cast his eyes on them, than he rushed towards them full gallop. Elvira looked at him, and screamed. It was Rostubaldo! Two rivals know each other though they have never met before. The savage Rostubaldo cast a terrible glance on Elvira, and with his sword. upraised he darted on Sanchez. He smote, he was smitten. The blow given by Sanchez made Rostubaldo stagger; but his armour resisted. That of Sanchez, on the contrary, hung loose; he had himself taken the screws from it. The sword of the barbarian opened it without difficulty, and its cruel point inflicted a terrible wound on the breast, of the rash lover. He fell bathed in his blood; his dying eyes were turned on Elvira; but it was not to call for vengeance. The ferocious victor insulted him. "Weak rival," exclaimed he, you reckoned on the courage of your mistress; you thought that it would not be necessary for you to have the ability to defend her; die! but before you die, view her in my arms.'

As he said these words he dismonnted, and advanced towards Elvira. Despair, love, rage, were in the eyes, and the heart of the heroine. "Approach me not," she cried to him; "but defend yourself." She sprung to the ground, and her sword rained innumerable blows on the cruel Rostubaldo. He parried them, and feared to return them to the beautiful Elvira; but the beautiful Elvira was no longer a woman, she was Mars excited to fury, who destroys every thing which stands in the way of his rage. The armour of Rostubaldo flew in splinters; his blood tinged his cuirass; yet still he hesitated whether he should fly from the heroine, or treat her as an enemy. At length pain and necessity gained the ascendant; he no longer restrained himself; in his turn he attacked Elvira, and gave her blow for blow, and the two champions seemed resolved not to cease from combat till they ceased to live.

Justice and love were at last triumphant. Already stunned by the blow from Sanchez, and by those which he had received from Elvira, Rostubaldo could no longer resist the valiant amazon. He faultered at the moment when she was on the point of faultering. Elvira perceived this, and it redoubled her strength. She

pressed upon him, and he fell upon his knee, and ask ed for mercy. "No, traitor!" exclaimed she, plung ing at the same time the sword into his bosom. She ran to Sanchez, but Sanchez was insensible. She knelt by him, and her tears fell on his wound; but even that balm could not cure him. The unfortunate Sanchez, his eyes closed, and his lips half opened, scarcely breathed, and the blood flowed rapidly from him. Elvira succeeded in stopping it; and to tie up the wound of her lover, she rent the linen which she wore under her armour; she raised his head, and placed her hand on his heart, to discover whether it yet beat. She could find no favourable symptom, and she feared that San chez had breathed his last sigh. Anxious to be certain whether he had really ceased to breathe, she bent down her mouth towards his, and her lips touched those of the expiring youth. Ah! Sanchez, that kiss saved your life: all of feeling that yet remained in you awoke to that kiss. Sanchez opened his eyes, and Elvira, overjoyed, ran to fetch some water in her helmet. 66 My dear friend," said she," live for me, live for my happiness." The words restored him; he looked at Elvira, he pressed her hand, and his eyes said all that his lips were unable to utter.

Elvira now wished to go to procure assistance, for the purpose of removing her lover to the nearest village. No! no!" said Sanchez, in a feeble and tender voice," no! let us go back as soon as possible to the castle of the child." Elvira blushed, and owned that she was afraid she could not find the road. "I foresaw that," replied the wounded knight; "but the shining screws from my armour will guide you to the castle. I scattered them on the way, that I might be able to lead you back again. I did not hope that it would be so speedily."

Elvira, who understood from this the cause why Sanchez had been so quickly defeated, shed tears of tenderness and affection. Without making any reply, she cut some branches, of which she formed a litter. In this she placed the wounded knight, and yoking to it the horses of Sanchez and Rostubaldo, she followed the track which was pointed out to her by the silver

screws, and thus conducted towards the castle her beloved charge.

The moment she arrived, the child appeared on the tower. Elvira did not give him time to speak. "Open,' said she, we will love each other for ever.' At the words for ever, the gates opened. The heart of poor Sanchez palpitated as he passed over the bridge. The care which was taken of him in the castle, and the attentions lavished upon him by Elvira, soon restored him to health. After having been entertained for a month, they thanked the beautiful child, and hastened to the court of Elvira's father, who sanctioned their union. R.*.*.

HEBREW ADAGES.

IN his purse, in his drink, in his anger, shall a man be known.

The eye and the heart are the brokers of sin.

As the canker worm to the wheat, is the prostitute to the house.

He who denies a crime, doubles it.

He who dwells with the wicked, suffers with the wicked.

The wine goes in, and the secret goes out.

Better is a friend in the street, than gold in the house.

Affliction follows the afflicted.

A grain of pepper is stronger than a basket full of gourds.

Heaven assists him who is willing to amend.

A small piece of money will clatter in a bottle.--This is interpreted, "The fool makes a great noise with the little he knows.

There is no profit in the bramble, until it be hewn down.

The mustard will bite a man, though he eats it from a spoon of his own making.

They have dived into the depths of the sea, and they have brought up---a shell.---This proverb is applied by the Hebrews to the Gentile philosophers.

The full stomach produces all evils.

S.R.