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 the bed-ide of Sir Edmund. She likewie fell into the nare, and was brought hither. I have een her but once, when he received me with indignation, and awed me into ilence by her frown. Enraged by this reception, I ordered Hugo and Walter to dipatch you in the dungeon; and reolved to ue force, if I could not by peruaion conquer the hatred of Edith. Heaven in its jutice has retored you to liberty, and I fall the victim of my own wickednes. Would to God that my death might expiate all my crimes! I make you the heir of all my domains. May you long be happy with your Edith! O peak pardon and peace to my guilty foul. Yet a hort time, O pare me, heaven!–O I am loft–they eize me–Mercy, Lord, mercy!” He faintly hrieked, averted his head, as if to hun the fight of omething dreadful, and expired before Fitzalan could pronounce the intreated forgivenes.

After gazing a few moments on the corpe of the lifeles Fitzurban, whoe features were fixed in convulive agony, Fitzalan ordered one of the ervants to conduct him to the chamber of Edith. When he entered he was fitting aborbed in grief, with Edwin laying in her lap, and the tears trickling from her eyes upon him. As Fitzalan advanced, he lifted up her head, and frowned; but as oon as he perceived her lord, he prang into his arms. Edwin bounded toward him, clung round him, and expreed his joy by a thouand infantine, endearing actions. Fitzalan embraced her with the mot unbounded rapurerapture [sic]; and when the tumult of joy had a little ubided, proceeded to relate his adventure in the dungeon, in the following words:–

“My dearly beloved Edith,” and with thee words he tenderly embraced her, “Heaven has rewarded you for your contancy. Fitzurban, that lave whoe cankered mind projected our ruin, is no more! It was his contrivance by a letter to draw me from your arms, and by the ame artful means to bring you here for violation. His dying confeion to me made me tremble. He related, that in the ame dungeon whence I have but