memory of his innocence and his misfortunes, stirred up all hearts in England to revenge; and Hubert, to appease them, was driven to reveal the secret of the Prince's being still alive. John, indignant at the deceit which had been practised upon him, and still bent upon his bloody purpose,

resolved to confide its execution to no hands but

his own. For this purpose, he ordered the unhappy Prince to be conveyed to the castle of Rouen, situated on the banks of the river Seine. At midnight, John was conducted in a boat to the fortress, and the son of his brother was led in before the crowned monster. The high spirit of the injured youth had been broken down by misery, confinement, and solitude, and he knelt to the robber of his inheritance, in humble supplication for his life. But the savage was deaf to the pleading voice, which shall, one day, bear witness against him; and he shall himself ask in vain for that mercy which he denied to the son of his brother. The hills shall refuse to hide, and the rocks to cover from the face of the great Judge — him who, on that night, drove a dagger into the heart of the weeping and trembling boy, and with his own bloody hands flung the body into the Seine!

THE CAPTIVE BLACKBIRD'S PETI

TION "HUMBLY SHEWETH."

BY DELTA.

I.

WILL no kind hand unbar this door?
Oh! sweetest maiden, set me free,
To wing the summer air once more,
And flit about my favourite tree.

II.

True-I am fed by beauty's hand,

Have herb and water, crumb and seed,

And daisied turf whereon to stand,-
But liberty is life indeed!

III.

Oh, set me free !—from green-wood bough

I hear my sadly chirping mate;

She recks not what I suffer now,

Who lists her wailings through this grate

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IV.

Do set me free,-on glad wing borne,
Duly my vesper-song I'll bring;
Oh! do now,- I'll come every morn,
On yonder lilac trees to sing.

V.

I'll serenade you through the wood;
Let me now home, for pity's sake
Nay, nay-I cannot taste the food,
Indeed, indeed my heart will break!

VI.

I have a little family—

Ah me! within our household nest; Stretch forth your hand-do-set me free, For I am sad, and sore distrest.

VII.

No dinner have they had, sweet things! Their breakfast too, this morn was scant; And having yet no use of wings,

Poor souls! can neither work nor want.

VIII.

Your brother! nay-be not afraid;
That's right-a leetle wider-try-
The lattice open!-thanks, kind maid,-
A thousand thanks!-good-bye, good-bye!

THE TERRIFIC VISITOR*.

BY THOMAS WRIGHT, ESQ.

"GRANDFATHER! why are you often so thoughtful and so sad?" "Ah, child! I am thinking of the terrible Visitor that will soon come to take me far from hence." "What is it like, Grandfather?" "It is very frightful, my child, but cannot be described;its name is Death!"

The child looked out and listened every day for the coming of this Visitor. Foggy autumn passed away in the forests, the yellow leaves fell rustling from the trees; the grass withered in the meadows; autumnal showers moistened the earth, and it became frozen;-but the terrific Visitor did not appear. Winter came, and covered the land with its soft snow; it embellished the woods and thickets with transparent drops of ice, like crystal; often at the dawn of a frosty morning it sparkled over the fields in smaller particles, like diamonds; and figured on the panes of glass (as if with a skilful

* Imitated from the Russian.