once more for the redemption of the Holy Sepulchre, but his earnest appeal received no response from the sovereigns of Christendom, and within three years the last strain of the great anthem " Hierosolyma liberati" that began with the swelling tones of mustering warriors and sounded on through two centuries in the soul-stirring harmonies of ju-bilante peans, alternating with the mournful measures of funeral dirges, ended in a last sad refrain over the dimin-ished remnants of the military orders, who, in a vain de-fence of Acre, dyed the sands of Syria with their blood. From Sicily the royal crusaders proceeded to Ronie, where they were cordially welcomed and splendidly enter-tained by Pope Gregory X., who, having long filled the office of confessor in their household, had been recalled from the Holy Land, to occupy the chair of St. Peter. In the train of the King of England was his cousin, Henry, son of Richard of Cornwall, a gallant young noble who had led the detachment that opposed the band of Lei-cester, and, by his warlike prowess, greatly contributed to the successful issue of the sanguinary conflict at Evesham. His zeal and loyalty during this doubtful period, commend-ed him to the confidence of Edward, and he had still more endeared himself to his royal patron, by his ardor in battling against the Infidels, and his brilliant achievements at the siege of Nazareth. The young Henry was the affianced husband of the Princess Mary, in consequence of which, Eleanora had ad-mitted him to an intimacy, and evinced for him an affection almost equal to thatenjoyed by the royal children themselves. During the stay of the king at Rome, the devoted Henry obtained permission to make a pilgrimage to a celebrated shrine near Naples, for the consecration of sundry relics which he had collected in Palestine. As he knelt at the foot of the altar and closed his eyes in prayer, he was not aware of the entrance of his mortal enemy, Guy de Mont-fort, son of the Earl of Leicester. With stealthy tread the assassin approached, bent over the suppliant youth, and exclaiming, " Die ! murderer of my father !" thrust his HEROINES OF THE CRUSADES.