ing! I am
Lucifer, thy brother! Hast thou not, O sullen king, served me and mine;
and hast thou not wrested the earth from thy Lord who sittest above, and
given it to me, by darkening the souls of men with the religion of fear?
Wherefore come, brother, come; thou hast a throne prepared beside my own
in the fiery gloom. Come! The heavens are no more for thee!"

Then the star rose from his throne, and descended to the side of
Lucifer; for ever hath the spirit of discontent had sympathy with the
soul of pride. And they sank slowly down to the gulf of gloom.

It was the first night of the new year, and the stars sat each on his
ruby throne, and watched with sleepless eyes upon the world. But sorrow
dimmed the bright faces of the kings of night, for they mourned in
silence and in fear for a fallen brother.

And the gates of the heaven of heavens flew open with a golden sound,
and the swift archangel fled down on his silent wings; and the archangel
gave to each of the stars, as before, the message of his Lord, and to
each star was his appointed charge. And when the heraldry seemed done
there came a laugh from the abyss of gloom, and half-way from the gulf
rose the lurid shape of Lucifer the fiend!

"Thou countest thy flock ill, O radiant shepherd! Behold! one star is
missing from the three thousand and ten!"

"Back to thy gulf, false Lucifer!--the throne of thy brother hath been
filled."

And, lo! as the archangel spake, the stars beheld a young and
all-lustrous stranger on the throne of the erring star; and his face
was so soft to look upon that the dimmest of human eyes might have gazed
upon its splendour unabashed: but the dark fiend alone was dazzled
by its lustre, and, with a yell that shook the flaming pillars of the
universe, he plunged backward into the gloom.

Then, far and sweet from the arch unseen, came forth the voice of God,--

"Behold! on the throne of the discontented star sits the star of Hope;
and he that breathed into mankind the religion of Fear hath a successor
in him who shall teach earth the religion of Love!"

And evermore the star of Fear dwells with Lucifer, and the star of Love
keeps vigil in heaven!

CHAPTER XX. GLENHAUSEN.--THE POWER OF LOVE IN SANCTIFIED PLACES.--A
PORTRAIT OF FREDERICK BARBAROSSA.--THE AMBITION OF MEN FINDS NO ADEQUATE
SYMPATHY IN WOMEN.

"YOU made me tremble for you more than once," said Gertrude to the
student; "I feared you were about to touch upon ground rea