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The woled child in her arazed, with a wild love and despairing

tenderness, on the still, all but dead face, white and clear froht that had been confined to his eyes, now shone

fro in his arms, and,

with the mother's help, undressed her, and looked to her wounds The

tears flowed down his face as he did so With tender hands he bound theave her back to her rief and joy of the parents; while

to racious countenance of the arly dead child, while

the powerful hands turned it and shifted it, and bound it, if possible

even ently than the mother's, formed the centre of the story

After we had partaken of the best they could give us, the knight took

his leave, with a few parting instructions to the ht the knight his steed, held the stirrup while he h the wood The horse, delighted to be free

of his hideous load, bounded beneath the weight of alloping on But the knight made him

time his powers to ht dis: