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your　honor：　of　my　dear；　dear　champion's。　　I　never　can　be　his；　but　I

will　be　no　other's。　　Give　my　money　to　my　kinsmen；　it　is　that　they

long　for。　　Take　the　dross；　Simeon　and　Solomon；　Jonah　and　Jochanan；

and　divide　it　among　you；　and　leave　me。　　I　will　never　be　yours；　I

tell　you；　never。　　Do　you　think；　after　knowing　him　and　hearing　him

speak；after　watching　him　wounded　on　his　pillow；　and　glorious　in

battle〃　（her　eyes　melted　and　kindled　again　as　she　spoke　these

words）；　〃I　can　mate　with　such　as　you？　　Go。　　Leave　me　to　myself。　　I

am　none　of　yours。　　I　love　himI　love　him。　　Fate　divides　uslong；

long　miles　separate　us；　and　I　know　we　may　never　meet　again。　　But　I

love　and　bless　him　always。　　Yes；　always。　　My　prayers　are　his；　my

faith　is　his。　　Yes；　my　faith　is　your　faith；　WilfridWilfrid！　　I

have　no　kindred　more；I　am　a　Christian！〃



At　this　last　word　there　was　such　a　row　in　the　assembly；　as　my

feeble　pen　would　in　vain　endeavor　to　depict。　　Old　Isaac　staggered

back　in　a　fit；　and　nobody　took　the　least　notice　of　him。　　Groans；

curses；　yells　of　men；　shrieks　of　women；　filled　the　room　with　such　a

furious　jabbering；　as　might　have　appalled　any　heart　less　stout　than

Rebecca's；　but　that　brave　woman　was　prepared　for　all；　expecting；

and　perhaps　hoping；　that　death　would　be　her　instant　lot。　　There　was

but　one　creature　who　pitied　her；　and　that　was　her　cousin　and

father's　clerk；　little　Ben　Davids；　who　was　but　thirteen；　and　had

only　just　begun　to　carry　a　bag；　and　whose　crying　and　boo…hooing；　as

she　finished　speaking；　was　drowned　in　the　screams　and　maledictions

of　the　elder　Israelites。　　Ben　Davids　was　madly　in　love　with　his

cousin　（as　boys　often　are　with　ladies　of　twice　their　age）；　and　he

had　presence　of　mind　suddenly　to　knock　over　the　large　brazen　lamp

on　the　table；　which　illuminated　the　angry　conclave；　then；

whispering　to　Rebecca　to　go　up　to　her　own　room　and　lock　herself　in；

or　they　would　kill　her　else；　he　took　her　hand　and　led　her　out。



From　that　day　she　disappeared　from　among　her　people。　　The　poor　and

the　wretched　missed　her；　and　asked　for　her　in　vain。　　Had　any

violence　been　done　to　her；　the　poorer　Jews　would　have　risen　and　put

all　Isaac's　family　to　death；　and　besides；　her　old　flame；　Prince

Boabdil；　would　have　also　been　exceedingly　wrathful。　　She　was　not

killed　then；　but；　so　to　speak；　buried　alive；　and　locked　up　in

Isaac's　back…kitchen：　an　apartment　into　which　scarcely　any　light

entered；　and　where　she　was　fed　upon　scanty　portions　of　the　most

mouldy　bread　and　water。　　Little　Ben　Davids　was　the　only　person　who

visited　her；　and　her　sole　consolation　was　to　talk　to　him　about

Ivanhoe；　and　how　good　and　how　gentle　he　was；　how　brave　and　how

true；　and　how　he　slew　the　tremendous　knight　of　the　Templars；　and

how　he　married　a　lady　whom　Rebecca　scarcely　thought　worthy　of　him；

but　with　whom　she　prayed　he　might　be　happy；　and　of　what　color　his

eyes　were；　and　what　were　the　arms　on　his　shieldviz；　a　tree　with

the　word　〃Desdichado〃　written　underneath；　&c。　&c。　&c。：　all　which

talk　would　not　have　interested　little　Davids；　had　it　come　from

anybody　else's　mouth；　but　to　which　he　never　tired　of　listening　as

it　fell　from　her　sweet　lips。



So；　in　fact；　when　old　Isaac　of　York　came　to　negotiate　with　Don

Beltran　de　Cuchilla　for　the　ransom　of　the　Alfaqui's　daughter　of

Xixona；　our　dearest　Rebecca　was　no　more　dead　than　you　and　I；　and　it

was　in　his　rage　and　fury　against　Ivanhoe　that　Isaac　told　that

cavalier　the　falsehood　which　caused　the　knight　so　much　pain　and

such　a　prodigious　deal　of　bloodshed　to　the　Moors：　and　who　knows；

trivial　as　it　may　seem；　whether　it　was　not　that　very　circumstance

which　caused　the　destruction　in　Spain　of　the　Moorish　power？



Although　Isaac；　we　may　be　sure；　never　told　his　daughter　that

Ivanhoe　had　cast　up　again；　yet　Master　Ben　Davids　did；　who　heard　it

from　his　employer；　and　he　saved　Rebecca's　life　by　communicating　the

intelligence；　for　the　poor　thing　would　have　infallibly　perished　but

for　this　good　news。　　She　had　now　been　in　prison　four　years　three

months　and　twenty…four　days；　during　which　time　she　had　partaken　of

nothing　but　bread　and　water　（except　such　occasional　tit…bits　as

Davids　could　bring　herand　these　were　few　indeed；　for　old　Isaac

was　always　a　curmudgeon；　and　seldom　had　more　than　a　pair　of　eggs

for　his　own　and　Davids'　dinner）；　and　she　was　languishing　away；　when

the　news　came　suddenly　to　revive　her。　　Then；　though　in　the　darkness

you　could　not　see　her　cheeks；　they　began　to　bloom　again：　then　her

heart　began　to　beat　and　her　blood　to　flow；　and　she　kissed　the　ring

on　her　neck　a　thousand　times　a　day　at　least；　and　her　constant

question　was；　〃Ben　Davids！　Ben　Davids！　when　is　he　coming　to　besiege

Valencia？〃　　She　knew　he　would　come：　and；　indeed；　the　Christians

were　encamped　before　the　town　ere　a　month　was　over。



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And　now；　my　dear　boys　and　girls；　I　think　I　perceive　behind　that

