Friend　to　a　misfortune　which　He　felt　himself　but　too　severely。
  Theodore　related　his　adventure；　and　the　hopes　which　had　been
  created　by　the　Mother　St。　Ursula's　gift。　　The　Marquis　started
  from
  his　pillow：　　That　fire　which　since　the　death　of　Agnes　had　been
  extinguished；　now　revived　in　his　bosom；　and　his　eyes　sparkled
  with　the　eagerness　of　expectation。　　The　emotions　which　Lorenzo's
  countenance　betrayed；　were　scarcely　weaker；　and　He　waited　with
  inexpressible　impatience　for　the　solution　of　this　mystery。
  Raymond　caught　the　basket　from　the　hands　of　his　Page：　　He　emptied
  the　contents　upon　the　bed；　and　examined　them　with　minute
  attention。　　He　hoped　that　a　letter　would　be　found　at　the　bottom；
  Nothing　of　the　kind　appeared。　　The　search　was　resumed；　and　still
  with　no　better　success。　　At　length　Don　Raymond　observed　that　one
  corner　of　the　blue　satin　lining　was　unripped；　He　tore　it　open
  hastily；　and　drew　forth　a　small　scrap　of　paper　neither　folded　or
  sealed。　　It　was　addressed　to　the　Marquis　de　las　Cisternas；　and
  the　contents　were　as　follows。
  Having　recognised　your　Page；　I　venture　to　send　these　few　lines。
  Procure　an　order　from　the　Cardinal…Duke　for　seizing　my　Person；
  and　that　of　the　Domina；　But　let　it　not　be　executed　till　Friday　at
  midnight。　　It　is　the　Festival　of　St。　Clare：　　There　will　be　a
  procession　of　Nuns　by　torch…light；　and　I　shall　be　among　them。
  Beware　not　to　let　your　intention　be　known：　　Should　a　syllable　be
  dropt　to　excite　the　Domina's　suspicions；　you　will　never　hear　of
  me　more。　　Be　cautious；　if　you　prize　the　memory　of　Agnes；　and　wish
  to　punish　her　Assassins。　　I　have　that　to　tell；　will　freeze　your
  blood　with　horror。　　　　　　St。　Ursula。
  No　sooner　had　the　Marquis　read　the　note　than　He　fell　back　upon
  his　pillow　deprived　of　sense　or　motion。　　The　hope　failed　him
  which　till　now　had　supported　his　existence；　and　these　lines
  convinced　him　but　too　positively　that　Agnes　was　indeed　no　more。
  Lorenzo　felt　this　circumstance　less　forcibly；　since　it　had　always
  been　his　idea　that　his　Sister　had　perished　by　unfair　means。　　When
  He　found　by　the　Mother　St。　Ursula's　letter　how　true　were　his
  suspicions；　the　confirmation　excited　no　other　sentiment　in　his
  bosom　than　a　wish　to　punish　the　Murderers　as　they　deserved。　　It
  was　no　easy　task　to　recall　the　Marquis　to　himself。　　As　soon　as　He
  recovered　his　speech；　He　broke　out　into　execrations　against　the
  Assassins　of　his　Beloved；　and　vowed　to　take　upon　them　a　signal
  vengeance。　　He　continued　to　rave　and　torment　himself　with
  impotent　passion　till　his　constitution；　enfeebled　by　grief　and
  illness；　could　support　itself　no　longer；　and　He　relapsed　into
  insensibility。　　His　melancholy　situation　sincerely　affected
  Lorenzo；　who　would　willingly　have　remained　in　the　apartment　of
  his　Friend；　But　other　cares　now　demanded　his　presence。　　It　was
  necessary　to　procure　the　order　for　seizing　the　Prioress　of　St。
  Clare。　　For　this　purpose；　having　committed　Raymond　to　the　care　of
  the　best　Physicians　in　Madrid；　He　quitted　the　Hotel　de　las
  Cisternas；　and　bent　his　course　towards　the　Palace　of　the
  Cardinal…Duke。
  His　disappointment　was　excessive；　when　He　found　that　affairs　of
  State　had　obliged　the　Cardinal　to　set　out　for　a　distant　Province。
  It　wanted　but　five　to　Friday：　　Yet　by　travelling　day　and　night；
  He　hoped　to　return　in　time　for　the　Pilgrimage　of　St。　Clare。　　In
  this　He　succeeded。　　He　found　the　Cardinal…Duke；　and　represented
  to　him　the　supposed　culpability　of　the　Prioress；　as　also　the
  violent　effects　which　it　had　produced　upon　Don　Raymond。　　He　could
  have　used　no　argument　so　forcible　as　this　last。　　Of　all　his
  Nephews；　the　Marquis　was　the　only　one　to　whom　the　Cardinal…Duke
  was　sincerely　attached：　　He　perfectly　doated　upon　him；　and　the
  Prioress　could　have　committed　no　greater　crime　in　his　eyes　than
  to　have　endangered　the　life　of　the　Marquis。　　Consequently；　He
  granted　the　order　of　arrest　without　difficulty：　　He　also　gave
  Lorenzo　a　letter　to　a　principal　Officer　of　the　Inquisition；
  desiring　him　to　see　his　mandate　executed。　　Furnished　with　these
  papers；　Medina　hastened　back　to　Madrid；　which　He　reached　on　the
  Friday　a　few　hours　before　dark。　　He　found　the　Marquis　somewhat
  easier；　but　so　weak　and　exhausted　that　without　great　exertion　He
  could　neither　speak　or　more。　Having　past　an　hour　by　his　Bedside；
  Lorenzo　left　him　to　communicate　his　design　to　his　Uncle；　as　also
  to　give　Don　Ramirez　de　Mello　the　Cardinal's　letter。　　The　First
  was　petrified　with　horror　when　He　learnt　the　fate　of　his　unhappy
  Niece：　　He　encouraged　Lorenzo　to　punish　her　Assassins；　and
  engaged　to　accompany　him　at　night　to　St。　Clare's　Convent。　　Don
  Ramirez　promised　his　firmest　support；　and　selected　a　band　of
  trusty　Archers　to　prevent　opposition　on　the　part　of　the　Populace。
  But　while　Lorenzo　was　anxious　to　unmask　one　religious　Hypocrite；
  He　was　unconscious　of　the　sorrows　prepared　for　him　by　Another。
  Aided　by　Matilda's　infernal　Agents；　Ambrosio　had　resolved　upon
  the　innocent　Antonia's　ruin。　　The　moment　destined　to　be　so　fatal
  to　her　arrived。　　She　had　taken　leave　of　her　Mother　for　the　night。
  As　She　kissed　her；　She　felt　an　unusual　despondency　infuse　itself
  into　her　bosom。　　She　left　her；　and　returned　to　her　instantly；
  threw　herself　into　her　maternal　arms；　and　bathed　her　cheek　with
  tears：　　She　felt　uneasy　at　quitting　her；　and　a　secret
  presentiment　assured　her　that　never　must　they　meet　again。　　Elvira
  observed；　and　tried　to　laugh　her　out　of　this　childish　prejudice：
  She　chid　her　mildly　for　encouraging　such　ungrounded　sadness；　and
  warned　her　how　dangerous　it　was　to　encourage　such　ideas。
  To　all　her　remonstrances　She　received　no　other　answer　than；
  'Mother！　Dear　Mother！　Oh！　would　to　God；　it　were　Morning！'
  Elvira；　whose　inquietude　respecting　her　Daughter　was　a　great
  obstacle　to　her　perfect　reestablishment；　was　still　labouring
  under　the　effects　of　her　late　severe　illness。　　She　was　this
  Evening　more　than　usually　indisposed；　and　retired　to　bed　before
  her　accustomed　hour。　　Antonia　withdrew　from　her　Mother's　chamber
  with　regret；　and　till　the　Door　closed；　kept　her　eyes　fixed　upon
  her　with　melancholy　expression。　　She　retired　to　her　own
