This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1840. Excerpt: ... ther, the blessed Queen Sancha, gave her to him at the holy altar--her young and beautiful countenance beaming with confidence and love. Here, dearest Joanna, let us repose under this palm-tree, and listen for the last time to the clear murmuring stream. I know not why, but I am oppressed with melancholy; yet am I not the happiest of mortals? though I cannot dispel the thought that all this felicity is soon to vanish. Dear Joanna, if I die, think sometimes on the father of your child--on your poor Andrew, whose only grief was that he could not become worthy of your love." "Wherefore these gloomy forebodings, dear Andrew, when everything promises happiness? dream not thus of evil, but think on our approaching coronation and the joy of the people. Remember that you will soon become a father--that the birth of our dear child will reconcile all contending claims to the throne, and secure us from the ambition of both parties." The King shook his head mournfully; and continued, --" I fancy I see the future passing before me. I see you, Joanna, crowned, but, alas not with me. Yes, there he stands, the idol of the people, the valiant, the brave, that graceful and admired being. But I pain you, dear Joanna, --nay, weep not; I will not indulge these gloomy reflections. I know you love me Nay, be not angry; I had a foolish dream last night; but I will think of it no longer." Here they were interrupted by Bertha, who ran towards them with an anxious countenance, and throwing herself at the Queen's feet, exclaimed, " Oh, leave this place, I beseech you, most gracious Queen. It is in vain to disguise it--you are surrounded with dangers. I cannot ascertain what it is, but I am sure there is some plot against you. Leave this place to-day, instead of to-morrow: you will b...