in mind that design called 'The Elector,' in which the Prince, emerging
from his palace gate, with a cloud of courtiers behind, is met by a poor
woman, her little child by the hand, appealing to his compassion,
despising whom, he turns away with a serene disdain. Beneath, in black
letter, is inscribed the text '_Princeps induetur maerore et quiescere
faciam superbiam potentium_'--and gigantic Death lays his fingers on the
great man's ermine tippet.

It is a copy of this, which, in very splendid colouring, fills the window
that lights the Brandon state seat in the chapel. The gules and gold were
reflected on the young man's head, and with a vain augury, the attorney
read again the solemn words from Holy Writ, _'Princeps induetur
maerore.'_ The golden glare rested like a glory on his head; but there
was also a gorgeous stain of blood that bathed his ear and temple. His
head was busy enough at that moment, though it was quite still, and his
sly eyes rested on his Prayer-book; for Sparks, the millionaire clothier,
who had purchased Beverley, and was a potent voice in the Dollington
Bank, and whose politics were doubtful, and relations amphibious, was
sitting in the pew nearly opposite, and showed his red, fat face and
white whiskers over the oak wainscoting.

Jos. Larkin, like the rest of the congregation, was by this time praying,
his elbows on the edge of the pew, his hands clasped, his thumbs under
his chin, and his long face and pink eyes raised heavenward, with now and
then a gentle downward dropping of the latter. He was thinking of Captain
Lake, who was opposite, and, like him, praying.

He was thinking how aristocratic he looked and how well, in externals, he
became the Brandon seat; and there were one or two trifles in the
captain's attitude and costume of which the attorney, who, as we know,