of Albinian; Dorimant and Anthemmina, Iarine and Phantasmion, linked together in eternal bliss! Alas! alas! earth had been a scene of sorrow to the dying man, and heaven, he feared, would be no heaven for him. He pressed the hand of his daughter, and, even while the dews of death stood on his forehead, his sunken eyes appeared to glow and be projected by the force of passion. "Promise to marry Karadan, thy dear mother's kinsman," he cried, with struggling utterance; then I shall die in peace: at that moment the unhappy maiden longed to die too, and dwell with both her parents in realms above. She remained silent, while tears flooded her cheeks, and her whole frame trembled. With a faint groan Albinian abandoned her gentle hand, and instantly afterwards he ceased to breathe. Iarine closed his eyes and knelt beside the bed with her face bowed down in sorrow.

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She had remained for some time in this posture lost to all outward sights and sounds, when a well known voice roused her from abstraction. Iarine lifted up her eyes, dim with tears, and beheld the silver pitcher of Anthemmina gleaming in the light admitted by a narrow casement at one end of the rustic chamber. He who held it now advanced from the door, and she saw the dark face and slim figure of Karadan. "Is he dead?" cried the youth, gazing sorrowfully on the couch: “O, say not that he is gone for ever! I have here a blessed medicine, which the kind spirit has given me at my earnest prayer: I myself have felt its wondrous potency." "It comes too late!" replied the maid, with fresh-flowing tears: "charms and witcheries can have no power upon him now, for good or evil." "Woe is me!'

exclaimed the youth, "it would have restored him to health and vigour! How long have I been wandering bewildered in this land of trees ! O would that Feydeleen had shown me thy abode before!" "Many thanks to thee, Karadan!" exclaimed the damsel fervently; "thou hast ever loved and honoured my father!" Karadan wept, and stood looking with a countenance of grief on the face of Albinian; at last he said, in a low voice, "Thy father loved me too, and fain would have had me for a son. Were thou and I united in marriage, his spirit would be ever nigh to bless and to protect us." "O, Karadan !" replied Iarine, "with his dying voice he urged that suit; yet even now, could I restore him to life by granting it, the little word might not be spoken." Karadan remained silent for some time after Iarine had uttered these words, kneeling by the side of the bed; then he clasped his hands, and looking up, with a face of deep anguish, "Yes, yes!" he exclaimed; "it was fated long ago! I see that thou art never to be mine! Thou couldst not consent, even to bring back Anthemmina from exile!" Iarine gazed on Karadan, as if to read his meaning in his eyes, but soon the youth declared that meaning with solemn words and oaths. "Anthemmina yet lives!" he cried; "blame me not that I have concealed this truth till now: hereafter thou shalt know that I am blameless. Anthemmina did not sink beneath the waves, and I can guide thee to the coast, where Feydeleen last night shed balm upon her lonely pillow." Iarine stood rapt, with face upturned and arms outstretched, but motionless; her heart and brain seemed overborne by a multitude of thoughts and feelings which crowded on them at once; a thousand dreams were

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suddenly realised, and started up from the depths of memory into brilliant light. At last she clasped her hands and rushing to her father's side, "O wake again," she wildly cried, " to hear that my mother lives!" "to eyes of him who lay on the couch were open, and he returned her eager gaze. Albinian was not dead: sense and breathing had feebly returned, and he had heard that she whom he had never ceased to love, was yet among the living. He beckoned to Karadan, who stood with eyes fixed on his in amazement. Karadan approached and kneeled by his side. Albinian looked at the maid, then at the youth, and pointed to the silver pitcher now. standing on the floor. His lips moved, and Iarine knew, as she bent over her father, that he was entreating her to be the wife of Karadan, and to seek with him for Anthemmina. "Give me thy hand,” cried the youth rising: then he whispered in Iarine's ear, "Satisfy the soul of Albinian, and thou shalt be freed from this tie by the time that thou beholdest Anthemmina." "The maid no longer held back, but placed her hand in the hand of Karadan, and the youth, firmly grasping it, said aloud, "Thy daughter has betrothed herself to me, and death only can separate us." Iarine marked not the import of these words, her mind being wholly occupied with the change that came over her father's countenance immediately after they were spoken; for his face, though it wore a happy smile. was now again like the face of the dead. Karadan took the

pitcher, and bedewed his body with the charmed liquor supplied by Feydeleen. The effect was marvellous : every wrinkle was removed, soft bloom overspread the cheek, and that body, so miserably wasted by sorrow and

sickness, shewed like the corse of some fair and youthful person whose thread of life had been snapped by sudden accident. But this adorning was only for the tomb; Albinian's spirit had fled a moment after Iarine placed her hand in that of Karadan; the empty tenement looked meet to be inhabited, but the soul returned to it

no more.

Long did Iarine linger over the corse of Albinian ; but, when all hope was gone, having placed her father's remains in a coffin, she went with Karadan to lay them in a hollow among the rocks, where the goatherd promised they should remain in safety till they could be removed to a more august receptacle. That service performed, Iarine besought Karadan to fulfil his promise of conducting her to the abode of Anthemmina, and having mounted a mule, she bade her sorrowful host farewell with many tears, declaring that even when he should cease to be the guardian of her father's body every link would not be severed which bound her to him.

CHAPTER XXXVIII.

PHANTASMION VAINLY ATTEMPTS THE DESTRUCTION OF

GLANDRETH, BUT, ENTERING THE BOWELS OF THE
EARTH, HE MEETS WITH ONE WHO ASSURES HIM OF
VICTORY AND VENGEANCE.

PHANTASMION had hardly set foot in Gemmaura when his guardian spirit appeared before him. Beware," she cried, how thou proceedest in this district: "the foe has been here before thee. Hast thou no remembrance of the country around?" Phantasmion replied that it scarcely seemed new to his eyes. "Not far from hence," rejoined Potentilla, "is the mansion where thy mother used to dwell with Cyradis, her guardian. After marriage Zalia loved to revisit the spot, and see her little son gambol in those green haunts where she herself had sported when a child; and here in her deathsickness she desired to be buried, feeling like one who longs to lie down in the old accustomed chamber. Her ancient friend survived till an hour ago, but Glandreth and his savage band have murdered him." Then Phantasmion cried aloud, and, flinging himself upon the ground, began to tear his bossy ringlets. "It was rumoured," said the Fairy, "that he possessed a treasure, and was acquainted with rich mines. And so they pierced him with spears, on the tomb of his beloved pupil, which he daily visited; then digging into the