dark　scene　of　the　back…kitchen　（which　is　just　a　simple　flat；

painted　stone…color；　that　shifts　in　a　minute；）　bright　streaks　of

light　flashing　out；　as　though　they　were　preparing　a　most　brilliant；

gorgeous；　and　altogether　dazzling　illumination；　with　effects　never

before　attempted　on　any　stage。　　Yes；　the　fairy　in　the　pretty　pink

tights　and　spangled　muslin　is　getting　into　the　brilliant　revolving

chariot　of　the　realms　of　bliss。Yes；　most　of　the　fiddlers　and

trumpeters　have　gone　round　from　the　orchestra　to　join　in　the　grand

triumphal　procession；　where　the　whole　strength　of　the　company　is

already　assembled；　arrayed　in　costumes　of　Moorish　and　Christian

chivalry；　to　celebrate　the　〃Terrible　Escalade；〃　the　〃Rescue　of

Virtuous　Innocence〃the　〃Grand　Entry　of　the　Christians　into

Valencia〃〃Appearance　of　the　Fairy　Day…Star；〃　and　〃Unexampled

displays　of　pyrotechnic　festivity。〃　　Do　you　not；　I　say；　perceive

that　we　are　come　to　the　end　of　our　history；　and；　after　a　quantity

of　rapid　and　terrific　fighting；　brilliant　change　of　scenery；　and

songs；　appropriate　or　otherwise；　are　bringing　our　hero　and　heroine

together？　　Who　wants　a　long　scene　at　the　last？　　Mammas　are　putting

the　girls'　cloaks　and　boas　on；　papas　have　gone　out　to　look　for　the

carriage；　and　left　the　box…door　swinging　open；　and　letting　in　the

cold　air：　if　there　WERE　any　stage…conversation；　you　could　not　hear

it；　for　the　scuffling　of　the　people　who　are　leaving　the　pit。　　See；

the　orange…women　are　preparing　to　retire。　　To…morrow　their　play…

bills　will　be　as　so　much　waste…paperso　will　some　of　our

masterpieces；　woe　is　me：　but　lo！　here　we　come　to　Scene　the　last；

and　Valencia　is　besieged　and　captured　by　the　Christians。





Who　is　the　first　on　the　wall；　and　who　hurls　down　the　green　standard

of　the　Prophet？　　Who　chops　off　the　head　of　the　Emir　Aboo　What…d'ye…

call'im；　just　as　the　latter　has　cut　over　the　cruel　Don　Beltran　de

Cuchillay　&c。？　　Who；　attracted　to　the　Jewish　quarter　by　the　shrieks

of　the　inhabitants　who　are　being　slain　by　the　Moorish　soldiery；　and

by　a　little　boy　by　the　name　of　Ben　Davids；　who　recognizes　the

knight　by　his　shield；　finds　Isaac　of　York　egorge　on　a　threshold；

and　clasping　a　large　back…kitchen　key？　　Who　but　Ivanhoewho　but

Wilfrid？　　〃An　Ivanhoe　to　the　rescue；〃　he　bellows　out；　he　has　heard

that　news　from　little　Ben　Davids　which　makes　him　sing。　　And　who　is

it　that　comes　out　of　the　housetremblingpantingwith　her　arms

outin　a　white　dresswith　her　hair　downwho　is　it　but　dear

