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pany with others, was sailing on the which shuns the question of hope, and lake. When they left the castle, the fears to speak its own dark secret of sky was bright and cloudless, and despair. As men, who in the thunder spread like a sea of sapphire above hear their doom pronounced through them, calm and motionless. The heaven, and re-echoed on earth, awaitwarın haze of noon hung around it like ing the final moment, they sate in a shower of gold; and through the that rigid calmness more terrible than bright air darted the sun-beams, like the immobility even of death, when arrows of light from the golden quiver the scanty relic of life retreats before of day. But anon there rose a distant despair to its citadel—when the breath mutter of thunder; the calmness of futters feverishly on the lip, and the the air was shaken, as by a giant's sunken lightless eye needs but the clostread; the black-clouds sprang from ing hand to seal it in darkness for ever. the mountain heights, like spirits chain- The hands of some were locked in the ed in their caverns, whose hour of free- desperate struggle between the faint dom was given for destruction and re- hope which yet lingered in their hearts, tribution to man; in silence they over and the certainty of death which lowerspread the heaven; quenched the light ed in every cloud, and spoke in every of the sun with their dull and grave- peal; while others rallied their remainlike mass, and launched upon the air a ing strength to mutter a prayer, ere thick and impenetrable darkness. The they sank for ever, and turned their breeze which, with the softness of ghastly faces to that heaven, whose summer, had barely strength to ripple lightnings gave them the livid hue of the wave, swept by them with the death. A moment more, and a huge swiftness of a tempest, Jashing the wa wave struck the laboring bark. On all ter into crested foam, and bearing on sides the water poured in with the its wing the sultry breath of the pesti- strength of a torrent, and she sank lence. A flash darted from the clouds, with her gallant crew for ever. spreading the ghastly light of a moment Boats had pushed off in all directions through the black heavens, which hung from the castle, for the relief of the above them as one vast sepulchre ; and sufferers; and, as the retainers rushed the peal which followed, with a crash forward to man them with a loyal dewhich quaked the earth, seemed to votion to the prince, which shrank not rend asunder the mighty mass, only to even from certain death, the monarch reveal its depths of darkness and of promised a generous bounty from his terrors.

own hand to him whose valour should The bark tossed like gossamer upon rescue the prince Morni. They strug. the heaving waters; and, as the prince gled, but in vain, against the waves. and his companions beheld *O'Donog. They could advance but a small dishue's white horses riding on their lofty tance from the shore ; their baffled crests, despair sat on each pale brow, energy seemed but a sport to the waand silence on every lip. Above and ters, which rose around them as with around them, the tempest pealed with the conscious omnipotence of element; a strength which laughed to scorn their and, despairing of success, they saw puny efforts at escape, and a rage, their prince go down. which seemed to proclaim an anarchy But what was the generous sorrow of the elements. As they looked on of these brave and hardy followers, to each other, their lips, white and blood, the abandonment, despair, and madness less, quivered in that agony of terror, of Ethnea. From her turret she had

* The legend of O'Donoghue is popular throughout Ireland. According to tradition he was a cele brated chieftain, remarkable equally for his warlike fents as the virtues exhibited during time of peace. Seated at a banquet one day, among his nobles and subjects, he was prophesying the injuries and degradation which awaited his country, when, suddenly rising from the table, he walked in the direction of the lake, which yielded not to his pressure, and having reached the centre in safety, immediately disappeared from the presence of his companions, who watched hin from the shore. The prevailıng superstition is, that on every May-Jay morning, (the anniversary of his departure,) le rises from the wave to revisit his ancient domains. His appearance is an omen of a rich harvest. Mounted upon a milk-white steed, he is preceded by an inmense ware of foam. The chieftain, in his annual visit 10 "ibe glimpses of the moon," is supposed still to retain his martial habiliments; his snowy plume floats backward from his steel casque, like the foam of the wave on which he rides, while a light scarf flutters gracefully on his arm, whoso color is that of the cerulean which reflects it. To this day, "O'Donoghue's white horses" is a proverb throughout Ireland.

