Trembling and bent beneath the weight of shame, the craven stood, while they smote the golden spurs from his heels, and brake his dishonored sword above his head, and the terrible requiem wailed over the perished emblems of his former innocence. The Grand Master of the Templars then entered upon the stage, bearing a silver basin filled with tepid water,-and the herald, holding it up, exclaimed, " By what name call men the knight before us ?" The pursuivants answered, " The name which was given him in baptism,—the name by-which his father was known, —the name confirmed to him in chivalry is Sir Francis d'Essai." The heralds again replied, " Falsehood sits upon his tongue and rules in his heart; he is miscreant, traitor, and Infidel." Immediately the Grand Master, in imitation of baptism, dashed the water in his face, saying, " Henceforth be thou called by thy right name, Traitor !" Then the heralds rang out a shrill note upon the trum-pets, expressive of the demand, " What shall be done with the false-hearted knave?" Prince Edward in his majesty arose, and in a voice agitated with a sense of the awful penalty, replied, "Let him with dishonor and shame be banished from the kingdom of Christ—Let his^ brethren curse him, and let not the angels of God intercede for him." Immediately each knight drew his sword, and presenting its gleaming point against the now defenceless D'Essai, crowded him down the steps to the altar, where the pur-suivants seized him, and forced him into his coffin, and placed him on the bier, and the attendant priests completed the burial-service over his polluted name and perjured soul. At a sign from the king, the bearers took up the bier, and all the vast congregation followed in sad procession, to the city-gates, where they thrust him out, a thing accursed, while the great bell from the lofty tower of the cathedral told the tale of his infamy in tones of terrible significance, "Gone—gone—gone—virtue, faith, and truth ; lost—lost— HEROINES OF THE CRUSADKS.