and as fast as they bear the wounded to the rear, fresh men supply their places in the assault-Great God! hast thou given men thine own image, that it should be thus cruelly defaced by the hands of their brethren!"

"Think not of that," replied Ivanhoe; “this is no time for such thoughts.-Who yield?—who push their way ?"

"The ladders are thrown down," replied Rebecca, shuddering; "the soldiers lie grovelling under them like crushed reptiles-The besieged have the better."

Saint George strike for us!" said the knight; "do the false yeomen give way?"

"No!" exclaimed Rebecca," they bear themselves right yeomanly-the Black Knight approaches the postern with his huge axe-the thundering blows which he deals, you may hear them above all the din and shouts of the battle-Stones and beams are hailed down on the bold championhe regards them no more than if they were thistledown or feathers."

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"By Saint John of Acre," said Ivanhoe, raising himself joyfully on his couch," methought there was but one man in England that might do such a deed."

"The postern gate shakes," continued Rebecca; "it crashes-it is splintered by his blows-they

rush in the out-work is won-Oh God!-they hurl the defenders from the battlements-they throw them into the moat-O men, if ye be indeed men, spare them that can resist no longer!"

"The bridge-the bridge which communicates with the castle-have they won that pass?" exclaimed Ivanhoe.

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No," replied Rebecca, " the Templar has destroyed the plank on which they crossed-few of the defenders escaped with him into the castlethe shrieks and cries which you hear tell the fate of the others-Alas! I see it is still more difficult to look upon victory than upon battle."

"What do they now, maiden ?" said Ivanhoe; "look forth yet again-this is no time to faint at bloodshed."

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"It is over for the time," said Rebecca; our friends strengthen themselves within the out-work which they have mastered, and it affords them so good a shelter from the foemen's shot, that the garrison only bestow a few bolts on it from interval to interval, as if rather to disquiet than effectually to injure them."

"Our friends," said Wilfred, "will surely not abandon an enterprize so gloriously begun and so happily attained.-O no! I will put my faith in the good knight whose axe has rent heart-of-oak and bars of iron.-Singular," he again muttered to himself, "if there be two who can do a deed of such

derring-do,*—a fetter-lock, and a shackle-bolt on a field sable-what may that mean?-seest thou nought else, Rebecca, by which the Black Knight may be distinguished ?"

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Nothing," said the Jewess; "all about him is black as the wing of the night raven. Nothing can I spy that can mark him further-but having once seen him put forth his strength in battle, methinks I could know him again among a thousand warriors. He rushes to the fray as if he were summoned to a banquet. There is more than mere strength, there seems as if the whole soul and spirit of the champion were given to every blow which he deals upon his enemies. God assoilzie him of the sin of bloodshed!-it is fearful, yet magnificent, to behold how the arm and heart of one man can triumph over hundreds."

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“Rebecca,” said Ivanhoe, “ thou hast painted a hero; surely they rest but to refresh their force, or to provide the means of crossing the moat-Under such a leader as thou hast spoken this knight to be, there are no craven fears, no cold-blooded delays, no yielding up a gallant emprize; since the diffi culties which render it arduous render it also glo rious. I swear by the honour of my house-I vow by the name of my bright lady-love, I would en

* Derring-do-desperate courage.

dure ten years captivity to fight one day by that good knight's side in such a quarrel as this!"

"Alas," said Rebecca, leaving her station at the window, and approaching the couch of the wounded knight," this impatient yearning after action this struggling with and repining at your present weakness, will not fail to injure your returning health-How couldst thou hope to inflict wounds on others, ere that be healed which thou thyself hast received ?"

"Rebecca," he replied, "thou knowest not how impossible it is for one trained to actions of chivalry, to remain passive as a priest, or a woman, when they are acting deeds of honour around him. The love of battle is the food upon which we live -the dust of the mellay is the breath of our nostrils! We live not-we wish to live no longer than while we are victorious and renowned-Such, maiden, are the laws of chivalry to which we are sworn, and to which we offer all that we hold dear."

"Alas!" said the fair Jewess," and what is it, valiant knight, save an offering of sacrifice to a demon of vain glory, and a passing through the fire to Moloch? What remains to you as the prize of all the blood you have spilled-of all the travail and pain you have endured-of all the tears which your deeds have caused, when death hath broken

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his war-horse?"

"What remains ?" cried Ivanhoe; 66 Glory, maiden, glory! which gilds our sepulchre and embalms our name."

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Glory?" continued Rebecca; " alas, is the rusted mail which hangs as a hatchment over the champion's dim and mouldering tomb-is the defaced sculpture of the inscription which the ignorant monk can hardly read to the inquiring pilgrim -are these sufficient rewards for the sacrifice of every kindly affection, for a life spent miserably that ye may make others miserable? Or is there such virtue in the rude rhymes of a wandering bard, that domestic love, kindly affection, peace and happiness, are so wildly bartered, to become the hero of those ballads which vagabond minstrels sing to drunken churls over their evening ale ?"

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By the soul of Hereward!" replied the knight impatiently," thou speakest, maiden, of thou knowest not what. Thou wouldst quench the pure light of chivalry, which alone distinguishes the noble from the base, the gentle knight from the churl and the savage; which rates our life far, far beneath the pitch of our honour; raises us victorious over pain, toil, and suffering, and teaches us to fear no evil but disgrace. Thou art no Christian, Rebecca; and to thee are unknown those high feel