than　marriage；　and　in　truth　She　seems　possessed　of　every　quality
  requisite　to　make　me　happy　in　a　Wife。　　Young；　lovely；　gentle；
  sensible。　。　。　。'
  'Sensible？　　Why；　She　said　nothing　but　''Yes；''　and　''No''。'
  'She　did　not　say　much　more；　I　must　confessBut　then　She　always
  said　''Yes；''　or　''No；''　in　the　right　place。'
  'Did　She　so？　　Oh！　your　most　obedient！　　That　is　using　a　right
  Lover's　argument；　and　I　dare　dispute　no　longer　with　so　profound　a
  Casuist。　　Suppose　we　adjourn　to　the　Comedy？'
  'It　is　out　of　my　power。　　I　only　arrived　last　night　at　Madrid；　and
  have　not　yet　had　an　opportunity　of　seeing　my　Sister；　You　know
  that　her　Convent　is　in　this　Street；　and　I　was　going　thither　when
  the　Crowd　which　I　saw　thronging　into　this　Church　excited　my
  curiosity　to　know　what　was　the　matter。　　I　shall　now　pursue　my
  first　intention；　and　probably　pass　the　Evening　with　my　Sister　at
  the　Parlour　grate。'
  'Your　Sister　in　a　Convent；　say　you？　　Oh！　very　true；　I　had
  forgotten。　　And　how　does　Donna　Agnes？　　I　am　amazed；　Don　Lorenzo；
  how　you　could　possibly　think　of　immuring　so　charming　a　Girl
  within　the　walls　of　a　Cloister！'
  'I　think　of　it；　Don　Christoval？　　How　can　you　suspect　me　of　such
  barbarity？　　You　are　conscious　that　She　took　the　veil　by　her　own
  desire；　and　that　particular　circumstances　made　her　wish　for　a
  seclusion　from　the　World。　　I　used　every　means　in　my　power　to
  induce　her　to　change　her　resolution；　The　endeavour　was　fruitless；
  and　I　lost　a　Sister！'
  'The　luckier　fellow　you；　I　think；　Lorenzo；　you　were　a
  considerable　gainer　by　that　loss：　　If　I　remember　right；　Donna
  Agnes　had　a　portion　of　ten　thousand　pistoles；　half　of　which
  reverted　to　your　Lordship。　　By　St。　Jago！　I　wish　that　I　had　fifty
  Sisters　in　the　same　predicament。　I　should　consent　to　losing　them
  every　soul　without　much　heart…burning'
  'How；　Conde？'　said　Lorenzo　in　an　angry　voice；　'Do　you　suppose　me
  base　enough　to　have　influenced　my　Sister's　retirement？　　Do　you
  suppose　that　the　despicable　wish　to　make　myself　Master　of　her
  fortune　could。　。　。　。'
  'Admirable！　　Courage；　Don　Lorenzo！　　Now　the　Man　is　all　in　a
  blaze。　　God　grant　that　Antonia　may　soften　that　fiery　temper；　or
  we　shall　certainly　cut　each　other's　throat　before　the　Month　is
  over！　　However；　to　prevent　such　a　tragical　Catastrophe　for　the
  present；　I　shall　make　a　retreat；　and　leave　you　Master　of　the
  field。　　Farewell；　my　Knight　of　Mount　Aetna！　　Moderate　that
  inflammable　disposition；　and　remember　that　whenever　it　is
  necessary　to　make　love　to　yonder　Harridan；　you　may　reckon　upon　my
  services。'
  He　said；　and　darted　out　of　the　Cathedral。
  'How　wild…brained！'　said　Lorenzo；　'With　so　excellent　an　heart；
  what　pity　that　He　possesses　so　little　solidity　of　judgment！'
  The　night　was　now　fast　advancing。　　The　Lamps　were　not　yet
  lighted。　　The　faint　beams　of　the　rising　Moon　scarcely　could
  pierce　through　the　gothic　obscurity　of　the　Church。　　Lorenzo　found
  himself　unable　to　quit　the　Spot。　　The　void　left　in　his　bosom　by
  Antonia's　absence；　and　his　Sister's　sacrifice　which　Don
  Christoval　had　just　recalled　to　his　imagination；　created　that
