lower. “Reply to the question put to É. name thy accomplices.” “I have told thee all. Thou hast refused to answer me. I scorn and desy the Si o are closed.’ The grand inquisitor glanced to his brethren and raised his hand. His assistants whispered each other; one of them rose and disappeared behind the canvass at the back of the tent. Presently the angings were withdrawn, and the prisoner beheld an interior chamber, hung with various instruments, the nature of which was betrayed by their very shape; while by the rack, placed in the centre of that dreary chamber, stood a tall, and grisly figure, his arms bare, his eyes bent, as by an instinct, on the prisoner. Almamen gazed at these dread preparations with an unflinching aspect. The guards at the entrance of the tent aproached; they struck off the setters }. his feet and hands; they led him towards the appointed place of torture. Suddenly the Israelite paused. • Priest,” said he, in a more humble ac£ent than he had yet assumed, ‘the tidings that thou didst communicate to me respecting the sole daughter of my house and love bewildered and confused me for the moment. Suffer me but for an instant to recollect my senses, and I will answer without compulsion all thou mayst ask. Permit thy questions to be repeated.’ The 1)6minican, whose cruelty to others seemed to o: sanctioned by his own insensibility"o fear and contempt for bodily pain, smiled with bitter scorn at the apparent vačillation and weakness of the prisosier; but as he delighted not in torture merely for torture's sake, he mo: tioned to the guards to release the Israelité; and replied. a voice unnaturally mild and kindly. considering the circumstances of the scene. • Prisoner, could we save thee from pain, even by the anguish of our own esh and sinews, Heaven is our judge that we would willingly undergo the torture which, with grief and sorrow, we ordain. ed to thee, Pause; take breath; collect thyself. Three minutes shalt thou have to eonsider what course to adopt ere we repeat the question. But then beware how {. triflest with our indulgence.'

sufficesi I thank thee,” said the He

brew, with a touch of gratitude in his voice. As he spoke he bent his face with. in his bosom, which he covered, as in profound meditation, with the solds of his long robe. Scarce half the brief time al. lowed him had expired when he again lifted his countenance, and, as he did so,

flung back his garment. The Domin:can

uttered a loud cry; the guards started back in awe. A wondersul change had come over the intended victim : he seemed to stand among them literally wrapped in fire; flames burst from his lip. and played with his long locks, as, catching the glow. ing hue, they curled over his shoulders like serpents of burning light: blood-red were his breast and limbs, his haughty crest, and his outstretched arm ; and āş, for a single moment; he met the shudder. ing eyes of his judges, he seemed, indeed, to verify all the superstitions of the time; no longer the trembling captive, but the mighty demon or the terrible magician. The Dominican was the first to recover his self-possession. ‘Seize the enchanter" he exclaimed; but no man stirred. Ere yet the exclamation had died on his lip, Almamen took from his breast a vial, and dashed it on the ground; it broke into a thousand shivers: a mist rose over the apartment; it spread, thickened, darken. ed, as a sudden hight; the lamps could not o: it. The luminous form of the He. rew grew dull and dim, until it vanished in the shade. On every eye blindness seemed to fall. There was a dead silence,

broken by a cry and groan; and when,

after some minutes, the darkness gradual.
ly dispersed, Almamen was gone. One
of the guards lay bathed in blood upon the
ground; they raised him: he had attempt.
ed to seize the prisoner, and been stricken
with a mortal wound. He o as he
faltered forth the explanation. In the con-
fusion and dismay of the scene none no-
ticed till long afterward that the prisonet
had paused of enough to strip the dy.
ing guard of his long mantle; a proof
that he feared his more secret arts might
not suffice to bear him safe through the
camp without the aid of worldly strata.
“The fiend hath been among us!" said
the Dominican, solemnly, falling on his
knces—"let us pray!" o