watched the bark, which bore her Yet with this change of nature there lover, float on the sunny wave, as still clung to him one feeling, which buoyantly as the sea-bird, when it linked him with that he had abandonrests its weary wing, and dips it in the ed. The image of Ethnea was yet silver lymph. The heavens spread graven on his heart; the memory of above them like a world of smiles, and their vows had not passed away with the rich light, which curtained heaven the doom which severed them; and, and earth, seemed as though the reign though wandering between the dark of day had become eternal, and the realms of death and those which resceptre of night was broken, which vealed the path to a new nature and brought darkness and rest to man. existence, his thoughts strayed back to With boding eye she had watched the bower of Ethnea, where, by her each cloud as it slowly rose, and added side, he once more spoke of their briits dark mass to the tempest which ga- dal, and heard the enchanting melody thered in silence, and burst in fury of her lute. In terror she gazed upon the flashes To feel the recollections of earth still which seemed to blazon their doom up- retaining their freshness, the impulses on the sky in characters ot' fire. She of humanity still warm within his heart, heard the mighty boom of the wave, as and its feelings and affections still hangit burst upon the shore in deep and ing around him, like the fragments of stern reply to the thunder. She saw a nature doomed and accursed, was a the light bark swallowed by the waters, constant torture, which rendered Morwhich roared and swept around her, vi blind to the pageants and wonders like a monster enger for his prey. Her which swept past him in this new senses became darkened and confused. world enveloped in clouds of azure The sky floated before her as an ocean light, and deaf to the spiritual harmony of liquid fire. The thunder pealed in which seemed to rise from the emeher ear, and the remorseless wave rald caves of the waters, floating in soft swelled around her with a resistless, and voluptuous measures from the lips suffocating strength. In her delirium, of Naiads, or rushing with the power she murmured a prayer for the soul of a tide from the tortuous cavities of of her lover, and was borne senseless the sea-shell. from the turret by her maidens.

As thus he lay, distracted between The tempest had passed, and the the visionary charms of his new-existwaters again slumbered in peace. The ence, and the memories and affections veil of darkness fled, like mist before which still bound the wanderer to the returving beams of the sun; and earth, a strain reached him, floating the azure of the wave was once more towards him with such gentle harmony, tinged with the showered splendour of as made him deem it was the waves his light.

discoursing music, and rising with such As Morni lay, cold and lifeless, be- full, yet mellow power, as to challenge neath the waters which engulphed the melody of mortal lip, and breathe him, he felt, as from some superna on the ear the spell of an unknown tural source, a principle of animation world. The sounds grew stronger, and suddenly pervading his frame, which with their strength the melody became restored to him conscicusness, feeling, sweeter. Above, below, around, gushand the power of motion. But with ed the soft strains, as though every the acquisition of life he felt that his drop of the azure mass had been transnature was changed. The fresh and formed into spirit, and inspired with buoyant wave seemed now to him the the harmony of its new creation. element of life alone; he rode on it as As the sounds approached, the minwith the swiftness of wings, and loved strels became visible. Thousands upon to seek out the mysteries and secret thousands, like the swift messengers of wonders of its unrevealed depths. The the tempest, sped their way on their sun possessed no longer for him the outspread crystal wings, the brow of gladness and the inspiring joy he knew each decked with the blossoms of the as man; and its warmth and light he sea-flower, wrought into a garland; and felt he could endure through the dim the light robes, which hung with a medium of the wave alone.

vapory grace around their forms, were

woven from the mist and sunbeam, waves, as they gathered before and which alternately hovered around their around him in his progress, and bearing silver realıns.

the gurgling water, as it rushed past As with one impulse, they paused him, uttering its deep, mysterious harbefore Morni, and, laying their garlands mony, as though it rose from the sacred at his feet, sang, with a softness which lips of nature. But, though a spirit in invaded his senses with a dreamy pow- form, and sharing the subtle influences er, the following:

of his nature, his heart wandered back

to the presence of Ethnea, and poured There's a world of light far, far from thine eyes, forth its rich tribute of idolatry and Where a quenchless sun illumines the skies;

love. And the crystal spreals like a silver sea, When it sleeps in the moonlight peacefully

The spirits at length paused in their Down! down to the dephs! away!

flight, and the veil, which had hitherto Where the emerald darts its ray And the soft wave murmurs its dirge-like lay. obscured the vision of the prince, was

now withdrawn, to reveal a prospect Beneath us are conches of pearls so white, That they seem to have lain in the pale moonlight; decorations of art, and exceeded the

whose beauty vied with the fantastic They are spread for thee, and light be the sleep Which closeth thy tids in the azure deep!

endless variety which nature has so Down! down to the depths ! away! Where the emerald darts its ray ;

prodigally lavished on the vale, the And the soft wave murmurs its dirge-like lay. mountain, and the stream.

