“But, O, my beautiful Mabel, sometimes a strange shuddering fear comes over me, that in that gay and gorgeous world where your future steps will wander, you will be so admired, courted, and caressed, that you will cease to yearn for the simple home of your girlhood, cease to love—” “Nay, Walter, speak not those dreadful words? Say not you doubt the faith, the love, the constancy of years: oh! do not let us add this drop to the bitter cup we are called upon to drink. Ah! if I thought you could _doubt_ me, I should have lost the only happiness that yet remains for me—the thought of your full and perfect trust in my love. Do not let us doubt each other for one moment, Walter dearest; it would be to break the only tie yet left between us, our mutual trust.” “Forgive me, sweet Mabel, my beloved, once my plighted wife—nay, let me not speak that word! Ah! _Mabel, Mabel_, what have I left to live for?” “God, and thine own soul, beloved: let me support and strengthen thee in this our greatest trial; for, from thy example, how often have I gathered fortitude and patience. And remember, Walter dearest, that just as full, as perfect, as entire and devoted as your _love_, so may be your _faith_ in me. I ask you, as my last request, to feel this always, though it may sometimes seem _hard_, though years of silence may pass, for I know you can never, never forget me!” “I do—I will trust you always, my beloved. I ask from _you_ no promise, but, before Heaven! I solemnly pronounce myself yours; and should God in his wisdom see fit to forbid our ever again meeting, my heart shall still cherish your image only, and go widowed to its grave.” Night had already filled the firmament with its countless stars, ere the young lovers, for the last time, slowly and sadly wended their way to the happy home of Mabel’s childhood and youth. Ah! who can tell the bitterness of that parting; the choking thoughts that could not be uttered, the throbbing hearts whose chords had been so rudely severed; earth had for them no sterner lesson, the light of life is faded—well will it be if “in the darkness stars arise, and the night is holy.” CHAPTER III. “Your house within the city Is richly furnished with plate and gold, Basins and ewers, to lave your dainty hands, Your hangings all of Tyrian tapestry.” Taming of the Shrew.