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had, however, the melancholy satisfac- upon his heel, “thou art lost! Perisi tion to find that this was not the case : in thine own obstinacy!” Elizabeth was soon at the prison, where Karl heard the door close upon his in the arms of her lover, she endeavoured visiter, and falling on his knees, uttered to whisper the comfort she herself so a prayer to heaven. much needed. But the “ gentle reader,” The stranger who had been killed was as in all such cases, is requested to imagine not known to any of the town's-people. the grief of a young couple under such He had that day arrived at Amsterdam, heavy affliction

and from his appearance was judged to The next day came, and a priest was be a gentleman. Karl was put upon his ushered into Karl's prison. There was trial, and the evidence against him being a something in the countenance of the deemed conclusive, he was condemned ecclesiastic which the prisoner did not

In vain did he urge his innofancy: his grey, sharp, twinkling eye cence; in vain did he repeat his story had more of cunning than of sanctity in of the combat between the two cavaliers, it, and his whole manner was unpre- and how the slayer had proeured the possessing. His subsequent advice cor- weapon with which he had destroyed his roberated the prisoner's suspicions. antagonist; and equally vain were the

“ Karl Wynck” said the priest, “ you numerous testimonials of good conduct are a lost man unless you make a bold and sobriety which his neighbours teneffort for your deliverance.”

dered in his favour. Poor Karl was “That is too true, father ; but I see condemned to die; and though pitied by no means of escaping from this dungeon, many, was thought deserving the fate from which I shall soon be dragged to to which he had doomed another. the scaffold. Oh! 't is terrible to have The day of execution arrived, and Karl one's name pronounced with horror by took leave of his dear Elizabeth with a the good, and scoffed at by the wicked; bursting heart; but he resolved to meet but I die innocent of murder."

death like a man, and walked with a firm “ This is but idle prating, my son, step to the place of death. Ascending interrupted the priest ; “ will you profit the scaffold, he looked with a hurried by my advice, or will you die that death glance upon the vast crowd which had you dread so much ?”

assembled to see him die. A body of I would fain hear your counsel, the town guard surrounded the scaffold father."

to keep off the throng which completely “ Hearken then,” rejoined the priest; filled the square, while every window “the keeper of the gaol has a son who and house-top was occupied by the was this day married, and the wedding burghers and their families.

The mewill be kept in the rooms above: an lancholy sound of the death-bell mingled hour before midnight every one will be with the murmur of the immense crowd, engaged in the revel, except the man from which Karl endeavoured to avert whose duty it is to see all safe. When his face ; but as he did so, his eye rested he enters your dungeon, use this knife on the athletic figure and stern features resolutely-why, what ails thee, boy?" of the executioner, whose brawny arms, cried the priest, perceiving Karl's already bared to the elbows, reposed on his huge pallid features become still paler. two-handed sword, which, already un

“ Oh father!" said the poor prisoner, sheathed, gleamed brightly in the morncounsel me not thus; that would indeed ing's sun. be murder-I cannot do it.

Alas! thought Karl, what preparation Fool !" muttered his adviser as his for the death of a poor tailor ! thin lip curled with scorn : “is it for such A priest unobserved, ascended the scafas thee to judge of sin or virtue ? hast fold and knelt by his side: it was he who thou not heard how Moses slew the had visited him in prison. Egyptian who smote his countryman? “Karl Wynck,” whispered the tempter, was that”- Karl heard no more.

“I can save thee even now." “Begone! (he cried) begone, tempter ! “How?” murmured the tailor, his I have heard how the blessed Saint blood curdling at the sound of that voice. Anthony was beset by devils who affect- “ Acknowledge thyself mine, and I ed sanctity, and I begin to fear that thou will transport thee in an instant, to some art one of that hellish legion. Begone, far distant country.” I say !"

Karl started on his feet so suddenly, The priest (or devil, if you please) that the guards grasped their halberts, smiled another dark smile, and his eyes supposing he meditated an escape, but he gleamed like bright coals of fire.

had no such intention. "Idiot, he muttered, as he turned “ Avaunt, fiend !” he cried, shudder

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BY HORACE GUILFORD.

