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" Where, then?"

“I know not-I have not seen her for many years—'tis a sad story, too sad to be now told."

“ Well, but Messire Manny, sith you know not where your damsel is, nor can guess where to search for her, and sith you have not seen her for many years, 'tis not unlike that my young protégée may strike your fancy yet, and make you think that the possession of an assured wife, is more profitable than the thoughts on an uncertain mistress. I should be glad to retain so brave a knight as you are in my service.-You will take leisure to think of this."

That Manny's early love was of no common kind, was amply proved by the quarrel he had with his father,-by his having attempted to follow its object throughout Europe, and by the length of its duration.

This love, far from having been diminished, had been, if possible, increased by absence, and by many an hour of solitary contemplation; so great indeed wasit, that instead of thinking any one could ever replace her in his affections, or of even wishing this to be, that priding himself on

constancy, and feeling a species of joy spring from the very pain he suffered at her loss, he used to fancy he would a thousand times prefer remaining unhappy without Emily, to the being blest with any other. It was a foolish notion this, but a natural one enough to a mind of deep, impassioned feelings; and he who thinks it to be out of nature, may perhaps know a great deal of the world, and be thoroughly versed in all its tricks and tromperies, but can have only a very trifling acquaintance with the human heart.

This being, it may seem surprising that the conversation related above, should have had any effect in turning his thoughts from the Emily he knew, and had so long and devotedly loved, to an Emily whom he had never seen, nor indeed heard of, till within the last two days. Yet so it was! This was a weakness,-such, indeed, he himself mentally owned it to be, and as such did he severely and remorselessly condemn it.

He called it treason, leze féodalité.-He felt ashamed of himself, angry with himself, grieved, humiliated. He strove to banish the thought from his mind. But 'twas all in vain. Emily, not his Emily, but the other Emily-pas moi, moi ici ; mais l'autre moit-such as she had been painted by the Countess, lovely, virtuous, gentle, courageous—(courage,-not martial valour, but fortitude rather,-is as comely in a woman ds in our sex, whilst cowardice, being invariably linked to selfishness, is odious in either)-still presented herself to his imagination : and her form, such as he fancied it to be, would creep slily and clandestinely upon it, just at the very moment he thought he had banished it thence

for ever.

" At all events," he said to himself, "at all events shall I be right glad to see this new Emily, if only to assure me past all doubt-if truly, indeed, doubt can be !-how far inferior she is in all things to mine own true Emily."

With the desire of thus placing the question beyond all future controversy, he contentedly suffered himself to be impatient to behold her.

During the latter part of the dialogue which

* Intended as an allusion to the two Sosies in one of Molière's pieces.

arose between Jeanne and her ally, the Count of Artois, who took but little interest and no part in it, had fallen back into the rear, and was pondering over in his mind the events of the past day, and thinking what might chance to be his future destiny.

He had at length obtained that which he had so long panted to possess—revenge. Not, to be sure, that species of revenge always so much coveted by inferior minds, and which is generally termed by them tit for tat; but is more grandly expressed by my Lord Byron, as

“A wretched interchange of wrong for wrong,"

but that only revenge which it befitted a spirit of his altitude to seek or to desire,- that of seeing the one who had wronged him, acknowledge his error and, grieving for it, ready to make all the reparation in his power.

To obtain this, he had courted the assistance of many European powers; and, these failing, would, like the fabled Queen of Heaven, “ have sought the shades below."

He had now at length succeeded in making Edward commence a war, which though, before his arrival, it had been much talked of in England, would perhaps, but for him, have never been ;a war, the thoughts of which—had he guessed the utter desolation it was fated eventually to bring upon his country, and known that thousands, ay, perhaps millions, then unborn, would have to rue the hour in which he first saw the light, and in bitterness of spirit curse his unruled passions—would have proved a heavy aggravation to the poignancy of his feelings, when he reflected that all this much evil had produced but little good.

In truth, what had he obtained ? An avowal from the King, that, misled by the artifices of a vicious woman, and of an unprincipled and profligate vassal, he had done him wrong; and was willing, as much as in him lay, to repair that wrong.

This was all ! and this, some time ago, would have fulfilled the utmost of his wishes; - but now, she who had been his partner through life,-whom he through life had loved,-who had shared his pleasures, partaken his troubles, and solaced them,—was now no more; never

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