle of Kenilworth. It will be difficult travelling thither, even if we had the necessary passports for safe-conduct and free-admittance-Unknown and unfriended, we may come by mishap. Your ladyship will forgive my speaking my poor mind-Were we not better try to find out the masquers, and again join ourselves with them ?"-The Countess shook her head, and her guide proceeded, "Then I see but one other remedy." 66 Speak out, then," said the lady, not dis pleased, perhaps, that he should thus offer the advice which she was ashamed to ask ; "I believe thee faithful-what wouldst thou counsel ?" "That I should warn Master Tressilian," said Wayland, "that you are in this place. I am right certain he would get to horse with a few of Lord Sussex's followers, and ensure your personal safety.” ess, "And is it to me you advise," said the Count"to put myself under the protection of Sus sex, the unworthy rival of the noble Leicester ?" Then, seeing the surprise with which Wayland stared upon her, and afraid of having too strong 13 ly intimated her interest in Leicester, she added, "And for Tressilian, it must not be-mention not to him, I charge you, my unhappy name; it would but double my misfortunes, and involve him in dangers beyond the power of rescue." She paused; but when she observed that Wayland continued to look on her with that anxious and uncertain gaze, which indicated a doubt whether her brain was settled, she assumed an air of composure, and added, "Do thou but guide me to Kenilworth Castle, good fellow, and thy task is ended, since I will then judge what farther is to be done. Thou hast yet been true to me-here is something that will make thee rich amends." She offered the artist a ring, containing a valuable stone. Wayland looked at it, hesitated a moment, and then returned it. "Not," he said, "that I am above your kindness, madam, being but a poor fellow, who have been forced, God help me! to live by worse shifts than the bounty of such a person as you. But as my old master the farrier used to say to his customers, 6 No cure no pay.' We are not yet in Kenilworth |