Rebecca？　　Look；　they　rush　together；　and　Master　Wamba　is　waving　an

immense　banner　over　them；　and　knocks　down　a　circumambient　Jew　with

a　ham；　which　he　happens　to　have　in　his　pocket。　。　。　。　　As　for

Rebecca；　now　her　head　is　laid　upon　Ivanhoe's　heart；　I　shall　not　ask

to　hear　what　she　is　whispering；　or　describe　further　that　scene　of

meeting；　though　I　declare　I　am　quite　affected　when　I　think　of　it。

Indeed　I　have　thought　of　it　any　time　these　five…and…twenty　years

ever　since；　as　a　boy　at　school；　I　commenced　the　noble　study　of

novelsever　since　the　day　when；　lying　on　sunny　slopes　of　half…

holidays；　the　fair　chivalrous　figures　and　beautiful　shapes　of

knights　and　ladies　were　visible　to　meever　since　I　grew　to　love

Rebecca；　that　sweetest　creature　of　the　poet's　fancy；　and　longed　to

see　her　righted。



That　she　and　Ivanhoe　were　married；　follows　of　course；　for　Rowena's

promise　extorted　from　him　was；　that　he　would　never　wed　a　Jewess；

and　a　better　Christian　than　Rebecca　now　was　never　said　her

catechism。　　Married　I　am　sure　they　were；　and　adopted　little　Cedric；

but　I　don't　think　they　had　any　other　children；　or　were　subsequently

very　boisterously　happy。　　Of　some　sort　of　happiness　melancholy　is　a

characteristic；　and　I　think　these　were　a　solemn　pair；　and　died

rather　early。









THE　HISTORY　OF　THE　NEXT　FRENCH　REVOLUTION。



＇FROM　A　FORTHCOMING　HISTORY　OF　EUROPE。＇





CHAPTER　I。






It　is　seldom　that　the　historian　has　to　record　events　more　singular

than　those　which　occurred　during　this　year；　when　the　Crown　of

France　was　battled　for　by　no　less　than　four　pretenders；　with　equal

claims；　merits；　bravery；　and　popularity。　　First　in　the　list　we

placeHis　Royal　Highness　Louis　Anthony　Frederick　Samuel　Anna

Maria；　Duke　of　Brittany；　and　son　of　Louis　XVI。　　The　unhappy　Prince；

when　a　prisoner　with　his　unfortunate　parents　in　the　Temple；　was

enabled　to　escape　from　that　place　of　confinement；　hidden　（for　the

treatment　of　the　ruffians　who　guarded　him　had　caused　the　young

Prince　to　dwindle　down　astonishingly）　in　the　cocked…hat　of　the

Representative；　Roederer。　　It　is　well　known　that；　in　the　troublous

revolutionary　times；　cocked…hats　were　worn　of　a　considerable　size。



He　passed　a　considerable　part　of　his　life　in　Germany；　was　confined

there　for　thirty　years　in　the　dungeons　of　Spielberg；　and；　escaping

thence　to　England；　was；　under　pretence　of　debt；　but　in　reality　from

political　hatred；　imprisoned　there　also　in　the　Tower　of　London。　　He

must　not　be　confounded　with　any　other　of　the　persons　who　laid　claim

to　be　chil