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lowed, and was soon in her carriage and on her way hypocrisy. At that age, when the flower of the heart back to Paris.

had not been cropped by the influence of debased assoMontanvers stood in a side door where he could not ciates, he had displayed a cunning, which at school be seen, and watched the receding form of his guest, won for him a reputation among his classmates, which, until the carriage moved away.

with the natural bent of his mind, tended to unfit him "I would not see her," muttered he, "fearful that in after life for that straight path which alone leads to she would know me. Now for Paris. My brave men,” happiness and peace. Was there an orchard to rob, or said he, addressing some dozen men who were lolling a bird's nest to plunder, or an “affair” to manage, on the green sward before him, “I am about leaving Henry was the chosen one. In his eye was the subtle you for a short time, and when I again join you I trust fire-in his tongue was the oily eloquence and in his that all suspicions, which have arisen of late from our arm was the ready movement, which suited well the bold maneuvres, may be lulled, and that I may return, leader of a band of reckless schoolboys. At twentyfavored by that fortune which always favors the brave one he had grown prodigiously vain--swore that youth and the bold.” So saying, he took up his way towards was the time for pleasure-old age the time for repentthe city.

ance and soberness--that England was too small for an ambitious gentleman--that the world--the great and

boundless world, was the fit arena for any but a coatCHAPTER IX.

less curate, or a simple squire; for such as him, the

drawing-room of the world, and the huzzas of crowds, Then might my breast be read within,

the only scene, and the only triumph. He accordingly A thousand volumes would be written there.

Earl of Sterling.

scorned all occupations, wherewith to gain an honest

independence, and travelled. As a matter of course his There hath arisen betwixt us

purse grew as light as his conscience, both of which were An immortality of hate. Old Time Shall sink to dotage and forget himself,

melting away very fast. In a little time he was seen And pity cling unto an usurer's breast,

in Florence, without money, and of course, from his Ere he and I grow friends. Barry Cornwall. former habits, without friends.

Every day his situation was becoming more unplea-
Heard you that?
What prodigy of horror is disclosing ?

sant. He was in the midst of plenty, and lived from Lillo,

hand to mouth, until starvation stared him in the face. Behold Montanvers in the full flush of Parisian life! One evening, at the solicitation of his only remaining Full of crimes and vices he had again been elevated to acquaintance, (the rest had cut him—Oh, money, thou that station which he had before forfeited. His god !) he was induced to enter a well known roulette brightest hopes had been realized, and encased as was club in Florence. He sat down, and lost and lost again; his conscience in a hardy stoicism, which even the sharp and borrowed and lost again. He was now in debt Looth of remorse sometimes fails to penetrate, he again several hundred pounds. To extricate himself he bormoved among the great herd and seemed above them. rowed again, and again lost. He was not only bankAgain in the society of the refined--respected by the rupt; he was deeply involved, and in a strange and men-sought after by the women, we turn to contem-friendless city. What was he to do? He looked plate him.

around the room and all shunned him. Delirious from And some will ask, did none of those crimes that his many losses he left the club, sought his own room, stood out boldly on the pages of the past--crimes of and opening his pistol case, loaded one, with which he manifold natures, which the mind would shudder to was about to blow out his brains, when it was wrested contemplate_did they never arise before him to check from his hands. He turned, and beheld in the intruder, the full vide of his longings, or sweep away the aspira- his acquaintance of the club. tions of a reckless and a darkened heart, and a rayless “Montanvers,” said he, “I have come to relieve you. and perverted mind? They did! Vice is, has been, and You are deeply in debt-you want money. An old ever will be, pursued by that unpitying monitor, me- gentleman of wealth has just been informed of his mory, or haunted by that scourging avenger, con- wife's illness in a neighboring town, and starts to-night science. When we err for once, we err forever. When to see her. He carries a large quantity of money with we commit one dark crime, we secure to ourselves a him—the night is dark.” doom more terrible, a fate more awful than he who He consented to accompany him, and share the signed the death-bond with his reeking blood. And spoils. He went—the robbery was committed—the why is this ? Because the memory is undying, and the old man, who had once been an intimate friend of his, images which it brings up, for good or for evil, are its recognized him, and threatened him with exposure-it only “still small voices" to comfort or to damn the pos- cost him his life; and with that deed commenced a long sessor-to the one, it brings sweet incense--on the series of crimes too appalling for narration. other, it inscribes in every lineament, as with the fangs And now behold him moving among the polished of scorpions~" Beware.” Montanvers had passed the and the refined. Success had crowned his villanies, Rubicon of crime, with a bold and daring stride, and and he was again enabled to throw aside the costume was now an outlaw of virtue, to be shunned by man- of the outlaw robber, and assume that of the humble kind, as the brave mountaineer shuns the evil shape of citizen-his former mode of life unknown and unsusthe omened wraith.

