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rive their splendour from no earthly prince, but from the awful Voice, which bade their fathers be nearest of the congregation to the Vision -Such were the princes of the House of Jacob.

- Rebecca's colour rose as she boasted the ancient glories of her race, but faded as she added, with a sigh, “ Such were the princes of Judah, now such no more!—They are trampled down like the shorn grass, and mixed with the mire of the

ways. Yet are there those among them who shame not such high descent, and of such shall be the daughter of Isaac the son of Adonikam ! Farewell !-I envy not thy blood-won honours--I envy not thy barbarous descent from northern heathens

envy thee not thy faith, which is ever in thy mouth, but never in thy heart nor in thy practice. “ There is a spell on me, by Heaven!” said Bois-Guilbert. I well nigh think yon besotted skeleton spoke truth, and that the reluctance with which I part from thee hath something in it more than is natural. Fair creature!” he said, approaching near her, but with great respect,—“ so young, so beautiful, so fearless of death! and yet doomed to die, and with infamy and agony! Who would not weep for thee ?- The tear, that has been a stranger to these eyelids for twenty years, moistens them as I gaze on thee. But it must be—nothing may now save thy life. Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like goodly vessels driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish. Forgive me, then, and let us part at least as friends part. I have assailed thy resolution in vain, and mine own is fixed as the adamantine decrees of fate. 56 Thus,

said Rebecca, “ do men throw on fate the issue of their own wild passions. But I do forgive thee, Bois-Guilbert, though the author of my early death. There are noble things which cross over thy powerful mind; but it is the garden of the sluggard, and the weeds have rushed up, and conspired to choak the fair and wholesome blossom.” -“ Yes, said the Templar, “ I am,, Rebecca, as thou hast spoken me. I have been a child of battle from my youth upward, high in my views, steady and inflexible in pursuing them. Such must I remain-proud, inflexible, and unchanging; and of this the world shall have proof.—But thou forgivest me, Rebecca ? “ As freely as ever victim forgave her executioner. Farewell, then,” said the Templar, and left the apartment. III. 221-224.

The appointed day at last arrives. Rebecca is led out to the scaffold-faggots are prepared by the side of the lists--and in the lists appears the relentless Templar, mounted and armed for the encounter. No champion appears for Rebecca; and the heralds ask her if she yields herself as justly condemned.

6" Say to the Grand Master, ” replied Rebecca, “ that I maintain my innocence, and do not yield me as justly condemned, lest I become guilty of mine own blood. Say to him, that I challenge such delay as his forms will permit, to see if God, whose opportunity is in man's extremity, will raise me up a deliverer ; and when such ́uttermost space is passed, may his. Holy will be done !” The herald rem

tired to carry this answer to the Grand Master. -" God forbid, ” said Lucas Beaumanoir, " that Jew or Pagan should impeach us of injustice.—Until the shadows be cast from the west to the eastward, will we wait to see if a champion will appear for this unfortunate woman. When the day is so far passed, let her prepare for death.” The herald communicated the words of the Grand Master to Rebecca, who bowed her head submissively, folded her arms, and, looking up towards heaven, seemed to expect that aid from above which she could scarce promise herself from man.' III. 234, 235.

The hours pass away-and the shadows begin to pass to the eastward. The assembled multitudes murmur with impatience and compassion—and the Judges whisper to each other, that it is time to proceed to doom.

• At this instant a knight, urging his horse to speed, appeared on the plain advancing towards the lists. An hundred voices exclaimed, " A champion ! a champion !” And, despite the prepossession and prejudices of the multitude, they shouted unanimously as the knight rode into the tilt-yard The second glance, however, served to destroy the hope that his timely arrival had excited. His horse, urged for many miles to its utmost speed, appeared to reel from fatigue, and the rider, however undauntedly he presented himself in the lists, either from weakness, weariness, or both, seemed scarce able to support himself in the saddle. - To the summons of the herald, who demanded his rank, his name, and purpose, the stranger knight answered readily and boldly, “ I am a good knight and noble, come hither to sustain with lance and sword the just and lawful quarrel of this damsel, Rebecca, daughter of Isaac of York; to uphold the doom pronounced against her to be false and truthless, and to defy Sir Brian de Bois-Guilbert, as a traitor, murtherer, and liar ; as I will prove in this field with my body against his, by the aid of God, of Our Lady, and of Monseigneur Saint George, the good knight.” “ The stranger must first show,” said Malvoisin, “ that he is a good. Knight, and of honourable lineage. The Temple sendeth not forth her champions against nameless men. My naine,

said the Knight, raising his helmet, “ is better known, my lineage more pure, Malvoisin, than . I am Wilfrid of Ivanhoe.

