very graciously knighted the most d serving. The valor of the Bloody Knight, as he was called, attracted the king's notice much. To Lord Morton, a favorite he gave the charge of inviting him to court; there to receive the royal bounty promised by his majesty after the victory.

Lord Morton was desirous of knowing the quality of this stranger, in order that he might counsel what was the fittest request to offer to the throne; as his majesty had left him to his opinion in what manner he should honor him.

Lord Albon was deputed by Lord Morton to seek him out. He found him with difficulty. The stranger told him he came from Normandy with his mother, to seek after his father's

verse winds seperated the little fleet in which we sailed with some few English troops. My mother, with her attendants, were drove back; whilst the dark in which I saild fortunately made land. The hand of Heaven sustained me in the battle; and, from the royal bounty, with Lord Morton's influence, I doubt not but I shall regain the possessions of

my

father. But, be that as it may, I think myself fortunate, that justice wielded my sword, and young Lord Wentworth fell beneath arm." my

Lord Morton found himself greatly interested in the young champion's history; and, during the relation, his regard for virtue moved his resolves. At length they prepare to attend the court. Lord Morton introduced the valiant Leo, hav.

estates, whom he supposed longing related to the King in his since dead. His name he said was Leo; that from his infancy he had constantly resided with his grandfather, whose only infirmity was his advanc. ed age, which prevented him from joining the royal stand

ard.

"My mother would attend me, determining, if I should fall in battle, that she would retire into a convent. Ad

closet the hero's history. The essential services he had rendered the state, together with the intercessions of Lord Morton, for whose great power and good offices he was not to depart the throne dissatisfied, induced the king, of his royal magnificence, to create Leo Lord Castlehaven.

Whilst these transactions were passing, Audley had

journeyed on, In his way he
learned that his friend Ironside
had died of his wounds, but
not without the satisfaction of
seeing his daughter Elvira, in
whose arms he expired; but
whither the young lady had
retired he did not then know.
After a few days' journey, he
resched the well known spot
where once stood the Benedic-
tine monastery of Crowle.
Alas! how changed! It was a
heap of ruins! Being proved a
nursery of rebellion and plots
against the state, it was des-sing its requiem.
troyed by the mandate, and its
possessions confiscated. As he
travelled on, he had the morti-

length, with difficulty, he
reached the tower. At his
approach, the doors which had
been shut for years, as if shook
by tempests, spontaneously
gave way! He gains the galle.
ry! Shrouded and concealed
by dirt and ruins, he walked
round the gallery where once
hung the armour of his ances-

tors.

Little remained of the

ancient strength and grandeur of the place. The raven was the only tenant, who, now and then, by croaking, seemed to

After taking, with his servants, a thorough view of the

fication to behold the old pat-place, he retired to the village

rician oaks which once graced the mansion of his father, felled, and nought but the stumps remaining. The fatal hand of desolation bad altered every pleasing view into ruin and destruction, and a confused heap marked the spot where once the dwelling stood, save one wing alone, which had sustained the shock of time, and spared the gallery where once Audley was miraculously saved! With tears he viewed the waste! Among the ruins he attempts his way! The waters, which naturally overflowed for want of embanking, made his way almost inaccessible. At

of Spalding to refresh, and study a plan to recover his ancient possessions.

Whilst he was meditating upon these things, the ecclesiastics of the place received notice that the Lord's wedding was in a few days to be celebrated in their village, and that the bride was from abroad. The day arrived. Audley soon recollected Lord Albion, who led the joyful band, and who immediately recognized his his courageous friend, who had beca so serviceable in suppressing the late

rebellion.

(To be Concluded in our next,)

THE

MONK OF THE GROTTO.

A Tale.

(Continued)

Francesco observed that she

had written an answer, and immediately presented himself to receive it. Virginia after his departure, continued traversing with hasty steps the cloister where she had met him.

Virginia continued for some moments wrapped in her reflections. The image of her early years presented itself to her imagination, but soon the flattering picture assumed a

mournful shade. She recalled to her mind the last moments of her mother, and the fatal death of the Count Caprara : it seemed that the Immortal spir its of those two cherished beings hovered over her. The moon, which had just risen, shot her resplendent rays against the painted glass of the Gothic windows of the monastery, and imparted a pale and trembling light throughout the interior of the cloister. Virginia could not resist an involuntary emotion of terror at hearing some one speak in a low tone of voice; but Francesco, making himself known,soon dissipated her apprehen

"What audaucity! thought she. "Eugenio dare to propose to me to see him-to listen to him! What can he say to me in justification of his cruel conduct? Alas! he is perhaps unhappy! added she in softened accents, "If he secks consolation and an alleviation of his misery from me, shall I not act with more cruelty towards him than ever he has with regard to me, ifI re-sions:-he returned her the fuse to hear him? Can I for- pocket-book, at the same time get that he was my beloved, requesting her to read what my only friend-that he is still Eugenio had traced below the the object dearest to my heart, answer she had written to his and that every hour I invoke, letter. Virginia approached in his favour, the blessings of one of the windows, and disheaven?-Oh Eugenio! Eu- tinguished, by the light of the genio!" she exclaimed in sad moon, these words :accents, and her eyes bathed in tears, how can I sustain the dreadful idea of giving you Pain?"

"Me, the husband of Rosalia!just Heaven! what dreadful mystery do you present to my imagination? Oh! too

Heaven, grant my prayer!-restore to his sight the lovely the torments I suffer are inex. pressible! Virginia, for the sake of pity and humanity, do not leave me to die with despair!"