her, she proceeded to her apartment; where, disrobing herself of part of her attire, she threw herself upon her couch, and, oppressed with the repetition of so many anxious emotions, soon fell into a deep, though not untroubled slumber. She dreamt, that instead of the wished-for coming of Count Arnulf, she beheld, by the solitary taper that illumined her chamber, a ruffian stealing by the foot of her bed, while his gaze seemed fixed upon her feeble and unresisting arm, which hung helpless by her side. Nor was her dream a mere flitting vision of the mind. The battle of Brenneville had already let loose many of those soldiers of fortune, who, following the good or evil success of a single campaign, afterwards relapsed into robbers and brigands: and one of these disbanded troopers, urged by the love of plunder, and encouraged by the apparent solitude, had tracked the unprotected Jerusha to her chamber. But, at the instant he approached the sleeping Orphan, a sword, sharpened in the wars of Normandy, was at his breast; for, at his side stood a knight in complete armour, save that his visor was in part unclosed. The trembling assassin shrank appalled from his threatening look, and, dropping his poignard, sullenly awaited his fate; but the stranger, intent upon his own urgent mission, remained gazing on the countenance of Jerusha. The ruffian, gradually recovering from his fears, drew towards the still unfastened door of the chamber, and overleaping the adjoining balustrade, was soon lost in the surrounding woods. The stranger, drawing his sword, attempted to follow, when the noise awoke the slumbering Orphan.

"I have but dreamed!" she anxiously exclaimed, as the retreating figure of Arnulf caught her eye-" 'twas but a

her, she proceeded to her apartment; where, disrobing herself of part of her attire, she threw herself upon her couch, and, oppressed with the repetition of so many anxious emotions, soon fell into a deep, though not untroubled slumber. She dreamt, that instead of the wished-for coming of Count Arnulf, she beheld, by the solitary taper that illumined her chamber, a ruffian stealing by the foot of her bed, while his gaze seemed fixed upon her feeble and unresisting arm, which hung helpless by her side. Nor was her dream a mere flitting vision of the mind. The battle of Brenneville had already let loose many of those soldiers of fortune, who, following the good or evil success of a single campaign, afterwards relapsed into robbers and brigands: and one of these disbanded troopers, urged by the love of plunder, and encouraged by the apparent solitude, had tracked the unprotected Jerusha to her chamber. But, at the instant he approached the sleeping Orphan, a sword, sharpened in the wars of Normandy, was at his breast; for, at his side stood a knight in complete armour, save that his visor was in part unclosed. The trembling assassin shrank appalled from his threatening look, and, dropping his poignard, sullenly awaited his fate; but the stranger, intent upon his own urgent mission, remained gazing on the countenance of Jerusha. The ruffian, gradually recovering from his fears, drew towards the still unfastened door of the chamber, and overleaping the adjoining balustrade, was soon lost in the surrounding woods. The stranger, drawing his sword, attempted to follow, when the noise awoke the slumbering Orphan.

"I have but dreamed!" she anxiously exclaimed, as the retreating figure of Arnulf caught her eye-" 'twas but a