Heaven required to be raised higher and earth made wider, before a full sweep could be given to her own majestic flight.

We are further informed that she was a Minerva for eloquence, that she composed matchless poems which she sang most exquisitely to the sound of her lute, and that her familiar letters were so full of genius, that "poor Cicero" was but a fool to her in the same branch of composition.

The world has shuddered for ages at the dark tragedy of her nuptials.

Was it strange that hatred, incest, murder, should follow in the train of a wedding thus hideously solemnized?
Don John, as in his Moorish disguise he had looked upon her perfections, had felt in danger of becoming really the slave he personated--"her beauty is more divine than human," he had cried, "but fitter to destroy men's souls than to bless them;" and now the enchantress was on her way to his dominions.

Her road led through Namur to Liege, and gallantry required that he should meet her as she passed.