the poor creatures who were taken in the vicinity of Carcassone, an auto da fé was formed, when four hundred persons were burned, in lieu of the thousands who might otherwise have been sacrificed. It was shortly afterwards asserted, that the gallant Raymond Roger was dead: his keeper was Simon De Montfort; and history has never contradicted the story, that the young lord died by poison. His lands, honours and titles, were conferred on De Montfort.

The gallant Don Pedro, after a vain attempt at an alliance with the papal powers, fell at Murêt, fighting against them. To avert the danger that threatened him, a knight assumed his armour, but twice bending before the strokes of his assailants, they called out, This is not the king: he is a better knight.' 'No, truly,' called out Don Pedro, but here he is.' At the words, a troop surrounded him, and valour did not avail to save his life.

De Montfort came to the spot where the body of this gallant knight, and graceful Troubadour, lay stripped by the soldiers; and the fanatic leader shed some tears over it. His own end was not far distant: at the siege of Toulouse, a sortie was made while de Montfort was hearing mass; news was brought to him of the fact, but he was unwilling to quit the Church until the termination of the service. At the moment of the elevation of the host, his patience was exhausted, and crying out, "Let thy servant depart in peace, for mine eyes have seen thy salvation," he rushed forth to head his soldiers. A stone, said I believe, to be thrown by the hand of a woman, from the wall of the city, struck him on the head, and the scourge of heretics was no more.

The feeble and vacillating Count Raymond of Toulouse, the unhappy tool and slave of a spiritual power, whose temporal tyranny he at times resisted, and at times submitted to, died as he had lived, the victim of superstition: while he revolted from temporal oppression, he trembled at spiritual malediction.

Unable to delight in the persecutions of his unoffending, pious subjects, he was accused by the inquisitorial Monks, and even accused himself, of sympathising with heretics: a devout believer in the Church that stripped him of his lands and dignity, he endured all the horrors that a state of excommunication can inflict, and remained on his knees outside the Churches, which he was not allowed to pollute by entering.

As is usually the case with such minds, suffering and misfortune only tended to deepen superstitious feelings and terrors. He had assumed the order of St. John, and when speechless, before his death, he was covered with the mantle of his order, and seen to kiss it with the utmost devotion. Yet as an early patron of the Provençal heresy, the persecution of the Church continued even after his death; his body was not allowed to be buried; nor could his son even obtain leave to do so. His skull was long preserved at Toulouse, and there I looked with interest on his bust.

The grave of Simon De Montfort, (if such it is) in the Cathedral of old Carcassone, is nameless: it is only a slab of red marble without name or date. I was looking at it with some of these thoughts in my mind, when a young Frenchman approached, and

asked if I could tell him where was the tomb of a great saint, who had fought for the Christians several ages ago.

I felt it strange to point down to that red slab, and answer-There'-Simon De Montfort, a great saint, and fighting for the Christians!

THE simple contemplation of the fact, that the seed of Jacob, after centuries of dispersion, oppression, and misery, are, in exact accordance with the letter of inspiration, brought again to their own borders, and invested with pre-eminent dignities and favors, will of itself exert a moral influence such as we can now but inadequately conceive. Infidelity will be silenced for ever, and the world struck dumb by the occurrence of a virtual theophany made manifest before their eyes. When the Most High descended in all the pomp of the Godhead upon the flaming summit of Sinai, and there delivered his law and avouched the seed of Jacob as his peculiar people, the transaction occurred in an obscure region of the earth, far removed from the eyes of the rest of the world, who little dreamt of the sublime exhibition that was then making to a comparative handful of the human race. But the event we are now considering will be as conspicuous as the other was latent. It will occur in the full view of the whole civilized world. It will blaze with notoriety. It will flash a splendid demonstration upon all kindreds and tongues, of the truth of revelation, which no sophistry can elude, no obduracy resist.-Professor Bush of New York.

MARY SPENCER.

A TALE FOR THE TIMES.

CHAPTER XI.

Though not a grace appears on strictest search,

But that she fasts, and, item, goes to church."-CowPER.

EARLY on the Sabbath morning the little party set out on their way to Mr. Sidney's church. It consisted only of Mr. Graham and his two daughters, Mary Spencer and Emma Clifford. A few villagers followed their example, and with these they occasionally interchanged such converse as suited the sacred season.

It was a time for holy communion and meditation ; a meet preparation for the worship of the sanctuary, in which they were going to join. The subjects of their conversation were such as raise the mind above earth, and shed peace and light through it; and they forgot Puseyism and every other distracting ism until they met a party of villagers belonging to the parish to which they were going, walking hastily towards Fernely, with excited looks, “Well, my good friend," said Mr. Graham, "Where are you going with all this speed? Something of great importance must surely induce you to turn your backs upon your own church."

"Oh, (replied some of the men laughing,) we are going to see the images, and the candles, and the holy water which you have got in Fernely church now."

"Images, and candles, and holy water!" repeated Mr. Graham, "No, no, we have not got them yet. Nor are we likely to have them, until idle curiosity, such as yours, shall have led people to listen to doctrine that may prepare the way for such trumpery. And when you are ready to look at them with reverence, then perhaps Mr. Norman, or some one who thinks as he does, may treat you to a sight of the images, and candles, and holy water."

"No fear of that time ever coming, sir," answered one of the men, 66 we are all good protestants; but it is certain that something new is going to be done in Fernely church to-day, and we want to see what it is. You know we can guard better against a danger, after we have seen it for ourselves, than if we only take it upon hearsay."

"To guard against a danger, by running headlong into it, is a new method of defence, my friends, and I think a mockery of Him to whom you pray, 'Lead us not into temptation.' Be persuaded by me and return to your own church, where you may hear to-day, what will make you wiser and happier all your life. Remember the admonition of holy writ, "Cease, my son, to hear the instruction that causeth to err.''

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Oh, but Sir," said the man, "if the images are really there, we mean to get up and come out of the church, the moment he shows his head in the pulpit, so we shall not hear any bad instruction."

"If Fernely church were the only place of wor