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soners in their cells, from the mouths of the very men upon whose judgment that day hung the issues of life or death! It was only when the Bishop of Winchester, followed by the long-expected Warden of Beaulieu, entered the hall that every sound was hushed, and the trials at once began.

In one of the remotest and stillest, though by no means one of the most uncomfortable cells of the prison, Brother Ambrose and Walter, having undergone a con, finement of many weary weeks, were now anxiously awaiting their summons to trial, and, as both confidently hoped, deliverance. And yet sad and touching was the scene that might have been witnessed there at the very time when their case was being brought on. Walter, with his pale and sunken face reposing against the cold prison wall, had lain some time watching the multitudinous motes that peopled a solitary sunbeam stealing through the narrow window, and listening to the birds in the hawthorn-bushes without. Brother Ambrose sat in another corner, reading a theological treatise left him by the Chaplain or Confessor of the prison. Imprisonment had already sadly told upon the old monk's shattered frame, albeit the old fire still shone in his eye. But ever and anon a low moan of pain escaped his lips, and he rocked convulsively to and fro, covering his forehead with his hands. It was not long before this attracted the attention of Walter.

"Father Ambrose," he cried, anxiously drawing near to where he sat, "you must be ill; you have been moaning to yourself this hour. I have not got a single answer to any of my questions about the trial, or anything else. There, now the sweat of pain is standing thick upon your forehead! O, shame, shame on the pitiless wretches

that can keep an old man like you in such a place as this on mere suspicion!"

"Stay, my son," interrupted the old man, raising his hand imploringly, and speaking in a low, feeble tone, "keep thy tongue from evil, and thy lips from guile. It is true that we ill deserve this hard treatment, at the hands of those who can have but small reasons for suspecting our guilt. Still, against me mine own words must testify; for I have said aloud in the ears of strangers, even as I will boldly say again before our judges, that in very many things I believe and feel with those who would bring back the old religion of this country. Yet not through love of the old have I refused the new. For the sake of obedience to those temporally and spiritually set over me, I am ready, even as heretofore, to make the best of England's Church, even as she is; nor, so much as by naming things not allowed, to offend the Holy Brotherhood. Then wherein have I offended? or what need that poor Brother Ambrose should be put out of the way, as though he were Satan's agent, whom to permit at large would be perilous to souls ?"

He was growing animated; but the exertion proved somewhat too much for him, and he fell weeping upon the shoulder of his young companion and pupil, who wept aloud.

"As for thee, my poor boy," suddenly he began again, "there cannot be the shadow of a cause wherefore they can punish thee, except it be for love of me, and too much readiness to abide by my counsel. Some enemy has wrought malice against thee; but God will bring innocence to light. Fear nothing! And yet-Oh! my pain increases upon me; my heart feels cold. Hold me up a little longer, Walter: GOD bless thee, beloved boy !—I was about saying, I am not sorry this hath happened to thee;

it was God's hand, and thou hast been humbled under it. The unloving acts of men have made thee more loving and gentle. This trying captivity has been thy martyrdom, and thou hast glorified GOD in it. Go, call aloud at the door, Walter; my heart grows colder, and a film is on my eyes. Blessed JESUS! be merciful to me!"

Overcome with horror and grief at the sudden change which came over the old man,-his heavy, irregular breathing, his half-closed eyes, his clenched hands,Walter sprang towards the door, and cried aloud for help. For some time there was no reply. At length the door opened, and a soldier, in a surly tone, bade him. be quiet till his turn came. Ten minutes after, heavy steps were heard in the passage without; the door opened again, and an officer of the prison, attended by two others, called upon the prisoners to follow him to the hall of trial. Receiving no answer, they drew near, and found Brother Ambrose quite dead, and Walter, half stupified with agony and horror, prostrate upon his rigid corpse.

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When this melancholy intelligence was announced, and the commissioners were consulting on the propriety of deferring till the next day the trial of the surviving prisoner, Swayne, the robber, amidst a group of Beaulieu servants, was standing at the door, where he could see and hear all, without being seen himself. Imagine his surprise to recognise, in the person who had stood up to accuse the prisoners, his old friend and employer, Ralph Grimman! Not wishing, however, to expose himself just then, espe cially as the deferring of the trial assured him of another meeting to-morrow, he resolved to seek an interview with the Warden of Beaulieu immediately after the breaking up of the meeting, and tell him all.

"Verily there is a GOD that judgeth the world!" exclaimed the pious Lord of Beaulieu, with fervour, when

Swayne had finished the narration of his meeting with Grimman, and of all his former dealings with him. "See, my friend, how He bringeth down one, and setteth up another; how He ever raises up instruments just when and where they are needed, and how, even here, He brings good out of evil. That poor little girl's captivity is the cause of your conversion, and that brings you to Winchester just in time to save an innocent youth from shame, if not from punishment; and at the same time to bring to light the long-hidden villanies of Grimman. How clearly is a Divine Hand in all this! And now, Swayne," added the Warden, with increased kindness of tone and manner, "I am truly rejoiced to tell you that I have obtained, through the Bishop of Winchester, a full pardon for you, on condition of your becoming a servant henceforward, either at Beaulieu, or at Winchester. Which prefer you ?"

"An' it please your lordship," replied Swayne, “let me live and die in your service."

"So you shall, then," said the Lord Warden; "and it happens that, at this very time, we need a warder of the outer gate and tower at Beaulieu; yours would seem a quick eye and a stout arm, wherefore my nephew, our lieutenant, shall for nally appoint you at once.-Stay, Swayne, a word concerning the unhappy man Grimman, of whom I believe all you have told me. I would, if possible, bring him to confess his crimes, before adding to them a repetition of the perjured witness against the poor lad in custody, for which he is doubtless ready tomorrow as to-day. How could it be accomplished ?”

"If your lordship judgeth my poor counsel of any service, I would suggest that, with a little contrivance, he might be frightened into confessing all his mind."

"How? is he at all superstitious ?"

"Yea, my lord, though he laughs at the idea of another

world, I have known him many a time grow pale with horror at the thought of a Spirit from another world visiting him."

"But certes, good fellow," laughingly inquired the warden, "thou wouldest not be playing at ghosts for his benefit ?"

"Of a surety would I, if only your lordship will insure me protection against all unpleasant consequences: and thus would I proceed. Grimman has long ago persuaded his guilty mind that the little girl is dead, murdered at his bidding by my band. I would then find out where his sleeping place is to be, and, if possible, have it ordered for him in a chamber where two doors are opposite, so that one might easily enter by one and pass out by another. Let the maiden, his step-daughter, be arrayed in white, led by my hand, pass gently, or rather glide from door to door, lightened by tapers on either side, until he is awakened and perceives us. Then well I know his heart will be smitten with the madness of superstitious terror, and the chaplain of the castle may easily gain his confession."

"A very simple but ingenious process, I declare," said the witty warden, laughing aloud at the coolness with which Swayne proposed his stratagem. "It shall be done. Let the chaplain at once be prepared for his part, if his reverence thinketh it within the rules of holy Church. The maiden shall be properly attired as a ghost by curfew hour this evening. But remember, not a word of this to living man or woman. Dost hear ?"

"Trust me for that, noble master," replied the warder elect of Beaulieu, as he respectfully retired from the room. Grimman had early retired to the sleeping chamber provided for him, as one who was engaged to bear witness in a state trial. But, wearied as his body was with travelling and the excitements of the day, he could

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