I picture to myself, with a painful sympathy, Rowena undergoing this disagreeable sentence. All her virtues, her resolution, her chaste energy and perseverance, shine with redoubled lustre, and, for the first time since the commencement of the history, I feel that I am partially reconciled to her. The weary year passes--she grows weaker and more languid, thinner and thinner! At length Ivanhoe, in the disguise of a barrister of the Northern Circuit, is introduced to her cell, and finds his lady in the last stage of exhaustion, on the straw of her dungeon, with her little boy in her arms. She has preserved his life at the expense of her own, giving him the whole of the pittance which her gaolers allowed her, and perishing herself of inanition. There is a scene! I feel as if I had made it up, as it were, with this lady, and that we part in peace, in consequence of my providing her with so sublime a death-bed. Fancy Ivanhoe's entrance--their recognition--the faint blush upon her worn features--the pathetic way in which she gives little Cedric in charge to him, and his promises of protection. “Wilfrid, my early loved,” slowly gasped she, removing her gray hair from her furrowed temples, and gazing on her boy fondly, as he nestled on Ivanhoe's knee--“promise me, by St. Waltheof of Templestowe--promise me one boon!” “I do,” said Ivanhoe, clasping the boy, and thinking it was to that little innocent the promise was intended to apply. “By St. Waltheof?” “By St. Waltheof!” “Promise me, then,” gasped Rowena, staring wildly at him, “that you never will marry a Jewess?” “By St. Waltheof,” cried Ivanhoe, “this is too much, Rowena!”--But he felt his hand grasped for a moment, the nerves then relaxed, the pale lips ceased to quiver--she was no more! CHAPTER VI. IVANHOE THE WIDOWER. Having placed young Cedric at school at the hall of Dotheboyes, in Yorkshire, and arranged his family affairs, Sir Wilfrid of Ivanhoe quitted a country which had no longer any charms for him, and in which his stay was rendered the less agreeable by the notion that King John would hang him, if ever he could lay hands on the faithful follower of King Richard and Prince Arthur.