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outshone every competitor, nor were her

virtues inferior to her lover's; one thought and alone, would oft-times cloud her fair brow with sadness---her fortune amounted not to one-fiftieth part of Augustus', and she too well knew the avaricious disposition of his father. to allow the remotest idea of their wishes being realized by any application to him; Augustus too, was fearful, he had observed the contracted brow, vacant stare, and thoughtful mood of his parent of late, and therefore feared speaking, not doubting his father had foreseen his attachment.— Weeks passed in this state, until the impatient Augustus, although dreading, determined to communicate with his parent on the subject. lt was a lovely morning in the middle *f June, as father and son were taking their morning beverage, the birds warbled herily as they sportively hopped among the fantastic trees; the enchanting view

from the window enlivening the sight with the beauteous fields clad in their gayest hue—the rippling streams and distant hills, all served to magnify the beauty ef the surrounding prospect; Augustus gazed on it with a boyish exstasy, never had he before observed such grandeur in the scene before him. He turned towards his father, who appeared to be in deep meditation; the idea of arousing him now occurred, gently pressing his hand, he fearfully hinted his wish to know the cause of his parent's abstraction. “Look around you,” said Augustus, “at the vast extent of beautiful grounds—the delightful prospect—have these not charms sufficient to drive away that clouded brow! Say, my father, what demon can cause that high-tinged cheek and troubled mien 1 Glance but arcund you, cannot the sight of your entensive domain—” “JMy domain,” groaned forth his infatuated parent, “my domain, alas, alas, what horror do those little words convey to my deluded brain; my son,” continued he, “hear me; ’tis useless to delay—hear me, and curse your parent, curse him that brought you up in opulence to become a beggar. Oh, my son, vent not your anger yet, but listen. I have ruined you—myself—all, all, is gone; that cursed vice that was my rage has ruined me. Oh, my son, if you still value a father's advice—his blessing, avoid cards, avoid them as you would a noxious reptile, for not only have they ruined me in fortune but honor: I am amenable to my country's laws; for what? Oh, heavens' forgery; forgery is my crime; yes, now, you know all—now curse me—but remember my advice.” Here the unhappy father sank back in his chair exhausted. Augustus stood as petrified; he glanced his eyes toward the landscape, that a few moments before had yielded him such delight, all now appeared tasteless—to his eyes all seemed dark and dismal; his hopes were blasted, all the visionary clouds of happiness had vanished. He had not remained in this thoughtful mood long, ere a loud noise on the stairs proclaimed an unusual interserance, he turned towards his parent, who had risen from his seat.

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“It is the officers,” cried his father, “say, my son, do you forgive—” “Oh, yes, sir; make your escape, for heaven's sake be quick, that door,” said his sch, locking the other. “I cannot, cannot go,” cried the delu. ded parent—“until I have some token of your forgivness, some remembrance—” “Take this,” replied Augustus, handing his own miniature (intended for Alice) around his father's neck—in another moment he had disappeared; a minute scarcely elapsed cre the officers entered —the bird had flown—escaped. After a lapse of six months, (during which Augustus had not received any communication from his father.) he was united to his beloved Alice; they had re. moved to London, the cstates and effects having been realized to satisfy the nu. merous creditors; here on the fortune of Alice they lived happily for some time: one similing cherub alone blessed their union; two years glided away, the love of the bridal couple weded into the more sobered quietness of husband and wife. Augustus had contracted nev acquain. tance, his hours of returning home became irregular, the flushed countenance and flurried step, too plainly spoke the distur. bed state of his mind; for hours would his distressed and heart-broken wife sit watching the starry firmament, as the

myriads of luminous lights receded to the

more magestic beams of the morning sun. ere her unhappy husband returned to his now desolate dwelling; no angry sentence escaped her pale lips, the eyes of the love. ly and still loving Alice, alone spoke her imprisoned thoughts, but they were unseen or unheeded by the care-worn Au. gustus; her imagination ever on the rack to invent some new scheme of pleasure to again draw her husband earlier to his home, gave way, and she dropped slowly but sure; her before pale, lived countc. nance again resumed a color but not the beauteous hue of the “maiden blush,” with which her lovely cheeks were won: to be endowed, it was a loveller deadlier tint which now usurped them—death had marked her as his own, still she complained not. The house in Albany street was exchanged for a more confined three story lodging in the vicinity of Regent

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any house of entertainment, we will leave our leaders to guess. Tire waned, the neglected wife was no longer able to support her totlering frame; it was not until life appeared al. most extinct, that Augustus was awaken.

ed to a sense of her danger; but now,

now that it was past the aid of human power to save, he hung over her, mad. dened at his own deliberate folly he al. most cursed the being that gave him birth. The fortune of his dying wife, the interest of which had for some timekept them with respectability, was gone, but how ! Oh, he could not, dare not ruminate; his Alice who still loved him with such devoted servency, was dying, and he had not the means of relieving even the smallest of his wants! his boy too-he could bear it no longer, but rushing from the house wandered, he scarce knew whither; the night was extremely dark; he found himself in a lonely street in the suburbs of the town, driven to a degree

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deadly weapon to his head.

