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While Edward was yet speak• tion of the cloisters, whose perspecó ing, a ghastly paleness overspread live, as seen by the dreary light of the countenance of the elder the lamp, had a singularly awful stranger; it was nwmentary, how effect, and then ascending some ever, for soon resuming his tran steps, entered what is called the quility, he addressed Courtenay in dormitory, and which was carried a low, but firm tone of voice. “] over this part of the abbey to a am sorry, Sir,” said he, « to have considerable distance. Here in occasioned by my partial residence two small chambers, where the here so much apprehension among roof remained sofficie tly entire, the inbabitants of your village, but were a couple of beds, and a small as I have reasons for wishing con. quantity of neat furniture, and here cealment, at least for a time, I the stranger pausing invited Edhave thought it necessary, though | ward to enter.
“ These rooms,” acquainted with their fears, not to observed he, “are my occasional undeceive them. But with you I
habitation for at least twice a week know already I can have no motives during the night; but before I for disguise, for though from great commence the melancholy parachange of feature, brought on by tive of my crimes and sufferings, deep sorrow, and great change of I will endeavour to recall your reapparel, I have hitherto escaped collection to your companion in your recognition, and will find by arms upon the continent ; for this and by that we were formerly bet purpose I will retire for a few ler acquainted. In the mean time, | minutes, and put on the dress I uI will conduct you to the spot we
sually come hither in, the habit inhabit, where, shoukl you wish
you now see upon me, being merefor an explanation of the extraordi- || ly assumed, after reaching this pary scenes you have been a spec.
place, as best suited to the situatator of this night, the recital, tho'
tion of my mind, to the pertence it would cost me many struggles, and humilia:ion that await me shall be given you, and I do this, here." His tone of speaking as strange as it may now sound to
he thús addressed Courtenay, was youl, actuated by the recollection perceivably altered, being much of past friendship." Having said
more open and full than before, this, he and his beautiful pariner,
and brought to Edward's ear a who had lis'ened with almost as
voice he had been accustomed to, much surprise as Edward to an
though he could not at the moment address so unexpected, moved appropriate it to any individual of slowly on, and Courtenay, occupi
his acquaintance. During his abed in fruitless conjecture followed
sence his amiable companion, who in silence.
had not perfectly recovered from
the alarm into which she had been Thay pissed along a large por. Wihrowa by Courtenay · inuesion,
sat silent and reserved, until Ed. by the recital of facis, which have ward, observing some manuscript wounded almost to dissolution, her music in the room, ventured to en tender heart :-we will walk, my quire if the exquisite performance friend, into the abbey ; its awful he had listened to with so much gloom will better suit the dreaddelight in the abbey, had not ori.
ful tale I have to unfold.' Saying ginated with her, A deep sigh this, and promising his sister to at this question escared her bosom return in a few minutes, they deand her eyes filled with tears, scended into the cloisters, and while in tremulous accents she | from thence through the choir inreplied, that owing to the great to the body of the church. relief and support her brother ex. perienced from music, she always
The tranquility of the night, and accompanied him to this place, and the light and refreshing breeze that it was a source of the purest
that yet lingered amid the ruing happiness 10 her to be thus able, and swept through its long withthrough the mediumn of her harp drawn aisles, were unavaifing to and voice, to alleviate and soothe mitigate the agitation of Clifford, his sorrows. For this purpose the as with trembling footsteps he instrument was left at the abbey, passed along the choir, 'Oh, my and was placed in that part of the friend,' he exclaimed, the spirits ruin where its tones were best of those I have injured hover near heard, and produced the most us! beneath that marble slab, my pleasing effect
At this instant Courtenay, on which you saw me the door opening, the stranger en.' kneel with so much horror and retered clothed in a mourning mili morse, repose the relics of a betary undress, and bearing a taper loved wife, the most amiable of in his hand; be placed himself, her sex, and who owes her death the light gleaming steadily on his -God of mercy register not the countenance, opposite Courtenay, deed, to the wild suggestions of who involuntarily started at his ap my jealous frenzy. While thus pearance. Do you not remember,' speaking, they hurried rapidly he exclaimed, 'the officer who forward toward the western part of was wounded by your side at the the abbey, and herc, Clifford, rebattle of Zurphen?" "My God!' suming more composure, proceedcried Edward, 'can it be Clifford?' ed in his narrative, • The same, my friend, the same,' he replied, though affliction bas "You may probably recollect, anticipated on his features the about a twelve month ago, my obcharacters of age. You behold, taining leave of the Earl of LeiCourtenay, the most unfortunate, cester to visit England; I came the most miserable of men, but friend
upon a fatal errand.
I let me not pain my sweet Caroline learnt, through the medium of an
officious relation, that my wife, forward with my'sword, I called up
li my beloved Matilda, of whose af on the villain, as I then thought fecưion and accomplishments. you hind, to defend himself. Shocked have frequently heard me speak at the suddeness of the attack, with rapịure, had attaciied herself and the wild impetuosity of my io a young man who had visited in
manner, Matilda fell insensible on the neighborhood of my estate at the carth, and only recovered re. C-a; but that she had lately re. collection at the inoment when my moved for the summer months to sword had pierced the bosom of a small house and farm I. possess, the stranger, thro' whose guard I within a mile or two of this alley, had broken in the first fury of the and that here likewise she continu: assault. Viith snieks of agony and ed to receive the attentions of the despair she sprang toward the young siranger. Fired by repre murdered youth, and falling on his, sentations such as these, and rack. i body, exclaimed, 'my brother, my ed with cureless jealousy, I return
dear, dear brother !" ed to England in disguise, and
To be Concluded next weck.) found the report of my relation the theme of common conversation in else country. It was on the even
SELECTED. ing of a fine summer's day, that I reached the hamlet of G-,
For the Lady's Miscellany. and with a trembling hand and palpitating heart, knocked at my Prom the Få EEMASON'S MAGAZIS!. own door. The servants inform.
