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Comes with the people when the bells
Are heard among the Moorland dells,
Finds entrance through yon arch, where way
Lies open on the Sabbath-day;

Here walks amid the mournful waste
Of prostrate altars, shrines defac'd;
Paces softly, or makes halt

By fractured cell, or tomb, or vault,
By plate of monumental brass

Dim gleaming among weeds and grass,

And sculptured forms of warriors brave;

But chiefly by that single grave

That one sequester'd hillock green,

The pensive visitant is seen.'

Our readers now know why the White Doe' came from Rylstone to Bolton Priory every Sabbath day during the time of divine service.

DESCRIPTION OF TOMBUCTOO.

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Five of the Moors were left on the sands, three of whom died immediately; and though the other two were within a day's march of their town, neither of them ever made his appearance, and Adams doubts not they both perished.

At Vled Duleim, (Woled D'leim,) a tented village of Moors, who had numerous flocks of sheep and goats, Adams and his companion were employed to take care of these animals, which they continued to do for ten or eleven months, exposed to a scorching sun, in a state of almost utter nakedness, the miseries of their situation aggravated by despair of ever being released from slavery. The flocks being large, they sometimes ventured to kill a kid, and, to prevent detection, buried the ashes of the fire with which they dressed it in the sand. Adams at length remonstrated with his master, whose name was Hamet Laubed, who frankly told him it was his intention to keep them. Upon this Adams determined to neglect his duty; the foxes killed several of the young kids, and he suffered a severe beating for it; he still, however, persisted in remaining idle in the tent, and it was debated therefore whether they should put him to death, or sell him to another tribe; in the mean time, his master's wife having asked him if he would take a camel with a couple of skins to fetch water from a distant well, he signified his consent.

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- Determined to attempt his escape, he passed the well, and and proceeded towards a place called Wadinoon (Wed-noon) : he travelled about twenty miles, when the camel lay down with fatigue, and Adams lay by its side. Next morning he proceeded,

and soon perceived a smoke. Ascending a small hill he served forty or fifty tents, and, on looking round, two camels coming after him, with a rider on each. Being greatly alarmed, he pushed on, and coming near the place, he observed about a hundred Moors with their faces turned to the east, in the act of prayer: he asked the name of the place; they told him Hilla Gibla. The two camels now arrived, and Adams observed that one carried his master, and the other the owner of the camel on which he rode.

His master claimed him as his slave; but Adams said he would rather die than return; that he had broke his promise in not sending him to Mogadore; and the chief of Hilla Gibla (el Kabla) having heard both sides, was favourably disposed towards Adams; and offered his master a bushel of dates and a camel for him; the offer, after some altercation, was accepted, and Adams became the slave of Mahomet.

Having remained here a month, with no prospect of depart ing, Adams, after making inquiry as to the direction and distance of Wed-noon, and spurred on by the intelligence which he had gained of Christians being there, determined to desert. He was, however, overtaken, the second day, and brought back; soon afterwards, however, Abdallah and his party proceeded to Wednoon, which they reached in five days.

"Wed-noon is a small town, consisting of about forty houses,. and some tents; the soil better cultivated than any which Adams had yet seen, and the produce chiefly corn and tobacco; there were also dates and fig-trees, and a few grapes, apples, pears,> and pomegranates. Here, to his great satisfaction, he met with his old companions, Dolbie, the mate, with Davison and Wil-z liams, two of the crew of the Charles; they had been here about twelve months, and were the slaves of the governor's sons.. Adams was soon disposed of to Belcassam Abdallah (Bel-Cossim Abdallah) for twenty dollars, payable in blankets, gunpowder, and dates.

There was also at Wed-noon a Frenchman, who informed Adams that he had been wrecked about twelve years before on: the coast, and that all the crew except himself had been redeemed. He also told him that, about four years before, the Agezuma (Montezuma), from Liverpool, commanded by Captain Harrison, had been wrecked, and the captain and nearly the whole of the crew murdered. This man had turned Mahomedan, had a wife and child and three slaves, and gained a good, living by making gunpowder: Adams saw him pounding brimstone in a wooden mortar, and grinding charcoal, as they do. grain, between two stones.

(To be concluded in next Number.)

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THE MAID OF ST. MARINO.

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As Count Vanzenza was now the ostensible Lord of his brother's household, he naturally expected the homage due to his claims; but in the countenance of every domestic he fancied a reluctance to attend him: a dislike, approaching to horror, seemed to supersede the concern they might be supposed to feel for their late loss. One only of the numerous train paid the respect his state exacted, and this man was Tancred. The Count observing his readiness to oblige, commanded his attendance. at supper. Tancred appeared pleased at the distinction; and, during his Lord's repast, related the following circumstance of Count Francis' demise, with its consequences.