At that moment the shadow of a man

scarcely visible, passed; a sudden thought

flitted o'er the mind of the ill-fated A*
“Stop,” he cried, with a wildnes
scarcely to be surpassed, at the same time
revolving the position of the pistol, “Your
money !” -
“'Tis all I have,” said the other, giving
him some loose silver. -
“Enough,” cried the distracted robbes
as seizing the money he rushed towar;

his home; he had already traversed to

greater part of Regent street, a sudden idea appeared to attract his attention.”

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useless; I may be fortunate,” retracing" few steps he entered a well known hoo

tunate; again and again they played."
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declared in his favor—his antagonist
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exulting in his prosperity, prepared to re-upon business of the utmost importance, lieve his dying wife. and requiring him to come unattended. “Stop, cricd the old man, think not. His lordship, who did not pay immediate shus easily to dupe me, the dice were attention to this letter, received a second, loaded.' the next day, in terms still more energetic. High words ensued, blows followed, This second summons appeared too singuiwords were immediately procured, and lar to be disregarded. Lord S., therefore, he gamblers rushed to the back of the went to the place appointed, without any house—their weapons clashed, another attendants, but not unwarned; nor was he moment, and the vitorious sword of Au'absolutely devoid of fear, when he entergustus entered the other's breast; the ed one of the bye-places, in the metropoblood flowed profusely ; all the virtues of lis, that most commonly indicate the resihis early days rushed to the mind of the dence of poverty and wretchedness. He ll-fated victor; he loosed the waiscoat of went up a dirty staircase into a garret, the dying man, and perceived a miniature where, by the glimmering light, he persuspended from the neck; almost paralized ceived a man, stretched upon a bed, with with fear, ha cast a single glance towards every appearance of extreme old age. it—oh, horror! who could describe or ‘My lord,” said this unexpected object, ‘I imagine the poignancy of his feelings-- was impatient to see you. I have heard it was his own miniature—he looked of your same. Be seated : you have noaround—the officers were approaching—thing to apprehend from a man a huna deep, deep groan followed by a con-dred and twenty-five years old.” Lord S. temptuous, horrid laugh, escaped the sat down, waiting with the utmost impaParacide—he drew his pistol—the officers sience for the unravelling of this extraorrushed forward—a flash—a report follow-dinary adventure, while the centenary ploed, the smoke dispersed, and the lifeless ceeded to inquire, whether his lordship body of the unfortunate Augustus laid, had not occasion for certain writings that with his head shattered, by the side of his related to his family and his fortune. murdered father. ‘Yes,’ replied his lordship with emotion, THE Boyer. “I want ccrtain papers, the loss of which has deprived me of a great part of my in

- heritance.’ ‘There,' returned the old man, - giving him the key of a small casket, Singular Adventure. ‘there are these writings deposited.” “To

- whom,’ said his lordship, the moment.he Lord S. was the favourite of George II. discovered the treasure, “to whom am I and one of the generals of the English ar, indebted for this inestimable favour?' 'Oh, my at the battle of Dettingen. the dispo- my son,’ replied the old man, “come, and sitions of Marshal de Noailles were soju-embrace your great grandfather.” “My dicious, that nothing but the impetuosity great grandfather l’ interrupted his lord

of a subordinate French officer saved the ship, with inexpressible astonishment. But. allied army from destruction, and even how much more was he astonished, when gave them an unexpected victory. The this ancestor informed him that he was the consequence was, that Lord S., who was masked executioner of King Charles I. the only person that seemed to be sensi-‘An insatiable thirst of vengeance,' conble of the unskilful movements of the al-'tinued he, “impelled me to this abominable lies, but whose sentiments were disregard crime. I had been treated, as I imagined, ed, lost the favour of his sovereign, and with the highest indignity by my soverretired from the army in disgust. On his eign. I suspected him of having seduced

arrival in London, he proposed to reside my daughter. I sacrificed every sense of on his estate in Scotland; but some days loyalty and virtue to revenge this imagibefore his intended departure, he received nary injury. I entered into all the dea letter in a very extraordinary style, cal-signs of Cromwell and his associates: I

culated, at once to stimulate curiosity, in paved the way to his usurpation: I even a mind not easily daunted. It desired an refined on vengeance: I solicited Crom

interview at a particular time and place, well to let me be the executioner, to fill up

