When first her eye look'd love and loveliness.
Succeeding years bestow'd their tribute graces,
And with each grace, it seem'd, increasing fondness;
Till radiant womanhood had made her perfect.
Well then, I snatch'd the prize, and with a soul
Tumultuous in its passionate gratitude

Fell down and shudder'd my wild thanks to Heaven?
Fool, fool and villain! She was won-
-what more
Could such an idiot wish for? I forsook her,
Forgot at once her tenderness and tears,
And married with another. O, good youth,
Teach me some dying message to this maid
Of fitting sorrow and reviving love;
For I am bow'd with humbleness, and have
No power to instruct thee.

Ann.

Shall I say

She will not trust thee.

Thou hast resumed thy faith?

Eus.

Say, if thou canst, whate'er a dying man

Can feel when those he cherish'd have proved false,

Those he deserted true.

Ann.

Thy Annabelle

Believes and is most blest! now we will go

In triumph to our bridal's crimson altar,
And with commingling spirits gaze upon
Our nuptial moon in Paradise.

Ger.

'Tis true;

This faithful maid is come to die with thee.

Eus. Hold, let me breathe-my Annabelle? to

die?

To die with me? O, pity me,

ye

heavens !

Ann. It is in vain; thou canst not leave me now. Yon grave tribunal, gentler than Eustache,

Did hear my prayers, and framed a crime for me
Which I confess'd, more gladly than my love
When first you ask'd it (to Gerault). Take my
latest thanks.

At morn seek out the youthful Marguerite,
And tell my story, with this fond addition:
I left no dearer friend than her and thee.
Thy hand, most dear Eustache.

Eus.

Ye vengeful powers,

Requite my guilt less terribly! 'Tis just

I suffer, but is death too little? Must I
Know the last eye that would have wept my fall
Closes untimely with my own? The voice—
The only voice that had excused thy wrongs,
And smoothed my name, can utter no lament?
O, mercy, mercy! let not one so soft

Inflict a pang so deadly.

Ann.

Thou 'lt forgive me.

My heart betray'd, or I had died with thee

An unknown partner.

Eus.

Mercy! yet, no mercy!

O, that white brow, and those sweet raven braids,

Which have reposed upon my heart so oftA moment hence, and where will they repose? Where, where that delicate, devoted form Which the vile mob shall stand to gaze upon, And wonder what the features might have been? 'Tis the last time that mortal lips shall touch them. [Clasping her violently.

Ann. (The death-bell tolling). Hark to that sound!

[They go out hand in hand, followed by the rest.

WILD WATER POND.

There is a magnet-like attraction in
These waters to the imaginative power,

That links the viewless with the visible,
And pictures things unseen.

Campbell.

In the early part of my life, I was fond of sporting, and possessed an adventurous turn of mind, which frequently led me many days' journey from home, exploring the country, with little care for any means of subsistence beyond my dogs and gun. In one of these rambles, about the month of December, I continued to follow my game far into the Low Counties, where I was swamped and bewildered amongst wild fowl of every description. My eagerness led me on and on, I knew not whither, till I found myself, towards dusk, in

the middle of a large moor, which seemed destined to be my bed for the night. The prospect was not very comfortable, for I was wet through, and well nigh starved.

Whilst musing what was to become of me, I reached the broken towing path of an old, and apparently deserted, river, for I could perceive no recent trace of horses, and a dilapidated lock, hard by, was covered with moss, as though it had not been opened for a month. I took my seat upon the decayed handle of the gate, and looked wistfully along the banks, in the faint hope of spying some solitary barge which might supply my necessities. Fortune was disposed to favour me; for, as my eye gradually rose towards the cold, blue distance, I could distinctly see a little column of moving smoke. In a moment afterwards, I discovered a red night-cap, and heard the smack of a whip. Never did any thing come more opportunely.

In a few minutes the boat arrived at the lock. It was laden with coals, but my habits had rendered me not over difficult as to accommodation, and it answered my purpose as