Her lover's eloquence had extinguished every spark of her pride; and the rebellious heart which so lately was ready to cast off its rosy fetters had no longer a place for any thing but love and sadness.

Gustave saw that he had conquered.
"I go, Lenora," said he, "strong in your affection.

I quit my country and my loved one with a confident hope.

Whatever may happen to me, I will never be downcast.

You will think of me daily, Lenora, will you not ?" "Alas! I have promised my father that I will forget you!" sobbed the maiden, as her hand trembled in his.
"_Forget_ me!" exclaimed Gustave.