f their father and the king. They had only, with their mother, reached Middleham two days before, and the preceding night an advanced guard had arrived at the castle to a

he white steed of Clarence. Yes! it is he! it is my Georg

sighing; "what rapture to awa

the opposite of a Clarence to be to thy heart what a Clarence is to mine. I love George's gay humour,-thou lovest a melancholy brow. I love that charming weakness which supples to my woman will,-thou lovest a proud nature that may command thine o

ratory, a

been sad

price will stir the earl up to some rash emprise. My father's letter, bro

rly, "my mother confides in thee

N

The barons will call on him to resign; and then-and then, Anne- sis

sh it down! Abuse not your influence with Clarence.

overs all the sins schemed

flashed and her form dilated. H

with jewels; the sleeves tight, with the second or over sleeves, that, loose and large, hung pendent and sweeping even to the ground; and the gown, velvet of cramousin, trimmed with ermine,-made a costume not less graceful than magnificent, and which, where compressed, set off the exquisite symmetry of

esignation that even the proud Isabel was touched; and kissing her mo

hem, tremble to hear the faintest murmur that threatens a civil war." She paused, and forcing a smile to her lips, added, "Our woman fears must not, however, sadden our lords with an unwelcome countenance

m's impatience, spurred alone through the gloomy arch, and Isabel, catching sight of his countenance lifted towards the ramparts, uttered a cry, and waved h

her lord's return, and gently escaping his embrace, she glanced with a blush towar

hful followers do witness with what glee a fair bride inspires a retur

r?" asked Isabel, hastily, and i

royal brother has announced his intention of addressing the principal officers of the

cken our steps; come, Anne." The countess took the arm of the younger sister, while the

r reconciled

Edward

soldiers of his own a

lke and St. John have retired to their towers in sullen dudgeo

me, many

in

ould the successor

would tempt me to? Edward IV. spares the life of Henry VI

murder? No! surely the career before you seems plain and spotless! Can Edward reign? Deserted by the barons, and wearing away even my father's long-credulous l

be added falteringly, "believe me, Warwi

d Isabel; "but hark! they are lowe