voked worshippers, but two modern Christians; one, by his implements, apparently an artist, and the other,-(who, on his approach, was greeted with friendly warmth by Colonel Leonard)-proved to be that writer on Pagan and Papal Rome, whom Geraldine had met the preceding winter at Sedgemoor Priory. After some desultory conversation, the whole party, including the artist, a young Italian, moved homeward into the modern city; and, as the 'dolce far niente' was the order of the day, they all by invitation proceeded to the Palazzo P, the temporary residence of General Carrington and his daughter. The first object which attracted the attention of the young Italian, in the reception-rooms of the Palazzo, was a Spanish guitar, which, on account of its being an old favourite as well as a light travelling companion, our heroine had brought with her from England. From a comparison between the guitars of Spain and Italy it was in easy course to try the tones of the former, and, at Geraldine's request, Signor Busto, after a rapid and executive prelude, accompanied himself in several popular airs with great feeling and effect. During this performance, the two young Etonians were disturbing their sister from any enjoyment she might have had, by sundry pinches and pushes, to induce her to obey the will of the elder brother, which was, that she should request Miss Carrington to sing a new and favourite English song, the words of which, Henry Leonard had written in the blank leaf of his pocket Horace. "I know these lines by heart," said Geraldine, "and I have often sung them to their appropriate air, but my heart goes not with them." "Is that possible?" cried Henry. "Oh! do sing them, and you will recover your enthusiasm." "What are the lines?" said the General, taking the book, and rapidly glancing through them; "Geraldine, these are beautiful, and you can, beyond any one I know, give them their due force and expression. Tune yourself then," added he, "as well as your instrument." Geraldine complied, and whether from obedience or recovered enthusiasm, gave forth the words of the following song, with all the mingled pathos and energy they demanded. L "Rome! Rome! thou art no more As thou hast been, On thy seven hills of yore Thou had'st thy triumphs then Peopling thy street, Princes and scepter'd men Bowed at thy feet. "Rome; thine imperial brow Never shall rise! What hast thou left thee now? Thou hast thy skies; Thou hast the sunset's glow Rome, for thy dower Flashing dark cypress bough, Temple and tower Rome! Rome! thou art no more As thou hast been!"* When the song had ceased, and while the heartfelt plaudits of her auditors were given, Geraldine remained in melancholy thought, leaning on her guitar; at length roused by the inquiry, "Why had she objected to the song?" she raised her head, and the whole expression of her countenance was to change from pensive regret to the fire of enthusiasm. see "Who dare say," cried she, "that Rome is no more! that she has nothing left her but her skies! Falsely sang she who penned that lay, who wilfully * Hemans. forgot the martyrs' blood,-the apostles' hallowed tomb! Were there no triumphs peopling her streets, when consecrated bands chanted in solemn tone the deprecatory Kyrie Eleison, and the plague was staid? When o'er the castle, which now bears the commemorative name, an angel hovered sheathing his sword, while the celestial choir was heard to sing the resurrection hymn of Christian Rome! Are there no triumphs peopling her streets, when it is hither that the tribes come up, the tribes of the Lord, to adore, in the temple of the mighty God,-the Lord God of Hosts? Has He not planted here His Church, and given to this nation, chosen to foster her, genius withheld from Palestine, that his bride may be adorned with every grace and ornament fit for her espousals! Has He not said of the nations, by the mouth of his Christian prophet, Behold I will make them to come and adore before thy feet, and they shall know that I have loved thee?' Rome! thou canst never die! In thee is fixed the mystic ladder, whose top is shrouded by the wings of angels, and the incense of celestial thuribles. Rome! thou canst never die! Both night and day are heard in solemn chant the praises of thy God. Rome! thou canst never die! Thy faith shall save thee, with thy hope, till merged in the New Jerusalem, thou shalt prove indeed the eternal city, glowing with charity, for ever in the heavens!" Geraldine, while her spirit had been carried on to bear testimony of the high position of the Christian Queen of the seven hills, the spiritual mistress of the world, had unconsciously arisen, and as unconsciously had her eyes met and fixed on those of her father, who, after an amazed and troubled glance, had bent his on the ground: nor did he raise them till some instants after the deep silence which had succeeded this burst of indignant fervor, when, near ly behind his daughter, in the entrance of the apartment, calm, mild, and benignant, stood the venerable and venerated Cardinal W-. "Your Eminence is ever welcome!" cried the General, bending his knee, and kissing the ring, consecrated by relics, usually worn by cardinals. CHAPTER II. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamed of in your Philosophy." HAMLET. "GERALDINE," said her father, on the following morning, "were you aware of the entrance of the Cardinal last night?" "Indeed I was not," she replied, "but great was my joy at seeing him, for he is a holy man !" 66 'I believe he is," said the General; "at any rate he is a Cardinal, and his presence put to flight all those idlers, who had flocked round you, and to whom you were playing the improvisatrice, that is, you were playing the fool. It was a fortunate thing for you, child," added he, "that your audience changed from Protestant to Catholic, and that your wild ardour has created an interest for you the breast of his Eminence, for you had been acting in defiance of all caution, 'di mal in peggio,' ever since you kissed the cross in the Coliseum. What could induce you to be so incautious before those Protestants ?" in "I did not expect to be observed," said Geraldine, "but to own the truth, I thought only of gaining the indulgence." "You could very well have substituted for that devotion, some other good work," replied the General; "for instance, there are short prayers and aspirations to which indulgences have been granted. I should much prefer your saying these quietly, to |