  apartment；　Her　heart　was　filled　with　bitterness：　　It　seemed　to
  her　that　all　her　prospects　were　blasted；　and　the　world　contained
  nothing　for　which　it　was　worth　existing。　　She　sank　into　a　Chair；
  reclined　her　head　upon　her　arm；　and　gazed　upon　the　floor　with　a
  vacant　stare；　while　the　most　gloomy　images　floated　before　her
  fancy。　　She　was　still　in　this　state　of　insensibility　when　She
  was　disturbed　by　hearing　a　strain　of　soft　Music　breathed　beneath
  her　window。　　She　rose；　drew　near　the　Casement；　and　opened　it　to
  hear　it　more　distinctly。　　Having　thrown　her　veil　over　her　face；
  She　ventured　to　look　out。　　By　the　light　of　the　Moon　She　perceived
  several　Men　below　with　Guitars　and　Lutes　in　their　hands；　and　at　a
  little　distance　from　them　stood　Another　wrapped　in　his　cloak；
  whose　stature　and　appearance　bore　a　strong　resemblance　to
  Lorenzo's。　　She　was　not　deceived　in　this　conjecture。　　It　was
  indeed　Lorenzo　himself；　who　bound　by　his　word　not　to　present
  himself　to　Antonia　without　his　Uncle's　consent；　endeavoured　by
  occasional　Serenades；　to　convince　his　Mistress　that　his
  attachment　still　existed。　　His　stratagem　had　not　the　desired
  effect。　　Antonia　was　far　from　supposing　that　this　nightly　music
  was　intended　as　a　compliment　to　her：　She　was　too　modest　to　think
  herself　worthy　such　attentions；　and　concluding　them　to　be
  addressed　to　some　neighbouring　Lady；　She　grieved　to　find　that
  they　were　offered　by　Lorenzo。
  The　air　which　was　played；　was　plaintive　and　melodious。　It
  accorded　with　the　state　of　Antonia's　mind；　and　She　listened　with
  pleasure。　　After　a　symphony　of　some　length；　it　was　succeeded　by
  the　sound　of　voices；　and　Antonia　distinguished　the　following
  words。
  SERENADE
  Chorus
  Oh！　Breathe　in　gentle　strain；　my　Lyre！
  'Tis　here　that　Beauty　loves　to　rest：
  Describe　the　pangs　of　fond　desire；
  Which　rend　a　faithful　Lover's　breast。
  Song
  In　every　heart　to　find　a　Slave；
  In　every　Soul　to　fix　his　reign；
  In　bonds　to　lead　the　wise　and　brave；
  And　make　the　Captives　kiss　his　chain；
  Such　is　the　power　of　Love；　and　Oh！
  I　grieve　so　well　Love's　power　to　know。
  In　sighs　to　pass　the　live…long　day；
  To　taste　a　short　and　broken　sleep；
  For　one　dear　Object　far　away；
  All　others　scorned；　to　watch　and　weep；
  Such　are　the　pains　of　Love；　and　Oh！
  I　grieve　so　well　Love's　pains　to　know！
  To　read　consent　in　virgin　eyes；
  To　press　the　lip　ne'er　prest　till　then
  To　hear　the　sigh　of　transport　rise；
  And　kiss；　and　kiss；　and　kiss　again；
  Such　are　thy　pleasures；　Love；　But　Oh！
  When　shall　my　heart　thy　pleasures　know？
  Chorus
  Now　hush；　my　Lyre！　　My　voice　be　still！
  Sleep；　gentle　Maid！　　May　fond　desire
  With　amorous　thoughts　thy　visions　fill；
  Though　still　my　voice；　and　hushed　my　Lyre。
  The　Music　ceased：　　The　Performers　dispersed；　and　silence
  prevailed　through　the　Street。　　Antonia　quitted　the　window　with
  regret：　　She　as　usual　recommended　herself　to　the　protection　of
  St。　Rosolia；　said　her　accustomed　prayers；　and　retired　to　bed。
  Sleep　was　not　long　absent；　and　his　presence　relieved　her　from　her
  terrors　and　inquietude
  It