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with the consent of my venerable benefactors to claim my heart's election.
“Merced, my destiny is now in your handsevery hope, every joy” .
The tramp of a horse's hoofs, which had now approached the unconscious hidalgo and his lovely daughter, was not heard in the deep sand on which they stood; and at that moment the horseman, who had dismounted, stood before them.
“ Shall 1, Merced, relieve you of the task, and read the conclusion ?"
Recognition, surprise, embarrassment, pleasure—all had their momentary sway, whilst the face of Merced, ever the faithful mirror of her ingenuous mind, blushed deeper and deeper with each succeeding emotion.
“ I told thee, child, there was treason about us,” said the old hidalgo ; " and here stands the traitor, whom I now detain," added he, pressing both Herbert's hands within his own.
It was well for Merced that her father's volu
Diy ad not allow be time to utter a word: ior Dough she had a thousand things to say, she was not quite prepared even to begit. Nearpiut, she suffered her hand to remain her lorer's, who was shororçlu perplexed be Iuses his own anxious mquiries of his beloved, ans the innumerable questions of the hidalgo Herung at length, with some difficulty and perseverance, senzei 23 opportunity, be avowed that he had been travelling without intersties.com several days and nights, and Merced besought be father to spare ferther inquiries, and insisted on Herbert's taking refreshment and repose.
Seed the sequel be told, or shall we ehghtan the gentle reader on the happiness of our acquaintance ? Dariog the remainder of the sojourn of the little party at Cambo, many and varied were the excursions made by them in its romantic seighbourhood. The oft-beaten track of the Bayonne road was now comparatively
by Merced, since her correspondent ce the partner of her rambles, for the more wild and secluded scenery of the rocks of Techasson. Often as they climbed the neighbouring heights, or threaded the Pas de Roland, where, of old, that adventurous and daring knight whose name it bears, hotly pursued by the enemy after his defeat at Roncesvalles, cleft with his mighty sword a free passage for himself and horse through the living rock,they would leave the hidalgo, and his companion, Pepe Manzanos, spite of themselves, to stop to recover their breath; whilst the lovers snatching those solitary moments, Herbert would press his blushing Merced to his heart—too full to speak its joy. There was an even tone of mind in the lovely daughter of Don Ruy de Valmarino which bespoke its depth. If she was now happy in the prospect of her approaching nuptials with De Clifford, it was not without calculation for the future ; and, avaricious of her store of bliss, she imposed upon herself a judicious restraint which should enable her to mete it out for life. She loved passionately, bot guarded against the too open avowal and display of her excess of fondness ; coy, yet yielding, she would still be won.
Her personal attractions well enhanced the beauty of her mind. Her native elegance appeared rather a consequence of her refinement than the natural portion of her countrywomen.
It was not beauty only there ;
Ere we take our leave, we must revert to Don se and his devoted companion and wife.
er, resident at the court of Don Carlos, wears a coronetted brow,” the consequence
of the bravery and gallant bearing of her husband, who, in a memorable action, was exalted, for his prowess on the field of battle, by his monarch. His further career will belong to the history of Don Carlos de Bourbon.
Encouraged by the brightening prospects of the King, Pepe Manzanos was shortly after induced to fix his residence under the roof of his daughter.
The ill-starred Imnaz, Conde de Nuñez,follower of the opposing force,-a conscientious adherent to the cause of Isabel Segunda,-is again on the theatre of war, and hopelessly seeks, in the pursuit of the enemy, to escape the remembrance of one identified with his earliest hopes and fondest recollections. Vain the attempt !—that image
“ Sinks for safety deeper in his heart." The Marquis de Olivares, banished from Madrid on suspicion of having been concerned