As it enamoured and loath to leave their - !. - * * - ... Droop not, my beautiful child. O, we will

homes - Of beauty: nor should this thy white cheek fade From fear at me, a poor heart-broken wretch;- - Look at me. Why, the wind sings through my bones And children jeer me; and the boughs, that wave And whisper loosely in the summer air, Shake their green leaves in mockery, as to say, “These are the longer livers.’ Sylv. How is this? . . Jeron. I've numbered eighteen summers. Much may lie In that short compass; but my days have been - - Not happy. Death was busy with our house Early, and nipped the comforts of my home,

And sickness paled my cheek, and fancies (like t

* but delusive stars) came wandering

by me. --

There's one you know of ; that—no mat.

. . . ter—that

Drew me from out my way (a perilous guide,) -

And left me sinking. I had gay hopes, too, What needs themention--they are vanished,

Sylv. I— I thought—(speak softly, for my husband sleeps) . I thought when you did stay abroad so long,

And never sent nor asked of me or mine,
You'd quite forgotten Italy. -
Jeron. Speak again.
Was't so indeed. -
Sylv. Indeed, indeed.
Jeron. Then be it.
Yet what had l done Fortune that she could
Abandon me so entirely 2 Never mind 't:
Have a good heart, Sylvestra; they who
hate - . . .
Can killus, but no more, that's comfort. Ol
The journey is but short, and we can
reckon - *
On slumbering sweetly with the freshest
earth - -
Sprinkled about us..
Our secure tenement; nor need we fear,
Though cruelty be busy with our fortunes,
Or scandal with our names. .
Sylv. Alas, alas!

There no storms can

feed on flowers.

love. Then without fear: no mothers there; no gold, -

Nor hate, nor paltry perfidy, none, none.
We have been doubly cheated. Wholl
believe - -
A mother could do this?' but let it pass:
Anger suits not the grave. O, my own
love, - - -
Too late I see thy gentle constancy:
I wrote and wrote, but never heard; at

last - Quitting that place of pleasure, home I came . . . . . . . And found you married. Then— Sylv. Alas! - Jeron. Then I Grew moody, and at times I fear my brain Was fevered; but I could not die, Sylves. tra, . . .

And bid you no farewell.
Sylv. Jeronymo, . . . . .
Break not my heart thus:–they did de-
ceive me. -
They told me that the girls of France
were fair, . . .
And you had scorned
ish love; , - --
Threaten'd, and vow'd, cajol’d, and then
I married. . . . . A
Jeron. O! '.
Sylv. What's the matter?
Jéron, Soft! The night wind sounds
A * dirge for me, sweet. Let me
Ie -
Upon thy breast; I will
love. -
It is a shrine where innocence might die;
Nay, let me lie there once; for once Syk
vestra. . - -
Sylv. Pity me.
Jeron. So I do. . .
Sylv. Then talk not thus:
Though but a jest, it makes me tremble
Jeron. Jest? . -
lo my eye, and mark how true the
tale . . . . . - ‘. . .
I've told you: on its glassy surface lie.
Death, my Sylvestra. It is nature's last
And beautiful effort to bequeath a fire
To that bright ball on which the spirit so".
Through life; and looked out, in its vario
ous moods -

your poor and child.

not chilri. my

Jeron. Sweet in the land to come we'll'Of gentleness and joy, and love, and hope.

