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happy, beloved, the pledge ofthe hap
Ipiness of two Kingdoms, the object OF
a nations love; and now---0h God
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nations love ; and now--oh God
of mercy!" So.
'sCatharine,' said the queen, earnest
| w, "tell me, a peoples love must prove
their sovereign's blessing. But l, /,
daughter, am hated" .~..4
ssMothcr," answered the princess,
anxious to avoid so fearful a subject;
Essmother, they tell me the Tower of
London is cold and gloomy, a fit abode
For. a bereaved wife and sorrowing
daughter"
"a queen, my child is ever sorrow
ing: / do. not weep for myself, but for
thee, so early called to suffer. And
yet wilt thou leave behind thee queen
Of France more to be pitied even than
Ithyserf. Seest thou that man ?" con-
,tnued she, averting her head and
pointing to a corner of the room. "He
would hate me if God had not bereav-
1 ed him Of reason. Around me are
enemies: The Duke of Burgundy hates
lme,. the Duke of.Bedford needs me not !;
the English despise and insultme and
my son.. oh God! l have lost more
than thou hast lost splendor, hap
lpiness, power, hope and now mustI
lose thee, my only earthly comfort, the
only creature whom | have not harm
ed"
I Her sebs impeded her articulation,
and she paused, exhausted by her own
emotions. Perhaps she hoped Cor one
word of consolation, Of extenuation,
from her daughters lips. Butthe pic
ture was but too faithfully drawn, and
Fagain the shuddering princess hid her
face without articulating syllable. ~
ann not mistaken" continued lsabella,\
sadly ); ''my5future, a hard, fearful flu
Fture is before me. The time is fast APP
prQachipg when alone, forgotten, in
solitude, and perhaps in want, ! shall
terminate life ofambitious projects, blast
led hopes, and unrepented crimes. There
will be no friendly hand to close my eyes,
no kind, heart to drop tear or say a
/ prayer for my SOUL. no human being to
follow to ST. Denis the corpse of the
queen Of France"
!. :'Wolf,''. cried voice which made them
start; sswhere art thou, Wolff"
The speaker was tall thin man, with
venerable white hair, and striking and
noble countenance. J He was standing by
"a small table of ebony covered with cards,
which he occasionally shuffled while his
eyes were fixed with stern and melancho-
ly expression upon velvet cap which lay
!" at his feet. He was dressed in the rich
garb Of the times, but the gold on his
embroidered suit was furnished and the
velvet rusty with age. There was alto
gether an air of neglect, almost, amount
ing to poverty, about this old man,
strangely at variance with the massive
gold chain which encircled his throat.
He seemed to be almost in state of
stuper, though now and then the, name
"Wolf," "WoIf," trembled upon his pale
and quivering lips.
"Catharine," said queen Isabella bitter
ly, "that too is worse than death. Farewell,
beloved one, farewell virtuous or guilty, it
is written women are born to misery.
Farewell then to thee, the only being |
have ever loved must yield to the fate
, l have carved out for myself. But thou.
| my idolized child, promise me never to
: curse thy guilty, thy wretched mother"
;, . ub, c,,oEo che c1acned her dauChteY