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that frequently, the door of the cell. chamber of his master's bed-room, Through a narrow loop-hole, too high which was as yet untenanted by its to be reached by any thing but the wakeful and laborious owner. This voice, we have spoken with each other. brave and unscrupulous attendant was How have I raved before the barrier every way worthy of his employer. which kept me from my sister! How He was of a bulky, yet sufficiently have I smote the iron door, till my active form ; hardened by long militahands were broken and bloody! But ry exercises, and covered with many I have been maddened in vain ; and

His rude and vulgar, but bold have had reason in nothing but my and cunning expression, shown red despair !” Then a burst of sorrow in the lamp-light, was the exact picand tears stopped for a time the utter- ture of his mind. He was now emance of the unhappy boy.

ployed in sharpening and polishing, The Englishman mused for a short with peculiar care, some choice weatime before he spoke : “ Against a pons which lay on a table before him, man so powerful as the Lord Monteco, beside a flask of rich wine, and a I can easily believe that no laws, ex- large glass, to which he frequently isting in Venice, could afford protec- had recourse. He muttered to himtion. But still something may, self, while he pursued alternately his doubtless, be done ; if not by the labor and his enjoyment; each of laws, yet in spite of them.”

which, however, yielded probably an “ It is in the confidence of your so equal gratification to his sensual and thinking, that I come here. For bloody nature. « The foul fiend months I had almost resigned the seize that Jacopo Bondini, whom I hope of achieving my sister's deliver- commissioned to buy this Milan dagance.

The iron resolution of Mon- ger! Satan! did I give him five duteco—it would be as easy to move St. cats for a lump of iron, which would Marc with a finger! No Venetian no more slip past a bone than through would dare, for the wealth of all my a stone wall? It will do, however, house, to cross my father's path. But if he comes within my reach, to prick you—from the noment I first heard the throat of the Jew, and teach him you speak as you did, the last evening, more conscience when he deals with to Father Paul-from that moment I me again." With this consolation, knew I had fallen on one who, with he returned the despised weapon to no hope of reward, no aim but the its sheath, and filled out a liberal relief of misery, would venture and glass of wine. - San Marco ! this perform all that talents, and courage, Monte Pulciano is the right liquorand enterprise can accomplish. And for any one but a servant of Adrian do not suppose that I would diminish Monteco,” he added hastily, as he the danger of the attempt, for the heard the slow step of that formidable purpose of disparaging your valor, when Noble sounding along the corridor. I say that you will encounter a risk, He quickly disposed of the bottle and which, terrible as it is, is yet incom- glass behind a large crucifix which parably slighter than it would be if stood in a niche of the apartment ; you were a Venetian citizen.and, without hiding the arms, opened “ Think not of my danger, my the door for his master.

It was friend, but of the means of success. among the symptoms of Monteco's Life is only valuable in proportion as distrustful temper, that he never adwe can improve our own nature, and mitted to his sleeping chamber, while show the fruits of that improvement he himself was there, any more gracein deeds of mercy and generosity.” ful or practised attendant than Pietro,

At the time when these words were-fearing, probably, to be taken at spoken,-about an hour, that is, after unawares, and unprotected by the semidnight, Pietro, the servant of Adri- cret armor which he always wore but an Monteco, was seated in the ante- when at rest. This trusted follower 7

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now preceded him into the bed-room, “Now, by all the saints, villain, and lighted a large lamp which hung didst thou speak thus to my daughter ? from the ceiling. It completely illu- But I am a fool to be moved by thy minated the wide and splendid room, insolence to a jade such as she is.” hung with tapestry, whereon were em " I asked her, what she did not debroidered the exploits of Cæsar. serve for choosing to die rather than Much of the furniture was of a massy obey her father, and whether she had and semi-barbaric richness, which not better consent to come out of that showed it to be the produce of his dismal vault, and wed the noble Senavictories

the Mohammedans. tor Soradino ? But all she said was, Ile flung himself into a large and gor- •Leave me, leave me, and torment geous chair, covered with crimson me no longer with his name. I shall velvet, and undid some of the buttons soon be where it can never be proon the breast of his rich doublet, so as nounced with favor, unless the angels to show the blue gleam of the metal delight in evil.' This was all that underneath. His face was pale with passed between us, my lord.” toil and anxiety; but there was in the Begone, as I told thee, and guard features no expression of weakness or the door.” He took a bunch of keys lassitude. The spirit was sufficient out of a bronze cabinet, seized a to every occasion, and to the longest lamp, and opened a pannel in the and most wearisome labors.

wainscot of the ante-chamber, through “ Pietro,” he said, “draw your which he disappeared, leaving Pietro sword, and guard the outer-door. to watch against surprise. Slay the Doge, if he should attempt Even that hardened ruffian someto enter. I am going to see her.what doubted, as was evident in the My Lord,” said Pietro.

