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He fled the town, and, lonely, pined awhile ;

But as he conn'd one day his doom of wo, A bright thought lit his face into a smile,

And, starting, he exclaim'd, “ It shall be so! No longer will I stay a single mile

From court, but, fearless, once more thither go: For it is only on Ferrara ground' That I incur the penalty, .if found.'»

So he resolved, in spite of the decree,

Again to visit the forbidden place, Believing that his presence could not be

But welcome, and agreeable to his grace :
He would, at least, go for himself and see.

So, with a lightsome heart and merry face,
He enter'd old Ferrara, full of mirth,
Perch'd high upon a cart of Paduan earth.

By this device he hoped to have evaded

The myrmidons and bloodhounds of the law. But, ah! he did not view the thing as they did,

Who stood not for entreaty or for flaw;
But pull'd him down, unpitied and unaided,

And cast him in a prison's ponderous maw;
Then rudely told him, for his consolation,
The axe and platform were in preparation.

A priest came shortly after to his cell,

To shrive his soul and give him absolution; And lower yet Gonello's spirits fell

When he beheld this reverend intrusion. But then the turret's melancholy bell

Gave out the signal of his execution ; And he was led forth to the public square, The cowl'd monk whispering at his side, "prepare !

The crowd is gather'd, and the accursed block

Stands thirsting for the awe-struck victim's blood. Whose neck, uncover'd, waits the impending shock

Which shall unseal the hot and crimson flood.
An interval succeeds, that seems to mock

The horror of the gasping multitude,
When, lo! the grinning minister of slaughter
On the bared throat dashes--a pail of water !

Shouts in the air and thunderous applauses !

“Long live the marquis, and Gonello long! Joy to the ransom'd, and to him who causes

Right only to assume the mask of wrong!" Hats toss'd on high fill up the joyous pauses,

And all is mirth amid the assembled throng, While boisterous Laughter, with successive peals, Treads close on Sorrow's swift-receding heels.

But soft!-the jestes—why does he remain

Motionless on the uncrimson'd platform still ! Has agonizing terror stunn'd his brain,

Or sudden gladness sent too fierce a thrill ? Faints he from rapture or excess of pain ?

His heart beats not-his brow is pale and chillLight from his eyes, heat from his limbs has filed Jesu Maria ! he is dead-is dead!

Alas, poor Yorick ! twas a cruel jest,

A tragic ending to thy life of fun, To be so driven, by a mock behest,

From the bright glances of the blessed sun,
To the dark chambers of the place of rest !

Trip'd up before thy natural course was run;
And finally extinguish'd by a hoax,
Made of the remnants of thy cast-off jokes!

Tis said the marquis was an alterd man,

And very sad and gloomy for a while; Losing all relish for the flowing can,

And frequenting the chapel's sombre aisle.
His countenance grew miserably wan,

And some aver he ne'er was seen to smile
After Gonello thus destroy'd his jest,
And play'd, himself, his last one and his best !

EPES SARGENT.

MATILDA TO KING JOHN.

I am not now the maid you saw me last, -
That favour soon is vanished and past :-
The rosie blush, once lapt in lilye vale,
Is now with morphew overgrown and pale!

DRAYTON

Go-go-thou 'rt like the bird and bee,

That only play their music when
Their wings are on the light wind free;

If once they cower

In nest or flower,
Their melody is silent then,

As thine is now to me!

Go-go-I've been the nest or flower

That stopp'd thee in thy tuneful flight ;-
But I'd not have thee droop one hour;

Again take wing ;

To hear thee sing,
Though not for me, will some delight

To this sad bosom bring!

Go-go—I caged thee, as I thought,

To be sole minstrel of my heart;
But, since the prisoner that I caught

Hath weary proved

Of her he loved,
Let him be free again to part,

And seek as he hath sought!

Yes-go-and if my memory

Should ever wail upon thine ear,
Send back its discord all to me!