pected, save by one—and to silence that one, was one Henry Montanvers had been reared in the midst of of the objects of his present disguise. opulence. He was an only child, and was remarkable, On the day succeeding the date of our last chapter, when a boy, for quickness of invention and consummate Henry Montanvers (we will not trouble the reader with his various aliasès,) was to be seen moving | proceeded back to Paris. Who can tell the fearful through the most solitary part of the suburbs of Paris. thoughts that came over that stern man, as he threaded The path which he had selected was private and seclu- his way through the streets of that city? Who can say ded, and passed through a thick and dark wood. He what were the elements that then struggled in that had strolled alone for some time, with seeming careless- fierce heart? Who can paint the terrible passions that ness, and was then near the centre of the wood, when nerved that fore-dooming hand ? None should try it

. he espied a hat hanging on a bush—he approached Those fiery and savage passions were raging within, with a slow and noiseless tread, and beheld through concealed by a mighty effort, and traced not on a the thick clustering trees the object of his search, haughty brow and a reckless lip. Lucien Andeli, laying on the grass, in so deep a study "Andeli, Andeli!” muttered he, as he walked along. as not to notice his approach.

“Curses on him! He knows me well, and has already Andeli was alone, and was unconscious of every thing upbraided me. Ever since that fearful deed, that he but his own thoughts, when suddenly a ball aimed by alone knows of, that accursed name has been a dark an unseen hand, whirled by him and lodged in the cloud upon my life-the blighter of my sweetest trunk of a tree by his side. He turned to the place dreams-the destroyer of my brightest aspirings. Anfrom which he heard the report of the pistol, as it was deli! how the very name festers upon my tongue-it discharged at him, and beheld a tall athletic figure, but rings in my ear like a death knell! It must not be. He the place was so dark that he could not recognize the dies ! Another, and yet another, to the long list, and I features, and could scarcely see the face of his foe. He can live undisturbed. To kill him—to take with his did not wait for a deadlier aim, but sprang forward, own another's life--psha! it were easier to-down, con and in another instant that foe staggered from the science! He must die! Will I do the deed? And sheeffects of a heavy and well directed blow, and fell to the ha! I will have most sweet revenge! If he lives I am earth. A glance sufficed to show Andeli that he stood forfeited to eternal disgrace. I'll crush him—but the before Montanvers.

means—the means." I spare you, sir," said Andeli, in a tone that went He entered one of the news-rooms, to be met with in to the heart of his foe_"I spare you, sir, as much as almost every street of Paris, and had scarcely seated you deserve death, to reflect, ere you again stain your himself, when the Evening Courier, one of the best hands with blood. From me you have nothing to fear; papers of that day, was thrown into the door. He but I warn you now to urge me no more to arrogate to snatched the paper up in those times as in the present, myself that diviner power which sooner or later must newspapers were the only link that connected mankind overtake you. Great Heavens! I pray that this un- with the great, tumultuous, ever-changing world—and happy man may have atoned for his many errors and had glanced over the columns, when the following words crimes, ere he enters the presence of an awful but a met his eye: just God! Go, Montanvers ! go, and search the dark labyrinths of crime and sin, through which you have

"ARRIVAL OF FRANCIS ARMINE. already passed, and pause amid the desolation and the “ Most of our readers are, perhaps, aware that this ruin that you have wrought, and be warned by one distinguished gentleman has arrived in our city. For a who was once your best friend, of the miserable doom more complete notice of his arrival, we refer them to an that awaits you in another world. Pause and reflect, editorial in yesterday's paper, detailing all the circumif but for an instant, and you are saved !"

stances that occurred to him, as well as the accident “Lucien Andeli,” was his only reply, spoken in a near L'Etoil, which, at that time, created the deepest harsh and hoarse voice, as he glared upon him, “I have sensation amongst our citizens. We are, however, failed this once, but your doom is fixed ! Look-look! happy to learn, that the excitement then evinced has I swear it !”

passed away, and sincerely trust that it shall not Montanvers had arisen, and was retracing his steps become our painful duty to notice, as public journalists, from the wood, when he turned and gazed in the face of any further outbreak of our citizens against the indoAndeli.

