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more radiant, and seemed to proceed from the opposite voice with increased vehemence. A triumphant laugh wall, although there was nothing there, nor in any part of followed, then a loud voice, seemingly starting from the the room, to give a solution to its mysterious appearance. midst of the terrified group, repeated in exulting accents, Some dark object it at first dimly revealed, writhing on " Lost-lost-for I am come !" the ground, but gradually lighted it better, until, with With one loud yell, the ruffians now fled ; even tho sickening eyes, the Germans perceived it to be the figure half-distracted Mary, uttering scream upon scream, rose of a mag, deadly pale, with faco, hair, and garments, from the floor, and with the blind haste of the hunted elotted with blood, who, apparently with great effort, rose doo, followed the others through the dark room beyond ; to a sitting postare, glared wildly round, and putting out and the mingled noise of the hurried tramp of men's feet the right hand, from which a finger seemed but just and the shrioks of Mary, after sounding loud in the galsevered, motioned as though he would repulse the savage lery, died away in a confused noise, and finally subsided beings, who, with Mary at their head, had rushed over altogether into complete silence. Some time elapsed, the threshold, but now stood, rooted with amazement, during which the bewildered steward and bookseller durst garing en in silent stupefaction.

not so much as move a muscle, and scarcely draw ** Approach not, murderers," said a deep, hollow voice, their breath. A slow, stealthy step was now heard, as if proceeding from the ghastly object before them; "you proceeding from an adjacent apartment - a door was have already wrought your worst upon me, and mortal cautiously pushed back-the step came nearer, and tho fear I may no longer know;-but I come to warn—to old man was on the point of roaring lustily for help, when panish.-Kneel and repent, for the hour of your destruc- a hand, wandering in uncertainty along the wall, encountion is at hand. The avenger of blood is behind you.-tered his arm and grasped it firmly. “It is you," whisAgain, I say, though you murdered me, I would fain save pered the Italian, " is it not ?": your souls. ---Repent! repent!"

“Sancta Maria !" exclaimed the steward, in scarce The sounds expired in a sort of death-rattle within the audible accents, "are you still alive? Well, I scarcely throat of the bleeding figure, which having crawled to the know if I am so.-Es spuckt." wall, seemed to vanish through it.

“ If you and your friend do not quickly colleot your * Repent; for the angel of Mary calls you. Mary, you senses," said the stranger, “ you will not be alive longonce implored him," spoke a voice as clear as a silver bell. that's all, rouse yourselves, and to horse while we A strain of music of surpassing sweetness seemed now may." wasted from above, and floated through the apartment in The bookseller had by this time orept out of his own solemn, thirilling chords, whose strange, harrowing melan- hiding place, and joined the cautious whisperers. Ho choly was almost too painful for pleasure. Sure never could scarcely be said to be possessed of life, if life should had mortal ears drank in such sounds as those. No human mean aught else but the power of motion. The steward touch was that. Mary—who had not been able to restrain mastered his emotions better. The Italian took the portber screams on first seeing the accusing phantom, and manteau from the trembling hand of the young German, whose terror had gradually augmented to such a degree, who was staggering under its weight, and urging his comthat her husband, in spite of his own consternation, had panions forward with rapid, though noiseless steps, passed in pity put his arm around her--now dropped from his with them through the outer chamber. When they bold to the floor, where she lay prostrate, giving no other emerged into the silent gallery, the gusts of wind were sign of life but the sobs that ever and anon convulsed her just driving a thick cloud from the face of the moon, frame. Her companions were themselves now so power that shone for a moment in her pale splendour, showing faly agitated, that they no longer noticed her. Indeed, distinctly the deserted court-yard and the door of the they formed a frightful group to behold; their stalwart, stables, which seemed unwatched. The storm was at its half-clad frames, swarthy visages, with eyes starting out height ; the wind howled through the distant trees of the of their heads with fear and wonder; their wild counte- surrounding forest, like angry and chafed spirits of the bances, rendered wilder with terror; their relaxed muscles air ; the thunder rolled occasionally in loud, prolonged suffering the instruments of meditated crime to fall harm- peals, reverberating awfully through the silence; and less, and for once unstained by blood, from their nerveloss more sad still was the sound of the many unfastered hands. So absorbed were they that the repeated ejacula- doors on the gallery, as they swung heavily on their tions of the two friends fell unnoticed on their ears. hinges, the lightning casting, ever and anon, a lurid glare

