Boon's Lick times. [volume] (Fayette, Mo.) 1840-1848, 1843-05-20

and preserve you--" and she turned away
to hide her tears.
A new light broke in on the minstrel
Could il be that he was beloved? Was
this the cause of the kindness with which
he had been treated? With sudden hope
he was about to fling himself at the feet
Of the princess, when one Of her fathers
eunuchs entered the apartment. and he was
forced TO resume his instrument in order
to conceal his emotion No further oppor-
tunity to speak with bis mistress occurred
during the day, and he left her presence
toward evening in despair
Should he avail himself of her offer to
escaped IF he were certain of her love,
nothing could induce him to fly without
her; but did she love him! This question.
the captive could not answer. Harrassed
with doubts, he saw the appointed hour
arrive, without having come to any conclu-
sion. A new hope now arose. He would
meet his mistress at the postcrn. Alas
there was no one there but a eunuch whom
she had bribed who was perversely silent.
The minstrel was still in doubt, when
lights were seen in the garden, advancing
towards the pos,ern. No time was to be
lost. The eunuch pushed him into the
boat the crew of which instantly rowed off
from the land, and the captive, yielding to
his fate, babe farewell forever to the Emr's
daughter.
But he could not forget her. Even after
arriving at the christian camp and resum.
ing his round, 0or all had thought him
deatD his only thought was Of the Saracen
beauty, and long he fingered in Palestine,
when his interest should have called him
home, hoping to hear of her. But despair
at length took possession Of him, and he
returned sadly to Europe, where the fair
est ladies of his own gay Province strove
in vain to win him, by their smiles.
Oh! had he known the agony with which
the Emir's daughter watched, from her
tower, his dcparture-had he been told
how, day by day, she sought to CLEAN
some intelligence of his arrival at the chris
tan camp, he would have left his broad
| possessions at once, and found his way
back to her, through a thousand perils,
rather than she should consider him un-
grateful. But little did he imagine the sa-
crifcc she had made Since the first day
she had seen the pale but still noble looking
captive, she had surrendered to him her
heart, and the offer of his freedom sprang
from the heroic wish to sec him happy,
even though at The sacrifice Of his company.
Had he spoken his love then, few words
would have induced her 10 sacrifice father,
country, and faith, to follow him; but he
was silent, and she feared her love was de-
spiscd. Still her noble heart refused TO
take its revenge by ntcrrupting his escape;
but she watched his departure hoping to
the last that he would communicate with
her; and when she could no more catch
the shadowy figure Of the recoding boat,
she flung herself on her cushions and wept
as if her heart would break. From that
day her attendants noticed that she grew
palcr and thinner. as if some secret malady
was eating out her life. But none sus-
pected the truth.
In the proud castle Of Limoges sat the
owner, leaning his head with detected
air on his hand. He was thinking of her
who had set him free from his Moslcm