iers to put on the lugubrious
weeds of mourning, and to accompany him to the castle of the Giant, that
there perchance he might discover some means of releasing his six other
daughters, while the noble-minded Rosalinde and Saint Anthony were left
to take care of the city till his return.

When the King of Georgia, after long delay, did not return, the Italian
Knight declared, in impassioned words, that he must proceed in search of
those adventures for the sake of which he had left his native land. To
this the noble-minded Rosalinde replied:--

"Oh! most princely-minded Champion of Italy! It is not Georgia can
harbour me when thou art absent. The sky shall be no sky, the sea no
sea, the earth no earth, if thou do prove inconstant; but if you will
not take me with you, these tender hands of mine shall hang upon your
horse's bridle, till my body, like Theseus's son, be dashed against the
hard flint stones; yet, hard as they are, not harder than I shall deem
your heart."

One only reply to this appeal could the princely-minded Champion make.
It was to tell her that he would bear her away forthwith as his own true
bride. And they thus both being agreed, habited as a page in green
sarcenet, her buskins of the smoothest kid-skin, and her rapier of
Lydian steel, secured over her shoulder by an orange-coloured scarf, and
mounted on a gentle palfrey, she quitted the land of Georgia; one of her
maidens, habited also in page's guise, attending, whom Niccolo took
under his especial care. Thus they travelled; he the bravest, boldest
knight that ever wandered by the way, and she the loveliest lady that
ever mortal eye beheld.

CHAPTER EIGHT.

THE ADVENTURES OF SAINT ANDREW OF SCOTLAND.

And now the adventures of the far-famed Saint Andrew of Scotland claim
our attention, after he quitted the brazen pillar, followed by his
faithful Squire, Murdoch McAlpine of that ilk. On he travelled
eastward, in the face of the rays of the glittering sun, which sparkled
on his shield and casque with dazzling brightness, and so astonished all
beholders that they fled dismayed before him, till he crossed the wild
territories of Russia, and entered the wilder deserts of Siberia. Then,
turning north, he found himself in a region where, for many weary
months, the sun never rose, and he and the faithful Murdoch had to
discover their way by poking before them with their spears, every moment
expecting to meet with some huge monster with who