They stood before a vast and magniThe wealth of the insects' coral isle Sends a blush thro' the wave from its crimson pile, bled one continuous sheet of light, as

ficent palace, whose agate-walls resemWhich pilots us in our arrowy fight, When we tempt the wave in the glooin or night. they caught the calm, fixed radiance of

Down! down to the depths! away!
Where the emerald darts its ray,

the moon, and flashed back the sparkAnd the soft wave murmurs its dirge-like lay. ling waves, which burst in showers of

silver. The glistening pile seemed to
And thy dreams shall be woven of beauty and light, have risen, the creation of a moment,
As they speed thro' our regions of chrystal bright;
And the sun of the morning shall rise to thinc eye, the workmanship of spirits. Not a
Like an orb, whose light never sets in the sky. am or partition could be seen upon

Down! down to the depths! away!
Where the emerald darts its ray,

the walls ; but like an eternal bulwark And the soft wave murmurs its dirge-like lay. they stood, for ages past and to come.

defying the rage of tempest and wave, Then, away! where the coral and emerald lie, Like the emulous hues of a sunset-sky;

and wrought of one solid and impeneFor the evening dawis, and the moonlit-sheen trable mass. In the great space, which Will guide to the throne of our Najad-queen. spread before it, wereclustered flowers of

Down! down to the depths! away!
Where the emerald darts its ray,

every hue and fragrance, as much surAnd the soft wave murmurs its dirge-like lay. passing the fertility of earth, as the gor

geous editice in strength and splendour As the strain died away, the trance exceeded the perishable efforts of human of Moroi passed. He started from his art. Around it waved a rich forest of recumbent posture: the garlands still trees, whose foliage sparkled like the lay at his feet, and the spirits knelt as emerald, and whose fruits, depending before one whose favour they sought, from the boughs in the weight of plenand whose power they acknowledged. ty and luxuriance, vied with the deliOn a sudden, he felt himself invested cate blush of the coral Flower and with a form resembling theirs, and ar tree appeared to have bloomed in the rayed in the light, cloud-like drapery ceaseless sunshine of a thousand sumwhich enveloped them. The wings mers; no worm was there to blight the already fluttered at his back, tempting verdure of the leaf, nor storm to rend his flight through the unsearched the fruit from its undying stem. It depths which lay before him. Their was a paradise of the wave, sleeping in buoyant strength raised him from the the rainbow hues of its own element. ground, and, preceded by the spirits, The entrance to the palace was one he was borne onward with a speed rich unvaried path of pearl, conducting which challenged that of the wind. to a lofty flight of steps strewn with As he flew, his heart acquired fresh flowers, which glowed like a carpet of and unknowo impulses of his new na- damask. Beneath the crystal portico ture ; he exulted in cleaving with the of the palace were spread couches of swift penetration of an arrow the massy the same material, inwrought with

emerald, on which reclined the aëry Why weepest thou?" said the forms of spirits, some lost in the volup- Naiad, in a tone of sweetness, which tuous dreams of their resplendent world, never yet hallowed a lip of earthly. and others answering the murmur of nature, or rose from the strings of its the wave with the soft, delicious melo- most finely wrought instrument; “ bedy of the lyre.

wailest thou that sad doom of earth, As the spirits winged their flight to- which claims thee as her child, and ward the palace, they waved to Morni, locks thee in the coldness and decay of who stood entranced as before wonders her eternal embrace ? Or dost thou raised by a magician, to follow them; weep?" while, as they flew among the trees, or

• That I have loved, bright queen," floated on the flowers with a step so interrupted Morni, “and am miserable;" light, as neither to wake their fragrance, and, as he spake, he fell on his knees or brush the down from a single leaf, before the throne, and clasping his their voices once more swelled in their hands to his eyes, the tears once more wild lay ;

gushed through them.

Thine," replied the Naiad, “ are " For the evening lawns, and the moonlit sheen Will guide to the throne of our Naiad queen."

the first tears which have ever stained

my crystal floor, or mingled with the The spirits started from their couches, element I rule.” and the lyres responded to the notes, Pardon! pardon !" said the diswhich announced their approach. As tracted Morni, stretching out his hands Morni reached the portico, a dizzy imploringly ; " Nature claims her debt, faintness pervaded him; he felt the

even though she exacts it from the very measure of his flight was staid ; that, soul. What to me is the dazzling splenthough a spirit, he stood beneath the dor of this thy world, which pales the spell of a superior power; and the tears moon and her sparkling retinue, and of his eartbly nature streamed from his fixes on itself the stamp of heaven, and eyes as he became conscious that his the smiling protection of a God ?wings were folded, and himself bound, What to me is the eternal, though joyas by a chain, to the spot. But, while less light, which, like some subtle dame, he wept, an eye rested on him, which beams around thee forever, yet never tears had never stained, and whose

waxes more dim or weaker,—which brightness sparkled, like the gems of floats above and beneath thee in one the element she ruled. A moment inextinguishable mass; the ruling elemore, and led, as a captive, by that ment of thy world, the pervading princibright company, whose track ho had ple of its creation ? What to me! followed with the speed and lightness Yet pardon, fair Queen--give me to of a bird, he was conducted into the revisit earth, once more to see its flowspacious hall of the palace, and stood ers, and hear the murmur of its sumbefore the throne of their Naiad-queen. mer wind-give me,” he added, in a

