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behest. The lady threw herself at the feet of Charles, exclaiming :

innocent offspring."

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The youthful beauty had prostrated her. self, in imitation of her parent, and forgetful of all her bashful apprehensions, said, with charming simplicity :

“ Most gracious Lord Emperor! My mother is all goodness. She shed no blood, but the blood of a ruffian, who would have killed my dear father."

recurred in a few days. My husband and I attended him. While he lay helpless, of the desperate marauders that infest the woods, undermined our cottage, at a subdivision remote from Achmet's cham

"Mighty Emperor! An undutiful daughter, a hideously criminal wretch, licks the dust before thee. There is blood upon the hands held up imploring protection for her ber, and, with noiseless step, had entered ere we suspected their vicinity. Robberies are so frequent, that all dwellings are provided with means for prompt defence in these barbarous states: and my husband instantaneously seized a loaded carbine, taking an aim so sure, that the first villain fell, never to rise, close to Achmet's bed. The other strided towards it, as Achmet, roused by the discharge of fire-arms, leaped up to offer resistance; but the courage of a most manly mind must yield to personal debility: he sunk on the ground. I had a pair of pistols ready for Godfrey, but before hecould employ either, his adversary lodged a ball in his thigh, which he repaid by breaking the left arm of the renegado with his shot. I could not use a pistol, but I had unsheathed a sabre; and when I saw my husband grappling with a ruthless miscreant, and observed him drawing a cutlass from his girdle, I sprung upon him with the murderous steel. I had no deliberate purpose of taking his life-but, alas! the point penetrated his heart. Oh! his dying look can never be effaced from my memory. Day and night his distorted, ferocious eyes, seem fixed upon me.”

A deep glow suffused the cheeks of the maiden, and tears trickled fast as she spoke. The Emperor raised her and her mother, and the most profound silence pervaded the multitudinous audience, while Mrs. Godfrey resumed her narration :→→

"My father possessed large estates, which were destined for me, on condition of give ing my hand to the next heir; but my affections were early rivetted upon a gen tleman of great accomplishments and worth, though of small fortune. My father absolutely interdicted me from seeing him. He resolved to leave England for ever; and, in the phrenzy of love, I consented to plight my faith at an altar, sacrilegiously stained with parental tears. My Godfrey carried me iminediately on board the ship where he had taken a passage, intending to commence business with his uncle, a rich banker, of Genoa But heaven chastised our unfilial self-indulgence. The rocky coast of north-western Italy could be seen only at a great distance, when a Barbary corsair boarded our unarmed sloop, and took us to Algiers. The pirates attempted to separate me from my husband, when arranging the captives for sale; but clinging with agonizing grasp, we towed to perish together. A venerable Turk, of high quálity, had come to take the first choice of the slaves, and pitying our anguish, purchased us at a high price. He exempted us from all drudgery but domestic cares; and though inexpert in household offices, Achmet allowed our assiduity and strict honour atoned for deficiency in servile adroitness. Our fidelity was proven at the utmost hazard. Achmet removed to a country-house' for the recovery of his health; but the fever

"God and man acquit you, lady," said the Emperor. All present echoed the royal sentence, but Mrs. Godfrey mournfully replied:

I cannot acquit myself. If I had not disobeyed my parents, I should not be placed in circumstances that reduced me to the dreadful alternative of having my husband butchered before me, or imbruing my hands in the blood of a fellow-creature, and sending him to eternity with all his sins unrepented-unrenounced. When the freebooter, with a frightful malediction, tore the sabre from his side, and the vital stream, weltering as he lay, came warm over my feet, where I bandaged my husband's wound, I felt as though the current of life froze in every vein and artery. The feeling was momentary. I caught a glimpse of the empurpled blade directed at Godfrey, and wrenched it from the expiring wretch. Achmet required my aid, and 1

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had just raised him into his couch, when || insults offered by barbarians to their regal the Moors, appointed to watch in the ves-honour, and the injuries inflicted on their tibule, appeared. They clamourously la- subjects-injuries, compared to which the mented the catastrophe their vigilance extinction of animal vitality would be a should have prevented. I sent one of them merciful doom. Achmet treated us as to call a slave, skilled in surgery, to extract friends--but still we were slaves; and his the ball from my husband's thigh. I had, death might transfer us to a harsh master. in some measure, staunched the effusion of With what bitterness of soul have I looked blood with a part of my dress, and he was upon my son, born to no inheritance except able to inform me surgical assistance would bondage! He died in six months, and I bebe necessary. He soon recovered; and wailed him as though he had been heir to a the success of his French slave in curing diadem. My father's curse, and the curse of Godfrey, induced Achmet to follow his pre- the robber uttered in his last words, hauntscriptions, which in a short time removed ed my imagination: and I afflicted my hus his malady, and he rewarded the old man band by incessant monodies, in our short with emancipation. The French surgeon intervals of privacy. Kind, gentle, and took his passage for Europe. I wrote a noble-minded, he tried to soothe and cheer penitential letter to my father, imploring me, by urging that if we were rash, my him to ransom me, and the father of a child parents were arbitrary-and in stabbing which we soon expected: but years of toil the robber I performed an act of conjugal and sorrow had worn down the old man's heroism, and saved the delinquent from exconstitution-he died before the vessel set piating his crimes by lingering tortures. sail, and with him died all my hopes of re- Reason assented to those palliations—yet demption from slavery. Oh! why are the distempered sensibility obtained from them rulers of civilized realms so callous to the no permanent relief; and while a morbid most dire of human calamities? Why do wayward spirit aggravated each distress, they expend lives in combating for increase terrible evils were impending.” of territory, or commercial or political supremacy, and remain passive beneath the

