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come on. They raise their bows Forgive the creatures thou hast made!"-Her description was here suddenly interrupted by the signal for assault, which was given by the blast of a shrill bugle, and at once answered by a flourish of the Norman trumpets from the battlements, which, mingled with the deep and hollow clang of the nakers-a species of kettle-drum -retorted in notes of defiance the challenge of the enemy.- -" And I must lie here like a bedridden monk," exclaimed Ivanhoe, "while the game that gives me freedom or death is played out by the hand of others!-Look from the window once again, kind maiden, but beware that you are not marked by the archers beneath-Look out once more, and tell me if they yet advance to the storm."—With patient cous: rage, strengthened by the interval which she had employed in mental devotion, Rebecca again took post at the lattice, sheltering herself, however, so as not to be visible from beneath.-"What dost thou see Rebecca?" again demanded the wounded knight.

Nothing but the cloud of arrows, flying so thick as to dazzle mine eyes, and to hide the bowmen who shoot them."—"That cannot endure," said Ivanhoe; "if they press not right on to carry the castle by pure force of arms, the archery may avail but little against stone walls and bulwarks. Look for the knight of the fetterlock, fair Rebecca, and see how he bears himself; for as the leader is so will his followers be."-" I see him not," said Rebecca · -"Foul craven!" exclaimed Ivanhoe; "does he blench from the helm when the wind blows highest ?"—" He blenches not! he blenches not!" said Rebecca, "I see him now; he leads a body of men close under the outer barrier of the barbican.-They pull down the piles and palisades; they hew down the barriers with axes-) -His high black plume floats abroad over the throng, like a raven over the field of the slain They have made a breach in the barriers they rush in-they are thrust back!-Front-de-Boeuf heads the defenders, I see his gigantic form above the press, They throng to the breach, and the pass is disputed hand to hand and man to man. Samoil panod is qu

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The assailants have won the barriers, have they not?" said Ivanhoe." They have they have-and they press the besieged hard upon the outer wall; some plant ladders, some swarm like bees, and endeavour to ascend upon the shoulders of each other

down go stones, beams, and trunks of trees upon their heads, and as fast as they bear the wounded to the rear, fresh men supply their places in the assault →Great God! hast thou given men thine own image, that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren!"-" Think not of that," replied Ivanhoe; "this is no time for such thoughts.Who yield?-who push their way?"-" The ladders, are thrown down," replied Rebecca, shuddering; the soldiers lie grovelling under them like crushed reptiles the besieged have the better.

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The energy, life, and interest, with logue abounds, speak for themselves. we meet with one in all respects equal. liar to the different sentiments-tones into the heart of nature to separate mand all the attention, prudence, and discretion of a good reader. The fair, the amiable, the devout Rebecca, on beholding these scenes of warfare, could not refrain from exclaiming-Great God! hast thou given men thine own images that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren!

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1 THUS saying, she ran up a narrow flight of stairs, that went from the kitchen to a room over-head, and I soon perceived, by the loudness of her voice, and the bitterness of her reproaches, that no money was to be had from her lodger. I could hear her remonstrances very distinctly: Out, I say, pack out this moment; tramp, thou infamous creature, or I'll give thee a mark thou won't be the better for these three months What! you trumpery, to come and take up an honest house, without cross or coin to bless

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yourself with; come along, I say."" O, dear Madam," cried the stranger, pity me; pity a poor abandoned creature for one night, and death will soon do the rest." I instantly knew the voice of my poor ruined child Olivia. I flew to her rescue, while the woman was dragging her along by the hair, and caught the dear forlorn wretch in my arms.- Welcome, any way welcome, my dearest lost one, my treasure, to your poor old father's bosom. Though the vicious forsake thee, there is yet one in the world that will never forsake thee: though thou hadst ten thousand crimes to answer for, he will forget them all." O! my own dear"-for minutes she could say no more" my own dearest good Papa! Could angels be kinder! how do I deserve so much! The villain, I hate him and myself, to be a reproach to such goodness. You can't forgive me. I know you cannot."-" Yes, my child, from my heart I do

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happy. We shall see many pleasant days yet, my Olivia." Ah! never, Sir, never. The rest of my wretched life must be infamy abroad, and shame at home. But, alas! Papa, you look much paler than you used to do. Could such a thing as I am give you so much uneasiness? Sure you have too much wisdom to take the miseries of my guilt upon yourself.”

