Pilgrim ? I too must wander. Shall tlio end My pilgrimngo awaiting, bo like thiiio? (lenking btick again on the COMMX\II i..) How ferrent ly tho old man yonder prays ! ilo drum th nigh hi* goal Why melt- thin he.irt Of mine with aadneaa never felt till now, Not heretofore so nerveless ? Wherefore is't Cold shuddering* thrill through nil my frame, «• though Tho k|iirit« of tho giant time- of old Wero hovering round mo in thia spurious hall ? 'T would seem tho marble form M took on them lifo; Ia thia illusion / (/feinting to the $tatue f Hugo, founder of the Onler.) Hugo beckons me, Holds out to mo his 1 .inner ! False conceit ! Vain-glorious dream, no more! Still he prays on, Thonged Grand-Commander! What would I Not givo for ono kiss on those eyebrows grey, Ono lenediction from that hero hand ! Yet—No ! Not now profaned by enrthly griefs That saintly spirit's quiet calm shall bo ! Flee, sorrowing Robert, flee this laud of rest ! And shalt thou win nnotheryct, my soul? (Looking at the statuts if th M'tsters.) Obeys not subject nature man's control? Yo smile, yo ancient Masters ?—well and good ! Know I, too, am a man, yo giant brood ! Yo could create, and I ?—I can renounco as surely, And, freed from thrall, can reach, alone, my goal securely! ASTRALIS appears as a youth, dresse! in bright blue, with a h Iter in hrr hand. ASTKAI.IS (approaching ROHKRT, just as he is turning round to go out by the d^tvr, trith ilisguisnl vdee). Greeting to thee, Sir Robert of Heredon ! ROIIKRT. Who calls mo ? A«THL|s (offering him the letter). Read, and what thou itudest, mark ! y •C. II. Tiir. TrUIH IN X H