cent offender, whom, with a complete knowledge of all “Remember, Lacien Andeli,” he said, in a voice the circumstances of the accident, we do not hesitate to almost choked with passion, “ your doom is fixed. By pronounce entirely guiltless. Hell! I will have your heart's best blood! I have Postscript. Since the above was in type, we have sworn it !”

learned from a secret source that the object of the preAnd he moved away. His hatred towards Andeli sent visit of this talented gentleman is, if possible

, to had not been of a moment's growth. They had in hear of a sister whose mysterious disappearance from early life been rivals, and Andeli the successful. It her home we recorded some five years since. It was was a hatred that one day will not bring forth, but like then supposed by some that she had been murdered

, the poisonous flower that grows in the east in the dark- and that measures had been taken to thwart all endeaest caves, requiring years to unfold, slowly, but surely, vors to find out her fate. We trust, however, that its deadly leaves. It had sprang up in the lonely those suppositions were incorrect, and that the brother recesses of a morbid heart, and was kept there uncon- and the sister may yet be united.” sumed and nourished in the general wreck, as the Montanvers read this over several times, and with mother might nourish her youngest idol in the darkness the names and events spoken of by Mrs. Morton, of a remorseless pestilence. Andeli knew this, and during her delirium at his house, revolved over, he arose despite his bravery almost shuddered as he heard that from his seat. When he did so it was with a prouder voice.

tread. A sudden hope had flashed across him—the The day was drawing to its close when Montanvers dark frown departed from his brow, and his whole


countenance was animated with a glow of triumph. too, had he loved so wildly as he did now-never, as Fate did indeed befriend him!

the young painter-boy, had he dreamed over a gentler “Ha! well counselled,” thought he, gliding from the or a warmer feeling than that which now intoxicated room into the open streets again. “The means I have. him! Andeli, from you I will indeed have nothing to fear. I “Mine own Meta—my beautiful—my adored," crush that one, and the vine that has twined its tendrils whispered Andeli, drawing her small and snowy hand around it, falls too. Tremble thou, Andeli, for now within his own. “Your song is sweeter than when thou art doomed.”

you sang it in the golden past.” Plot on-plot on-dark man! Weave the web around “Why should it not be? It is sung to you—and the innocent, but be sure that thou art not thyself caught! saving you I have none to cling to in the wide world." Fiy swiftly on the wings of mighty mischief! Make “None-none! Your's may be a bitter fate, Meta." sure thy footsteps on the topmost crag of the precipice ; “Not while you are with me.” for if thou fallest, farewell ye laurels, and a long fare

“And have you never tired of me?” well ye myrtles !

“Ask the flower if it wearies of the light.”
“I am happy indeed."

“And I am doubly so.”

“But come, dearest, let's to yon shadowy banks and

enjoy the hour.” They met, all jonocence-and hope--and youth And all their words were thoughts,--their thoughts pure truth: marked. The sun was sinking in the west, and poured

And they sallied to the spot that Andeli had reEvery new day that pass'd, pass'd them the feeter, And hours though sweet, were chased by hours still sweeter :

its golden light along the tops of the tall and noble trees, Love had adopted them. The Garden of Florence. leaving the mossy turf beneath shadowy and pleasant.

“What a delightful evening is this !” said Andeli, A tale of thine, fair Italje !

" how calm-how lovely! There-there, by that light A tale of sorrows-for e'en on thy bright soil

you look younger than ever.” They had seated themGrief has its shadow, and care has its toil. L. E. L. selves on the fresh turf under the shadow of the old

trees. Before them was the little white cottage--the It was a lovely evening. On the velvet turf, and cottage of love. Ah! if those walls had tongues, how spangled with the dew of evening, lay the manifold sweet the tales they'd tell. Around them arose the Aowers of every hue and fragrance, with which the murmur of nature, sweeter than love's first whispered rich bottom lands of the Seine abound. The tall trees tones—the breath of leaves-the tinkling sigh of the were clad in summer's brightest foliage-among which sparkling waves—what music for the young lovers was the bland air stole

here! “Making sweet music while the young leaves danced ;"