THE SOLDIER'S WIFE. ed me thar Matilda had walked to ward the abbey, I immediately
- Walden was playing on took the same rout; the sun had
on his Aule in a slow and pensive set ; and the grey tints of evin
straio, when the mournful cries of ing had wrapt every object in uni
a child and the complaining voice form repose ; the moon however
of a woman struck his ears. was rising, and in a short time silvered parts of the ruin anii its
-Oh! merciful God!' neighboring trees. I placed my exclaimed the poor creature, hear self in the shadow of one of the
with compassion the moans of my buţtresses, and had not waited long unhappy babe! ere Matilda, my beautiful Matilda, appeared, leaning on the arm of Walden ceased to play: looking the stranger. You may conceive over the hedge, he surveyed the the extreme agitation of my soul child with compassion, as the woat a spectacle like this: unhappily man lay on the grass to rest her. revenge was, at the instant, the self: he asked her in a soft voices predominating emotion, & rushing why the poor infant cried,
• He is hungry,' replied the wo- ;, loved him dearly. My own two man, wecping bitterly, we have
little children I left with their not had any thing to eat since yes grandmother ; and I sold every terday morning'
thing I did not absolutely want at "Gracious God, since yesterday I little trifle of money. According
home, that I might carry him a morning ? wait here a few minutes, ( ly, I set out, and got to the end of and I will retuin.'
my journey, just as my husband He few away with incredible had marched with his corps, to swifiness and reappeared in a
drive a party of Austrians from short time, with a bowl of milk some little village ; so when it was and a small loaf, towards which all over, and they had done what the child stretched out his little they had been ordered, I ran to arms; and the woman to whom the place to meet him. he delivered them began to feed
Here the poor woman bụrst inii.
to lears: "And when I got there Sit down my good woman, and he was dying of his wounds; yet cai of it yourself,' said Walden, he knew me, and stretched out his • I will take care of your infant.' || hand, saying, "Oh! Annette !-Placing himself onthe grass beside our children ! These were his it he dipped a bit of the loaf in the last words :- I tho't I should have milk, and patiently assisted his dicd too; but God willed, for the Little fainished charge.
sake of our little ones and this
babe, that I should live. In the The child looked up in his face
same house where my poor nusand smiled : Walden pleased and
band expired, was the wife of an affected at this intuitive mark of
Austrian soldier, who died two gratitude, kissed itslitteforchcad days afterwards, and left his babe, • What is your occupation?' he
which no one upon earth seemed
to care about. Almost all the asked the woman, who was eating with avidiiy ; 'you are, I sugposc,
village had been burned down and the mother of this little cieature.
all Ihe inhabitants had run away ; There do you live?
so that when our soldiers march
ed, I begged them. 1o take the No, it is not my own,' replied poor child with then ; but then, she; 'ani I dici not know his pa- they said to me- What could we rents. I am the wife of a poor do with it? -- And that was very soldier, my worthy sir, and I have true : but, to let the child stay, and travelled from beyoni Berlin a die with hunger, was impossible great way; my husband had been so I resolved to take it, Ict what away
fron) me three years, and I would happen : and I set out, to wanted to see him agaiamjor Il return to my own home, with the
young thing in my arms.,: In my her band, wlich had never convay I was weary enough; but I tained so much before, exclaimed never met with any body that took -Oh! this is too much, worthy compassion on me or my burden, sir; '--and being desired to keep it, 50 I walked on ; but I fell sick as she added-' we shall now be 100 you may see by my luoks, and rich, indeed !--our own little ones, spent the little money I had left; and this one, and their grandmoand then I sold my cloihes and ther, we shall all be rich!" every thing I could spare-all
"Good creature !' exclaimca went, except these poor rags : yet
Walden wih emotion, you are s!ill I tho'l, if I could but get home
rich indeed, in a heart 10 whicis I should do very well. I am used
all other riches are dross to your to hard work; and I could even do
humanity to this orphan will be for this little creature, who has
better rewarded; but if this were nobody in the world to pui a morsel of bread into its poor mouth;
niy last crown, you should have it.
be so I can't bear to let it starve !'
tempted to take the child, to have As she said this, she pressed the
the pleasure of bringing it up child to her bosom ; and her tears that it may love me as it will you.' dropped upon it as she repeated
On hearing this the woman has• If I was but able to work-or, I
tily pressed the infant to her bocould but get enough to keep it
som, and giving Walden a faretill I reach my home !!
well benediction, pursued her "Poor babe !' said Walden, journey with aluc:ity. poor, yet happy creature, who, in losing her who gave thce birth, found a second mother!--eyes
Ossian by one half of his Engthat drop tears of pity on thy lot,
lish readers, is supposed to be a and a heart that loves thce !-No, Scottish burd of ancient days; by
the other he is esteemed the lethou shalt not from hard necessity be deserted !!
gitimate offspring of Macpherson's.
But we are certain of Walden then wrote upon a leaf his Irish ori, in from the lesiimoof his pocket-book the name of the ny of tradition, from p:oofs of his. inuman, and that of the village | toric fact, and above all from the where, she informed him she liy. internal credences of the poems cd with her family ; and, giving themselves, even as they are gi. her a small suin of money, prom ven us by Mr. Macpherson. ised that he would remit the same lo her every year.
We who are from our infancy
taught to recite them, who bear the The woman holding the gold in H appellations of their Xeroes to this