Oh, leave sighing! thought is vain Of all the treasures past; Hope and fear, delight and pain, Are clay, and cannot last. Farewell; and sing lullabie To all the things that pass us by. They go to sleep, Though we may weep, And never come again.--Nennie. III. Oh, leave looking--on the wave That dances in the ray; See! now it curls its crest so brave, And now it melts away. Farewell; and sing lullabie To all the things that pass us by. They go to sleep, Though we may weep, And never come again.--Nennie. The voice was so sweet, the music was so plaintive, that, without knowing it, and though she sang in a low and subdued tone, the singer had every ear turned to listen. Richard of Woodville did not require to see her face, to recognise Ella Brune, though the change in her dress might have proved an effectual means of concealment, had she been disposed to hide herself from him. The peculiarly mellow and musical tone of her voice was enough; and, as soon as the lay ceased, Woodville crossed over and spoke to her. But she showed no surprise at seeing him, greeting him with a smile, and answering gaily to his inquiry, if she knew that he was in the same ship,--"Certainly; that was the reason that I came. I am going to be headstrong, noble sir, for the rest of my life. I would not go to York, as you see; for I fancied that when people have got hold of that which does not belong to them, they may strike at any hand which strives to take it away, especially if it be that of a woman." "You are right, Ella," answered Richard of Woodville; "I had not thought of that." "Then I am going to Peronne, or it may be to Dijon," continued Ella, in a tone still light, notwithstanding the somewhat melancholy character of her song; "because I think I can be of service, perhaps, to some who have been kind to me; and then, too, I intend to amass great store of money, and marry a scrivener." "You are gay, Ella," replied Woodville, somewhat gravely, sitting down beside her, as she still leaned over the side of the vessel. "Do you see those waves?" she said; "and how they dance and sparkle?" "Yes," replied her companion; "what then?" "There are depths beneath!" answered Ella. "Henceforth I will be gay--on the surface, at least, like the sunny sea; but it is because I have more profound thoughts within me, than when I seemed most sad. Keep my secret, noble sir." "That I will, Ella," replied Woodville; "but tell me--Did my servant find you out?" "Yes, and did me good service," answered the girl; "for he brought me here." "And the poor fool was afraid I should be offended," said Woodville; "for he has avoided mentioning your name."