will;" and as the lips of the lovers met in one long last kiss, a crash, heard above the roaring of the wind by the terrified servants within the castle walls above, rent the air with horrible sound, and in a few moments nought remained of Jack the boatman's bridge but a few broken spars, which the angry torrent flung upon the banks as it whirled the fragments hither and thither in its rage. And the Primrose and the Lily, whom no mad, revengeful river-spirit had power to sever, rising unharmed to the surface, floated gently down the stream, tightly clasped in each other's arms, towards a quiet pool beneath an overhanging willow, whose bare, leafless branches bowed down, weeping, over their beautiful lifeless bodies, and where the angry current swept by, leaving them unharmed, to sleep their last long sleep together, the fair Lady Shanno's golden hair floating out around them both on the silent surface of the still pool like a halo of glory. CHAPTER XL. REUNION. "The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by-and-by." --ROBERT BROWNING. "So ends my story. If ye think it sad, It is because ye look with weeping eyes, Because for gloom ye cannot see the skies Where Love is Lord, and life forever glad." --JOHN JERVIS BERESFORD.