Our wisdom, young woman," replied I." Ah, why so cold a name, Papa ?" cried she, This is the first time you ever called me by so cold a name.”” în "I ask pardon, my darling," returned I; " but I was going to observe, that wisdom makes but a slow defence against trouble, though at last a sure one."

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I THOUGHT, said the curate, that you gentlemen of the army, Mr Trim, never said your prayers at all. I heard the poor gentleman say his prayers last night, said the landlady, very devoutly, and with my own ears, or I could not have believed it.-Are you sure of it? replied the curate.-A ́ soldier, an't please your reverence, said I, prays as often-of his own accord as a parson :—and, when he is fighting for his king, and for his own life, and for his honour too, he has the most reason to pray to God, of any one in the whole world. 'Twas well said of thee, Trim, said my uncle Toby. But when a soldier, said I, an't please your reverence, has been standing for twelve hours together in the trenches, up to his knees in cold water,- —or engaged, said I, for five months together, in the long and dangerous marches; harassed, perhaps, in his rear to-day; harassing others to-morrow ;-detached here-countermanded there; resting this night out upon his arms-beat in his shirt the next;-benumbed in his joints-perhaps without straw in his tent to kneel on ;-he must say his prayers how and when he can.-I believe, said

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-for I was piqued, quoth the Corporal, for the reputation of the army-I believe, an't please your reverence, said I, that when a soldier gets time to pray, he prays as heartily as a parson, though not with all his fuss and hypocrisy. Thou shouldst not have said that, Trim; said my uncle Toby-for God only knows who is a hypocrite, and who is not :At the great and general review of us all, Corporal, at the day of judgment (and not till then)—it will be seen who have done their duties in this world,and who have not; and we shall be advanced, Trim, accordingly. I hope we shall, said Trim.-It is in the Scripture, said my uncle Toby; and I will show it thee to-morrow. In the mean time, we may depend upon it, Trim, for our comfort, said my uncle Toby, that God Almighty is so good and just a go

vernor of the world, that if we have but done our duties in it, it will never be inquired into whether we have done them in a red coat or a black one.— I hope not, said the Corporal.-But go on, Trim, said my uncle Toby, with the story.

When I went up, continued the Corporal, into the Lieutenant's room, which I did not do till the expiration of the ten minutes, he was lying in his bed with his head raised upon his hand, his elbow upon the pillow, and a clean white cambric handkerchief beside it. The youth was just stooping down to take up the cushion upon which I supposed he had been kneeling,―the book was laid upon the bed, and as he rose, in taking up the cushion with one hand, he reached out his other to take the book away at the same time. Let it remain there, my dear, said the Lieutenant.

He did not offer to speak to me, till I had walked up close to his bedside:-If you are Captain Shandy's servant, said he, you must present my thanks to your master, with my little boy's thanks along with them, for his courtesy to me ;-If he was of Leven's-said the Lieutenant;-I told him your honour was-' -Then, said he, I served three campaigns with him in Flanders, and remember him ;-but 'tis most likely, as I had not the honour of any acquaintance with him, that he knows nothing of me.— -You will tell him, however, that the person his good nature has laid under obligations to him, is one Le Fevre, a Lieutenant in Angus's:-but he knows me not-said he a second time, musing :-possibly he may know my story-added he; pray tell the Captain, I was the Ensign at Breda, whose wife was most unfortunately killed with a musket-shot, as she lay in my arms in my tent. I remember the story, an't please your honour, said I, very well.-Do you so? said he, wiping his eyes with his handkerchief, then well may IIn saying this, he drew a little ring out of his bosom, which seemed tied with a black ribband about his neck, and kissed it twice-Here, Billy, said he. The boy flew across the room to the bed

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