But the mysterious strain had passed away. The light into the deserted chambers, of which each might be supon the opposite wall grew fainter and fainter, until it posed to have been the scene of what the imagination nearly disappeared ; when suddenly playing with renewed dared not dwell upon. brilliancy much higher up, almost reaching, or rather A slight shudder passed over the frame of the travellers. seeming to burst from, the ceiling, it gradually formed a Even the Italian was not free from it; but with him such still more dazzling focus, although less extensive than be- sensations were but momentary. They had at a glanco fore, from which a man's hand, armed with a dagger, encompassed and felt what it takes us longer to describe. became distinctly visible ; whilst a deep, full, brassy “ Had I not better try if we can reach the stables in voice exclaimed in loud angry tones

safety?" asked the stranger in low accents. * The time allotted for repentance is rapidly passing “Wherever you go, I follow," said the steward, clingaway, and you shall all be mine ! mine! I am the Angel ing to him; whilst the bookseller, instead of speaking his of Rovengo-and you-Hark! your hour is past !" intention, grasped his other arm tighter. But their fears

The large house clock struck one with a harsh sound were groundless. Staircase, passage, and yard, were that grated on every ear, aud caused each heart to palpi-alike deserted, and the fugitives reached the stables untate ; " Now, I am coming and you are lost''--said the hindered and unobserved.

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The horses were soon found, saddled, and mounted;| trees gradually gave way to low forze; and, above this, there were no others along with them, which greatly com- they soon saw rising, not the miserable huts of a poor forted the travellers. The only, and apparently insur- village, but the neat, white-washed houses of a comfortmountable, difficulty yet remaining was, the notice the able little market town. clatter of the horses' hoofs must naturally attract to their The dogs were the only beings awake or stirring in the movements. But the risk was not to be avoided. The place, and the travellers' pale, haggard countenances, and Italian bade them suffer him to take the lead, and follow dripping clothes, met no prying eyes. They all three as slowly, and cautiously, as they could. Luckily, the paused, moved by the same impulse, before the pretty yard was not paved, and the sod was softened by the tor- little church, whose gilded cross had just caught the first rents of rain which had fallen in the course of that night. ray of the rising sun; and, dismounting, knelt in pious The Italian's keen eye soon discovered the road from the humility on the wet stone steps, leading to the principal stables into the open country; and the moment they door, of course yet closed at that early hour. In long, cleared the outer buildings, they made for the next forest though silent, thanksgivings, did each pour out his gratiat full gallop. For one instant, a fresh terror froze the tude to the Almighty, for the extraordinary mercies of blood of the Germans in their veins: the Italian, who had that night. taken the start of them, suddenly turned his horse's head, So absorbed were they in their effusions, that they felt and rode back to within a few feet of the front of the neither the cold of the damp stones, nor the small searchhouse which was now in full view. Although prudence ing rain, that now, as if to completo, on their devoted should havo urged them on, yet, paralysed by fear, they persons, the effects of the night's drenching, seemed willstood still, gazing after him, until they beheld him huiry. ing to pierce their very bones. It was the unclosing of a ing back in great haste.

few shutters that first roused them, when remounting, “On, on!” he said, as soon as he was near enough to but evidently mechanically, the Germans turned to the be heard by them without making too loud a call. " Put Italian, as if to inquire what was next to be done. Until forth your utmost speed. I think we are saved." then they had merely exchanged occasionally some broken

For a good half hour they galloped on at the utmost sentences, but had scarcely dared to listen to the sounds speed of their horses, and cleared a considerable space of of their own voices. the forest; but the jaded animals could no longer proceed First of all,” said the Italian, " we must to the Amtat such a rate, and flagged every moment more and more. mann (Mayor of the place), and make our depositions. The unusual exertion of the previous day, which had been Perhaps the robbers may not yet have escaped." a very fatiguing one, together with their imperfect rest, His two companions suffered him to lead them like had not sufficiently recruited their strength for such a children, and after some difficulty, for which the early night expedition. Though the storm had abated in its hour accounted, they at last found, and what was still violence, and the thunder had ceased, the rain poured moro fortunate, succeeded in awaking the Amtmann. He down in torrents; the night was black as ink; and the immediately recognised the Italian, who cut short his kind forest spread on all sides with its waving, dark masses, greetings by the recital of the last nights adventures, bet like an endless ocean of firs. None of the party know he was interrupted in his turn by the loud and united whither they were riding; it was scarcely possible, in the clamour of his companions who, seemingly as anxious to increasing darkness, to distinguish the undulations of the take the lead on this occasion as they formerly had been road; and the risk of being dashed against a tree was

