before, in the habit of a Jew, visited the lonely retreat of Mariette Mouline, but in the costume that he wore now he only appeared in the quality of a Bohemian soldier. But who had not heard of St. Julian ?-In his defeat he was followed and adored, for glorious and decided had been his victories before, but the last he had obtained on the plains of Morna Penritch, had surpassed all others. Their foes could now do nothing but yield in humble submission to the Bohemian conqueror, or see their armies perish, for famine had already desolated the land, and made their coffers empty; and like the bright and majestic god of day, St. Julian now appeared in full meridian splendour to the country for whose rights and privileges he had so long bravely fought, and now eventually and successfully restored to them. At a moment when fortune had seemed to desert him, which was lamented and deplored by all his countrymen, the fickle goddess comes forth to hail the champion of liberty, and crown the immortal hero with the bright laurel of a never-fading victory. What, then, was the surprise of the poor simple dwarf, to find in the stranger, who so humbly solicited an audience with his mistress, that it was the great St. Julian, who now stood a petitioner at her gates? and he exclaimed,

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"St. Julian! and art thou St. Julian, the saviour and the conqueror of our blessed land? Pardon, pardon I pray you, sir, for the uncourteous ceremony I have used towards you; yet to have looked on those noble lineaments of feature, I could not have doubted."

"But this is not the age to judge of human characters by looks, or any outward semblance of form or features, my good friend," uttered St. Julian, "it is too

vitiated, and man's heart cannot be probed; though he wore the character of an earthly saint imprinted on his brow, all human decernment, all human skill or knowledge would fail to know his virtues or his vices. Therefore, I do freely pardon thee thine offence. I came not hither to seek flattery, or to merit praise-a bubble, when compared to the real sunshine of the praise we seek in our own breast, from the reflection of a pure unsullied conscience, which no man can give to another, if he has it not within himself."

"Sir, thou art worthy to be what thou art-for thou art that which thou seemest," cried the dwarf, and immediately led the way to the chamber, where, fixed in the most profound meditation, sat, reclined, the once lovely, though now wasted, form of Mariette Mouline. There were books and writing materials before her, with a volume of the Holy Scriptures placed on a table, a silver lamp, which emitted a bright flame, and vases filled with the most fragrant and odoriferous flowers, perfumed the whole apartment; but, most of all, St. Julian marked her figure, which certainly never appeared to greater advantage, and so different to that costume in which he had before been accustomed to behold it, that he could not believe that it was the same wild wanderer; for Mariette was now attired in a Venetian dress, which so becomingly adorned her fine proportioned form, that the loveliness of her shape was seen through almost every fold of the snowy drapery, which was gracefully, though not immodestly, displayed. On her head no longer appeared the plume of black feathers and bonnet, which gave her the look of a warlike heroine-but her luxuriant, dark tresses, which before shaded her fine features and her fine-formed snowy

neck were neatly and elegantly braided, although not with studied care, while a simple white rose graced her lovely bosom; her dark eyes were, on the entrance of St. Julian, in earnest contemplation of the globe, which was placed before her, and it was evident that the total tenor of Mariette's character, and even manners, had undergone a revolution since he had last beheld her, for in return to the respectful salutation, with which he greeted her, she mildly addressed him with the following impressive words :

"St. Julian, thou art welcome here, but far more welcome wouldst thou have been elsewhere. Why tarriest thou from her whom thy soul loveth? she is in danger, and I have apprized thee of it, (if the soldier has been faithful, to whom I gave the charge to hasten to the towers of St. Clair with all convenient speed, or thy Augustina would be lost to thee for ever.) Why hast thou neglected the warning of Mariette Mouline? why lingerest thou in the fortress of St. Antonio so long after the battle at Morna Penritch? Friendship is dear, and sacred are its ties-but is not love dearer, and are not its ties more sacred? Resolve me that question."

To which, after a pause, and having taken a seat, to which she pointed, exactly opposite to her, St. Julian energetically replied,

"I grant, lovely Mariette, that your argument is too powerful to admit of contradiction; I own that friendship has sacred ties, and I will acknowledge that love claims pre-eminence above all other ties subsisting between earth and heaven, and I am come hither, Mariette, on a mission of both love and friendship, the humblest suppliant that mortal man e'er sued to mor