And then they bound the holy knot before St. Mary's shrine,
Which makes a paradise on earth when hearts and hands combine;
And every lord and lady bright that was in chapel there,
Cry'd, Honour'd be the bravest knight, belov'd the fairest fair.
Lenox. There, 'tis finished—how do you like it?
Christine. Why, so, so—if you wish something to remind you of me, it will do.
Lenox. No, not so; your image is too forcibly impressed here to need so dull a monitor. But I ask it to reciprocate—wear this for my sake [Gives a miniature.], and think of him who, even in the battle's rage, will not forget thee. [Bugle sounds at a distance.] Hark! 'tis a bugle of our army. [Enter a Soldier, who delivers a letter to Lenox and retires—Lenox opens and reads it.]
"The enemy, in force, has thrown up entrenchments near Chippewa; if your wounds will permit, join your corps without delay—a battle is unavoidable, and I wish you to share the glory of a victory. You have been promoted as an aid to the general for your gallantry in the last affair. It gives me pleasure to be the first who announces this grateful reward—lose not a moment.
Your friend,
Mandeville."
I must be gone immediately.
Enter Jasper and Jenkins from the cottage.
Jasper. Ah! Lenox, my boy, good morning to you. Why Christine, you have had a long ramble with the invalid.