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at leaving: his fair child without friends in the world. I came — a 

 stranger, from mine own country into this, I saw the daughter of 

 Cornelitz, I loved her and I wooed her — Van Schooreel, hate me 

 not ! I won her ! yet, in tears and deep sadness did she tell me of 

 thy love, of thy parting pledge : her father blessed us, and we were 

 wedded ere he died j" and here the Bohemian folded his arm 

 tenderly round the waist of his wife, who sunk her head on his 

 shoulder and sobbed. " The discovery of thy name," resumed he, 

 " filled me with agonies of alarm j of thine identity I assured 

 myself by showing thee the miniature of the high-born maiden 

 whom, years since, I heard, in Carinthia, thou didst refuse ; and, 

 to my shame do 1 confess it, the withering demon of jealousy 

 found dwelling in my breast ; I strove to strangle our new-born 

 intimacy on the spot, and I thirsted for possession of the pearls 

 which I knew were the gift of mine Unna. But the dark spirit 

 hath departed from me -, thou didst say true when thou spokest of 

 Unna as a seraph walking this earth, — in her virtue — in thine 

 honor — I am safe 3 Frederic Waltzburgh, the husband of Unna, 

 welcometh thee to his friendship — to his home I" the Bohemian 

 extended his hand with a generous cordiality. Struck down with 

 the mightiness of his loss, yet penetrated with admiration of his 

 but too happy rival. Van Schoor6el took the proffered hand, and 

 wrung it with bitter agony — he glanced at Unna, she was gazing 

 tearfully on the face of her husband, but an angelic smile played 

 round her mouth, and the light of a rapturous affection beamed in 

 her eye — that look told him her heart was with her hand ! he 

 could endure no more, the arrow entered his soul ! snatching up 

 the child, he kissed it with wild and unspeakable emotion, while 

 his hot tears fell blindingly on its face — one more glance — one 

 unutterable look at all that was dear to him on earth, and he was 

 gone — gone beyond recal j and the ringing of his spurs, the wild 

 neighing of his steed, and the tramp of its metalled hoofs, as it 

 dashed off with its rider, indicated the violence with which he fled 

 from the scene of his despair. 



And from that day the sun-bright glances of Unna never once 

 beamed on the unfortunate Schooreel. 



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Forty-two years from the date of this incident, a reverend man 

 died at Utrecht : laden with honours and riches he descended to the 

 tomb 3 crowned heads grieved for his departure j and princes 

 followed in the train of his mourners 3 Henry of Nassau, and 

 Rene de Chalons, of the illustrious family of Orange, were num- 

 bered among his pall-bearers, while ambassadors and steel-clad 

 knights and nobles of proud ancestry held torches at his obsequies. 

 The ceremony took place in the principal church 3 the bishop, 

 arrayed in gorgeous pontificals, officiated at the solemnity. An 

 universal stillness pervaded the multitude, while the deep tones of 

 the organ mingled with those of the choristers, floated in fuU 

 bursts of celestial harmony through the aisles j the scene was 

 imposing, all around were affected, and a bright-haired youth. 