to keep in the back ground, strove each to cry down the every moment more imminent. Each recommended him- | other by dint of the strength of lungs, and rapidity of self aloud, and in his own language, to his patron Saint. enunciation, with which it had pleased nature to gift them. Still they rode on; but every now and then they fancied Here, however, the steward had docidedly the advantage : they heard the tramp of pursuing horses and shouting he clearly beat the bookseller off the field, and eagerly, voices behind them, as the wind howled through the long not to say somewhat incoherently, did he detail to the avenues of the older trees, and the more fragile ones magistrate all the horrors they had gone through; the moaned almost with the sound of human complaint to the bookseller contenting himself, now and then, with con sweeping blast. The rain, too, and its deceptive patter- firming the steward's words by some ejaculation or exing, added to the terrors of that night. They rode on clamation of assent, with all the emphasis with which a as in a dream, unconscious of the difficulties they over- Greek chorus bears out the hero in his tale of tragie won came—of what their path led to their hearts beating der; whilst the Italian, with folded arms, quietly waited audibly, and all their senses concentrated in that of the moment when their breath should fairly fail them. hearing.

And thus did the Amtmann become duly informed of the It were useless to say how often they stood stil, and visible interposition of the saints in behalf of the travellers, listened to the sounds of the abating storm, conceiving in very extraordinary dangersnay of a palpable miracle the murderers at hand—mistaking the rage of the ele- having been, at their devout intercession, granted them ments for that of man; but, in what words express the in their hour of need. Something more the mayor manameless joy that thrilled through every breast, when the naged to collect from their disjointed and confused account, first grey dawn showed them the waving outlines of the about an inn, a forest, and a few ghosts, but nothing that forest more distinctly, and when they first conceived the he could either comprehend or make sense of. llis puhope, from the fair open road they found themselves apon, tience totally exhausted, he now turned to the stranger, of being on their way to some large village; nor were they who evidently was none-such for him, and said "Dear mistaken. Soon after the light on the horizon grew Signor, in the name of Heaven, what is all this about? clearer, the distant baying of house-dogs sounded gladly You must have turned these poor people's heads by some in their cars, like a welcome again to life. The high of your singular performances, to which, after all, you

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these branches of art and science were, if not altogether "Nay, the affair is more serious than you take it to be, unknown, at least not spread among the people ; and the my good master Amtmann;" and he begged the magis- unheard-of success Cagliostro's tricks obtained, in circles trate to allow him a private interview. When they the most distinguished in intelligence as well as rank, came out of the adjoining room to which they had re- form an ample apology for the simple astonishment and tired, the Amtmann, with a grave countenance, put to awe with which the first attempts of the kind were everythe Germans several questions, bearing reference to where received, even among the educated. We find, also, the less poetical part of their narrative ; and having that they who first made the publie familiar with those arts listened attentively to their replies, he begged them and deceptions--the secret of which, in past ages, had been and the Italian to remain in the town : until he confined to the privileged few, and accordingly made an should be able to collect their further depositions ; 60 abuse of—met with favour and respect, and were encouraged long, in short, as might be necessary to the ends of justice. in every possible manner by the great, with whom it was He then explained, in a few brief but emphatic words, their luek to come in contact. The harmonica itself, now a how much the travellers were indebted to their com- toy in almost every boy's hand, was then but a recent panion for their escape from the perils of the night. He discovery, whose effcots, together with other complicated had long known, he said, Signor Thomassini, and often and well-adapted means, were likely to impress with the admired his wondrous display of talents, in his occasional idea of the supernatural, 110t only the uncultured minds visits to the neighbouring great towns ; but never could of boors, but even those of men who, like the stoward bare anticipated that, what he considered to be the and bookseller, without being scientific, were by no means triumph of jugglery, should prove avnilable for such noble uncultivated. It took very long, and requirod no small purposes as the Signor had shown they could be turned patience, to make them comprahend the real naturo of

