The morning dawns, and the archbishop awaits me in the royal chapel." "And what will you say to him, beloved ?" "I will make my confession to him." "How! so you will then betray our love to him ?" "Oh," said she, with a bewitching smile, "that is a secret between us and God; and only to Him alone can we confess it; because He alone can absolve us from it.

Farewell, then, Seymour, farewell, and think of me till we see each other again! But when--say, when shall we meet again ?" "When there is a night like this one, beloved, when the moon is not in the heavens.

Oh, then I could wish there were a change of the moon every week," said she, with the charming innocence of a child.

"Farewell, Seymour, farewell; we must part." She clung to his tall, sturdy form as the ivy twines around the trunk of an oak.

Then they parted.