impatience in their looks, to see and receive the newly declared heir of Montmorenci.
St. Julian now strove to regain his composure, that he might appear to bear the unexpected reverse in his situation with that calm dignity befitting a cultivated mind, and one which built not its happiness on the adventitious gifts of fortune; but vainly did he strive to do so. He trembled as he entered the ancient mansion of his forefathers, from which he had been so long unjustly exiled, trembled with violent emotion as he surveyed their warlike trophies, to which the spirit in his bosom told him he might have added, had not the hand of injustice plunged him in obscurity.
The resentment this idea excited was as transient however as involuntary, and though involuntary he repented it.
He was now called, he considered, to the presence of his father to receive from his
