And twelve strikes from the tower ; ra»t thenceforth ia Thi' lot, and rent the link* with human kind ! I* thi» chill shiver counting through ray bone*, So clammy-cold, thrir valinliction ?— Hold ! — The church doom clang together gloomily, The floor re-cchoea with an iron trump ! I* thi» jx-rlmpH death's footfall entering ? (A man elad in llt-k armour from lftl to f',t,1 i ith elo—rl visor, rirmrs Hp.) Altiui» MAS. I'ray !—(FRANK kneels dotru.) Ii-r*il • thyself ! Ill- •tri]* him /.•I'n lo the ijifll', it Mil r'ii'«.-4 hit,, ny.. Iook downwards ! Follow mo ! [_IIr leads lum to a trap-door, on the left, 1M the baekgrouml, then goes dntcn first. FllANK Jolluirtt him, wherenp-m the door closes. Fitter APAIB ur (c'-ul like FRANK, gr ping in the tlarknem). Was I not told to wait for the Unknown At St. Sébastian'» altar? Yea ! I think Twas so ; but this thick [Mill of darkii--* veils Tho figures—(stepping to the altar). Hero is tho fifth pillar ! Yes, The Saint is there. The mild gleam of the lamp Falls softly on tho youth's half swooning gazo ! O, hero's no work of Saracenic lance ! These are the pangs of love, which, scorching, pierced Thy bleeding heart, companion of my pain ! O mino own Agnes!—Doth perchance thy shade Look down upon mo in this solemn hour ? In yonder moonbeam haply dost thon float, Which shimmers through those {tainted window-panes, And in tho cloister's darkness vanishes ?— Or else, behind those arrows dost thou bide which loom on mo so black, so ominously, As on tho Present, loom horrors of tho Past, 1 Namely, tho Presbyter of the Order. »•.•.]] TBI TislH.ASS IS CTMMNk