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If e'er I, by luft or by wealth led afide,
Forget my Alonzo the Brave,

God grant that, to punifh my falfehood and pride,
Your ghoft at the marriage may fit by my fide;
May tax me with perjury, claim me as bride--
And bear me away to the grave!"

To Palestine haftened the hero fo bold;

His love fhe lamented him fore :

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But fcarce had a twelvemonth elaps'd, when, behold,
A Baron, all cover'd with jewels and gold,
Arriv'd at fair Imogine's door!

His treasure, his presents, his fpacious domain
Soon made her untrue to her vows :

He dazzled her eyes, he bewilder'd her brain;
He caught her affections fo light and fo vain---
And carried her home as his spouse!

And now had the marriage been bleft by the priest;
The revelry now was begun;

The tables they groan'd with the weight of the feast ; Nor yet had the laughter and merriment ceas'd, When the bell at the castle toll'd-ONE!

Then firft, with amazement, fair IMOGINE found,
That a stranger was plac'd by her fide :---

His air was terrific; he utter'd no found:
He fpoke not, he mov'd not, he look'd not around---
But earneftly gaz'd on the bride!

His vizor war clos'd, and gigantic his height;
His armour was fable to view:--

All pleasure and laughter were hufh'd at his fight;
The dogs, as they ey'd him, drew back in affright;
The lights in the chamber burn'd blue!

His prefence all bofoms appear'd to difmay;
The guests fat in filence and fear;

At length spoke the Bride, while fhe trembled--" I pray,
Sir Knight, that your helmet afide you would lay,
And deign to partake of our cheer!"

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The lady is filent: the ftranger complies;
His vizor he flowly unclos'd:---

Oh, God! what a fight met fair Imogine's eyes!
What words can exprefs her difmay and furprize,
When a skeleton's head was expos'd!

All present then utter'd a terrified fhout,
All turn'd with difguft from the scene;
The worms they crept in, and the worms they crept out,
And sported his eyes and his temple's about,
While the spectre addrefs'd Imogine:---

"Behold me, thou false one: behold me!" he cried, "Remember Alonzo the Brave!

God grants, that, to punish thy falfehood and pride,
My ghoft at thy marriage fhould fit by thy fide;
Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride,
And bear thee away to the grave!"

Thus faying, his arms round the lady he wound,
While loudly fhe fhriek'd in difmay;
Then funk with his prey thro' the wide-yawning ground!
Nor ever again was fair Imogine found,
Or the spectre who bore her away.

Not long liv'd the Baron; and none, fince that time,
To inhabit the castle prefume;

For chronicles tell, that, by order fublime,
There Imogine fuffers the pain of her crime,
And mourns her deplorable doom.

At midnight four times in each year does her spright,
When mortals in flumber are bound,

Array'd in her bridal apparel of white,
Appear in the hall with the Skeleton-Knight,
And fhriek as he whirls her around!

While they drink out of fkulls newly torn from the grave,
Dancing round them the spectres are feen:

Their liquor is blood, and this horrible ftave
They howl-"To the health of Alonzo the Brave,
And his confort, the fair Imogine !"

MR.

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R. IRELAND, to have been quite ingenuous, fhould have given us the answer to Shakespeare's Love Letter. We have, with fome difficulty, procured a faithful copy:

FROM ANNA HATHHERREWAYE TO HERRE
WILLYE.

Although, doth Willye promiffe fayre,
Off manns deceits i mufte beewayre-
Full well i knowe theire artes and wyles,
And frownes doe ofte fucceede theire fmyles.
My maydenne name once flunge awaye,
Noe longerre Anna Hath herre waye!

BON MOTTE OF QUEEN ELIZABETH. [EXTRACTED FROM SOME ANCIENT MSS.] YRRE Wallterre Rawleighe, whoe waffe a

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greate favouritte offe the Queenes Highneffe, ande a manne offe fashionne, affe welle affe a phylloffophere, introducedde the fmoakynge offe tobaccoe intoe Englande. Inne a fhorte tyme the practyle became quite the tonne: naye, the Queenes Majeftye herselffe grewe fonde offe itte, ande woulde oftenne indulge herfelfe wythe a focyalle pype withe herre Maides offe Honoure, and fome offe the more favouredde gentlemenne offe the courte.

