was his triumph! Nothing responded to his feelings in the way of recompense for the many hours of misery and distracting cares he had endured. Overlooked, receiving no indemnity for his losses, promises had, indeed, been made him, but which remained unfulfilled; while his enemy and rival, skilled in all the arts of deception, sported also in all the lustre of a favourite, received fresh rewards, was decorated with the red riband, and installed a Knight of the Garter.
Far was it from De Brooke to pass a comment on his monarch's pleasure, who, in his rival, perceived, doubtless, but the man who had effected an achievement deserving of his approbation; and far, also, was it from him to cherish rancour or envy against the General for the sudden good fortune into which he had risen; but the feeling which oppressed him was the painful conviction that while the sun of General Haughton was shining bright in the meridian of his fame, he was eventually the cause his own was setting! Such were the poignant reflections which left their sting on the pillow of De Brooke. Never from that period did the name of General Haughton fall upon his hearing, or enter into his thoughts, even when, from the serenity imbibed from religious contemplation, all anger or animosity was chased from his heart,
