CHAPTER XXIII.
"High erected thought, seated in a heart of courtesy." SIR PHILIP SIDNEY.
"A sweet attractive kinde of grace, A full assurance given by lookes, Continuall comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel bookes." MATTHEW ROYDON, on Sir Philip Sidney.
I had not gone far, for I had but just lost sight of the hated tower, when a voice of another sort, sounding near or far, as the trees permitted or intercepted its passage, reached me.

It was a full, deep, manly voice, but withal clear and melodious.

Now it burst on the ear with a sudden swell, and anon, dying away as suddenly, seemed to come to me across a great space.

Nevertheless, it drew nearer; till, at last, I could distinguish the words of the song, and get transient glimpses of the singer, between the columns of the trees.

He came nearer, dawning upon me like a growing thought.