"Inne one offe thofe fimoakynge partyes, her Highneffe havynge much agytatedde the nature offe theire prefente enjoymente, atte lengthe broke uppe the commpannie, verie facettyouflye and wittillie remarkyne, thatte alle the pleaffure offe the evennynge (affe didde the pleaffures offe thiffe tranfitorie ande uncertaine worlde) hadde endedde in fmoake! Affe thiffe notable ande pleafaunte obfervacyonne wasse utteredde bye her Highneffe withe her accuftomydde gravittye offe counteñaunce, the courtlie Baronnes ande noble Ladyes prefente didde notte welle knowe whetherre theye were toe looke grave orre seryouse,

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toe laughe, orre toe crye; ande foe, eche offe themme puttynge a fore fingerre upponne theire lyppes, theye didde inne concerte fneeze, ande inne a lowe voice eche cried "TE HE!"-[Telegraph.]

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GUY EARL OF WARWICK.

(SHAKESPEARE'S MSS.)

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Correfpondent from Warwickshire informs that in the very diligent fearch, which, in confequence has been made after fome late difcoveries, of old manufcripts, a family in the neighbourhood of Guy's Cliff, have discovered an old cedar trunk filled with papers written by Guy, the redoubted Earl of Warwick, and a number of other curious antiquities originally belonging to the valorous knight.

A short specimen of a love letter written by this intrepid champion to the Princess Frizzegunda, to whom he was afterwards married, will fhew how worthy these papers are of the public attention, and perhaps tend to throw a new light on the Champion of Warwickshire, and fhew that the public have been as much mistaken in his character, as fome late papers prove they have been mistaken in their opinion of the Warwickshire Bard.

The original orthography is religiously adhered to, and proves that, however they fpelled in the days of Queen Elizabeth, in the days of King Athelften, bunches of filberts and bunches of confonants were equally plentiful.

"Toe the Sovaraigne Myftraeffe offe mye adoratyonnes, the Princeffe Frizzegunnada, wythe a platte offe orrange tawnye haire, pluckedde fremme the taile of the dreddefulle dunne Cowe, offe Dunnesmore Heathe, bye the hande offe herre true Knyghte, Sirre Guy.

"Dearest Bloffomms offe mye Soulle, ande Bloome offe mye Hearte!

"I have conquerredde, ande the depredacyones offe the dunne cowe are noe more, forre he lieth atte his lengthe

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lengthe on a jacques. Determyninge toe difcommefytte himme, I didde yefterdaye prepayre mee forre the commebatte; ande greate wafle the ftryffe betweene uffe butte thie Guye iffe comme offe victoriouffe, ande didde make his ennemmie toe roare thatte he waffe hearde forre more thanne fortie longe myles. The particcullarres I will telle untoe thee whenne wee meete; butte, as a trophye offe mye vallourre, I have pluckedde fromme the taile offe the monsterre fundrie buncheffe offe haire, which bye the hande off thie owne deare Sirre Guye are cunninglye plaitedde ande curyouflye knottedde, ande I doe entreate thatte thoue wille looke atte itte affe hiffe lyttelle worke, and cherifshe itte for hiffe fake untille hee cafte himmeselfe atte thye feete, forre hee iffe thynne everlastynglye.

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A LETTER FROM ONE OF THE FAITHFUL ON THE SAME SUBJECT.

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SIR,

COING down on Friday to my villa, "bye Thames," I took with me Mr. Malone's " Inquiry into the authenticity of the Shakespear MSS." and fo warmly interested have I been in the controverfy, that I never laid down the book until I came to the laft page. But what was my aftonishment, when I found that Mr. Malone had filled nearly 400 pages with a series of the moft grofs abufe, quibbles, and downright hatred and malice, for which it is not, perhaps, difficult to affign a good reason. Had Mr. M. found a cheft-full of genuine manufcripts of Shakespear, he would have acted very much other wife. But to come to the point

His principal objections are to the fpelling, the phrafeology, and the dates. Now, Sir, as to the fpelling, it is a matter, furely, of the least consequence; for if I receive a letter from a Queen or a Lord, what is it to me that it happens to be wrong fpelt, provided it contains an invitation "toe playe before ourefelfe.

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