plumes were shaken with greater violence than before.

"Unhappy Prince that I am," cried Manfred. "Holy Father! will you
not assist me with your prayers?"

"My Lord," replied Jerome, "heaven is no doubt displeased with your
mockery of its servants. Submit yourself to the church; and cease
to persecute her ministers. Dismiss this innocent youth; and learn
to respect the holy character I wear. Heaven will not be trifled
with: you see--" the trumpet sounded again.

"I acknowledge I have been too hasty," said Manfred. "Father, do
you go to the wicket, and demand who is at the gate."

"Do you grant me the life of Theodore?" replied the Friar.

"I do," said Manfred; "but inquire who is without!"

Jerome, falling on the neck of his son, discharged a flood of
tears, that spoke the fulness of his soul.

"You promised to go to the gate," said Manfred.

"I thought," replied the Friar, "your Highness would excuse my
thanking you first in this tribute of my heart."

"Go, dearest Sir," said Theodore; "obey the Prince. I do not
deserve that you should delay his satisfaction for me."

Jerome, inquiring who was without, was answered, "A Herald."