RoMKRT (-/Vvp/y nim/), My noble, honoured father ! Oh, you heap Hot burning omis u|on my trouhlail head 1 ( h, iiardon, that for one brief -jiace I broke So sinfully through my sweet duty'a bond* ! ComtAJIDRB. Tea, that waa foolish!— H M:KT. Grant mo onec again Your grace, and all my deepest wounds aro healed. [With thr*. \r,,rU he Jallt OH his k»eet he/.-n- the C"MMl\t'l l:, (iw/ ••tubrtm hu knert, CoMMA\lUI. "hat dost thou thero ?—God mend it ! Fie, stand up !— Templar kneels to no one but his God ! e, tic! stand up! (II MR gelt up.) There's moisture in mine eyes, ! ! Shame on thee, disgracing an old knight fith tears like women ! Fie !—For shame, old mail ! KonLRT (embracing him). Oh, Father, let mo kiss theso tears away ! COMMANDER. ey aro my first !—Leavo mo alone, bad Robert ! •'or if tho people saw mo, they would say : ' The old Commander now begins to dote ; fought through eighty years, and Io, ho weejw ! " ROBERT. )h could I set theso first heroic tears pearls of prieo on that red Cross which now lost to me for ever !— COMMANDER. 'Tis not lost !— »o, no, God mend it ! I will know uo rest lit thou remainest in tho Order !— HO. I.] I"' TKMILAttS IX CTI-Bt». 1_7