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have withdrawn with her from the audience, but she burst from him-caught the hand of her dear tutor, and drawing hiin to her bosom— You will not go, my friend ? - Leave not your poor Lucia-I am your child—The child of your love-Forgive me, my other father, you most dearly-but O! who can account for the pleadings of my heart for this dear object—Take him not -away-See, they tear him from me!” They did, indeed, with unpardonable rerocity, strive to separate a couple, at whose singular attachment all Marino had wondered; but in their rude endeavours to effect their painful parting, the ring; which Lucia had worn of late, was torn from the string, and it fell to the ground; when Vanzenza stooping, and eagerly catching it up-“ Powers of mercy!” he cried, " from whence came this, Lucia? who gave you a token so precious?” “I know not,” answered the trembling girl, while he once more folded his arms about her ; but, as if the bodily pangs to which he was condemned were to be preceded by mental ones the inost acute, he was no longer permitted to stop, although he entreated, even upon his knees, for one half-hour; and, amidst the execrations of the audience that 'dared not to interfere, the screams of Lucia, and his own heart-rending petitions for time—the wretched Vanzenza was torn from his friends, and soon found himself without the environs of Marino.-Alonzo no sooner saw he was beyond the power of a Republic so venerated for its integrity, and so beloved for its mercy, than he readily accounted to Vanzenza for the second attack on his liberty,

But, prior to this account, it will be necessary to-bring forward those events which had thrown this unhappy gentleman into the power of Alonzo; and this will be most effectually done by reciting the substance of a memoir, finished while he was at Marino, and which was found by Lucia in the chamber where he usually lodged, who wept over the affecting particulars, while her heart throbbed with an unusual sensation as she traced the feelings of a soul overwhelmed with agony.

From the contents of this memoir it appeared, that Roderigo, a younger son of the house of Vanzenza, had attended Beangana, the affianced bride of Richard the First, in the capacity of usher to that noble lady; but that in consequence of a report that Count Francis his brother was murdered, at his paternal seat, he immediately returned to Naples, at some little distance from whence the Castle was situated. Here the report was confirmed; but in a manner that chilled his blood.


(To be continued.)




Ar Bolton Priory, in Yorkshire, it seems, there is a tradition about a White Doe, who on every Sabbath-day, during the time of divine service, used to pay a visit to the church-yard; the problem which the poem proposes to solve, is, why the White Doe should do this ? " Mr. Wordsworth satisfactorily explains it, by means of an old ballad, in Percy's Reliques, called the

Rising of the North ;' and containing a succinct account of the total destruction which fell upon the Nortons, an ancient family of Yorkshire, in consequence of their share in that fatal act of şebellion.

The first Canto opens with the introduction of the White Doe;' and she is ushered in with some very pleasing lines.

-Soft!--the dusky trees between
And down the path through the open green,
Where is no living thing to be seen;
And through yon gateway where is found,
Beneath the arch with ivy bound,
Free entrance to the church-yard ground;
And right across the verdant sod,
Towards the very house of God;

Comes gliding in, with lovely gleam,
Comes gliding in, serene and slow,
Soft and silent as a dream,
A solitary Doe!
White she is, as lily of June,
And beauteous as the silver moon
When out of sight the clouds are driven,

And she is left alone in Heaven.' Instead therefore, of entering the church, he resolved to watch this mysterious Doe: it is, says he

. A work for Sabbath hours,

If I with this bright creature go.'He then proceeds to speculate upon the object for which she comes- whether as a votaress to perform some rite, or merely, out of sorrow or reverence for the desolation and holiness of the place? Meanwhile, the Doe moves on, without solving his doubts.

She sees a warrior carved in stone,
Anong the thick weeds stretched alone;

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A warrior with his shield of pride
Cleaving humbly to his side,
And hands in resignation prest,
Palm to palm on his tranquil breast :
Methinks she passeth by the sight,
As a common creature might:
If she be doom'd to inward care,

Or service it must lie elsewhere.' Our readers may remember, that in the twelfth year of Queen Elizabeth, a sort of plot was set on foot, at the head of which were the Earls of Northumberland and Westmoreland, for the purpose of inducing Queen Elizabeth to consent to the marriage of the Duke of Norfolk with Mary Queen of Scots. The Earl of Leicester had undertaken to break the matter to the Queer, with the view of gaining her acquiescence; but, in the mean time, the affair reached her ears from some other quarter, and the anger which she evinced so terrified the parties in the business, that those in the north deemed their safest chance would be found in open rebellion. Among them was Richard Norton, a gentleman of large property and warmly attached to the Roman Catholic persuasion, with eight of his sons.