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the measure of my guilt: the unhappy king knew, before the fatal blow, the man that was to inflict it. From that day my soul has been a prey to distraction and re morse. I have been an exile, a voluntary outcast, in Europe and Asia, near fourscore years. Heaven, as if to purish me with severer rigour, has prolonged my existence beyond the ordinary term of nature. This casket is the only remains of my fortune. I came here to end my wretched days: I had heard of your dis

grace at court, so much the reverse of

what your virtues merited; and 1 was desirous, before I breathed my last, to contribute thus to your welfare. All the return I ask is, that you leave me to my wretched fate, and shed a tear to the memory of one, whose long, long repentance, I hope, may at last expiate his crime.” Lord S. earnestly pressed his hoary ancestor to retire with him to Scotland, and there to live, for the remainder of his days, under a ficticious name. He long withstood all these entreaties; but wearied out, at length, by importunity, he consented, or rather seemed to consent. The next day, however, when his lordship returned, he found that his repentant great grandfather had quitted the spot; and, notwithstanding all the researches that were made, his fate remains a mystery to this


Wom AN.—“I have always remarked,’ says the celebrated traveller Ledyard, that women in all countries are civil, obl:ging, tender, and humane. To a woman, whether civilized or savage, I never addressed myself in the language of decency and friendship, without receiving a decent and friendly answer. With man, it has often been otherwise. In wandering over the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark; through honest Sweden, and frozen Lap. land; rude and churlish Finland, unprinci. pled Russia; and the wide-spread regions of the wandering Tartar, if hungry, dry, cold, wet, or sick, the women have ever been friendly to me, and uniformly so; and to add to this virtue (so worthy the appellation of benevolence), these actions have been performed in so free and kind a manner,that if I was dry,I drakn the sweetest draught; and if hungry, I ate the coarsest morsel with a double relish.” o

The Dying Wife.

AND I must die! I must pass away from the beautisul heart, Where the roses bloom and the birds have bi Fre the rude world's blight o'er my spirit has om, Ere the music of life has lost one tone; As the dew.d op swept from the aspern spray, With the summer's breath, I must pass away. The maiden laughs in the sunny glade : Ah why doth she laugh? Her joys must fade. All that is dearest to her, are mine, All that's brightest, on mc now shine: There's joy for me still in the lemon-leav'd borer, Where the mocking bird sits, in the hushed nighthoun There's joy sor me still in the festal throng, In the mazy dance, and the sparkling song; There's flush in my check, a light in mine eye, And my heart beats warm—but I must die!

I must leave them now! I must pass from the home of my childhood's mirth And my place shall be mourned by my father's hearth, His hair is white and his eye is dim– And who shall now speak of the glad earth to him! And who shall now pour on his time-dulled ear, The olden lay that he loved to hear? He will sit and pine in his dwelling lone, For I was his all, and l shall be gone. There is one on my hcart hath a tenderer claim! I have taught my soft child to lisp his name; On his faithful breast when my head is laid, | forget I am dying—my pain is stayed.

trust to his words, as on hopc he dwclls,

But the pale lip mocks what the fond heart tells:
The cold drops stand on his manly brow,
Oh God! must 1 leavc—must I leave him now?

I will come again!
I will come again, in the twilight gloom,
When the sad wind wails o'er my lowly tomb;
When the shades in the bower and the star in the sky
The early loved scenes will I wander by ;
I will puss by the hall of the glad and gay,
For they shall laugh on, though my smile be away;
Where the aged man weeps, my breath shall be ther,
I will come to my child at her young-voiced prayer;
When lovely she neels by her father's side,
tlis gaze resting on her, his darling and pride.
With a dark'ning shade his brow be crossed,
As his thoughts are afar with the loved one lost;
I will live in her form, I will speak in her eye,
I will steal from his lip the half breathed sigh;
With her silvery, voice, will I sootle his pain,
I will whisper in his heart, “I ain come again!"

WOMAN.—or rollock.

* Daughter of beauty: choice ocings made!
Much praised, much blamed, much loved; but flirts
Th;in aught beheld, than aught imagined else;
Fairest, and dearer than all else most dear;
1.ight and darksome wildcrness! to Time
As stars to night, whosc cyes were spells that held
The passenger forgetful of his way:
Whose smiles were hope, whose actions perfect gro
Whose love, the solace, glory, and delight
Of man, his boast, his riches, his renown;

When found, sufficient bliss: when lost, despair!
Stars of creation l images of love!”

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