and hung, as I thought, a corpse upon my arm. When I
looked upon her pallid cheeks and livid lips, I could have braved a
thousand deaths sooner than have left her to be buried in their black
and filthy clay; and I spoke from my heart to them, and I think Lady
Constantia spoke too; and they let us pass, me and my dead child!

"I carried her round the chapel, and sank with her into the vault, where
I had been concealed--that which contains the passage leading up to
Minster, and then sloping down the hill; and I placed my daughter on the
ground and closed the entrance, as we have ever done. And then I sat on
the earth and raised her head and shoulders on my knees, and loosening
her kerchief to look at the wound, which I had no doubt had been
inflicted by the Jewess Zillah--shall I ever forget the sensation!--I
cannot describe it, so different from anything I ever felt--ever can
feel:--her bosom was warm, as the fleece of a young unshorn lamb, and
her heart palpitated within it." The rugged Buccaneer covered his face
with his hands, and Robin, in a voice which strong emotion rendered
almost inarticulate, said,----

"I know what must have been your feelings from what I myself felt so
short a time past."

Hugh Dalton slowly withdrew his broad palms from his countenance, and
looking somewhat sternly on the Ranger, replied, "Young man, that you
love my daughter, I have seen but too plainly; and I take it ill that
you told me not of it before." Robin would have interrupted,--but he
motioned him to remain silent. "We will talk of it hereafter;--only
this--you may love her, but you cannot love her with a parent's love. It
is as deep as it is mysterious; it comes with the first look a father
casts upon his babe; the infant, which to the whole world seems a
mis-shapen, an unpleasant thing to look upon, to him is a being of most
perfect beauty--the hope--the prop--the stay of his future life. Upon
that weak, helpless, inanimate creature, his heart leans--the heart of
the strongest man leans upon it. The world holds out no promise to tempt
him like the well-doing of his child. It is a wonderful mystery,"
continued the Buccaneer, reverently uncovering his head, as men do when
they are about to enter a place of worship; "it is most wonderful, the
holy love which comes upon us, for the simple, senseless, powerless
things, that fill us with so much hope, and strength, and energy! I saw
a whale once, who, when her young one was struck by