Chrysostom’s withering eyes were levelled at both his victims; he stood with his arm extended in the attitude of denunciation, and every lineament of his gigantic figure seemed to grow in power and malignity. Kara Aziek shuddered, turned deathly pale, and closing her eyes, suffered her head to fall back upon the shoulder of her Lord. Sebastian earnestly gazed on the man before him: “Of what stuff art thou formed?” he said, “art thou man, or devil? is it avarice, or ambition, or hellish bigotry, that has prompted thee to a deed like this? O! blind to the merciful and faithful character of him thou professest to follow! thinkest thou that he will reward thee for perjury and lies? study his doctrines better.” “Away with him!” cried Chrysostom, “the revilings of reprobate souls, are the testimonies of the saints--my glory is his opprobrium.” The soldiers now hurried their prisoner forward, who (suffered to hold her in his arms from whom he trusted nothing but death would hereafter divide him) still retained a gleam of comfort to illuminate future days of darkest misery. The loathsomeness of the dungeon into which they were thrust, was a melancholy earnest of their intended treatment: but Sebastian complained not; and all devoted to the hard task of detaining the flitting soul of his Aziek, in its feeble tenement, he passed a weary day without learning to what fate he was doomed. His thoughts were less employed upon personal sufferings, than with amazed consideration of the black treachery of him whom the Portuguese had so incautiously trusted; and many were the censures he passed on them for their credulity. But in truth Sebastian blamed them unjustly: hypocrisy is the only evil that walks unseen “by man and angels;” and father Chrysostom was a hypocrite even to himself: he could cajole and cheat his own soul. While his thoughts were in reality fixed upon earthly distinctions, he believed they were solely turned towards heavenly ones. He fasted, he prayed, he mortified his affections and his senses; he distributed alms, he visited sufferers, he arrayed his body in “sackcloth and ashes,” and he persuaded himself that he did all this from love and zeal for our divine master. But it was the praise of men he coveted, rather than the approbation of conscience; and having early fixed his eyes on the triple crown, he placed not his foot except where the step promised to lead towards that envied object.