d instantly the signal was given and
the hymn commenced. It was taken up as the steeples of a great city in
the silence of the night take up the new hour that has just arrived; one
by one the mighty voices rose till they all blended in one vast waving
sea of sound. Warner and some others welcomed Gerard and Morley, and
ushered them, totally unprepared for such a reception, to an open
carriage drawn by four white horses that was awaiting them. Orders were
given that there was to be no cheering or any irregular clamour. Alone
was heard the hymn. As the carriage passed each Trade, they followed
and formed in procession behind it; thus all had the opportunity of
beholding their chosen chief, and he the proud consolation of looking
on the multitude who thus enthusiastically recognised the sovereignty of
his services.

The interminable population, the mighty melody, the incredible order,
the simple yet awful solemnity, this representation of the great cause
to which she was devoted under an aspect that at once satisfied
the reason, captivated the imagination, and elevated the heart--her
admiration of her father, thus ratified as it were by the sympathy of a
nation--added to all the recent passages of her life teeming with such
strange and trying interest, overcame Sybil. The tears fell down her
cheek as the carriage bore away her father, while she remained under the
care of one unknown to the people of Mowbray, but who had accompanied
her from London,--this was Hatton.

The last light of the sun was shed over the Moor when Gerard reached it,
and the Druids' altar and its surrounding crags were burnished with its
beam.

Book 5 Chapter 11

It was the night following the day after the return of Gerard to
Mowbray. Morley, who had lent to him and Sybil his cottage in the dale,
was at the office of his newspaper, the Mowbray Phalanx, where he now
resided. He was alone in his room writing, occasionally rising from
his seat and pacing the chamber, when some one knocked at his door.
Receiving a permission to come in, there entered Hatton.

"I fear I am disturbing an article," said the guest.

"By no means: the day of labour is not at hand. I am very pleased to see
you."

"My quarters are not very inviting," continued Hatton. "It is remarkable
what bad accommodation you find in these great trading towns. I should
have thought that the mercantile traveller had been a comfortable
animal--not to say a luxurious; but I f