nothing could recompenſe him for the ſacrifice he made, in returning to the tumults of the world, but the enjoyment of domeſtic happineſs in the arms of a virtuous wife. Here his eyes glanced with ſo much tenderneſs upon her, as perfectly to explain and apply the general ſentiment. She bluſhed and looked down, a movement ſo animating to his hopes, that he inſtantly ſet about packing up; having performed this, he decked himſelf once more in a ſoldier’s habit, and, with his fair companion by his ſide, purſued the path which led to his home.
In Swabia there is a ſmall town, called Eglington on the Rock; it belongs to the Gravenegg family, and it was there Friedbert’s mother lived, bleſſing the memory of her departed huſband, and curſing the people of Meiſſen, whom ſhe ſuppoſed to have cut off Friedbert, the laſt ſtay of the family. Upon every maimed and wounded pike-man, who, on his return from the expedition, begged alms at her door, ſhe