the mystery by which they had so largely benefited, and Why,” answered the Italian, "chance, or rather the the extent of their obligations to the Italian. mercy of God," piously crossing himself, " permittod cir- The surprise of the Germans was boundless ; and when cumstances to be altogether in my favour. Besides the they at last "comprehended the whole, they were elaadvantage of having all my paraphernalia about me, such morous in their gratitude. Tho magistrate now begged as mas far-famed harmonica, my mirrors of reflexion, and them to adjourn to the neighbouring inn, that he might sundry other conveniences for my phantasmagorical delu- busy himself in collecting what people he could, if possigns, which I meant to display in every small town on sible to surprise the robbers in their den;" though I my road-having taken nothing with me but what I could doubt," said he, as his visiters took their leave; "they make use of without the aid of my partner--the rooms will already have taken wing." Tere well adapted for the execution of the design I imme- The friends removed, accordingly, to the Golden diately formed on perceiving our danger. Over ench Dragon, leaving the Amtmann to take his own measures. door there was a small opening, or casement, probably Nearly the whole of the morning was taken up with reprovided by the robbers for their own purposes. Indeed, of lating over and over again all that had occurred; for not holes anderevices in the walls there was no lack. Everything only had they to satisfy the curiosity of the host and marvellously seconded the plan I had in viow to play on hostess, but also that of a very numerous assemblage of the credulity of ignorance, and the superstitious terrors of townspeople, collected together expressly to see and speak guilt ; for I have often had occasion to observe how with them, the rumour of their tale having flown through powerfully my art acts upon gross and untaught minds. I the place like wildfire, and excited in every breast a did not, as the result has proved, over-estimate my feverish curiosity. means."

The streets were filled with groups of idle talkers, ges"" And the heavenly music ?" said the steward, lost in ticulating and recounting in every possible key, and with amazement.

every possible variation, the tale of horror. Now, in"Was my harraonica,” replied the Signor, smiling. deed, could they account for the frequency, and the ex

“But still the many different voices, from as many traordinary nature, of the crimes which had of lato years different parts of the room ?” exclaimed the bookseller, happened in their neighbourhood; and whose perpetrators still dubiously,

had, by successfully baffling the efforts of Government “Signor Thomassini," answered the magistrate, “is for their discovery and apprehension, excited a mystea renowned ventriloquist.”

rious awe in all the country round. Now, the solution "And the murdered man ?” again asked the inquisitive seemed plain enough ; and the wonder was, how it could bookseller.

have escaped their minds for such a length of time. The "Was one of my favourite ghosts ; all of which, should Stiebers were so very bad ; all their farm-boys were the I be fortunate enough to recover them, I intend to exhibit most complete scamps in the district ;—for what reason in this good town before I depart from it," answered should they have kept so many men to work ground Thomassini.

which could yield no crops ?-Why, it was as clear as the Although these few words of explanation at once made nose on the face--a child might have hit it :-how could the mysteries of the previous night clear to the Amtmann, Mary have afforded her silk dresses and Sunday finery, not so with Signor Thomassini's new friends. To account and Stieber and his men the money they squandered in satisfactorily for an obtuseness of comprehension, which liquor and the Kegeln? Government must have been to the modern reader may seem to border on the crudest blind indeed ! ignorance, we must remind him that, in the days we speak The popular agitation continued increasing as time of, when Robertson and Olivier had not yet exhibited the wore on, and the party of soldiers gathered from the FOL. XIV,-0. CLVIII.

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neighbouring barracks, and the country people armed to such iniquitios. Even the old steward himself, who with pitchforks, whom the authorities had collected in all had once taken so fatherly an interest in Mary, and the haste to march against the devoted inn, returned not. Italian, who regretted having literally killed her, could Hour passed after hour, and no tidings of their success not but rejoice in her having met with her deserts, when were heard ; at last, when the sun was on the wane, the they learned how upon leaving the post-house where the more curious of tho gazors perceived in the distance a steward had first known her, Peter Stieber having taken compact, dark mass, moving slowly forward on the high to the woods and his knife for a livelihood, the young road. Their hopes were soon confirmed-it was their girl, availing herself of her charms to decoy unwary trafriends returning

vellers into the latter's bloody hands, had occasioned the When warned of this circumstance, and that most of the disappearance of so many foolish youths, whom her situabrigands were taken, Peter Stieber among the rest, by a tion enabled her to rob at her leisure, once she had made feeling they could scarcely account for, the heroes of the sure of their never returning to claim their own. With night's adventure, mounted to a private chamber, with the funds this traffic had enabled them to collect, the the intention of profiting by the window that overlooked treacherous pair had set up the solitary inn, where so the main street, through which the prisoners must pass. many more unfortunate travellers had seen their earthly It might be, that an innate feeling of terror induced them pilgrimage brought to an untiinely close. Peter Stieber, to avoid meeting face to face those objects which, the according to the prevailing custom of that time, ended evening before, had struck them with so much awe, or, his days on the wheel, the fate always allotted to the perhaps, a disinclination to triumph over the wretches leader of a gang; the others were executed by the headswhom they had been the means of bringing to justice.

