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 himelf into his eteem.” The menial bowed with humble obeiance, and with profeions of diligence and fidelity departed.

Meantime Edgar preed his uit with courteous phrae and dalliance. Daily tournaments were exhibited at the catle of Albert. The knights and barons of the neighbouring domains attended: but Edgar purpaedsurpassed [sic] them in the plendor of his armour, and the pomp of his retinue. The hall reounded with revelry and rejoicing; and mintrels, clad in gaudy apparel, celebrated the praies of warlike chiefs, or ung the power and pleasures of love. Adela arrayed her countenance with miles and courtey; but her boom was ditracted with anguih. “O when,” he cried, “hall I be delivered from the importunity of a deteted uitor, and the bondage of feigned complacency? When will Edwin return, adorned with conquet, and confident with ucces? His merit hall hine unrivalled; and Edgar hall be covered with hame.”

At length the page returned; and, repairing to the apartment of his mournful mitres, “Now heaven forefend,” aid he, “mot gracious lady, that the tidings I bring hould injure thy tender frame more than thou art able to endure! May the aints and minitring angels uphold thee!”–“Hath he perihed?” cried Adela, with a look of terror and amazement. “In what bloody field hath he fallen? Where lies the lifeles body? What barbarous adverary hath mangled and inulted his graceful form?”–“He hath not perihed,” replied the attendant. “But, O gentle lady! foul arts have been pracited; hameful perfidy hath been committed. Edwin lives, but not for thee; he hath given-his hand to another!”–“Peace! peace!” interrupted Adela, with a faultering utterance, and looks of atonihment mixed with anger, “retrain thy blaphemous peech, nor with bale calumny apere the fame of a true and gallant warrior.”–“When,” anwered the menial, “have I been guilty of deceit or infidelity toward my gentle mitres? Full fore it grieveth me to