  melancholy　of　mind　which　accorded　but　too　well　with　the
  religious　gloom　surrounding　him。　　He　was　still　leaning　against
  the　seventh　column　from　the　Pulpit。　　A　soft　and　cooling　air
  breathed　along　the　solitary　Aisles：　　The　Moonbeams　darting　into
  the　Church　through　painted　windows　tinged　the　fretted　roofs　and
  massy　pillars　with　a　thousand　various　tints　of　light　and　colours：
  Universal　silence　prevailed　around；　only　interrupted　by　the
  occasional　closing　of　Doors　in　the　adjoining　Abbey。
  The　calm　of　the　hour　and　solitude　of　the　place　contributed　to
  nourish　Lorenzo's　disposition　to　melancholy。　He　threw　himself
  upon　a　seat　which　stood　near　him；　and　abandoned　himself　to　the
  delusions　of　his　fancy。　　He　thought　of　his　union　with　Antonia；　He
  thought　of　the　obstacles　which　might　oppose　his　wishes；　and　a
  thousand　changing　visions　floated　before　his　fancy；　sad　'tis
  true；　but　not　unpleasing。　　Sleep　insensibly　stole　over　him；　and
  the　tranquil　solemnity　of　his　mind　when　awake　for　a　while
  continued　to　influence　his　slumbers。
  He　still　fancied　himself　to　be　in　the　Church　of　the　Capuchins；
  but　it　was　no　longer　dark　and　solitary。　　Multitudes　of　silver
  Lamps　shed　splendour　from　the　vaulted　Roof；　Accompanied　by　the
  captivating　chaunt　of　distant　choristers；　the　Organ's　melody
  swelled　through　the　Church；　The　Altar　seemed　decorated　as　for
  some　distinguished　feast；　It　was　surrounded　by　a　brilliant
  Company；　and　near　it　stood　Antonia　arrayed　in　bridal　white；　and
  blushing　with　all　the　charms　of　Virgin　Modesty。
  Half　hoping；　half　fearing；　Lorenzo　gazed　upon　the　scene　before
  him。　　Sudden　the　door　leading　to　the　Abbey　unclosed；　and　He　saw；
  attended　by　a　long　train　of　Monks；　the　Preacher　advance　to　whom
  He　had　just　listened　with　so　much　admiration。　　He　drew　near
  Antonia。
  'And　where　is　the　Bridegroom？'　said　the　imaginary　Friar。
  Antonia　seemed　to　look　round　the　Church　with　anxiety。
  Involuntarily　the　Youth　advanced　a　few　steps　from　his
  concealment。　　She　saw　him；　The　blush　of　pleasure　glowed　upon　her
  cheek；　With　a　graceful　motion　of　her　hand　She　beckoned　to　him　to
  advance。　　He　disobeyed　not　the　command；　He　flew　towards　her；　and
  threw　himself　at　her　feet。
  She　retreated　for　a　moment；　Then　gazing　upon　him　with　unutterable
  delight；'Yes！'　She　exclaimed；　'My　Bridegroom！　　My　destined
  Bridegroom！'　She　said；　and　hastened　to　throw　herself　into　his
  arms；　But　before　He　had　time　to　receive　her；　an　Unknown　rushed
  between　them。　　His　form　was　gigantic；　His　complexion　was　swarthy；
  His　eyes　fierce　and　terrible；　his　Mouth　breathed　out　volumes　of
  fire；　and　on　his　forehead　was　written　in　legible
  characters'Pride！　Lust！　Inhumanity！'
  Antonia　shrieked。　　The　Monster　clasped　her　in　his　arms；　and
  springing　with　her　upon　the　Altar；　tortured　her　with　his　odious
  caresses。　　She　endeavoured　in　vain　to　escape　from　his　embrace。
  Lorenzo　flew　to　her　succour；　but　ere　He　had　time　to　reach　her；　a
  loud　burst　of　thunder　was　heard。　　Instantly　the　Cathedral　seemed
  crumbling　into　pieces；　The　Monks　betook　themselves　to　flight；
  shrieking　fearfully；　The　Lamps　were　extinguished；　the　Altar　sank
