Hark, the bells summon, and the bugle calls,

But she the fairest answers not--the tide

Of nobles and of ladies throngs the halls,

But she the loveliest must in secret hide.

What eyes were thine, proud Prince, which in the gleam

Of yon gay meteors lost that better sense,

That o'er the glow-worm doth the star esteem,

And merit's modest blush o'er courtly insolence?

--THE GLASS SLIPPER.

The unfortunate Countess of Leicester had, from her infancy upwards,

been treated by those around her with indulgence as unbounded as

injudicious. The natural sweetness of her disposition had saved her from

becoming insolent and ill-humoured; but the caprice which preferred

the handsome and insinuating Leicester before Tressilian, of whose high

honour and unalterable affection she herself entertained so firm an

opinion--that fatal error, which ruined the happiness of her life, had

its origin in the mistaken kindness; that had spared her childhood the

painful but most necessary lesson of submission and self-command. From

the same indulgence it followed that she had only been accustomed to

form and to express her wishes, leaving to others the task of fulfilling

them; and thus, at the most momentous period of her life, she was alike

destitute of presence of mind, and of ability to form for herself any

reasonable or prudent plan of conduct.

These difficulties pressed on the unfortunate lady with overwhelming

force on the morning which seemed to be the crisis of her fate.

Overlooking every intermediate consideration, she had only desired to be

at Kenilworth, and to approach her husband's presence; and now, when

she was in the vicinity of both, a thousand considerations arose at once

upon her mind, startling her with accumulated doubts and dangers, some

real, some imaginary, and all exalted and exaggerated by a situation

alike helpless and destitute of aid and counsel.

A sleepless night rendered her so weak in the morning that she was

altogether unable to attend Wayland's early summons. The trusty guide

became extremely distressed on the lady's account, and somewhat alarmed

on his own, and was on the point of going alone to Kenilworth, in

the hope of discovering Tressilian, and intimating to him the lady's

approach, when about nine in the morning he was summoned to attend her.

He found her dressed, and ready for resuming her journey, but with a

paleness of countenance which alarmed him for her health. She intimated

her desire that the horses might be got instantly ready, and resisted

with impatience her guide's request that she would take some refreshment

before setting forward. "I have had," she said, "a cup of water--the

wretch who is dragged to execution needs no stronger cordial, and that

may serve me which suffices for him. Do as I command you." Wayland Smith

still hesitated. "What would you have?" said she. "Have I not spoken

plainly?"




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