And gained this frail flesh credit in the world. - " It is the channel of the soul. Its glance o o reveals that substle power that Ot Redeem us from our gross mortality. Sylv. Why now you're cheerful. Jeron. Yes: 'tis thus I’d die. Sylv. Now I must smile. Jeron. Do so, and I'll smile too. I do; albeit—ah, now my parting words Lie heavy on my tongue; my lips obey not, And—speech—comes difficult from me, While I can, Farewell. Sylvestra, where's your hand? Sylv. Ah, cold. Jeron, "Tisso; but scorn it not, my poor girl. . y’ve used us hardly: bless 'em tho'. Thou wilt *:::: them? One's a mother, and may €e > - When that she knows me dead. Some air, more air; here are you? I am blind—my hands are numb'd ; This is a wintry night. So cover me, - [Dies.

singular and Interesting Narrative,

In the wars betwixt the Russians and the Turks, there are many barbarities committed by the troops of both nations, and they frequently rather contrive which hall lay a plan for a murder with more ingenuity, than fight with the open braveI and generosity of European warfare. he following story, told and vouched as *truthby a respectable officer in the ser. vice of the Court of Muscovy, is a most remarkable instance of this—The two armies, he said, were encamped at no #. distance from each other, on the anks of the Danube, and there was a deep morass between them, at the approaches owhich each of the armies had piquets. g to the length of time the war had *n carried on in the country, necessa* were becoming somewhat scarce; *nd the officers in particular, having been deprived of many of these little luxuries which are considered of so much impor

once in a camp, were very liberal to any one who could provide for them.

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Amongst others, whom the love of money tempted to engage in this traffic there was an old woman of a very sigular character and appearance. She was accustomed to bargain with the officers, to afford them

every thing, at a very inconsiderable price

on condition, that if they were killed before that time, she should have their property. Many of them were extremely willing to make an agreement on these terms as they had no prospect of fighting for a long while after the time she mentioned ; and they were accordingly supplied in everything they wished. Every one, to the great surprise of their comrades, were killed almost at her day, and almost in such a manner as could excite no suspicion that she had the smallest connexion with it; it was perhaps their turn to go out on a foraging party, and they were met by a detachment of the enemy on the same errand, or some dangerous post was given to their charge, on which they were attacked, and their whole party cut to pieces. The thing, however, happened so naturally, that others only cursed the luck of the old witch, and continued to make agreements with her; .# others,” said the officer, “I was tempted, through curiosity, as much as other motives to visit her, and bargained for something, on conditon that she should

have my gold watch and seals, should

I be killed before the expiration of a fortnight. The time past on till the last evenirg, and at that time it was not my turn to do any duty, till two days after I was making merry upon the subject of Madame Grim's disappointment, and took a walk out to see the guard march off for a post on the outside ofthe camp, to which a great deal of importance had been always attached, as it was the only pass by which the Turks could surprise us. It was likewise the only thing of which I was afraid in my bargain; for during the whole of the week, every detachment that had been sent to watch it, had been found in the morning dead, to a man, with their heads cut off; and although the numbers had been almostdoubled every time, it had been of no avail; none of them returned alive. I was quite secure, but felt a little of that holror which naturally seizes one on very narrowly escaping a terrible danger, especially as many of the officers, kil

'ss . Singular and Interesting Marrative. .

