The fair-haired maiden standeth apart In the chapel gloom, with breaking heart. But a smile broke over her face as she said, "The draught was well measured, I ween; He liveth, thank Allah, but not to wed His beautiful Christine. No lance hath Miolan couched to-day: Let the bride for the bridegroom watch, and pray. Till the lists shall hear the shriek Of the Dauphin's daughter borne away By the Knight of Pilate's Peak." TO BE CONTINUED. {46} A LETTER TO THE REV. E. B. PUSEY, D.D., ON HIS RECENT EIRENICON. BY JOHN HENRY NEWMAN, D.D., OF THE ORATORY. Veni, Domine, et noli tardare, relaxa facinora plebi tuae; et rovoca dispersos in terram suam. No one who desires the union of Christendom, after its many and long-standing divisions, can have any other feeling than joy, my dear Pusey, at finding from your recent volume that you see your way to make definite proposals to us for effecting that great object, and are able to lay down the basis and conditions on which you could co-operate in advancing it. It is not necessary that we should concur in the details of your scheme, or in the principles which it involves, in order to welcome the important fact that, with your personal knowledge of the Anglican body, and your experience of its composition and tendencies, you consider the time to be come when you and your friends may, without imprudence, turn your minds to the contemplation of such an enterprise. Even were you an individual member of that church, a watchman upon a high tower in a metropolis of religious opinion, we should naturally listen with interest to what you had to report of the state of the sky and the progress of the night, what stars were mounting up or what clouds gathering; what were the prospects of the three great parties which Anglicanism contains within it, and what was just now the action upon them respectively of the politics and science of the time. You do not go into these matters; but the step you have taken is evidently the measure and the issue of the view which you have formed of them all.