66 I will not fight with thee,” said the Templar, in a changed and hollow voice. “ Get thy wounds healed, purvey thee a better horse, and it

may be I will hold it worth my while to scourge out of thee this boyish spirit of bravade.” — " Ha! proud Templar,” said Ivanhoe, “ hast thou forgotten that twice didst thou fall before this lance ? Remember the lists at Acre-remember the Passage of Arms at Ashby-remember thy proud våunt in the halls of Rotherwood, and the gage of your gold chain against my reliquary, that thou wouldst do battle with Wilfrid of Ivanhoe, and recover the honour thou hadst lost! By that reliquary, and the holy relique it contains, I will proclaim thee, Templar, a coward in every court in Europe-in every VOL. XXXIII. NO. 65.




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Preceptory of thine Order-unless thou do battle without farther de. lay. Bois-Guilbert turned his countenance irresolutely towards Rebecca, and then exclaimed, looking fiercely at Ivanhoe, “ Dog of a Saxon, take thy lance, and prepare for the death thou hast drawn upon

thee!” “ Does the Grand Master allow me the combat ?" said Ivanhoe. “ I may not deny what you have challenged,” said the Grand Master, “ providing the maiden accepts thee as her champion. Yet I would thou wert in better plight to do battle. An enemy of our Order hast thou ever been, yet would I have thee honourably met with.” “ Thus thus as I am, and not otherwise, said Ivanhoe ; " it is the judgment of God—to his keeping I commend myself.-Rebecca,” said he, riding up to the fatal chair, “ doest thou accept of me for thy champion ? " 6 I do," she said " I do,” fluttered by an emotion which the fear of death had been unable to produce, “ I do accept thee as the champion whom Heaven hath sent me. Yet, no- no--thy wounds are uncuredMeet not that proud man-why shouldst thou perish also ?” But Ivanhoe was already at his post, and had closed his visor, and assumed his lance.' III. 339–342.

We cannot make room for the whole of this catastrophe. The overtired horse of Ivanhoe falls in the shock; but the Templar, though scarcely touched by the lance of his adversary, reels, and falls also ;-and, when they seek to raise him, is found to be utterly dead !-a victim to his own contending passions.

We will give but one scene more--and it is in honour of the divine Rebecca-for the fate of all the rest may easily be divined. Richard forgives his brother; and Wilfrid weds Rowena.

' It was upon the second morning after this happy bridal, that the Lady Rowena was made acquainted by her handmaid Elgitha, that a damsel desired admission to her presence, and solicited that their

parley might be without witness. Rowena wondered, hesitated, became curious, and ended by commanding the damsel to be admitted, and her attendants to withdraw. She entereda noble and command. ing figure, the long white veil in which she was shrouded, oversha. dowing rather than concealing the elegance and majesty of her shape. Her demeanour was that of respect, unmingled by the least shade either of fear, or of a wish to propitiate favour. Rowena was ever ready to acknowledge the claims, and attend to the feelings of others. She arose, and would have conducted the lovely stranger to a seat ; but she looked at Elgitha, and again intimated a wish to discourse with the Lady Rowena alone. Elgitha had no sooner retired with unwilling steps, than, to the surprise of the Lady of Ivanhoe, her fair visitant kneeled on one knee, pressed her hands to her forehead, and, bending her head to the ground, in spite of Rowena's resistance, kissed the embroidered hem of her tunic. “ What means this ? " said the surprised bride; “ or why do you offer to me a deference so

