"That love I sing, that wondrous love, Which wak'd my sleeping clay; That spread the sky in azure bright And pour'd the golden day," &c. &c. To see youth and beauty, though in a stranger, thus pointing to heaven, is delightful to a pious heart. Then what rapture to an enlightened soul to see a beloved wife thus communing with God, and becoming every day more and more angelic! Soon as her song was finished, he called out, "Louisa!" Startled at the sudden call, she turned around to the well-known voice, presenting a face on which love and sweet surprise had spread those rosy charms, which in a moment banished all his sorrows. "My dearest Gabriel," she exclaimed, dropping her flowers, and running and throwing herself into his arms, "here, take back your security! take back your security! and also my thanks for being such a man of honor. But what brought you back, love, so much earlier than you expected?" Here the memory of that fatal letter went like a dagger to his heart, bleaching his manly cheeks. He would have evaded the question; but in vain, for Louisa, startled at the sudden paleness of his looks, insisted the more earnestly to know the cause. He delayed a moment, but conscious that the secret must soon come out, he took the letter from his pocket, and with a reluctant hand put it into hers. Scarcely had she run through it, which she did with the most devouring haste, when she let it drop from her hands, and faintly articulating, "Ah, cruel priest!" she fell upon his bosom, which she bathed with her tears. After some moments of distress too big for utterance, Marion, deeply sighing, at length broke silence. "Ah, Louisa! and must we part so soon!" At this, starting up with eyes suffused with tears but beaming immortal love, she hastily replied -- "Part!" "Yes!" continued he, "part! for ever part!" "No, Marion, no! never! never!" "Ah! can you, Louisa, leave father and mother, and follow a poor banished husband like me?" "Yes -- yes -- father, mother, and all the world will I leave to follow thee, Marion!" "O blessed priest, I thank you! Good bishop Rochelle, holy father in God, I thank you -- your persecution has enriched me above princes. It has discovered to me a mine of love in Louisa's soul, that I never dreamed of before." "My dearest Gabriel, did you ever doubt my love?" "Pardon me, my love, I never doubted your love, Oh no! I knew you loved me. The circumstances under which you married me gave me delicious proof of that. To have preferred me to so many wealthier wooers -- to have taken me as a husband to the paradise of your arms, when so many others would have sent me as a heretic to the purgatory of the inquisition, was evidence of love never to be forgotten; but that in addition to all this you should now be so ready to leave father and mother, country and kin, to follow me, a poor wanderer in the earth, without even a place where to lay my head ----"