led on this spot, had fallen just at the time!” behaved like heroes, they werehew. the old hag had predicted. . - led to pieces in a twinkling; I was Jeff : The men were drawn up, and ready to with only one or two, and was most dread. march, and my comrades were telling me fully wounded; cut across my breastwith || I was one of the luckiest fellows in the a sabre, my head bleeding, and almost || world; when a message was sent from blind with rage and blood, H. was still ea. head-quarters for the next officer, in ordersger for revenge, and would have had it— 1 to assume the command of the guard, as the leader of the murderers was just at he, whose turn it was, had fallen sick. . . I the poin' of my sabre, and I going to stab was somewhat disconcerted at this ; but him to the heart, when on: of his attend. still, as it was not my turn, I found all ants perceiving my design, made a furious 'safe: and to my great satisfaction the blow at me; his cimetar, however, or guard at last marched off; while Ibetook something else, terrified the horse, which myself to my tent for the night. Imagine ran backwards, and sunk me into one of my consternation, however, when not ma- the deepest holes in the morass. He was . ny minutes after, orders were sent that I inevitabl gone, and I felt myself suffo. should mount and follow the detachment, cated. By some means, however, I caught as the officer had his arm broke by a fall hold of the grass on the banks, and hung from his horse. There was no alternative, there a few minutes till 1 recovered my so with as good a grace as might be, Isenses. The Turks supposing I was dead, took my place; comforting myself that I made no more inquiries after me, while ! had twice as many men as any of the was obliged to witness, such a scene of others, and would at least stand against horror as never human being saw. The the Turks, though much superior in num-field was strewed with men and horses, bers, till I could send for assistance. The dead and dying, and the Turks were busy post was on the side of a deep morass, cutting off the heads of those they had and only accessible by two ways, one killed. They went away at last, and 1 from the Turkish camp; and one back-endeavoured to extricate myself, in which walds, by which we reached it. Nothing by my weakness, I was several times un: seemed to disturb us, and I had entirely successful... I came out, however; but forgotten my superstitions; the night was guess my horror when I was instantly very beautiful, and the dead, stillness of seized by a gigantic Turk, whom I had everything around, interrupted only at not observed pillaging the dead bodies; he slow intervals by the neighing of the horses very coolly took out a knife to cut myo or the solitary voice of the sentinels, made head off. I besought him in the name of the scene all solemn. We were in this God to spare me, and I told him I had situation for a considerable time, when, as friends who would give him a large-re. if it had been thunder, the shouts of men, ward if he did. He said he was not cer. the clattering of horses, and the sound of tain of that, but if he took my head to the arms were heard close upon our post; camp, he would get thirty dollars for the and, in a moment, several troops of Tur-delivery of it, and was proceeding to his kish hussars, half naked, and brandishing purpose, notwithstanding my struggles their cimetars in defence, were seen gal- when I luckily perceived a dagger at his loping down the descent of the opposite belt; I drew it, and stabbed him as pear ground. The moon shone full upon them, the heart as I could think; he instantly and their savage appearance, together fell; and thanking Heaven for po with their number, which was more than me through so much, I took up the shall double ours, made us all tremble. It was of a lance, and supported myself onito impossible to think of retreating; that the camp. The general had my story th: would have ruined us, for we had a post next day, and came to inquire of me. I of honour; and to meet such a host of sa- was so weak that I could hardly collect vages was certain death. . They were on myself sufficiently to speak; something us in an instant, I had only time to draw|however, came across me about the old up my men with their backs to the mo-woman, and I could only say that the rass. The Turks cut and slaughtered at guard should be doubled, but a false numa terrible rate; and though my brave fel-ber be given out in the camp. This was

done accordingly, and the Turks found themselvs fairly out-numbered... I then told my suspicions; and when the old hag was seized, and brought a little to it by the fear of being given to the soldiers for a mark to be shot at, she confessed she had always made it her practice to inform the Turks of the number of men to be set onour out-posts. She had frequently done us the like good offices. With respect to her contrivances she confessed a great deal, and that when she witnessed a combat between two, one of which was a friend, she contrived to irritate the other's horse somehow in such a manner that it threw him. The soldiers insisted she should be burnt alive, but the commander contented himself with nailing her ears to a post for a day, and giving her the knout. - - . . . .

THE HERMIT, my p. c, donan.

Bless'd memory, guide, with finger nicely true.
Back to my youth my retrospective view.
Kirk white.

It was a cold nightin December, when Merlin sitting in his neat cottage parlour, watching the dying embers of the fire, was summoned to the door by a knock. A visit at this time of night was unusual, thought Merlin, yet it might he some of the neighbours, who were in need of assistance, and the door of the “Green Cottage” was never closed against the neces: sitous. With the timidity of advanced age, but with the fearlessness of honesty, he approached the door, and demanded who was there? “One,” replied a faultering voice, “who has need of your assistance—the Hermit.” . - “What! the recluse of Trevin hill.” “The same,” replied he. • * , Merlin, who had never seen the Hermit, as he was called, and had long wished for an opportunity to converse with him on the impulse of the moment opened the door, the moon shone bright, and fell full upon the features of the Hermit, betraying a man far advanced in years, with a counVol. III. 3–4.

