thought was a hideous crime. Even now, as he sat upon his couch, a savage smile came over his face, at the recollection of the death pangs of two citizens, on whose murder he had that day feasted. Gradually, the fierce expression faded—and visions crossed his depraved imagination, of beauty oft made his own—of demon plans to win yet more to his loathsome embraces;–but ever and anon, as he thus indulged his foul desires, a shudder came over him—a paleness overspread his countenance, and his eye peered in every corner. There was a slight sound—he sprung to his feet, and the drops came out upon his forehead—and, in a tremuHous voice, as of a scared child, he called Out— “Jupiter defend me! Lucius, art thou there l’’ The voice of the guard at the door was heard in reply, and it calmed the fears of the emperor, who, muttering of assassins, threw himself upon his couch. He soon started again in an agony of terror, as the challenge of the guard sounded in the stillness; and he tremblingly grasped the handle of his naked sword, when he heard the door slowly open. A soldier entered, made his obeisance, and approached the almost shrieking monarch—and not until he had spoken, was he recognized to be the trusty, the faithful Glycon. “Pardon me that I intrude upon thee, my master, thus unseasonably I bethought me thou would not desire me to sleep, ere my mission's end were made known to thee.” “Right, my Glycon. Let me grasp thy hand. Thy emperor rejoices in thy safety. Thou art ever watchful—we know thou hast achieved our work.” Glycon then detailed the events of the uprising which he had been sent to quell; when he had concluded, the emperor again spoke: “Nobly acted what need have we to fear, with such as thou art to protect? But soft—the guard again challenges a comer. 'Tis Rhetius, my tried captain, who hath returned from his post in Greece.” A slight start was the only evidence that Glycon knew aught of Rhetius—for he possessed the power to smother his passions within his breast. The emperor continued:

“Go thou within the inner chamber, my Glycon, until I have spoken with Rhetius. I will call thee when I have done.” Gladly did our hero avail himself of this command; for he could not calmly have met the betrayer of his sister—and the deep and settled hate burning within him might have broken out even in the chamber of Domitian. He strode hastily across the floor of the room designated, that his figure might not be shadowed in the mirrors around, and himself be revealed—yet he closed not the door, ere his enemy had entered, and the emperor thus spoken— “O, my Rhetius--welcome ! I sent for thee as I promised, to tell thee of the sunny Hyala.” Hyala –Glycon caught the sentence and stood aghast. Hyala –Domitian uttering that name? It could not be—he had not heard aright—and he bent his head, and stilled his very breath to listen. “Didst thou not find her in all as worthy the kisses of the mighty emperor as I had depicted 7” said the heartless parasite. “More—more,” exclaimed Domitian, his eye kindling, and his voice servent at the memory of her beauty. “Her breath was as sweet as the fragrant gales from the groves of the far east; and her ruby lips woed the kiss I hastened in rapture to bestow. Here—here is thy reward. She must come again.” “She shall, mighty emperor. May thy subject ask how received the girl the caresses of her great master’” “Coyly, coyly, my Rhetius—she shrunk and wept; and made me burn the more with the fire of love. But I conquered— I conquered. Remember, she must come again. Where got thou her " “In Greece, She was a peasant girl of my province. I won her love that I might bring her to thee.” “I thank thee—I thank thee! and now farewell. Bear thou this word to the darkeyed Hyaly; that Domitian loves her. Per Jove . She is a goddess! Farewell to Rhetius left the apartment, loaded with the price of his mistress; a casket of the richest gems; and Glycon came again before his monarch; but he looked not as before. There was a flush upon his face, a withering fire in his eye, a quiver on his lip, and drops of sweat upon his brow,

