YOUTHFUL DREAMS. 15

Guy, as they walked along the grassy margin of the
river, which flowed tranquilly on, while the salmon
leaped in its silver tide, and the trouts glided like
silver darts through the clear stream, and the white
and brindled cows cooled their hoofs in the water;
‘and yet I know not how it comes to pass, good
Walter; but beshrew me if, at times, I do not fancy
that it is a dream of the night.’

‘In truth, brave Guy,’ replied the other, ‘I com-
prehend not how you can have any doubts on the
subject, when you see the sacred badge on our
shoulders, and when we have, even within the hour,
learned that the ships of the great Saxon earl, in
which we are to embark for the Holy Land, are now
riding at anchor before the town of Berwick.

‘You are right, good Walter, said Guy, quickly ;
‘and marry! worse than an infidel am I to havea
doubt; and yet when I think of all the marvels we
are likely to behold, I can scarce credit my good
fortune. Just imagine, Walter Espec, the pictu-
resque scenery —the palm-trees, the fig-trees, the
gardens with flowers, and vines, and citrons, and
pomegranates; the Saracenic castles, the long cara-
vans of camels, and the Eastern women veiled in
white, standing at fountains, and all the wonders
that palmers and pilgrims tell of! Oh! the adven-
ture appears so grand, that I now begin to dread
lest some mischance should come to prevent us
going.’

‘And I,’ observed Walter, calmly, ‘ have no dread ot
the kind; and I am, heart and soul, bent on the holy
euterprise ; albeit, I reck little of caravans of cameis,