It was usual, he said, for Taverim, who was a relation of Lady Juliana's, to sit at table with her long after her husband had retired for the night; and this, the old man feared, was a cause of much contention between the noble couple; particularly on the night of his death, the Count had gone to his chamber in open displeasure, and he believed slept alone. That about four in the morning a cry of murder sounded through the Castle. Terrified at the unusual disturbance, he ran up the great stairs, and met Lady Juliana in her night-dress, her hair dishevelled, her hands clasped, and, exhibiting every mark of distraction, exclaiming-" My love, my life, my murdered Francis!" That, without stopping, he ran forwards, and discovered his Lord lying on a bed, with every appearance of being strangled. His casement was open, part of a napkin lay on the window on the ground Tancred saw a lock of black hair, a piece of a shirt, and an old hat. It was plain the assassin's escaped by means of the window, and that the poor victim had struggled hard for his life.

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He then went on to mention the extraordinary, but ineffectual, means taken to discover the murderers; and how very. active Taverini had been on that head. Vanzenza shuddered."But now, my Lord," concluded the garrulous orator, "comes the worst of the story. Ever since the night he was buried, those chambers" (pointing to two, opposite Roderigo's apartment) "are troubled there my dear master appears nightly ;and but that-." "But what, Tancred?" Why, that is all, and please your"Something yet remains to be explained, Tancred; your hints, and those of Juliana, mean a dreadful mystery. Speak, then, on your duty I charge you, speak.' "I cannot, so please you--I dare not," cried the ancient creature, dropping on his knees-"Oh, it is a secret, so

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awful!-but watch with me, my Lord, this night, and you-’ "Slave," exclaimed the enraged Count while he half drew his sword," am I to be trifled with?" "O, no, your lordship-forgive me; it is not my own invention; but when the apparitionSee, my Lord, that door-I think it moves-It opens- !"

Tancred was not deceived; the door did open-a shriek was heard and the words "Vengeance, vengeance on my murderer!" followed. Vanzenza was petrified, and could scarcely raise the terror-struck Tancred, who, grasping the Count's knees, begged him to leave the Castle, for his life was not safe; "How! my life?" "O, my Lord, all the servants think-.” "Think what?" "That you are your brother's murderer."

"Powers of goodness, what means this madman?" His apostrophe now met with a fearful interruption from the chamber of death, for he plainly distinguished this sentence-" Roderige is a fratricide!" The voice that uttered an accusation so shocking, sounded hollow, yet piercing, and Tancred tremblingly asserted, that every one beneath that roof had heard those very words repeatedly. He was going on, when the approach of people seemed to relieve Vanzenza's benumbed faculties, who, stepping forward, perceived several domestics, well armed, and headed by two officers of the police armed also; and before the Count could demand their business, at an hour so unusual, he was surrounded by them, seized, and strongly secured. In vain did he attempt to learn the cause of this violence; in vain struggle to disengage himself; the combination was too powerful for effectual resistance, and he was dragged to the great entrance of the Castle where several horses were in waiting, on one of which he was mounted, and conveyed to Naples, where, to his utter astonishment, he was accused (such was the superstition of those times) as accessary to his brother's death; and this, solely on the strength of that mysterious information which had been frequently repeated, and which himself had witnessed on the preceding night.

His defence, which was manly, spirited, and pathetic, procu red him neither credence, nor mercy. The evidence of a supposed apparition destroyed every effect of simple truth; and although it amounted not to full conviction, was sufficient to justify his persecutors in their application of the torture.

Vanzenza bore this barbarous proof of concealed villainy with wonderful constancy; and, after two years' imprisonment, he was permitted to depart from Naples, and, although acquitted, with a strict prohibition never to appear within the Neapolitan jurisdiction; consequently he was precluded the possibility of attempting any investigation of his late dreadful prosecution.

(To be continued.)

THE NARRATOR, No. IV.

MY NEIGHBOUR'S SON.

"There is a tide in the affairs of men

Which taken at the flood leads on to fortune."

If I could believe the tenth part of all I hear respecting the efficience of dreams, I should think myself qualified to become a leading member in any old woman's club in Christendom: but there are some circumstances of so convictive a nature, that it would be incongruous to candour, not to admit that

"In dreams the soul is oft appriz'd

Of what in waking's realiz'd."

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I was walking over London bridge one morning towards Surrey, when I met my neighbours son Richard Markham, who was a fine sprightly young man, but a little given to dissipation, wild and could settle to nothing that might turn to profit; therefore wholly dependent on the ingenuity and industry of a kind parent, who, although he possessed understanding enough to discriminate his sons imperfections, wanted the resolution to correct them in that moral way becoming a father. Well Richard (said I) where are you going this fine morning and with that cheerful countenance? Why Mr. Narrator (he replied) I had last night a most singular and whimsical dream, and I am going to try if there be any thing like truth in the predictions of Somnus. I requested my neighbour's son to describe to me the nature of his visionary information, I saw (rejoined Richard) a good looking man in a blue coat, with a sword by his side, he came towards me with a smile, and taking me by the hand, bade me make haste to Gravesend, where I should met with something that would lead me to good fortune. As I related this circumstance to my father at our breakfast table, he reminded me of the strong passage in Shakespeare, so applicable to the event, which Richard repeated with good emphasis, and which I have made my motto to this paper. After a good hearty laugh, and with his concurrence, (continued Richard) I resolved for Gravesend, and am now going down by the tide boat in hope to find the way to this promised preferment.

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