“Meta,” said Andeli, drawing that slight and beau

tiful form nearer to him, “I remember that on such and those green, green leaves, were vocal with the an evening as this, some two months gone, you prohum of insects and the song of birds. Far, far away, mised me your history—1 fain would hear it now, opened one of the richest landscapes of that lovely sweetest.” clime, valley and plain, and woods and waters, bounded "Yes, Lucien, yes! it is right that you should hear it," by a faint, blue outline of numerous vine-clad hills, replied Meta, “and now, even on this lovely spot, and which lay in quiet relief against a most brilliant sky. by this softened light, I'll tell you. I will not dwell long, And that sky, that unrivalled, deep blue sky, was dear Lucien, upon such painful memories—my life is without a mist or color-save where in the far west it all sunshine now.” touched a bed of clear and limpid water and there it She looked sweetly up from the breast of her lover, was glowing with those purple and golden tints, which, on which she had cast herself, and thus began: reflected over that enchanted earth, add much to the

Mera's History. beauty and loveliness of a sweet summer evening. "I was born on the borders of Tuscany. You might

On such an evening Meta sat with Andeli in their have traversed all Italy for a more beautiful spot in cottage. The little fountain still threw up its sparkling vain. Nature seems to have enriched that region with waters, that fell in showers upon the rich and odorous the loveliest objects in her great store-house-bright, turf near the door of the cottage, and the bright stream green earth-perfumed air-transparent water-dreamstill swept through woods and vales, and groves, and like skies. wending gracefully around the home of the lovers--as “After a youth spent in travel and dissipation, my if it too desired to sweeten the moments of such pure father returned to his home, and married the daughter and hallowed loveswandered on to yield its tribute of of a noble house, whose lands adjoined his own. Some waters to the imperial Seine.

two years after their marriage they left their first resiHer lover sat at Meta's feet, and gazed up to that dence, and chose for their retreat the spot on the borsweet and child-like face, whose every feature seemed ders of Tuscany, where I was born. At my birth my yet breathing the song, which a voice marvellously mother died, and my father—who desired that the first clear and sweet, had just warbled to the accompani- of his children should be of his own sex, and enterment of a harp. Ah! those were happy, happy tained, from the moment that I saw the light, the most moments! They were both young-both the children bitter feelings for me—was plunged still deeper in his of the summer. And that fair, bright creature, how dislike by her death. Never after that event did he deeply, how fondly she loved-how breathlessly she wed another, but living in seclusion and privacy, strove hung on every tone of that voice! Never-oh, never! I to forget that world in which he had once mingled as one of its gayest and happiest citizens. There comes | leaves near me, I turned, and Sir Henry Montanters to some an old age of the heart, darker and more deso- stood before me. My first impulse was to fly, but it late than the real winter of a long life!

was impossible. "I pass over my childhood. I was educated by an “Meta, dear Meta,' he said, 'hear me for this once. old tutor at my home, which I scarcely ever left, but You have wronged me deeply. Why do you hatespent what should have been the happiest hours of why do you despise me? Again, I ask you to hear me: my existence, in idle study or endeavors to win that and if you can, against the wishes and prayers of your love from my father which he wrongly withheld from father, reject me again, do so.' me. All was in vain. Every effort that I made was “Sir Henry Montanvers,' I replied, “you have repulsed, and often, often have I, when I left him, retired stooped to actions beneath the dignity of any gentieto my own room, and lifted up my voice to Heaven to man. Do not force me to speak more freely to you. reconcile him to me to grant me his friendship, if not Why do you again proffer the hated suit that I have his love. Such are some of the memories that come more than once sworn never to accept ?' upon me as I turn to survey that childhood. I hasten “But you may change.' over them. At the urgent solicitation of the relatives « No, sir, never! I have said it ! of my father we removed to Florence. I was at that “ ' Proud girl, you shall be mine! he returned, with a time fifteen, and an heiress. The latter consideration smile of triumph, which I shall never forget You was enough of itself to attract the butterflies that swarm shall be mine, or you are both houseless beggars

. Your in that fair city. I was, however, cold to their homage, father's estates are mortgaged to me for debts conand heartily despised the common-place affections of tracted no matter how, before his marriage. To liquithose who aspired to my hand. It will seem strange date which debts he has pledged yourself

