CHAPTER VII.
THE SENTENCE.
This singular document, illustrative of the passions of women at all times, and particularly of the manners of the early ages, struck dismay into the heart of the Margrave.
"Are her ladyship's insinuations correct ?" asked the hermit, in a severe tone.

"To correct a wife with a cane is a venial, I may say a justifiable practice; but to fling a bottle at her is ruin both to the liquor and to her." "But she sent a carving-knife at me first," said the heartbroken husband.

"O jealousy, cursed jealousy, why, why did I ever listen to thy green and yellow tongue ?" "They quarrelled; but they loved each other sincerely," whispered Sir Ludwig to the hermit: who began to deliver forthwith a lecture upon family discord and marital authority, which would have sent his two hearers to sleep, but for the arrival of the second messenger, whom the Margrave had despatched to Cologne for his son.

This herald wore a still longer face than that of his comrade who preceded him.
"Where is my darling ?" roared the agonized parent.

"Have ye brought him with ye ?" "N--no," said the man, hesitating.
"I will flog the knave soundly when he comes," cried the father, vainly endeavoring, under an appearance of sternness, to hide his inward emotion and tenderness.
"Please, your Highness," said the messenger, making a desperate effort, "Count Otto is not at the convent." "Know ye, knave, where he is ?" The swain solemnly said, "I do.