My emperor! my emperor!
Thy face is fair to see;
Thy house is old, thy heart is gold,
Oh, take command of me!

O emperor! my emperor!
Thy sceptre is of God;
Through all my days I'll sing thy praise,
And tremble at thy nod.

But, dear Therese, you ought to hear the music; I have quite
surprised myself. Indeed, love is a grand thing; it has made me
nobler and stronger. They really say I am not selfish any more.
But I am weary of waiting here, and so eager to get home. You are
in love, and you have been through this counting of the hours. We
are very comfortable here, and they let us go and come as we like
inside the high walls. I have told you there is a big, big grove
and garden.

"We saw nothing of 'his Lordship' for weeks until three days ago,
when they brought him here wounded. That is the reason we could
not send you a letter before now. You know he has to see them all
and arrange for their delivery. Well, he sent for Louise that day
he came. She went to him badly frightened, poor thing! as, indeed,
we all were. He lay in bed helpless, and wept when he saw her.
She came back crying, and would not tell what he had said. I do
think he loves her very dearly, and somehow we are all beginning to
think better of him. Surely no one could be more courteous and
gallant. Louise went to help nurse him yesterday, dear, sweet