Carefully peeping through the close-drawn curtains, To his no small satisfaction, the Italian recovered all they saw the returning party pass slowly through the his goods which he had well nigh given up for lost; but, street, leading the prisoners, strongly bound and guarded, for some hidden reason, he did not feel in the humour to so that escape was impossible. They were generally of a make his accustomed use of them. He received, howmost repulsive aspect, and answered the shouts and triever, not only the warmest expressions of thanks and graumphant clamours of the populace, who for the most part titude, on the part of his travelling companions, but likecalled upon them by name, with looks of impotent rage. wise as generous proofs of their sense of obligation as their Peter Stieber alone seemed an altered man; the sulky limited finances permitted. Moreover, the most flattering savage expression his features usually bore had given way marks of approbation from the authorities were accorded to one of utter despair; he seemed not to hear, see, or be him for his spirited conduct, which, together with many in any manner conscious of surrounding objects. His private donations from unknown hands, enabled him to eyes were immoveably fixed on a shutter borne by four | leave the town a much richer man than he had entered it. peasants, on which lay stretched a ghastly female corpse Here the young bookseller separated from his companions, it was Mary.

promising to write to Signor Thomassini of his safe arrival, “Good Heaven!” exclaimed the Italian, clasping his the very day the event should take place ; and the steward hands together, his cheek growing very pale, “I thought and juggler continued their road together, to the little she had merely fainted.”

capital, to which they had originally both been journeying. “What do you mean?” inquired with a subdued ac- They were sadder and graver than when they first met, cent the trembling bookseller, whose heart sickened at and were heartily glad when they reached their place of the sight.

destination. Most anxiously had they been expected. Why last night,” continued the Italian, in a hurried The Count of Rantzau, alarmed by confused and exagmanner, “when I rode back within view of the public gerated rumours, had given up his money and his faithful room to see if there were any danger of immediate pur- servant for lost; and the countryman and partner of suit, in order to take my measures accordingly, I saw this Signor Thomassini was probably even more distressed for the woman lying on the table, her husband wildly gesticu- sake of his friend than the Count for both his losses, howlating over her, and the other men looking on so absorbed erer serious they might have proved in their consequences. and immoveable that I imagined we should yet have time Great was the joy with which the travellers were greeted to gain a start. But this I had not anticipated. Indeed, by those they sought; and the Count presented the Italian I had meant to save, but not to punish.”

with a most munificent remuneration, which, as it was Tears glistened in the eyes of the old steward. “Poor perfectly unexpected, and most graciously proffered, gave pretty Mary!” he exclaimed; "giddiness paved thy way heartfelt pleasure to the receiver. He took the foreigners to sin and crime, and these have met their reward.” under his own immediate patronage, and need we say how

“What a warning should this be to girls of that class,” brilliantly their exhibitions were attended? The story said the bookseller, as he slowly turned away from the was soon spread over the capital; the Prince himself, and casement, for there was nothing more to be seen. many others of high rank, showed the utmost favour to