His eldest son, Francis, stood aloof refusing to desert his father, and yet resolved not to raise his arm in a cause, and for a religion, which he, as well as his sister, Emily, strongly disapproved.

The second Canto opens with some account of the banner which Emily, at her father's command, had embroidered for his followers. When the day for raising it was arrived, Francis once more resolved to risk his father's displeasure, by endeavouring to dissuade him from the dangerous enterprize in which he was embarking.

hen I say

6- 0, father, rise not in this fray;

The hairs are white upon your head ;
Dear father, hear me
It is for you too late a day!


of your own good name;
A good and gracious queen have we,
A pure religion, and the claim
Of peace on our humanity.
Tis meet that I endure your scorn,
I am your son, your eldest born;
But not for lordship nor for lånd,
My father, do I clasp your knees;
This multitude of men disband,
And live at home in blissful ease;
For these, my brethern's sake, for me,
And, most of all, for Emily."!


The remonstrance was in vain. His father indignantly turned to his son Richard, and, committing the banner to his charge, departed with the rest of his sons and all his tenantry, to join the rebel standard under the Earl of Northumberland. With thoughts of the most bitter despondency, Francis walked forth into the park, where he found his sister Emily, to whom he relates the departure of their father, and explains his own resolution of attending him “unarmed and naked,' in order to seize whatever occasions may offer of interposing to prevent the ruin about to fall upon him and his house.

6« O, sister, I could prophesy !
The time has come that rings the knell
Of all we loved, and loved so well ;
Hope nothing, if I thus must speak

To thee, a woman, and thence weak;
Hope nothing, I repeat; for we
Are doomed to perish utterly.
He pointed to a lovely Doe
A few steps distant, feeding, straying;
Fair creature, and more white than snow !
“ Even she will to her peaceful woods
Return, and to her murmuring floods,
And be in heart and soul the same

She was before she hither came. : The third Canto opens with spirit.

S“ Now joy for you, and sudden cheer,
Ye watchman upon Brancepeth towers ;
Looking forth in doubt and fears,
Telling melancholy hours !
Proclaim it-let your masters hear.

[To be continued.)


A priest, it seems, had charitably bestowed upon a pilgrim the leg of a certain humble quadruped, mysteriously wrapped up in a silken cloth, as a relic of immense value, with strict injunctions not to open the sacred treasure till he should enter upon the borders of his native country, Here however he casually meets with four other pilgrims, each of which, like himself, immediately begins to boast of having received from Rome a leg of the identical animal which had carried our blessed Lord into Jerusa

lem We might have conceived from the inference, that the priest had imposed upon their credulity, was absolutely irresisti.. ble ; but so far however from suspecting their kind father, who had so beneficently rewarded their pilgrimage, they began tu speculate upon the problem whether or not the aforesaid quadruped had really been in possession of five legs when alive! They had not, it appears, arrived at that' admirable solution of Father John Ferrand, who, on being pressed with a somewhat similar difficulty respecting the number and perpetuity of relics in their nature perishable and uniqne, sagaciously replied, that “God was pleased to multiply and reproduce them for the devotion of the faithful!" Spalatin enumerates no less than nineteen thousand three hundred and seventy-four sacred relics in the great church of Wittemberg alone ;-what then must have been the number and value at more celebrated shrines! We can, however, give credit to alınost any stories of Romish absurdities, astonishing as they may appear, when we consider the strange facts which were disclosed in our own country at the dissolution of the monastic institutions, and which, after the most charitable deductions, still present a picture which every feeling mind must shudder to behold.

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The want of novelty in this piece is fully compensated by the fine acting of Miss Kelly. She gives eloquence to the occaiional repetition of Two Words in a way that surpasses and delights. The piece is always well received. The following, among many others, will convey to our readers an idea of the chaste, correct, simple, and fascinating songs in this Melo Dramatic piece :


We are all prepared to fight and die,
We never flinch, and scorn to fly,
But firmly to our arms we stand
At brave St, Hildibrand's command.

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