I love thee so,

The slightest woe
Should never come thy fancy near.
Forgive-forget this tear!

J. A. WADE.

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“I SLEPT soundly that night, (continued his lordship), and the next morning, having equipped myself in my uniform, I endea. voured to obtain an interview with the beautiful Julia, who had taken such strong hold of all my mental faculties. I gave my guard the most solemn assurances that I would not attempt to escape if he would allow me to quit my room. I also presented him with a doubloon, and the request was complied with. But Susette was on the watch, and, as I passed along the gallery, she fell on her knees and clung to me with desperate energy, at the same time pouring out the most passionate exclamations of grief. Her swollen eyes and pale cheeks plainly evinced the manner in which she had passed the hours of the night, and the evidences of her agony were too palpable to excite the smallest suspicion of deception. I raised her up, talked to her, tried to sooth her mind, and endeavoured to rally her out of the attachment she professed to have for me, at the same time pointing out the utter in possibility of its meeting with a suitable return.

"You have deluded me, monsieur,' said she, as a fresh burst of anguish, mingled with resentment, convulsed her features, basely deluded me!'

“No, no, Susette,' I emphatically pronounced ; “you have deceived yourself. But come, come, do not be a simpleton, and indulge thus in useless regrets. I leave you to day, and perhaps we may never meet again.'

"You know but little of my heart if you can think so meanly of me, she quickly replied. Who is to visit you in prison if I do not? Who will attend to your necessities, and administer to your comforts, if I refrain? No, monsieur; though you have betrayed me in your lighter mirth,—though you love me not, yet it shall never be said that my affections—the affections of the lowly Susette-withered beneath the blast of your adversity.'

• There was a heroic fervour in the poor girl's manner that powerfully interested me, and pleaded strongly in her favour.

But, Susette,' said I, in a tone of reasoning, they will not allow you to enter the gaol ; and if they would, 1 ought not, under all circumstances, to give my sanction to it. No, no, Susette, you must not run any risk for me. It will not be long before I shall be exchanged or at liberty.' The thought rushed upon my mind that, being deprived of my parole, I could make use of her assistance to ef. fect my escape: but the remembrance of Julia banished the idea. You may, however, materially serve me, Susette,' said I.

How l-in what? inquired she, eagerly catching hold of my

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arm, and gazing in my face, whilst her looks manifested the keenest desire to comply with my wishes. • Ask my life, and it is yours !

“May I confide in you, Susette?' I solemnly asked ; 'will you not betray me ?-will not jealousy-revenge

“Ha!' uttered the sorrowing girl as she drew a convulsive respira. tion, jealousy !-revenge? Is it even so ? Am I scorned, contemned, loathed, abandoned for another? Yet what am I, that I should aspire to happiness? An outcast thrown upon the world as the receptacle for its contempt!'

"Susette,' remonstrated I, “why should you imagine such unac. countable things? But I see you will not be my friend, and therefore we will part.'

"I would be more than your friend,' returned she with energy, I would be your devoted worshipper, your abject slave. What is there in Susette's power that she would not readily undertake to prove her love. You may, you must confide in me.

I will perish rather than betray you—I will die with your name upon my lips !' and she burst into tears.

“Time was getting very precious to me- -I had no other chance of gaining access to Julia; and, observing that Susette was more placid, I said, “Well, then, I will put trust in you; and, though the task may be painful, yet I am certain you will not shrink-Ma'm'selle Ju. lia