Silent and trembling he stood before subdued tone, "once again to clasp the form which filled the throne. The Ethneasubmission of those around him, and "But for me," rejoined the Naiad, the sceptre she waved as she issued " thou hadst died in the dread tempest, her commands, bespoke her queeu of which this day swept my realm, and this rich and mysterious world. As he gave thy companions to their dreary raised his eyes in fear of reproof, the fate. Of all, thou alone wert rescued.” soft, yet intense light of her's fell on " And wherefore ?” enqnired Morbim. He shrank beneath the glance, ni, in a tone of despair, his hands lockeven though a smile played upon hered together, and his head hanging op lip. Such radiance never beamed from his breast" wherefore was I saved mortal eye ; and, in terror, he awaited from death to be the slave of misery? the doom he momently expected to be Wherefore was I deprived of the napronounced by the avenging spirit. ture in which alone happiness await

She waved her sceptre, and the ed me, and made the denizen of this spirits vanished; but anon, in the dis- mysterious world, where the sense of tance, gushed the tremulous melody of death and decay which still clings to the wave, and the responding lyres of me, is rendered more loathsome to the the airy minstrels.

earth-born, from the immortality

which pervades thy realm and beams chilled in the air of night ?–a world on the brow of every spirit ; where, where even woman, the star of your like a wanderer, whose path leads to heaven, the idol of your eye, and the some bright oasis , I stand alone and passion of your heart

, pales, withers, isolated : no lip to answer the tones of and drops into the grave, like a blosjoy and wonder which tremble upon som from its stem ;-a world on which mine, and quiver within my heart ; death hath set a seal, inviolable and no eye to roam with mine through the eternal ;-an empire, whose boasted broad, unmeasured fields of beauty, lord is compounded of dust, and whose or share the gladness which beams in fretful reign, to the eye of immortality, every glance. Bright queen, I am, in- is but the glow and extinction of a deed, alone

spark." "Not where love is thy companion," • I tremble to hear thee,” replied replied the Naiad.

Morni ; "the lips of an immortal speaks * Alas !" answered Morni, " that re with the terror and the truth of death. I mained behind, as in mockery, while weep not that I have left the earth or the image has been torn from me. am freed from the nature, whose law Like the sun, it has passed from the was decay, and the penalty of whose eye, but left behind it a light, which brief enjoyments was dust. I weep consecrates even its departure."

that I loved “ Speakest thou, fair youth, of the The love of a spirit, as it is power, Princess Ethnea ?said the Naiad. is more lasting than that of woman,"

" 'Twas she whom I loved, from said the Naiad. whom I was torn ere I could call her " There is the thought," answered mine," answered Morni, with a fervor Morni, “ which weighs upon me, like which spoke of grief even more than a curse, in this new world. From the despair; " and whom now I mourn amid holy intercourse of spirits I am severed; all the beauty which could inspire for- the impulses which springs, like an esgetfulness of earth and her fairest haustless fountain, in an immortal bodaughters."

som, I can never know. I feel myself an " And in a world like this,” rejoined outcast-a wanderer-> the Naiad, "where spirits are thy com *+ 'Twas love which rescued thee from panions; where immortality has bro- death,” replied the Naiad, " and love ken the shaft of death, and scattered which commanded thee before my the ashes from the urn of decay; where throne.” we count not time by the decline of light “Love !" repeated Morni, in astoto the tomb of darkness, but feel nishment, "of whom?" around us an eternal day, bright and “ The love of her who rules these endless as the sky it springs from; realms—at whose feet thou kneelest," where the tears, which fret the cheek answered the Naiad; and while she of earthly beauty, the groans of human spoke, a tenderness, like mist upon the suffering, and the measures of hate or moon, dimmed for the moment the jewdiscontent which pollute the air of elled lustre of her eyes. your upper world, and rise to its hea.

“ Nay, mock me not, I pray thee, fair ven in rebellion against its God-are queen, for I am miserable," exclaimed unheard and unfelt; but instead we Morni, as he started to his feet, and hear the ceaseless harmony of the with a wildness, partaking of the unconwave, and the joyous chaunt of spirits. sciousness of the dreamer, gazed around And is it in a world like this, thou upon the sparkling walls, which, as in weepest because thou hast been taken mockery of the darkness and confusion from one whose waters are corrupted stealing on him, still poured down their with the tear which agony mingles with rich and massive columns of lightthem ?-whose flowers bloom in the “ Thou-a spirit: -a queen! to love morning sun, only to close their leaves one born of earth!" he cried, still lookin darkness and decay as he leaves them ing around him in bewilderment,

(To be Continued.)

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