that told how mental agony had mastered even the careful soldier. His fingers played upon the handle of his sword, as if they longed to clutch it; he towered to his full height, and the steel plates that covered his breast rose and fell, and slightly rattled with its heaving. He did not, could not speak. “Thou mayst go, my Glycon,” said Domitian—in his reverie on the beauties of Hyala, blind to the emotion of his soldier. “Thou mayst go; assured of my Hove for thee; let me see thee to-morrow.” Glycon only bowed as he departed, and as the door closed behind him he grasped his sword with convulsive energy, while the breath came hard through his teeth. * # # * # # Another, a softly moving, cringing creature was not long after this in the chamber of Domitian. It was Matsuo, whom we have met before. “My lord, a prize have I for thee—a being so beautiful and bright, and young, that she seems one of the daughters of heaven sojourning on earth, a being who has been kept from the world, pure as the gushing fountain.” Domitian, while Matho thus discoursed, listened with a joy increased by every new epithet of praise. “Who is she, Matho 7” interrupted he: “ where? is she here ! Hast thou already procured her for me? Speak! What callest thou her ?” “Livia—-and she is the daughter of a proud senator. Force alone will get her. , how celestial are her charms ” “A senator! Curses light upon him and his order! Get her here is my signet; and slay the senator if it be necessary. Shall I have her to-morrow, Matho?” asked he, in eagerness, laying his hand on the Informer's arm. “Yes, my lord, and I dare to crave a boon. When thou hast done with her, shall Matho possess her?” “Yes, yes. I will give her to thee.” # # # * # * Glycon strode through the broad galleries of the palace, hardly conscious of his course; and his emotion grew more vivid and maddening as he went on. lie was governed by a wild determination to execute immediate vengeance. Hyala--his sister---what was she now? The thought

almost turned his brain, and hastily inqui. ring of the guard the direction, he rushed towards the apartment of Rhetius, im: pelled by passion, unknowing what end he would attain. He paused not at the door—the guard dared not oppose the entrance of so powerful an officer, and he was soon within the chamber. Rhetius was not there, but a quivering yet melodi. ous voice broke on his ear. “Rhetius, is it thou?” There was no reply, and Hyala stole softly forward and lifted her eyes to scan the comer. She saw him, knew him, and was blasted by the sight! She did not ul. ter a sound, but her gaze was chained on his, and the blood retreated to her heart, leaving her an icy statue. With a slight cry, as he mastered his thronging feel. ings, Glycon grasped her by the shoulder and drew her from the room. Sustained and carried onward by his giant strength she almost unconsciously moved along Accustomed to such sights, the servitors only glanced at them as they went by whispering, perhaps, to each other, a cas. ual remark; and thus they emerged from the palace, into the wide and sple: did gardens. Glycon went on, without pause or hesitation, toward a nook, a some distance, with the same dreadillo agony depicted on his countenance—and never did he bend his head to glance at the almost paralyzed being he was drag ging along, who now, nearly exhauste § scarce trod the earth beneath her, I was a quiet and lovely spot where Go || con paused: a grove encircled it, and marble fountain played ceaselessly ini's centre—its tinkling waters alone breaki; the stillness that hallowed the scene. B. neath, the greensward spread out like in inviting carpet—wooing the feet to tems its softness. Beside this fountain stoo ! Glycon with his sister. For a few so ments he held her as he had come, with out motion, as if he needed time to to lect his wild and bewildered senses, and || make sure of the stern purpose within his soul. Then he drew his hand across ho brow, and with a faint groan looked!" | poor Hyala—at first, the victim of so | own innocent heart—and then the * | trayed of the wretch who had firsttago her even the name of sin. She was" now the fair creature who laughed into

sunlight of her native Greece; though few could rival the beauty that yet robed her features. Alas ! the sorrow of blighted hope, of dread humiliation and shame was gnawing at her heart. Glycon smoothed away the dishevelled hair from her brow, and gazed into her eyes. With a quick gasp, she closed the aching lids as if the sight of him were pain. “Hyala"—at length he said, in low husky tones, “I loved thee. Thy mother doated on thee—and I have seen her watch thee when thy spirit was glad smil: ing in her joy, that the gods had bestowed upon her such a child. Thy father was proud when the villagers asked for the welfare of his beauteous daughter, and he, too, blessed Jupiter for the gift of thee. Thou wert the victim of a Roman | Thou preserdst the kiss of a Roman villain, to virtue and the love of thy kindred—and now!-Hyala—Hyala –where wast thou last night? Ha! thou shrinkest, and thy breath grows quick. Guilty one —0 ye gods—that ever such shame should be thine—that Glycon should blush for the Sister of his affection | What is fit for thee! Each day of thy life is heaping loads of ignominy on thee and me, Hyala, thou must die!” His right hand grasped his weapon, and it gleamed in the air. His arm Tembled, as if he had scarce courage for the deed; his face was blanched to showy whiteness, and his body rocked to And fro. He lifted the sword to strike— !! was a useless motion. The hands of Wola convulsively clasped together—a Hudden and fearful change came over f soatures; her fingers parted—the arm * Glycon bended beneath her lifeless "ight—and he laid her upon the earth— *eless—motionless–dead! He stooped down by her side and o her brow—and then taking a long, of ook at her face, he severed a lock it .. dark hair with his sword, thrust ...” his bosom, and strode away. He to o Some of the slaves in a few words the . her where she lay—and ere long, o ods were the covering to the sad i. boom—and the fountain played On Tits bell-like drcppings sounded the *y requiem of the departed.

