tly and proudly wherever my spirit lists,
than to press sweet kisses on a rosy lip, imprisoned by a woman's
smile."

"Nay, shame on thee!" replied Douglas, still jestingly. "Thou a true
knight, and speak thus; were there not other work to do, I would e'en
run a tilt with thee, to compel thee to forswear thy foul treason
against the fair."

"Better spend thy leisure in wooing Isoline; trust me, she will not be
won ere wooed. How now, Sir Knight of the Branch, has the fiend
melancholy taken possession of thee again? give her a thrust with thy
lance, good friend, and unseat her. Come, soul of fire as thou art in
battle, why dost thou mope in ashes in peace? Thou speakest neither for
nor against these matters of love; wilt woo or scorn the little god?"

"Perchance both, perchance neither," replied the knight, and his voice
sounded sadly, though he evidently sought to speak in jest. He had
fallen back from the side of Douglas during the previous conversation,
but the flashing eye denoted that it had passed not unremarked. He now
rode up to the side of Lord Edward, keeping a good spear's length from
Lord James, and their converse turning on martial subjects, became more
general. Their march being performed without any incident of note, we
will, instead of following them, take a brief retrospective glance on
those historical events which had so completely and gloriously turned
the fate of Scotland and her patriots, in those five years which the
thread of our narrative compels us to leave a blank.

END OF VOL. I.

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GRACE AGUILAR'S WORKS.

HOME INFLUENCE.
MOTHER'S RECOMPENSE.
VALE OF CEDARS.
WOMAN'S FRIENDSHIP.
DAYS OF BRUCE.
WOMEN OF ISRAEL.
HOME SCENES AND HEART STUDIES.

_1 vol., 12mo, Illustrated, price $1, with a Memoir of the Author,_

HOME INFLUENCE,

A TALE FOR MOTHERS AND DAUGHTERS.

By GRACE AGUILAR.

"Grace Aguilar wrote and spoke as one inspired; she condensed and
spiritualized, and all her thoughts and feelings were steeped in the
essence of celestial love and truth. To those who really knew Grace
Aguilar, all eulogium falls short of her deserts, and she has left a
blank in her particular walk of literature, which we never expect to see
filled up."--_Pilgrimages to English Shrines, by Mrs. Hall._

"A clever and interesting tale, corresponding well to its name,
illustrating the silent, constant influence of a wise and affectionate
parent over