haracters. They ran thus:--

To-morrow, before noon, the Lord Hastings is prayed to visit one whose
life he hath saddened by the thought and the accusation that she hath
clouded and embittered his. KATHERINE DE BONVILLE.

Leaving Hastings to such meditations of fear or of hope as these lines
could call forth, we lead the reader to a room not very distant from his
own,--the room of the illustrious Friar Bungey.

The ex-tregetour was standing before the captured Eureka, and gazing on
it with an air of serio-comic despair and rage. We say the Eureka, as
comprising all the ingenious contrivances towards one single object
invented by its maker, a harmonious compound of many separate details;
but the iron creature no longer deserved that superb appellation,
for its various members were now disjointed and dislocated, and lay
pell-mell in multiform confusion.

By the side of the friar stood a female, enveloped in a long scarlet
mantle, with the hood partially drawn over the face, but still leaving
visible the hard, thin, villanous lips, the stern, sharp chin, and the
jaw resolute and solid as if hewed from stone.

"I tell thee, Graul," said the friar, "that thou hast had far the best
of the bargain. I have put this diabolical contrivance to all manner of
shapes, and have muttered over it enough Latin to have charmed a monster
into civility. And the accursed thing, after nearly pinching off three
fingers, and scalding me with seething water, and spluttering and
sputtering enough to have terrified any man but Friar Bungey out of his
skin, is obstinatus ut mulum,--dogged as a mule; and was absolutely good
for nought, till I happily thought of separating this vessel from all
the rest of the gear, and it serves now for the boiling my eggs! But by
the soul of Father Merlin, whom the saints assoil, I need not have given
myself all this torment for a thing which, at best, does the work of a
farthing pipkin!"

"Quick, master; the hour is late! I must go while yet the troopers and
couriers and riders, hurrying to and fro, keep the gates from closing.
What wantest thou with Graul?"

"More reverence, child!" growled the friar. "What I want of thee is
briefly told, if thou hast the wit to serve me. This miserable
Warner must himself expound to me the uses and trick of his malignant
contrivance. Thou must find and bring him hither!"

"And if he will not expound?"

"The deputy governor of the Tower will lend me a stone dungeon, and,