His contemporary (William Wyrcestre) highly extols his learning.]--a wizard, because, O Father!--because his pursuits were thine!" Adam, startled by this burst, looked at his daughter with more attention than he usually evinced to any living thing.

"Child," he said at length, shaking his head in grave reproof, "let me not say to thee, 'O thou of little faith!' There were no heroes were there no martyrs!" "Do not frown on me, Father," said Sibyll, sadly; "let the world frown,--not thou! Yes, thou art right.

Thou must triumph at last." And suddenly, her whole countenance changing into a soft and caressing endearment, she added, "But now come, Father.

Thou hast laboured well for this morning.

We shall have a little feast for thee in a few minutes.