. Meta, I' that one in my isolated situation should be so indiffer- know that you despise me-you shall do so no more ent to the love of others. It was still stranger to mark with impunity-you shall be mine! the carelessness with which I received offers of mar. “ 'No more—no more, sir,' I replied. “Your words riage, and the cool indifference with which I rejected convince me how base and contemptible you are. I have them. It must be that my dark and desolate condition said that I would never wed you, and I now swear that caused me to throw aside the flowers that were strewed no circumstances will ever induce me to change that along my path, and dream of the roses of that elysium resolution. Out of my sight, sir.” of love in which I now repose! At length came one “'I go, haughty girl,' he said, 'I go, but what I have rich and noble—he poured forth his adoration-he fol- said shall be fufilled,' and he disappeared. I heard his lowed me wherever I went at the opera, in the retreating steps no more, ere I sought my own room, dance, and in the parlor, on every occasion, for months, Pale and breathless-stunned by the intelligence I had he proffered his suit. He too was rejected. On the received-overwhelmed by the meanness of my pre day that I rejected him, a note from my father, stating tended lover, and the baseness of my unnatural father, that he had watched my course and had disapproved I threw myself on the first seat I met. I had sat there of it-told me that I was the betrothed bride of Sir perhaps an hour when the door of my room was gently Henry Montanvers.”

opened, and a too well known manner told me that my “Sir Henry Montanvers !" echoed Lucien. father stood before me. I shall never forget the sterb

“You start-you shudder!" cried Meta. “You know ness of his countenance, when, for the first time since him-do you not ?"

our removal to Florence, he entered my chamber. He “Go on-go on, Meta.”

seated himself by my side, and spoke in tones of ten“I was the promised bride of one whom I had never derness that I had never before received from him. He seen and could not love. I struggled to break the urged me, as I valued my happiness and his feelings, to unhallowed pledge that my father had given, and I was forget the hatred which I entertained for Montanvers, laughed at. I threatened my own life rather than and accept his suit. He urged, but it was to a cold ear. leave the altar as his wife-he smiled, and told me to “"Father!' I said, “your request cannot be complied prepare to meet Montanvers. And I did prepare to meet with–I will not wed Sir Henry Montanvers.' him. I prepared to meet him as a legitimate daughter “ Then hear my commands!' were his words, spoof Italy should meet the man she hated. Lovely, ken in an agitated and passionate voice

. 'You have lovely Italy! And thou loveliest portion of Italy, beau- withered my hopes—you have blighted my prospectstiful Tuscany-ye gave me the glowing feelings--the you have been despised since your birth

. Our house restless imagination, and the ardent and fiery spirit

. has fallen-our home, mine no longer. I am an exile Fatal-fatal gifts! Montanvers came. I threw off all and you are the destroyer. May the fountain of your hypocrisy at once, and repulsed him. It would not do. life be tainted—may you wander alone, and despised He urged my father's vow. My hatred grew stronger, on the earth—may the rain which you have wrough, and in its greatest extremity i abhorred, and almost forever haunt you. I, your father, invoke this curse cursed that father. No, no! I could noi—I did not upon your head. Forget your relation to me and thus curse him. Although he had taken away hope and devote you to a life more terrible than death. Lease happiness—although he had crushed all my desires-me-leave me immediately and forever! I will not frustrated all my wishes, I still endeavored to look spare, and may I never more see you. Away-away!! beyond the clouds that surrounded me, and trace a “With that curse still quivering on his lips, I left him. calmer, perhaps a brighter scene for the future. I was I had dreamed of hope, and now my dream was broken. seated one evening in a bower in a distant part of our convinced of the deeply rooted hatred of my father, garden, musing upon the troubles under which I la- without considering of the future, I resolved to obey bis bored, when on hearing a slight rustling among the command never to see him more. At dusk, when no


one would be moving abroad, was the selected time to to fit. In a moment almost I was dressed in the garb put that resolution into execution. I was afraid that of the robbers. From the many arms that lay around Montanvers might observe, and frustrate my plan, and me I selected two pistols, fearing that I might be forced therefore chose that hour. Accordingly, when it came to use them, and being determined to escape, or at least I noiselessly left my room-descended the stairs—and never again enter that house. A rope ladder was near. was soon beyond the outer gate-standing alone in the Every thing favored my escape. I jumped into the silent streets of Florence. I had walked some distance window, flew down the ladder, and had approached in safety, when I heard a voice well calculated to ter within about twenty feet of the ground, and found that rify me-it was that of Montanvers.

