"Cuthbert, do not go--ah, do not go!" "And wherefore not, my Cherry ?" "I am afraid.

I had such dreams last night.

And, Cuthbert, didst thou not heed?
Notedst thou not how in handing the salt at supper thy hand shook, and it was spilled?
I like not such auguries; they fill my heart with fear.

Do not go--ah, do not!" Cuthbert smiled as he caressed his little love, not averse to feeling her soft arms clinging round his neck, yet quite disposed to laugh at her youthful terrors.
"But what dost thou fear, sweetheart ?" "I fear everything," she replied, with inconsequent vehemence.

"I remember the stories I have heard of the wiles of the priests, and how they tempt unwary men to their destruction.