with the faltering tone of jealous fear.

"I have not seen her for months," replied the noble, with a slight
change of countenance. "She is at one of their western manors. They
say her lord is sorely ill; and the Lady Bonville is a devout
hypocrite, and plays the tender wife. But enough of such ancient and
worn-out memories. Thy father--sorrows he still for his Eureka? I
can learn no trace of it."

"See," said Sibyll, recalled to her filial love, and pointing to
Warner as they now drew near the house, "see, he shapes another Eureka
from his thoughts!"

"How fares it, dear Warner?" asked the noble, taking the scholar's
hand.

"Ah," cried the student, roused at the sight of his powerful
protector, "bringest thou tidings of IT? Thy cheerful eye tells me
that--no--no--thy face changes! They have destroyed it! Oh, that I
could be young once more!"

"What!" said the world-wise man, astonished. "If thou hadst another
youth, wouldst thou cherish the same delusion, and go again through a
life of hardship, persecution, and wrong?"

"My noble son," said the philosopher, "for hours when I have felt the
wrong, the persecution, and the hardship, count the days and the
nights when I felt only the hope and the glory and the joy! God is
kinder to us all than man can know; for man looks only to the sorrow
on the surface, and sees not the consolation in the deeps of the