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holy place in my bosom; I loved you with all the ardor of youthful friendship, and knew that you were one in whom I could confide. I believe I can still. But enough— we parted, and I reached home in time to see the earth close over those who had given me being. I could not live in the place where every thing served to remind me of my loss, and removed to a small farm, situated on the Rhine. Here I lived three years, when I yielded to the solicitations of an uncle who resided in Switzerland, in the village of Goldau, where I myself was born, and went to live with him. On my journey I was much entertained by the relation of a peasant, who informed me, that on one of the islands in the lake of Lowertz, lived a man, who had come

lake, and that the old man was struggling for the shore. I instantly plunged into the water; a few moments brought me to him —his head was gray, and the sinews of his arm were withered—still did he hold his daughter. On my approach his powers relaxed—he uttered a prayer—and exclaimed, “Save my daughter, save my Beatrice ’’ and sank to rise no more. I caught the fragile from of the fair girl, as she sank—t with one hand I dashed the saucy waves, that pressed and thronged to rob me of my prize, and with the other bore her safely to the shore s” “What was my surprise, when I discovered it was Beatrice L , whom I had seen only once before, but whom from that hour I had loved. She recognized me, and never shall Iforget the thrill of

there several months before, accompanied

joy, with which my bosom swelled, when

by a young girl, said to be his daughter, she thanked me, and observed:—“I have

His simple narrative, and the description he gave of the girl, excited my curiosity, and I determined if possible to visit the


was gilding the tops of the mountain with his glory, giving the western sky a grandeur of appearance equalled only by his own—not a leaf was stirred and the wa

ters of the Lowertz reflected the blue vault of heaven, whose clouds wrapped in the purity of the skies, “rested from their labor”—I was startled by a loud shriek that reverberated awfully through the valley

and mountain, and on looking up I saw
that part of the mountain was falling!
“Slowly it came its mountain wrath;
And the valley vanish'd before its path;
And the rude cliffs bow'd : and the waters flea ;
And the living were buried; whilst over their lead
They heard the full march of the foe as he sped—
And the valley of life was the tomb of the dead.”

“As I stood gazing on this scene of horror beholding the home of my youth, obliterated from the face of the earth, together with all my kindred, I could not refrain from tears. I saw men rushing out of their houses, to meet a more certain destruction, while the shrieks of woman calling for assistance, when none could be given, filled the air—The story of the peasant rushed on my mind, and turning my eyes towards the island, I saw it was ow effown by the earth falling into the

- failed to express—she loved me.

“On the evening of the fifth of September (how fondly memory still clings to that day,) when the sun had left the valley, and

seen those eyes before,”—the sentence was left unfinished, but the tears of joy was in her eye, and I read what language Merlin never did I see one so beautiful—long— could I dwell on the theme, but it calls up too many tender recollections, and even now, when my feelings are frozen and chill, the thought of that moment brings the tears to my eyes, and I am a man again. “We were married and happiness smiled on our union, when I found in the per. son of R —, a bane to my future joy. He had been a suitor for the hand of Beatriee, but she in accordance with her own sentiments, and the advice of her father, had rejected him. His pride was stung, and having great influence with the gov. ernment, in which he was a high officer, he manfactured charges against old L– who fled to Switzerland, seeing nougit awaited him, but dishonour" in his native and On the island he remained in security till the mountain sell, and you know the rest. “When the monster R—. found Beatrice was married, and had returned home, he directed his malice against me. In vain did I urge my innocence, in vain did I appeal to the justice of my country —I was condemned to banishment but Beatrice was not to be permitted to accompany me. At this time I was deserted by all mankind: save her, who hung around me like a vine that has wound it

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