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I'm clasp'd by calicoe, or wrapt în muslin'!
Walking, I stoop to 'scape the flying evils,
Where long-prong'd sticks stand up like forked
devils!

Each holly-bush, tall shrub, or painted post,
A pallid spectre seems or green-eyed ghost!
From boughs suspended, bodied gowns I see,
As if a Bateman hung on every tree!

My house once more I enter-all annoys,
Throwing, as 'twere, wet blankets o'er my joys:
I dare not speak―am told the work it hinders-
To lend a hand were but to burn my fingers.
Tormented thus, of life itself I tire,
Plagued with so many irons in the fire!"

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Both to the rich as well as the mobility.
A day of din-of clack-a clatter day:
For all, howe'er they miuce the matter, say,
The day they dread,

(A day with hippish, feverish, frenzy fed) Is that grand day of fuss and bustle, Saturday!” CANDOUR.

"What, love excepted, charms mankind? An honest, generous, candid mind.

The love I value scorns control,

Its flame the impulse of the soul!
If this my Julia cannot show,

It is bat just to tell me so.

As fancy dictates, thoughts will range,
Dur feelings, inclinations change:
The heavenly mandate how withstand?
Wherefore oppose its high command ?
Why stamp with blame the heart that's free,
Seeking its own affinity?

Think not that hence I Julia slight,
Or hold dear woman's preference light,
No. 116.-Vol. XVIII.

Ah no-but if by ills aggrieved,
'Tis added pain to be deceived;
And when by love and fortune crost,
'Tis nearest bliss to know the worst.

Did Julia say she could not love,
"Twould still a mark of kindness prove.
For candour, which the heart alarms,
Adds greater worth to female charms;
It notes a rectitude replete,
A detestation of deceit.

If man enslave the female mind,
It only leads as he's inclined;
The difference, then, not wide would seem
'Twixt me and those who vainly dream:
And thus the case-a few words show it-
The mind's the same-but I best know it."

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Another little interesting Poem has appeared from the same writer; which proves that his heart is in unison with his head: the one is well stored with learning's treader feelings of humanity; and "the mersures, the other seems replete with the tenciful man is merciful to his beast." Poem is entitled Dash—a village dog, whose fidelity to his master is enough to cause every summer friend to hide his head.Some admirable reflections are mingled in this pleasing little effusion on the conduct which the humane and good man ever observes towards the brute creation, and with which we commence our extracts.

"The humblest bird that near a cottage comes, Is ever welcome to a kind man's crumbs. All things above him, his reflections trace, And all below, his sympathies embrace; Glad to protect, relieve-but ne'er annoy ; He feels for all that suffer or enjoy ; Will smile with these-for those a tear can shed, Nor ou a worm e'er willingly would tread " ACCIDENT WHICH BEFEL DASH AND HIS MASTER.

"The rough o'erhanging rock was high and steep,

Yet Dash between the clefts would fearless creep. At length the top he gain'd, and joy pourtray'd, Ran, jump'd, and bark'd-then howl'd again for

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And dragged him quickly to the other side,
Where Woodley, floating, grasp'd the rooted
sedge,

Aud drew himself above the water's edge;
Crept towards a sloping creek; he could no more,
For bigh and rugged stones projected o'er
There faint they breathed-Dash close at Wood-
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The wealth of each commercial shore,
Torn from the artist's struggling hands

As if he sought to lend him vital heat,
Drench'd, feeble, shivering, long they abject Let vain hereditary greatness stand,
lay,

Till Woodley, grateful, hail'd the light of day;
Yet light no succour brought-removed no fear-
Death, lingering death-the only refuge near!"
THE DOG'S ENDEAVOURS TO SAVE HIS MASTER.
"Dash reach'd the quarry, breathless and in
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Soon as perceived, he let the wallet drop,
And Woodley caught it-Dash lay faint at top!
Woodley, at this alarm'd, laid down the food;
He saw Dash gasping-and observ'd some
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To succour Woodley, Gauge his skill applied,
And gently placed him close by Dash's side:
Dash heard them speak-his head he faintly
raised,

And fondly on his much-loved master gazed.
Woodley, tho' safe himself, in anxious fear
At seeing Dash lie wounded, dropp'd a tear;
Cautious he turn'd the faithful creature o'er,
But Dash had fallen-alas, to rise no more!
The gun's dire charge a vital part had found,
And life's warm stream ran copious on the
ground.