  down；　and　in　its　place　appeared　an　abyss　vomiting　forth　clouds　of
  flame。　　Uttering　a　loud　and　terrible　cry　the　Monster　plunged　into
  the　Gulph；　and　in　his　fall　attempted　to　drag　Antonia　with　him。
  He　strove　in　vain。　　Animated　by　supernatural　powers　She
  disengaged　herself　from　his　embrace；　But　her　white　Robe　was　left
  in　his　possession。　　Instantly　a　wing　of　brilliant　splendour
  spread　itself　from　either　of　Antonia's　arms。　　She　darted　upwards；
  and　while　ascending　cried　to　Lorenzo；
  'Friend！　we　shall　meet　above！'
  At　the　same　moment　the　Roof　of　the　Cathedral　opened；　Harmonious
  voices　pealed　along　the　Vaults；　and　the　glory　into　which　Antonia
  was　received　was　composed　of　rays　of　such　dazzling　brightness；
  that　Lorenzo　was　unable　to　sustain　the　gaze。　　His　sight　failed；
  and　He　sank　upon　the　ground。
  When　He　woke；　He　found　himself　extended　upon　the　pavement　of　the
  Church：　　It　was　Illuminated；　and　the　chaunt　of　Hymns　sounded　from
  a　distance。　　For　a　while　Lorenzo　could　not　persuade　himself　that
  what　He　had　just　witnessed　had　been　a　dream；　so　strong　an
  impression　had　it　made　upon　his　fancy。　　A　little　recollection
  convinced　him　of　its　fallacy：　　The　Lamps　had　been　lighted　during
  his　sleep；　and　the　music　which　he　heard　was　occasioned　by　the
  Monks；　who　were　celebrating　their　Vespers　in　the　Abbey　Chapel。
  Lorenzo　rose；　and　prepared　to　bend　his　steps　towards　his　Sister's
  Convent。　　His　mind　fully　occupied　by　the　singularity　of　his
  dream；　He　already　drew　near　the　Porch；　when　his　attention　was
  attracted　by　perceiving　a　Shadow　moving　upon　the　opposite　wall。
  He　looked　curiously　round；　and　soon　descried　a　Man　wrapped　up　in
  his　Cloak；　who　seemed　carefully　examining　whether　his　actions
  were　observed。　　Very　few　people　are　exempt　from　the　influence　of
  curiosity。　　The　Unknown　seemed　anxious　to　conceal　his　business　in
  the　Cathedral；　and　it　was　this　very　circumstance；　which　made
  Lorenzo　wish　to　discover　what　He　was　about。
  Our　Hero　was　conscious　that　He　had　no　right　to　pry　into　the
  secrets　of　this　unknown　Cavalier。
  'I　will　go；'　said　Lorenzo。　　And　Lorenzo　stayed；　where　He　was。
  The　shadow　thrown　by　the　Column；　effectually　concealed　him　from
  the　Stranger；　who　continued　to　advance　with　caution。　　At　length
  He　drew　a　letter　from　beneath　his　cloak；　and　hastily　placed　it
  beneath　a　Colossal　Statue　of　St。　Francis。　　Then　retiring　with
  precipitation；　He　concealed　himself　in　a　part　of　the　Church　at　a
  considerable　distance　from　that　in　which　the　Image　stood。
  'So！'　said　Lorenzo　to　himself；　'This　is　only　some　foolish　love
  affair。　　I　believe；　I　may　as　well　be　gone；　for　I　can　do　no　good
  in　it。'
  In　truth　till　that　moment　it　never　came　into　his　head　that　He
  could　do　any　good　in　it；　But　He　thought　it　necessary　to　make　some
  little　excuse　to　himself　for　having　indulged　his　curiosity。　　He
  now　made　a　second　attempt　to　retire　from　the　Church：　　For　this
  time　He　gained　the　Porch　without　meeting　with　any　impediment；　But
  it　was　destined　that　He　should　pay　it　another　visit　that　night。
  As　He　descended　the　steps　leading　in