by the outer door of the Lady Longueville's house; while in the death-chamber, the Earl of Warwick, with a face as pale as the

ed Henry! this the man for whom ye poured forth the blood of England's best! Ha! ha! Look down from heaven, my husband, my martyr-sons! The daughter of your m

ed, and Dr. Godard (the grave man who had first accosted Marmaduke, and who was the priest summoned

eace, lifting the solemn crucifix,

ight arm of Warwick with her shrivelled and trembling fingers, resumed

rons, wilt see no dishonour in the rank love of the vilest of England's king

suppressed, "by Him to whom, morning and night, I have knelt in grateful blessing for the virtuous life of this beloved child, I

her half- swoon, half-sleep-"Father, think no more of the pas

I too would lay down my life for the holy Henry; but I shudder, in the hour of de

arwick,-sworn it in the chamber of death, in the ear of one who will carry that word to the hero-dead of a hundred battlefields! Ha! the sun has risen! Pri

ed to him to open it; he obeyed. The sun, just above the welkin, shone over the lordly Thame

Hither,-lord, rebel earl, -hither. Be

man fixed her glazing eyes upon the wronged and mighty baron, and suddenly her arm fell to her side, the face became set as into stone, the last breath of life gurgled within, and fled; and still those glazing