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strei at her feet, enjoying her smiles
and her sympathy, even though denied
her love.


It is vain,' he said, 4 can find no
happiness here. Beauty has no charms
for me will 60 again to Palestine, and
never return until | see her.'-He
was about to summon his squire when
that individual entered the room.


"There is page, my lord" he said,
'swithout, who wishes to see -ou on ur-
gent business"


''Let him enter"


youth apparently of Italian origin
appeared and stood humbly at the door,
until the knight signed to him to ad
vance. The page looked at the squire;
when his master understanding the
hint, ordered him to leave the ROOM
Then hastily advancing, the youth
threw off his hat, and exposed to view
a contenance of singularly feminine
beauty, for one of his sex.


"Henri! Henri!!r said the pa &c, and
bursting into tears, fell at the knights
feet.


"My own Zeonori?" and the knight
clasped her 10 his bosom; for it was
the Emir's daughter.


"And how did you thread your way
through such innumerabIe dangers q"
asked the knight, using her own tongue,
when after weeping long upon his bos-
ON she was somewhat composed.


81 know not. Your God-for him
now serve-protected me. | fed bear
ing with me few jewels, determined
to seek you out, and be your minstrel as
you have mine. ! assumed this dis
guise, and knowing nothing Of your
language but your name and nation,
found my way hither, where for three
months | have wandered up and down
repeating "Henr: Limoges" AiIength
a jewel of some price induced man tc
bring me hither, and now-now may
be your minstrel, anything do not
send me away


you shall be my own RIDE and
SO it was; and never in Languedon was
more beautiful couple than the Count
de Limoges and the EMIR's DAUGH
TER.