Dash, from remembrance of each kind com.
mand,

In pure affection lick'd his master's hand;

Where hills improve the scene below,
And proudly think the men are so,
Who boast encroaching acres less extent,

From guilt enlarg'd, from pride refin'd,
In matter's sphere, how little can content,
Rich in itself the cultivated mind!
Not Fortune's ever veering tide,
To Woe or Happiness the guide
Of vulgar souls, has power to sway
Fair Education from her settled way.
Her songs make summer look more bright
Enhance the day, illume the pight,

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Serene the tempests frown;
Give heroes who their country save
More firmness, verging on the grave,
Than tyrants feel on down.
Or should discontent arise,"
Stolen from the gloomy vale of sighs,
Where tangled Care depresses bowers,
And sulph'rous Envy blasts the flowers; 1
While troubled streains in marmurs glidez
And boding birds the blossoms hide;
She lifts the magic of her lyre,

That bids th' involuntary fiend retire,
Far from the bounds of Wisdom's school,
To fret the madding King, or conqu'ring foo
Where'er the slowly dripping rill,

In mossy caves, or down a hill,

Rolls its meand'ring tide;
Where'er the willow waves its shade,
Kindly for musing minds display'd,
The valley's arching pride!
She loves to rest, and nobly think,
What raises man, and what can sink
The candidate for fame;
She finds on actions all depends,
That only virtue lustre fends,

And vice inherits shame."
But, oh! what tears can tell
(Exhausting Aganippe's well)

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What ambition, malice, riot,

The world divide, defame, disquiet,
When, the Muses put to flight,
Enter anarchy and night,
Marring ev'ry tuneful string,

While Folly laughs aloud, and Dulness flaps his wing?

The sons of Genius pleasures share,
That scorn with sensual to compare.
Theirs is the warm expansive soul
That tastes the pleasures of the whole;
From other's good more joy they feel,
Than Bacchus' mysteries can reveal;"
And e'en in humble bome,
They mount the winds, pursue the sun,
Thro' all the mazy wonders run

Of space's ample dome :

Soaring, they snatch a wreath from Fate,
Above the creeping triumphs of the great.

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O! that some spirit from on high would deign
Our ever-restless passions to control;
Whose tranquillizing influence might restrain
This fearful emigration of the soul!
O'er fallen Romilly's untimely urn,

Dumb be detraction-banished party rage;
While all whose hearts can feel, in union mourn
The patriot senator-the active sage.
Not his th' inglorious course that seeks renown
In faction's trammels, lured by rank or place;
The mighty genius be might boast his own,
Aspired to plead for all the human race.
Him future ages shall proclaim their friend,
Who raised his voice in unborn millions'

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THE WATER MELON.

'Twas noon, and the reapers repos'd on the bank
Where our rural repast had been spread,
Beside us meander'd the rill where we drank,
And the greeu willows wav'd over head;
Lucinda, the queen of our rustical treat,
With smiles, like the season, auspicious,
Had render'd the scene and the banquet more
sweet-

But oh! the desert was delicious!

A melon, the sweetest that loaded the vine,
The kind-hearted damsel had brought;

Its crimson core teem'd with the richest of wine,'
"How much like her kisses!"-I thought.
And I said, as its nectarous juices I quaff'd,
"How vain are the joys of the vicious!
"No tropical fruit ever furnished a draught
"So innocent, pore, and delicious.

In the seeds which embellished this red juicy

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MOORE'S NATIONAL MELODIES. THOSE evening bells, those evening bells, How many a tale their music tells, Of youth and home, and that sweet time Since last I heard their soothing chime. Those joyous hours are pass'd away, And many a friend that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone, That tuneful peal will stili ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing thy praise, sweet evening bells!

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THE DEAD SOLDIER.

FROM THE GERMAN OF LAVATER. He sleeps! The hour of mortal pain

And warrior pride alike are past, His blood is mingling with the rain,

His cheeks are withering in the blast. This morn there was a bright hue there,

The flash of courage stern and high; The steel has drained its current clear, The storm has bleached its gallant dye. This morn these icy hauds were warm,

That lid half shewing the glaz'd ball, Was life-thou chill and clay-faced form, Is this the one we lov'd? This all Ff2

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