IA DO. In tho Grey-Friars' monastery At Acrt', the giKid monks assigned to mo A small rest-chamber. Vet oftwhiles I'm driven Forth like a NWff ping t«inje*t, iind, like fate, I restless roam o'er field and heath and sea. And enter where good people dwell, by night. To sing what ha* been done, and what «hall be. MoLAT. At Acre, in the Grey-Friars' monastery ! How strange ' Some forty years ago fell there My worthy friend and undo in the fray, Guarding tho Cross's banner; they interred Him in that very cloister— Kutio (with changed raised voice). Marshal Kudo '? MOLAT (eagerly). Christ's dear wound*' sake ! um) me now behold y face, for 'tis mine uncle's voice I hear. [As lté prêtées towanls hint, KUDO stand* up, ami throws back his blue robe so that his gulden armour bearing the Cross, and the brûlai wreath on his head are seen. KUDO (in deeply earnest and solemn tones). When torments hedge theo round, They spring from starry courts that shine before theo, this thought reassure thee ; vo beckons thee through pain !—Ho lord of fate, ien flames aro curling o'er thee ! bon art the power that can tho stars create ! "re waste* tho Cross, for thee tho eternal harps resound. (('"cerimj himself anew, ami reassuming his former tone.) nd, lute-strings, sound, in tho cold house of death ! omo to warm cell the old man hastencth ! [Exit, playing on his lute. r Tin K. V.] THK TIMI-LAB* IX crrmCi.