(Concluded in our next.)

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dead bodies from the houses, the roads, and the La- k zaretto to the pit which formed cne vsst tomb for rich sort of tender respect. The mother o: and poor; as well as to conduct those suffering under back but betrayed neither displeasure no the disease to the Lazaretto, and superintend the burn- disdain.

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“No,” she exclaimed in a soft low voice, “you must not take her from me yet; I, myself must lay her on her bier: take this,” and she placed a well-filled purse in the hand which the Monatto had extended; “promise me,” she continued, “promise me that you will not remove the most trifling article from this precious form, that you will not suffer any one else to do so; but lay her in her grave just as she now is.” The Monatto placed his right hand on his breast, then with obsequious civility, the result of the ne'er till then felt emotions which subdued his hardened nature, rather than of the unexpected boon he had received, busied himself in clearing a space on the cart for the little corpse. The mother imprinted a long kiss on her child's brow, and laid her softly down, as though on a bed to sleep; she then arranged her snowy garment in graceful folds, around her. “Farewell, my Cecilia,” she murmured, “repose in peace ere another day has dawned we shall follow thee, and then we shall all be together forever; meanwhile, pray for us, and I will pray for the other dear ones who have gone before!---farewell" She then carefully spread a coverlit of fine white linen over the rigid little form, and thrning to the Monatto addressed him in a voice yet more low and unearthly; “Monatto,” she said, “you will re-pass at Vespers, forget not to enter, and ascend to the front chamher on the right of the first floor, you will then have to take me, and not me only, my last earthly treasure is dying also.” Thus saying, she returned slowly into the house, and in an instant after appealed on the balcony holding in her arms her youngest darling, still breathing it is true, but, with the stamp of death on its little face. Pressing the little sufferer to her breast, and trying to hush its mournful wailings, the still youthful mother stood

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her first-born, till the pest cart moved on and was finally lost to sight. Then she too, disappeared, and with an expiring ef. fort of strength, she laid her infant on the bed, stretched herself beside it, and breathed out her pure soul at the same moment its little spirit also winged its flight to realms supernal


A maiden sat in her desolate chamber. The roses that had decked her form at the gay assembly were fading and lay scattered around beneath her feet. The jewels were cast carelessly upon the table, and the gala dress was laid aside. Despair was written upon her lofty brow, and the solitary tear that trickled down her pale check bespoke the presence of deep and fearful sorrow. There was but one being upon whom Edith Tunnacliff could look and feel that his love was worth possessing; and, ere she knew it, her whole heart was gone. But she felt that her feelings were not reciprocated, and that the individual, upon whom she had silently and secretly bestowed her affections, viewed her with indifference, or gazed upon her as he did upon the devotees of fashion by whom he was surrounded. This was the cause of her appearance and emotions when we first saw her in her chamber. She moved—it was the first time for some moments. She leant her brow upon her small white hand, and gave vent to her sorrows. “I cannot, for my life, divine the cause of Manly's conduct. Whenever I enter the room, however gay he may have been, a cloud seems to steal over his brow, and he sits down in some corner, gloomy and discontented. It is my presence that af. fects him thus? What is there so terrible in me that causes such a revulsion of manner' And why do I love him Do I love him 2 Yes, I feel it; and I feel too that it is not reciprocated. This is too foolish– too silly for a woman. It might have done years ago, but now it is wrong. Yet I cannot resist it. It comes upon me with the blast of a whirlwind, and I cannot withstand its approach. I feel it within me tearing my frame in pieces, and burying my heart beneath its ruins. And he does not love me—if he did my present feelings would be right, but now they are wrong. I feel that they are so, and I must conquer them, though it rend my heart asunder.” With a look of conscious dignity Edith arose, and, brushing back the curls that

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