acceptable in thy sight than the gloomy devotions of the self-righteous zealot, or the intemperate worship of the ensanguined fanatic? No, the beauty of thy holiness, the love, the mercy, which are among thy most divine attributes, silence at once the voice of such presumptuous reasoning; the song which, on the eve of his sabbath, the Greek sings in the gaiety of his heart, the sweet and social converse of the happy parents with their offspring, on this day of rest and rejoicing, are infinitely more pleasing to thee than the solitary prayer of the anchorite; who, secluded from the society of his fellow-men, deprives himself of the power of receiving pleasure, or of imparting it to others-but let us return to the amiable wife of Canziani, her hand locked in that of her husband, her head resting on his shoulder, she gazed with a mother's

pride on their blooming daughter, who sat at their feet with her two female attendants, Coraï and Vasilika. “Fifteen years have glided on," said Eudora, since I first pressed that dear child in my arms, and called myself a mother; Oh! blissful moment, indelibly written on the maternal heart! When, after the anguish of giving her birth, I, for the first time, gazed on her infant face, it was a moment of rapture! And it has been succeeded by years of uninterrupted happiness; nay, not quite uninterrupted," continued she, with a reproachful smile, "for thy absence, my Canziani, would always cloud my joy; but it was enhanced when, on thy return from thy voyage, I placed our sweet Reine in thy arms, and thou embracing her, wouldst dwell on her features as I loved to do, and mingle thy admiration with mine-and look on

her now, Canziani; it may be the fond partiality of a mother's eye, but is she not more lovely than aught in the world beside? and her susceptible heart, it is the abode of every gentle and tender sentiment. There is nothing I prize more in my child, than the seductive softness of her nature."

"Heaven grant,” cried Canziani, with a sigh, in which all the tender solicitude of a parent was poured forth, "Heaven grant, that the rude breath of adversity may never reach her; but, sometimes, when I look on her as I do now, Eudora, and read in every gesture that extreme sensibility of character, I tremble for the effects, whilst I admire the additional charm it imparts to her."

"But why should we harrow up our souls with anticipations so fraught with evil," rejoined Eudora, "what ill,

what danger can penetrate the safe. guard our watchful affection has planted round her; and I trust, fervently trust in God, my dear Canziani, that the happy destiny we have from her childhood had in perspective for her, will, in years to come, when we are nomore, secure to her a life of serenity and of pure domestic endearment, sweet as that we are at this moment enjoying."

Reine heard not a syllable of this converse, of which she had been exclusively the subject; the tear of sen-sibility was glistening in her eye, and her undivided attention was rivetted by the tones and the tale of pathos proceeding from a lute touched with no common skill, and accompanied by a melodious voice, at a little distance from the grove where she was seated; the minstrel was a young, Greek of.

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Chios, and the story told in his verse bore so strong a resemblance in its leading incidents to the classic tale of Iphigenia, that it excited the curiosity of a groupe of foreigners, possessing sufficient knowledge of the Romaic tongue, to trace the similitude; amidst these strangers there was one, whom it would have been impossible to have passed undistinguished amidst a thousand; he stood with his arms folded, and his dark eyes, brilliant with intellectual beauty, fixed earnestly on the ingenuous countenance of the young minstrel. Every movement of his fine form was replete with dignity-every varied expression of his features gave utterance to a volume of thought, and brought into notice innumerable graces; and, though his complexion was pale, excepting where on his cheek the ardent sun of the south had slightly bronzed