last conversation, whether the venWhat, Sir?” answered Monteco, geance inflicted upon the unhappy fiercely.

girl were not inconsistent with that My Lord, I must be so bold as to small remnant of kindly feeling which tell you,

that you will never succeed alone he professed to entertain. He with her; not, at least, until you can shut the door through which Monteco make the Grand Turk a Christian.” had first entered the room, as well as

“What know you of these matters ? that through which he had departed, But go on!”

not liking to see the black recesses of “When I carried her bread and her shade which they discosed. He cruise of water to the Signora this trimmed his lamp, and brought out the morning, I asked her through the loop- flask from behind the crucifix, to wash hole how she felt; and she answered, down his scruples. He sat down ; 'I feel that I shall soon escape from and then suddenly stood up again, and your cruelly.'

walked about the room. He looscned “How mean you-escape, did she his sword in the scabbard; he hum

med a tune; and then took a second Aye, my lord ; but when I told draught of the Monte Pulciano. But her that the walls were as thick, and all would not do. He could not the holts as strong, as ever, she said, Iring the imprisonment of a gentle • It boots not to converse with thee; girl by her own father in a deadly but he who will free me is stronger prison, under the same class of peccathan thou or thy master, even death!'” dilloes as ordinary robberies and mur

“Psha! Pietro ;' (but his lip ders. In short, to escape from the quivered while he said it,) “ go on, qualms of his conscience, the worthy however; what saidst thou next, or swordsman almost resolved to cut his wbat said the other fool to thee ?master's throat, and fly to the main

“ I asked her, whether she were land with all the property he could lay not an obstinate rebel, and deserving his hands on. How this half-conceived damnation ?"

plan was defeated, will appear hereafter.


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The eyelids of the morning are awake; The dews are disappearing from the grass ; The sun is o'er the mountains; and the trees, Moveless, are stretching through the blue of heaven, Exuberantly green. All noiselessly The shadows of the twilight fleet away, And draw their misty legion to the west, Seen for a while, 'mid the salubrious air, Suspended in the silent atmosphere, As in Medina's mosque Mahomet's tomb.Lp from the coppice, on exulting wing, Mounts, mounts the skylark through the clouds of dawn,The clouds, whose snow-white canopy is spread Athwart, yet hiding not, at intervals, The azure beauty of the summer sky; And, at far distance heard, a bodyless note Pours down, as if from cherub stray'd from Heaven!

Maternal Nature ! all thy sights and sounds Now breathe repose, and peace, and harmony. The lake's unruilled bosom, cold and clear, Expands beneath me, like a silver veil Thrown o'er the level of subjacent fields, Revealing, on its conscious countenance, The shadows of the clouds that float above :Upon its central stone the heron sits Stirless,-as in the wave its counterpart,Looking, with quiet eye, towards the shore Of dark-green copse-wood, dark, save, here and there, Where spangled with the broom's bright aureate flowers.-The blue wing d sea-gull, sailing placidly Above his landward haunts, dips down alert His plumage in the waters, and, anon, With quickend wing, in silence reascends.Whence comest thou, lone pilgrim of the wild ? Whence wanderest thou, lone Arab of the air? Where makest thou thy dwelling place? Afur, O'er inland pastures, trom the herbless rock, Amid the weltering ocean, thou dost hold, At early sunrise, thy unguided way, The visitant of Nature's varied realms, The habitant of Ocean, Earth, and Air,Sailing with sportive breast, ’mid wind and wave, And, when the sober evening draws around Her curtains, clasp'd together by her Star, Returning to the sea-rock's breezy peak.

And now the wood engirds me, the tall stems
Of birch and beech tree hemming me around,
Like pillars of some natural temple vast;
And, here and there, the giant pines ascend,
Briareus-like, amid the stirless air,
High stretching; like a good man's virtuous thoughts
Forsaking eartb for beaven. The cushat stands
Amid the topmost boughs, with azure vest,
And neck aslant, listening the amorous coo
Of her, his mate, who, with maternal wing
Wide-spread, sits brooding on opponent tree.
Why, from the rank grass underneath my feet,
Aside on ruflled pinion dost thou start,
Sweet minstrel of the morn? Bebold her nest,
Thatch'd o'er with cunning skill, and there, her young
With sparkling eye, and thin-fledged russet wins:
Younglings of air! probationers of song!

From lurking dangers may ye rest secure,
Secure from prowling weasel, or the tread
Of steed incautious, wandering 'mid the flowers;
Secure beneath the fostering care of her
Who warm’d you into life, and gave you birth;
Till, plumed and strong, unto the buoyant air
Ye spread your equal wings, and to the morn,
Lifting your freckled bosoms, dew-besprent,
Salute, with spirit-stirring song, the man
Wayfaring lonely.—Hark! the striderous neigh!
There, o'er his dogrose fence, the chesnut foal,
Shaking his silver forelock, proudly stands,-
To snuff the balmy fragrance of the morn :-
Up comes his ebon compeer, and, anon,
Around the field in mimic chase they fly,
Startling the echoes of the woodland gloom.

