of dust rising behind the hills. Then came banner, and pennon, and lance, and glittering armor, and the Red Cross fluttering on the wind. In scattered bands spurring on their horses for life, on came the western division of the croises. None waited for the others, but each hastened to the fight, and rank after rank, troop after troop, shouting, 'Deus vultj '•Deus vult] rushed over the mountains to the valley of the battle. The christian war-cry thrilled the heart of the heroic Gilbert, and he panted once more to join the standard that bore the emblem of our holy religion. Tearing off the white turban that Zaida had bound about his brow, he held it up aloft, vainly hoping to attract the attention of his countrymen, and regain his liberty. But all were too intent upon the rout of the Infidels, to notice the signal, and his heart sunk within him, as the emir, fear-ing total discomfiture, commanded the slaves to carry away the women and prisoners to a strong fastness in the moun-tains. As they led him along the brow of the hill, he still kept his longing eye fixed upon the scene of conflict, and distinctly discerned at the head of the division of Raimond and Godfrey, the forms of two canonized martyre, in armor glittering above the brightness of the sun ; and he could perceive that their presence struck terror into the heart of the enemy. But farther particulars concerning the battle he could not learn, except from the Saracens themselves, who seemed sadly discomfited, and hurried on in advance of the christian army, through Phrygia and Cilicia, laying waste the villages, and making a desert of the country through which they passed. At Tarsus he was separated from his faithful Zaida, and lodged alone in a Payniin tower, overlooking the Cydnus. Here lie pined in loneli-ness day by day, gazing through the arrow-slit upon the never-varying hills, or watching wearily the waterfowl ßporting upon the bosom of the stream. The christian host passed beneath the very walls of his tower. lie distin-guished the forms of Robert, and Stephen, and the Athe-ling, and the armorial bearings and ensigns of the various detachments of European chivalry, and he struggled like ADELA. 95