For Cyprus, few were wo1 but with us went Tho Lord's own strength ! That time is over now, Those ten aro dust nnd ashes, yet God mend it ! Old Hugo still crawls slowly on the earth, Hut can no more his prancing steed bestride, Nor swing his shimmering lance. Thou gav'st it mo (Laying his lance upon (he Altar.) And now take back again thy gift—God mend it ! I have been steward of it with perfect mind. With perfect mind ?—Nay, Holy Virgin, thero The old man lied ! God mend it ! No !—Fell not Poor Robert ?—0 Mother ! Can thy mantlo's graco Enfold and hide unreason's blemished face ? Yet ofttimes may thy servant, perchance, the right have done ; Accept tho grey-haired sinner, for the love of thy dear Son ! [lie kneels before tlie image of Mary awl tries to pray. Enter ROBERT, dressed as a secular Knight, unobserved by COMMANDER HUGO, who is deeply absorbed in his endeavour to pray. ROBERT (perceiving the COMMANDER). At last ! He's here. Ho seems absorbed in prayer. Shall I disturb him ? How his silver'd head Gleams in the rosy light of dawning day ! How curiously it shows reflected back Upon tho shafts of lapis lazuli ! How home-like all here seems to me, and yet Estranged, depressing ! (Looking at the statue of André of Monlbarry.) Hast thou still thy scrip, 1 After the loss of Jerusalem, Aeca, now St. Jean d'Acre, became tho metropolis of the Latin Christians, nnd the Templars exercised there one of the numerous independent commands by which the city had many sovereigns but no government. It was stormed by the Mamelukes, May 18, 1291. Tho convent-fortress of the Templars resisted three days longer; but the great Master was pierced with an arrow; and of five I hundred knights only ten were left alive. The King of Jerusalem, the] patriarch, and the great Master of the hospital effected their retreat toi the shore ; but the sea was rough and many were drowned before they could reach Cyprus. — Gibbon, cb. 59.—Trans. 22 t THE TEMPI.AUS IN CYPRUS. [ACT VI. I