The criminals were shortly after conducted to a town Signor Thomassini, who afterwards declared he never in of more importance, whither the friends were compelled to his life had made such a golden harvest. But what he follow them, although most unwillingly, to enact the painful most prided himself upon was the letters he received from part of witnesses on their trial. But when the multifa- the sharers in his perils and their families. Their thanks, rious crimes, of which all, especially Peter Stieber and which he declared he did not feel he deserved, were in his his wife, had been guilty, were brought clearly home to eyes the greatest triumph his favourite art ever obtained. them, and confirmed by the villains' own confessions, they Time has rolled on, and wrought, as it still does, even considered themselves as chosen instruments of justice, in its most minute fractions, never-ceasing changes. The and fortunate in having been the means of putting an end little market town has risen to the dignity of a manufacturing city of much importance; the oceans of wood and be welcomed on that very threshold by a pale, sickly. forest have gradually given way to the fast-increasing de- looking creature, whose wan face will inspire pity but no velopment of agriculture in Germany, and there remains terror-cross that gallery, and sleep in one of those very of them but wbat is indispensable to the variety and beauty rooms, in the very corner, perhaps, where, years ago, a of the scenery. The lonely inn is still an inn; but as miserable victim groaned in his last agony-carelessly neat, as comfortable a one, as may be maet with in any of neglect to bolt those doors, whose revolving creak onoo the minor villages. It now, under the appellation of jarred in the ear of the helpless traveller like a death knell. the Golden Stork, (how it got this name I never could Then, if what the philosophers of old did say be in any discover) is one of the most important houses of a rich, I way founded on truth--that the air, and places desecrated thriving village, and affords, as I have myself experienced, by crime be haunted with visions of horror--we will take very tolerable accommodation. Start not, gentle reader - leave of you, hoping that your dreams, when resting, sweet lady, grow not pale,when I hint at the great pro- unconscious of the forgotten past, at the Golden Stork, bability of your having, at some time or other, when on may not be disturbed by any reminiscences of " pretty your continental tour, slept in that very house ; nay, as Mary." it stands on a most frequented route, you may do so again

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LINES ON SEEING À PAINTING OF AN ANCIENT GRECIAN GARDEN.

BY MRS. CHARLES TINSLEY,

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A voice from thee, thou land of drcams,

O Greece, a voice from thee,
Borne o'er the trackless wastes of old,

Comes booming mournfully :
Of thy pride, thy power, thy glory,

Thou hast spoken through the past ;
Thou speakest here of thy ruined homes,

And thy broken hearts, at last.
Thou hast thrown aside thy splendour,

Thou hast dotfed thy casque and plume,
And we hail thee, “Greece the mortal,"

In this garden's wasted bloom;
We behold thy children playing

Mid the sunshine and the flowers,
And feel thy homes were the nestling nooks

Of holiest love, like ours.
We have seen thy schools and altars,

And thy trophies proud, of war ;
But this record of thy earliest days

Is to us more touching far:
Thou too hadst hearths and homesteads

To guard from slavery's thrall,-
Were thy household gods, in the battle-field,

The mightiest gods of all ?
What shapes of gorgeous loveliness

Start up by fount and tree,
As fancy calls back all the past,

Whilst gazing here on thee,

Thou mute memorial of the days

Time ne'er may sec again,
And of the beauty and the love

That hallowed them in vain!
O thou grave-like, ancient garden-

With thy slopes that mock the sun,
With thy statues sunk and broken,

With thy paths by weed o’errun,
With thy viewless wilds of laurel,

With thy vases, moss o'ergrown,
Thy despoiled and waveless fountains

'Thou art left-alone, alone!
Far before thee sweep the wild waves

Of a solitary sea,
That shall never more bear homeward bark,

With its freight of joy, to thee :
From the grey tops of the mountains

Fall the twilight shadows down,
Where thou picturest well thy ruined land,

In the night of its renown!
There are hearts, too, might find pictured

Their own weary fate in thine
The trodden flowers, and the clinging weed,

By the wrecks of many a shrine ;
And the dried-up founts, and the silence,

And the shadows cold and lone--
0! for the land where earth's glory

And blight, are alike unknown!

“ TRUTH IS AT THE BOTTOM OF A WELL."
Hip in shell, deep in a well,

Ile strayed near the well one summer day,
Lay Truth.

But he saw not the shell, for his visit was brief,
This known, one day a smiling youth

llaving, he said, no time to throw
Thought he would like awhile to dwell

Away in a plunge and its hcalthy glow.
Neath the waters clear,
Truth's voice to hear.

Years onward pass’d. By the well, at last,

There stood
Splashing and dashing, in he went -
But he could not bear

A tottering form, in the solitude
The first chill feelings that cold bath sent

Of a winter's morn, while the snow fell fast,

White as his hair;
Over his delicate skin so fair;

And, stooping there,
And, not having heard of Mr. Lane,

With a long and yearning gaze looked on
Or Malvern, 1 ween, came out again.

The hallow'd spring.
After a time, a man in his prime

Alas! from his eye the light was gone, —
Came there.

While seemed to sing
Much had be seen of this world's care,

The cold breeze near,
And much of pleasure's sunny climo

In accents drear,
Had lost and won,

“By the old well no longer wait;
And had just begun

Old man, ye are a life too late!".
To * take care of the pence''(in a moral way)

Emma B
To turn a new leaf.

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