and fetch Henry to you." "I can't see him now," said Lord Avondale: "he is so like her." "Can I do any thing else for you?" said Sir Richard. "Uncle," said Lord Avondale mournfully, "go to the castle, and tell them I ask that every respect should be shewn in the last rites they offer to" "Oh, I understand you," said Sir Richard, crying: "there will be no need to say that—she's lov'd enough." "Aye that she was," said the nurse; "and whatever her faults, there's many a-one prays for her at this hour; for since the day of her birth, did she ever turn away from those who were miserable or in distress?" "She betrayed her husband," said Sir Richard. "She had the kindest, noblest heart," replied Lord Avondale. "I know her faults: her merits few like to remember. Uncle, I cannot but feel with bitterness the zeal that some have shewn against her." "Do not speak thus, Henry," said Sir Richard. "I
