His last words called on his father.

You are faint--bear up--you have more to hear.

You know the crime, but you know not the provocation.

See! this gauntlet is empty; I lost my right hand in his cause, and when I was no longer fit to serve him, I was cast off like a worn out hound, my loss ridiculed, and a cloister recommended, instead of the halls and palaces in which I had my natural sphere! Think on this--pity and assist me." "In what manner can you require my assistance ?" said the trembling maiden; "I can neither repair your loss nor cancel your crime." "Thou canst be silent, Catharine, on what thou hast seen and heard in yonder thicket.

It is but a brief oblivion I ask of you, whose word will, I know, be listened to, whether you say such things were or were not.