dignant at not seeing Julian foremost among her worshippers, promptly accepted the hand of the Earl of Chester, a very handsome King John. And when Julian drew near to claim her, she said, with a taunting smile, "If you had cared about dancing with me, you would have secured me long ago—I am engaged now."

Julian had never been so much in love with Augusta as on that night; it was because he was so engrossed by her beauty, that he had forgotten the formality of engaging her. He did not love her the less for her self-appreciation and prompt revenge. Alas! alas! all the patient devotion and tender dependence women often lavish on those they love, only raise the lover into a tyrant, while a playful indifference and proud self-appreciation converts him into the slave!

Julian grew pale, and there were tears in his eyes; but he walked proudly away, and engaged Lady Jane. Lady Jane was very handsome, and with that sort of vivacity which in a ball-room passes for wit. Bnt, in spite of

himself, Julian could not seem engrossed by her; he found no words to parry her persiflage; his eyes would watch the beautiful Rebecca, coquetting with King John. His heart felt swollen, his throat seemed contracted. Poor Julian! he was jealous for the first time!

"Sir Knight," said Lady Jane, archly, you give the fair Rowena too much cause for jealousy; it is evident Rebecca has not tended your sick bed in vain. Fie upon a Christian knight, who loves a Jewish maiden !”

"Loves! fair queen!" replied Julian, trying to rouse himself" who ever looked on Mary of Scotland without learning to love her, and forget all other love?"

"But those whose eyes are riveted on another, who have not given themselves the trouble to look upon her, are not likely to learn those lessons."

Perhaps such dread to learn the lesson of Love from so stern a teacher as Despair." "But Hope," replied the lady, glancing tenderly at him, and almost imperceptibly pressing Ivanhoe's cold hand-" Hope, a very

pleasant fellow and a particular friend of mine, would accept you as a pupil, and complete you, as the writing-masters say, in six easy lessons."

Lady Jane was a young widow, but a finished coquette. She greatly admired Julian, and always flirted with him when she could. She affected to treat him as a boy, to whom she could say any thing; but she thought him man enough to be her husband, if she could ensnare him, particularly as he was so rich and she so much in debt.

"Beautiful queen!" he replied, of course returning the pressure of her hand, “I will try to engage him as my teacher, but I fear I have no capacity."

"Silly boy!" replied the lady, tapping him with her fan, "you are such a mischievous indolent truant, you are scarcely worth the pains I take with you. I won't trouble myself about you any more. Here for the last month I've

been quite ill with anxiety on your account. Not only must you go squandering your time in attempting to snare a certain bright hum

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ming-bird, but, because another idle varlet joins in the chase, you must risk your silly life, and forthwith shoot, and be shot at!"

"Ah! you have only the popular version of that story, fair queen."

"And much trouble you have taken, sir knight, to let me have any other. Now, as the quadrille is over, I order you, on pain of our royal displeasure, to come to our court tomorrow at two P. M., and tell me the whole story of that affair. Then, if I am pleased with the version, I'll introduce you to my friend Hope, and, perhaps, attend at his first lesson myself."

Too sick at heart to find any reply to this challenge, but an humble assent, Julian led the lady to her seat, pressed her hand, and then hurried away into some deserted room, to hold commune for the first time with Jealousy, new and unwelcome guest.

Meanwhile the ball went gaily on; the quadrilles of Saxon and Jewish maidens were pronounced unequalled. Augusta, fêted, flattered, all-engrossed, did not notice Julian's

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absence, but Ellen perceived it too soon. surely, it is self-love which is blind; true love is ever waking, ever watchful. The quadrille over, she went up to Augusta, and whispered an inquiry. Augusta looked round.

"He is gone!" said Ellen; "he has not been here for the last hour!"

Augusta's heart smote her; she felt rather uneasy-"Seek him, Ellen," she said, "and tell him I forgive him."

"And that you will dance the next waltz with him ?"

Yes, after this quadrille. I cannot lose this quadrille."

Ellen heeded not the loss of a quadrille for herself. She hastened away on her errand of mercy. De Villeneuve rose to follow her; she refused his escort, and he returned to Annie, who was sitting silent and sad. But a few poetical rhapsodies and flaming compliments restored her gaiety. The beautiful Rowena passed through brilliant groups, whose admiration fell unheeded on her ear; she passed by many mirrors, without once glan