mmon Saalburg to the castle. He flew thi

ately, on the wings of hope. Eleonora had ll her affectation. “Saalburg," said she, e blush, as he entered, "you know that I

but I have expelled from my heart the obbed me of those feelings which ought to ours. If my heart has still any value in ake it, with this hand, and with it my em-my tenderest affection."

issed the offered hand with delight. "Eleohe, "Fortune has lowered on me once; now iance to her frowns." And he pressed her

THE KNIGHT AND THE KNAVE.

AN OLD ENGLISH TALE*.

"REGINALD!” said the old Baron.—It is striking," and fashionable, and classical to hurry my reader thus; “in medias res,” else it had been my duty to inform him that the dramatis personæ whom he finds upon the scene, are the son and grandson of the redoubted Hugh d' Arennes, who did good service by the Conqueror's side at the field of Hastings. In common with the distinguished chiefs of William's army, he had received large grants of land, which his enterprising spirit, and his interest with the monarch and his successor, had tended to augment. His heir, however, the present head of the illustrious family, had rather studied the security than the aggrandizement of his possession, and had grown to a green old age, in retirement and seclusion, as far as was compatible with his high rank and exalted situation. The younger speaker of the colloquy was of a character, the description of which may be dismissed as easily. Not having been obliged, like the other young men of his time,

*From the Etonian.

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ve part in the divisions which agitated the reign of the second Henry, Reginald had e firm and energetic tone of mind by which e nobility were distinguished. He had ed to shape his conduct, in the most trifling rding to the advice and judgment of his onsequently, when deprived for a short onitor, seemed utterly incapable of thinking ather seemed to have made a religious vow ng at all. This hopeful descendant of the h, had arrived at the age of twenty, was listless, yet handsome set of features, a ommanding figure-a true English head at a true English hand at the quarrel. And one through the interruption, which ought the introduction, let us proceed:

!" said the old Baron, with a slight inclihead, which he was in the habit of using ed to throw dignity into his admonitions. thee," said the son, without stirring from en table upon which, after the fatigues of was reclining.

rdered that we should be alone, my son," ian, "because I have to discourse to thee a deeply and nearly concerns thy welfare.Eather, Reginald.”

›beyed; and after performing for himself ce, resumed his attitude, with an aspect

which was ludicrously divided between the resolution to attend, and the propensity to inattention.

"Twenty-three years have gone by, Reginald, since thou didst become the hope of the house of which thou wilt shortly be the head. Ere thou hast another twenty years to look back upon, thou wilt have lost the guidance of thy father, and I shall sleep by the side of mine.” "Sir Hugh sleeps in the abbey," said Reginald. "He doth,” resumed his adviser, "he was a knight of name and fame, and wielded a good sword at Hastings."

"As touching the sword," said Reginald, totally unconscious of any metaphorical meaning implied in his father's words; "it hangs above him in the abbey; marry, it is somewhat rusty, but nevertheless a good

sword."

"But Reginald, to come to the point."

"Thou dost remind me how that it was broken against the fifth rib of Egwulph, surnamed the Impetuous, a good knight and a true, although a Saxon."

The look of the young man, had in it something of animation, as it expressed his hereditary contempt of the Saxon race. To his father, however, this demonstration of feeling did not seem altogether so welcome as it might have been upon another occasion. He contracted his huge shaggy eyebrows, turned his eyes from his son to the wine-cup, and from the wine-cup to his son, stroked his chin, folded his arms, and, in short,

attitude of thought, which was little less n the thoughtlessness of his companion. e of some minutes, he began to speak, is words with all the caution and circumFabius.

th, Reginald, the Saxon thanes are in courtesy, rough, and in no way able to the bearing of our Norman knights; but as thy speech would signify, altogether to .There is among them much might of rage of heart; and Sir Hugh was wont to re few cravens at Hastings."

nade no reply; he was deep in mental rethe probable cause of the Baron's unaccusim upon a race so universally vilified. Findunable to solve the mystery, he waited in me further clue. The old man looked, as if er his words had made any impression upon of his hearer; and not being able to ascertain ceeded: There is Leofwyn of Kennete, "his better never drew a bow; his grand›efore Harold, when De Rocroe had him down. es and retainers, such as never had king of 11 befal the man that thinks scorn of Leofnet-hold."

r near neighbour," said Reginald, “I have e hath a braver horse than is my black steed and hounds whose equals the world cannot