How sweet, contrasted with the din of life, Its selfish miseries, and ignoble cares, Are scenes like these; yet, in the book of Time, Of many a blot, there is a primal leaf, Whose pictures are congenial to the soul, Concentring all in peace, whose wishes rest ;With rapture to the Patriarchal days The days of pastoral innocence, and health, And hope, and all the sweetnesses of lifeThe thought delighted turns; when shepherds held Dominion o'er the mountain and the plain; When, in the cedar shade, the lover piped Unto his fair, and there was none to chide ;Nor paltry hate-nor petty perfidy : But Peace unfurld her ensign o'er the world; And joy was woven through the web of life, In all its tissue; and the heart was pure ; And Angels held communion with mankind.

Far different are the days in which 'tis ours To live; a demon spirit hath gone forth, Corrupting many men in all their thoughts, And blighting with its breath the natural flowers, Planted by God to beautify our earth :Wisdom and worth no more are chiefest deem d Of man's possessions ; Gain, and Guilt, and Gold, Reign paramount; and, to these idols, bow, All unreluctant, as if man could boast No lottier attributes, the supple knees Of the immortal multitude. Ah me! That centuries, in their lapse, should nothing bring But change from ill to worse, that man, uncouch'd, Blind to his interests, ever should remainThe interests of his happinsss; and prove, Even to himself, the fiercest of his foes. Look on the heartlessness that reigns aroundOh, look and mourn; if springs one native joy, Doth art not check it? In the cup of Fate, If Chance hath dropp'd one pearl, do cruel hands Not dash it rudely from the thirsting lip? With loud lament, mourn for the ages gone, Long gone, yet gleaming from the twilighit past, With sunbright happiness on all their hills, The days, that, like a rainbow, pass'd away, The days that fled never to come again,When Jacob served for Leah; and when Ruth, A willing exile, with Naomi came From Bethlem-Judah; glean'd the barley-fields Of Boaz, her mother's kinsman, trembling crept, At starry midnight, to the threshing floor, And laid herself in silence at his feet.

Thou, Nature, ever-changing, changest not-
The evening and the morning duly come-
And spring, and summer's heat, and winter's cold-
The very sun that look'd on Paradise,
On Eden's bloomy bowers, and sinless man,
Now blazes in the glory of his power.
Yea! Ararat, where Noah, with his sons,
And tribes, again to people solitude,
Rested, lone-gazing on the floods around,
Remains a landmark for the pilgrim's path!
And thus the months shall come, and thus the years
Revolve; and day, alternating with night,
Lead on from blooming youth to hoary age,
Till Time itself grows old; and Spring forgets
To herald Summer; and the fearful blank
Of Chaos overspreads, and mantles all !

Farewell, ye placid scenes ! amid the land
Ye smile, an inland solitude ; the voice
of peace-destroying man is seldom heard
Amid your landscapes. Beautiful ye raise
Your green embowering groves, and smoothly spread
Your waters, glistening in a silver sheet.
The morning is a season of delight-
The morning is the self-possession'd hour-
'Tis then that feelings, sunk, but unsubdued,
Feelings of purer thoughts, and happier days,
Awake, and, like the sceptred images
Of Banquo's mirror, in succession pass !

And first of all, and fairest, thou dost pass
In memory's eye, beloved! though now afar
From those sweet vales, where we have often roam'd
Together. Do thy blue eyes now survey
The brightness of the morn in other scenes ?
Other, but haply beautiful as these,
Which now I gaze on; but which, wanting thee,
Want half their charms; for, to thy poet's thought,
More deeply glow'd the heaven, when thy fine eye,
Surveying its grand arch, all kindling glow'd;
The white cloud to thy white brow was a foil;
And, by the soft tints of thy cheek outvied,
The dew-bent wild-rose droop'd despairingly.


No. I.-Mr. O'CONNELL. The veriest orangeman from the heart resolution and prejudice to avoid beof Cavan, who has drunk knee-deep to ing pleased with him. Hence those the “Glorious Memory,” and strained of his political partizans who come his throat in giving “one cheer more" most in contact with their “great for Protestant Ascendancy, could not leader” are invariably his warmest sit ten minutes beside Mr. O'Connell and most enthusiastic friends. Indewithout being charmed into the ac pendently of the national causes which knowledgment that no man can be place him at the head of the Catholic better calculated to gain and retain body, the qualities to which we have the affections of his countrymen. alluded have probably no inconsideraThere is something about him so jolly ble influence in enabling him to conand good-natured, he has so much off trol the fiery and ambitious spirits ashand Irish readiness, and such a flow sociated with him, and to reconcile the of conversation and anecdote, that it jarring tempers to whom the guidance requires a considerable strength of of the great machine is entrusted.

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