for her husband, in spite of all that wealthier wooers could promise,
or frowning friends could threaten.

The neighboring clergy now marked the conduct of Marion with a keener eye;
and discovering in him no symptoms that pointed to recantation,
they furiously pressed the bishop to enforce against him
the edict of banishment.

At this time, Marion with his lovely Louisa, were living on a small farm
in the vicinity of Rochelle. As he walked one afternoon
in the main street of that city, he was very rudely accosted
by a couple of officers of the holy inquisition, whose looks and dress
were as dark and diabolical as their employment.

"Vous etes nommes Marion?" said they; that is "your name is Marion?"

"Yes, gentlemen, that is my name."

Upon this, they rudely thrust a letter into his hand, and turned away,
but with such looks as tigers throw at a tender lambkin,
whose well-guarded fold forbids their access. On opening the letter
he found as follows:


"Your damnable heresy, well deserves, even in this life,
that purgation by fire which awfully awaits it in the next.
But, in consideration of your youth and worthy connexions,
our mercy has condescended to commute your punishment to perpetual exile. --
You will, therefore, instantly prepare to quit your country for ever.
For, if after ten days from the date hereof, you should be found