the madness of my passion), you know not the heart which you
break. Cold Northerns, you little dream how a Spaniard can
love. Love? Worship, rather; as I worship you, madam; as
I bless the captivity which brought me the sight of you, and
the ruin which first made me rich. Is it possible, Saints and
Virgin! do my own tears deceive my eyes, or are there tears,
too, in those radiant orbs?"

"Go, sir!" cried poor Rose, recovering herself suddenly;
"and let me never see you more." And, as a last chance for
life, she darted out of the room.

"Your slave obeys you, madam, and kisses your hands and
feet for ever and a day," said the cunning Spaniard, and draw-
ing himself up, walked serenely out of the house; while she,
poor fool, peeped after him out of her window upstairs, and her
heart sank within her as she watched his jaunty and careless
air.

How much of that rhapsody of his was honest, how much
premeditated, I cannot tell: though she, poor child, began to
fancy that it was all a set speech, when she found that he had
really taken her at her word, and set foot no more within her
father's house. So she reproached herself for the cruelest of
women; settled, that if he died, she should be his murderess;
watched for him to pass at the window, in hopes that he might
look up, and then hid herself in terror the moment he appeared
round the corner; and so forth, and so forth:--one love-making
is very like another, and has been so, I suppose, since that first
blessed marriage in Paradise, when Adam and Eve made no
love at all, but found it ready-made for them from heaven; and
really it is fiddling while Rome is burning, to spend more pages
over the sorrows of poor little Rose Salterne, while the destinies
of Europe are hanging on the marriage between Elizabeth and
Anjou: and Sir Humphrey Gilbert is stirring heaven and earth,
and Devonshire, of course, as the most important portion of the
said earth, to carry out his dormant patent, which will give to
England in due time (we are not jesting now) Newfoundland,
Nova Scotia, and Canada, and the Northern States; and to
Humphrey Gilbert himself something better than a new world,
namely another world, and a crown of glory therein which never
fades away.

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