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unusual ?"-"Because to you, Lady of Ivanhoe, said Rebecca, risa ing up and resuming the usual quiet dignity of her manner, I lawfully, and without rebuke, pay the debt of gratitude which I owe to Wilfrid of Ivanhoe. I am forgive the boldness which has offered to you the homage of my country—I am the unhappy Jewess, for whom your husband hazarded his life against such fearful odds in the tilt-yard of Templestowe.” -“ Damsel,” said Rowena, “ Wilfrid of Ivanhoe on that day rendered back but in a slight measure your uneeasing charity towards him in his wounds and misfortunes. Speak, is there aught remains in which he and I can serve thee?"_“Nothing, said Rebecca, calmy, “unless you will transmit to him my grateful farewell.”_" You leave England, then,” said Rowena, scarce recorering the surprise of this extraordinary visit. — “ I leave it, lady, ere this moon again changes. My father hath a brother high in favour with Mohammed Boabdil, King of Grenada——thither we go, secure of peace and protection, for the payment of such ransom as the Moslem exact from our people.' “ And are you not then as well protected in England ? ” said Rowena. My husband has favour with the King -the King himself is just and generous. Lady,” said Rebecca, “ I doubt it not—but the people of England are a fierce race, quarrelling ever with their neighbours or among themselves, and ready to plunge the sword into the bowels of each other. Such is no safe abode for the children of my people. Ephraim is an heartless dove- Issachar an over-laboured drudge, which stoops between two burthens. Not in a land of war and blood, surrounded by hostile neighbours, and distracted by internal factions, can Israel hope to rest during her wanderings. “ But you, maiden,” said Rowena—" you surely can have nothing to fear. She who nursed the sick-bed of Ivanhoe,” she continued, rising with enthusiasm --" she can have nothing to fear in England, where Saxon and Norman will contend who shall most do her honour." Thy speech is fair, lady,” said Rebecca, “and thy purpose fairer ; but it may not be

there is a gulph betwixt us. Our breeding, our faith, alike forbid either to pass over it. Farewell—yet, ere I go, indulge me one request. The bridal-veil hangs over thy face ; raise it, and let me see the features of which fame speaks so highly. “ They are scarce worthy of being looked upon,” said Rowena ; “ but, expecting the same from my visitant, I remove the veil." She took it of accordingly, and partly from the consciousness of beauty, partly from bashfulness, she blushed so intensely, that cheek, brow, neck, and bosom, were suffused with crimson. Rebecca blushed also, but it was a momentary feeling; and, mastered by higher emotions, past slowly from her features like the crimson cloud, which changes colour when the sun sinks beneath the horizon.

“ Lady,” she said, “ the countenance you have deigned to show me will long dwell in my remembrance. There reigns in it gentleness and goodness ; and if a tinge of the world's pride or vanities may mix with an expression so lovely, how may we chide

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that which is of earth for bearing some colour of its original ? Long, long will I remember your features, and bless God that I leave my noble deliverer united with She stopped short her eyes

filled with tears. She hastily wiped them, and answered to the anxious inquiries of Rowena -" I am well, Lady-well. But my heart swells when I think of Torquilstone and the lists of Templestowe. Farewell. One, the most trifling part of my duty, remains undischarged. Accept this casket--startle not at its contents. Rowena opened the small silver chased casket, and perceived a carcauet, or necklace, with ear-jewels, of diamonds, which were visibly of immense value.-“ It is impossible,” she said, tendering back the casket. “ I dare not accept a gift of such consequence.

“ Yet keep it, lady. ” returned Rebecca. “ You have power, rank, command, influence; we have wealth, the source both of our strength and weakness; the value of these toys, ten times multiplied, would not influen half so much as your slightest wish. To you, therefore, the gift is of little value-and to me, what I part with is of much less. Let me not think you deem so wretchedly ill of my nation as your commons believe. Think ye that I prize these sparkling fragments of stone above my liberty ? or that my father values them in comparison to the honour of his only child? Accept them, lady

to me they are valueless. I will never wear jewels more. are then unhappy,” said Rowena, struck with the manner in which Rebecca uttered the last words. “ O, remain with us the counsel of holy men will wean you from your unhappy law, and I will be a sister to you.

-“ No, lady, " answered Rebecca, the same calm melancholy reigning in her soft voice and beautiful features" that may not be. I may not change the faith of my fathers like a garment unsuited to the climate in which I seek to dwell; and unhappy, lady, I will not be. He, to whom I dedicate my future life, will be my comforter, if I do His will.

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then convents, to one of which you mean to retire ? ” asked Rowena.—" No, lady, " said the Jewess; “ but among our people, since the time of Abraham downward, have been women who have devoted their thoughts to Heaven, and their actions to works of kindness to men, tending the sick, feeding the hungry, and relieving the distressed. Among these will Rebecca be numbered. Say this to thy lord, should he inquire after the fate of ler whose life he saved. -There was an involuntary tremor in Rebecca's voice, and a tenderness of accent, which perhaps betrayed more than she would willingly have expressed. She hastened to bid Rowena adieu. Farewell,” she said, “ may He, who made both Jew and Christian, shower down on you his choicest blessings.

• She glided from the apartment, leaving Rowena surprised as if a vision had passed before her. The fair Saxon related the singular conference to her husband, on whose mind it made a deep impression He lived long and happily with Rowena, for they were attached to each other by the bonds of early affection, and they loved each other

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