“To-morrow, an’ it so like thee,” answered Sir Edgar. Hildebrand, still holding Evaline to his bosom, bent down to her ear. “Shall it be so, sweet Evaline?” he whispered. The fair girl, whether overcome with her emotion, or restrained by those delicate scruples of her sex, which constitute the charm of modesty, rendered him no oral reply, but gently pressed his trembling hand. As she did so, a loud flourish of trumpets, that made the ear ring again, was heard without. “What have we here?” cried Bernard. Thus speaking, he rushed forwards to the chamber-casement, and threw it open. A concourse of citizens were assembled below; and at Temple-bar, under the archway of the gate, were a troop of mounted heralds, sounding trumpets. As Bernard appeared at the window, the music ceased, and one of the heralds, holding a written paper in his hand, spurred to the front, and, amidst a profound silence, delivered the following =_Proclamation._= “Elizabeth, by the Grace of God, of England, France, and Ireland, Queen, Defender of the Faith, to our loyal citizens of London, and all others, our loving lieges, greeting:-- “Whereas it is not unknown to us, that our right trusty and singular good subjects, throughout this our realm, look with exceeding alarm for the event and issue of that armada, which, as they are well advised, hath been directed against the peace of God’s Church, and the honour and security of our crown, by Philip, King of Spain, and others,-- “And whereas, it hath ever been our royal care, since we espoused this crown and people, to deliver them, our aforesaid subjects, from all concern and tribulation, and make them and their hearts our happy and only husband,-- “Be it known unto all men, by these presents, that we have this morning received an advertisement from our Admiral, my Lord Howard of Effingham, setting forth that he hath, with great slaughter of the enemy, entirely overcome, and utterly put to the rout, the said Armada, for which we humbly give God our hearty thanks. “Given under our hand and seal, at our court of Westminster, this 30th day of July, in the year of our Lord God 1588, and the thirtieth year of our reign. “ELIZABETH, R.” As the herald ceased speaking, the roar of the Tower guns, firing a _feu de joie_, burst on the ear; and the voices of the populace rose in one heart-thrilling shout of GOD SAVE THE QUEEN! THE END. London: HENRY RICHARDS, Brydges street, Covent-garden. Transcriber’s Notes: Period spelling and hyphenation were retained. Missing punctuation added; extraneous punctuation (quotation marks) removed. However, the following apparent printing errors were detected and corrected (where possible). “accurary” changed to “accuracy” on page 5. (with surprising accuracy)