I had reached the end of the ladder. Here I was at a «• Why, how now, my young rover; whither do you loss what to do--but resolved to escape, I consigned hurry at this hour? I'll be sworn there's some intrigue myself to the care of God, and let go my hold. I was on foot,' he said, as he approached me. I turned to for some moments stunned by the fall, but recovering, escape-it was too late. His attendants overtook me, looked around me. I had alighted on a gloomy and and were tearing aside my veil as he came up. rugged spot. A horse was loose near me I sprang

"'Ha! sweet fortune, at last you befriend me. with a single leap on his back. Hush, fellows! We have a rich prize. Away with “Seize her, my men! Seize her ! shouted a man, this girl to the cottage on the Appenines.' From that starting from a thicket of densely massed trees; and, in instant I heard no more.

another instant, I discovered four or five dark forms in

the back ground. I had scarcely time to breathe again “ How long I was unconscious I know not. When ere the men rushed up, but the horse saved me; for I awoke, I looked around. It was night, and the sur- becoming frightened, away he flew like the lightning. rounding objects were scarcely perceptible. I was in a ball—another and another whirled by me--but at the cottage of the Appenines,' as he had called it. It every leap my horse gained additional speed, and I was was an antiquated building, and rather dilapidated. soon beyond the further pursuit of the robbers. On, The room in which I had slept was covered with tapes-on, we flew. Suddenly the horse quivered and snorted, try, and the walls with shining arms and rude dresses. and again the faithful courser quivered dreadfully with An immense oak table, with some huge chairs, were its fast failing limbs and glassy eye. Again it sprang only furniture. A pine torch was burning on the fiercely onward--spurned the ground with conscious hearth, but it gave but little light, and as I was looking pride-staggered from exhaustion, and dropped down at it a gust of wind put it out. All was darkness. I arose dead. I was alone, and leaning over the once stately and went to the casement of the cottage. A glorious steed, when I heard the sound of approaching steps. I landscape was stretched out beneath me. The dark was certain that they were those of the pursuing roband tall Appenines threw up their sky.cleaving peaks bers. I was then on a peak of the Appenines--a deep on high, and ever and anon I could hear the rush of ravine was beneath me--this was my only chance of distant mountain streams sweeping through ravines escape. I had no one to sigh for me in this world, and and over precipices. There was something magical in death I thought preferable to a life of misery. The the sight that caused me for a time to forget my true footsteps came still nearer. I knelt down in that scene situation. I was thus gazing on that strange and ma- of solitude, and offered up a weak prayer--in that magjestic scene, when I heard a tread near me which nificent temple of worship, with the outstretched Appecaused my very blood to stand. It was Montanvers. nines as its altar--the surrounding firs its groups of

Meta,' he exclaimed, 'I have said you should be kneeling worshippers--the tall white cataracts, thunmine. Lo! you are. You have heard--who has not--dering from their deep and invisible depths, its mighty of Lovett, the terror of all Italy--the very recital of organs--the cry of eagles and strange wild birds--the whose daring exploits has so recently alarmed you. shriek of the jackall and fox--the roar of the fell avaBefore you stands that robber chief--around you behold lanche-its solemn choir-and all the stars of heaven his faithful band sleeping within their own fortress-its sacred and perpetual lamps. above you gaze upon his well-tried sentinels, the eter- “Nearer and nearer came the footsteps; and bidding nal Appenines.'

an eternal farewell to this beautiful spot of earth, en“These words--the place--the hour--the silence chanting Tuscany, I leaped forward! A dizzy recolaround--all conspired against me. I trembled before lection of chasms and ravines came over me-my brain the man whom I now despised.

spun around—my eyes closed. I fell. “Now,' said he, with his usual smile, ‘now thou art mine. What a companion thou wilt be to roam “A musical and thrilling voice awoke me. It yet with along those mountain sides. What an eye thou sounds in my enraptured ear! Amid the gloom of the hast--let it laugh on--it will encounter many a lovely wilderness a light broke forth! In the night a star sight. And that form—what a form to contemplate in had arisen ! I loved, I loved from the moment that I the clear waters of yon star-lit stream! Farewell--my awoke. Yes, my deliverer, my benefactor, from the bride-farewell ! I will return ere day shines over yon moment that I awoke, through joy and through sorrow mountain's peak.'

I have loved but thee, Andeli. It was my first-it “ Waiting for no answer, he passed on, closed the will be my last love. My history is told.” door and locked it. I was a prisoner in the robbers' She ceased, and Andeli then knew in his heart, if he haunt, with that impassable barrier, the Appenines, had ever doubted it before, that he was beloved. like evil omens between me and hope. But I did not Ah! ye young lovers, if your historian pauses for an despair. I have said that the walls were covered with instant on your past history, it is that he knows the rude dresses. Hastily I tried them oh, and found onel future has no bright fates in store for ye ! If he lin

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