to Burgundy, distrustful, as it seemed
to Warwick, of her own brother. The nature of this lion-hearted man was,
as we have seen, singularly kindly, frank, and affectionate; and now
in the most critical, the most anxious, the most tortured period of his
life, confidence and affection were forbidden to him. What had he not
given for one hour of the soothing company of his wife, the only being
in the world to whom his pride could have communicated the grief of his
heart, or the doubts of his conscience! Alas! never on earth should he
hear that soft voice again! Anne, too, the gentle, childlike Anne, was
afar; but she was happy,--a basker in the brief sunshine, and blind to
the darkening clouds. His elder child, with her changeful moods, added
but to his disquiet and unhappiness. Next to Edward, Warwick of all
the House of York had loved Clarence, though a closer and more domestic
intimacy had weakened the affection by lessening the esteem. But looking
further into the future, he now saw in this alliance the seeds of many
a rankling sorrow. The nearer Anne and her spouse to power and fame,
the more bitter the jealousy of Clarence and his wife. Thus, in the very
connections which seemed most to strengthen his House, lay all which
must destroy the hallowed unity and peace of family and home.

The Archbishop of York had prudently taken no part whatever in the
measures that had changed the dynasty. He came now to reap the
fruits; did homage to Henry VI., received the Chancellor's seals, and
recommenced intrigues for the Cardinal's hat. But between the bold
warrior and the wily priest there could be but little of the endearment
of brotherly confidence and love. With Montagu alone could the earl
confer in cordiality and unreserve; and their similar position, and
certain points of agreement in their characters, now more clearly
brought out and manifest, served to make their friendship for each other
firmer and more tender, in the estrangement of all other ties, than ever
it had been before. But the marquis was soon compelled to depart from
London, to his post as warden of the northern marches; for Warwick had
not the rash presumption of Edward, and neglected no precaution against
the return of the dethroned king.

So there, alone, in pomp and in power, vengeance consummated, ambition
gratified, but love denied; with an aching heart and a fearless front;
amidst old foes made prosperous, and old friends alienated and ruined,
stood