Ha!' shrieked the unhappy girl, as she drew herself rigidly up, and her countenance assumed a livid whiteness. She pressed her hands upon her forehead, and her look was wild despair—the next instant she darted upon me like an adder from its coil—a poniard gleamed for a moment in the air—it descended erringly and harmlessly, and Susette fell prostrate without animation or sensibility on the floor. The shriek and the noise alarmed several of the house. hold, and both Monsieur Leffler and his daughter hastened to the spot. I endeavoured to make it appear that I had been drawn thither by a similar impulse; but Julia looked incredulous, and the poor girl was carried away to her own apartment. Leffler, with the politesse of his nation, could do no other than introduce me to the beautiful girl before me; and, as accident had thus brought us together, I endeavoured to improve the opportunity by conversation. I could see that my voice was familiar to her ear, by the sudden starts which she gave when I addressed her, and the abrupt earnestness with which she frequently gazed on my features. There was a resto lessness in her mind which could not, however, dispel the clouds of mystery that hung around her remembrances. The voice was that of Henri

, but the person was that of the English prisoner. We breakfasted together, and Leffler seemed to be really grieved at the prospect of my leaving him, though I certainly did not give him much credit for sincerity ; but Julia warmly expressed her regret, and importuned her father to use his endeavours to avert it. He shrugged up his shoulders, shook his head, and then slowly whis. pered,

• Monsieur is too generous to expect me to sacrifice all I am worth, perhaps my very life, to entreat so small a service, and which no doubt would at once be promptly refused.'

I readily acquiesced in his views, and spoke lightly of their

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apprehensions, expressing a conviction that my incarceration would not be of long duration, as the interval of aberration of intellect, when proved by the medical men, must cxonerate me. My guard reminded me that the hour for departure had arrived; but l entreated a little longer delay, which was purchased by another piece of gold. The conversation turned upon the events of the preceding day, and whilst Julia was speaking in high terms of her defender, Monsieur Leffler was called out on business, and we were left alone.

" • Your defender, Miss Leffler, has been captured" said I. came here early this morning to seek you, and fell into the hands of his enemies.'

“ • Pauvre Henri !' uttered Julia in great agitation, as the tears rushed to her eyes ; ' he deserved a better fatc.

“ • And can one so surpassingly lovely,' said I, with something like reproach in my manner, can one so beautiful as Miss Leffler bestow her affections on a negro

?' " • Your question is most unmanly and insulting, sir,' uttered she in anger, whilst her dear little heart was ready to burst with grief and vexation. She rose from her seat to quit the room; but the only passage was close by my side, and as she had essayed to go by, I held up the token.

• Do ladies present rings,' said I,. without attaching any meaning to the gift? You will pardon me, Miss Leffler, for being thus abrupt, but the moments are precious.' She eyed the token with evident astonishment, then sank in a chair by my side. friend entreated me to place this bauble in your sight, and your pledge was given to try and save him. He also made me acquainted with his claims

• His claims ? repeated Julia in an inquiring tone of contempt and surprise. • Pray, what claims, sir, did he wige ?

He is a negro, sir,-kind, brave, and generous, it is true, ay, even to shame many a whiter skin ; but he has no claim except upon my gratitude, and that will prompt me to struggle for his rescue. You, I am sure, will not despise a gallant and intrepid spirit because it may be covered by a dark skin.

• You have rightly judged me, lady,' rejoined I emphatically ; ' and though I would not have you love - Her eye flashed with im. patience.

• It is folly, sheer folly, to cherish such a preposterous thought,' said she, “and I must insist that my ears are not again outraged by so hor rible an idea. Yet, sir, that man twice saved me from destruction-he snatched me from a dreadful fate—he has—in short, he merits all my best exertions in his behalf; and I must also demand your assistance in my endeavours to obtain his freedom.'

• Oh that I were the happy man!' exclaimed I in a tone of tenderness that made Julia start, and fix her eyes steadily npon me. Had I been your deliverer, lady, could you—' I lowered my voice to deep pathos— would you have loved me?'

• That is a prompt question, monsieur,' returned she, smiling through the gloom of sorrow that hung upon her brow: “perhaps Susette could best afford you a reply,' and she rose to depart.

• Stay-one moment stay, Miss Leffler,' said I, as I caught her hand with ardour. Susette is no more to me than Henri is to you.' She gently tried to disengage herself. • Nay, nay,' continued I, .my

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