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ing violently, “remember the reproof Elizabeth, by whom he had which our blessed Lord gave thee of old, dren, became rich, and died at an adSathanas, avaunt !”

vanced age. The house in which he The headsman's assistant here advanc- lived, was formerly shewn to the curious, ed, and bade Karl prepare himself. The and there was an inscription over the sufferer observed that he was ready, and door, recording in a few brief lines the begged that the false priest might be history we have endeavoured to give in dismissed; but when they turned to bid detail ; but modern improvements have him begone, he was nowhere to be seen. crept even into Holland, and the dwelling Karl knelt again to receive the fatal of honest Karl Wynck is no longer shewn blow; the headsman approached and to the inquisitive traveller. A. A. A. raised his huge sword, but suddenly withheld the blow, for a thousand voices

THE BARONIAL HALL IN bade him desist, and a horseman was

TARNAWAY CASTLE. seen to urge his foaming steed through the dense crowd. “ Hold! hold !" cried the new comer,

1. " for Jesu's sake forbear-stay the exe

Palace of thunder! mighty hall, cution. I am the slayer, and that poor Built on the Pagan temple's fall; man is innocent of murder!”

Where the sacrificial splendour, indeed, the cavalier who had possessed Wreathed flamen, virgins tender, himself of Karl's sword; and the poor Hymned th’ Olympian idol's sway, youth, overcome by this unexpected Hail gigantic Tarnaway! rescue, fell senseless into the arms of the

2. executioner. “Sir,” said the cavalier, surrendering Triumphant o'er the lightning's lord, —

Imperious pile! when first you soared himself to the officer of the town-guard, Over shattered fane and altar,“ the crime is mine, if crime it be to

Did your builder never falter, destroy one of the most barefaced villains Thinking there must come a day that ever scourged society. I am a

Of doom to feudal Tarnaway?gentleman of Leghorn, my name is Ber

3. nardo Strozzi : the man I slew was of High-titled house! when round thy rooms good family, but he robbed me of all I Red tapestry hung its silken blooms, valued in this world, and I resolved to Minstrel harps the dance entwining, seek him wherever he fled. Chance Rubied cups and gold lamps shining, led me to your city, and walking out Did no warning demon say, without my sword, I met my foe in the

“ Darkness will come to Tarnaway?” He would have avoided me, but

4. I resolved to possess myself of even a knife, so that I might destroy him. I Hath not tottered to its fall;

Darkness is come! thy Titan hall luckily seized a sword in the house of But thy pomps are all departed ;this poor man; vengeance nerved my By thy recreant lords deserted, arm, and he fell, almost as soon as our

What a lumpish pile of clay weapons bad crossed.

The combat was

Mocks old towery Tarnaway! fair and equal. I left Amsterdam im

5. mediately; and at the next town, learnt

Yet I reverence thy form, that another had been condemned for Fane of th’unworshipped fiend of storm! the slayer. The saints be praised that Though no more the Randolf's towers my good steed bore me here in time !"

Frown above their beechen bowers, Crowds pressed around Karl to con

And the dull builders of the day gratulate him upon his escape from Have libelled ancient Tarnaway. death, while the cavalier placed in his

6. hands a purse well filled with gold. “ Friend,” said he, “take this and be Sole relic, and chief boast of all,—

Still thy hall, high Randolf's hall,happy. I regret the misery you have Tells too magnificent a story, suffered, but this may make you some

Of thy vanished grace and glory, amends."

Not to laugh at the decay Our tale is ended; but as some may That overshadows Tarnaway. need a postscript, we add for their especial information, that Karl, with such an * Supposed to have been built on the acquisition of wealth, forgot the suffer- site of an ancient temple to Jupiter Taing he had endured, and was the happiest ranis; so called from the horse, Taran, man in Holland. He married his dear signifying thunder,

street.

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days than for the industry of his maThe sculptured chestnut's Norman roof, turer age, and the late period of life at Soaring imperially aloof,

which he attracted popularity by his With sublime acclaims hath trembled, talents. He was the nephew of Mr. When the princedom's power assembled, Alexander, an alderman of the city of Making the angry thunder-bray

London; and, as he was sent first to Faint in the Hall of Tarnaway! Eton College, and afterwards to Oxford, 8.

it may be inferred that his parents were And I have sate in Moray's chair, in good circumstances. His uncle left (That lion of this lofty lair!)

him sixteen thousand pounds. On the All his subtle snares untwining, acquisition of this fortune he entered himAll his foul designs divining,

self of the Temple, and in due time was Forged, while his queen a captive lay, called to the bar. On one occasion he And he usurped at Tarnaway!

even distinguished himself before the 9.

Lord Chancellor Nottingham. But his Oh, storied house! with claims like thine, ambition was to shine as a man of fashion, Lament no more thy pomp's decline, and he paid little attention to the law. Though the shrine no longer claim thee, Whilst at the Temple, his courtly dress, Though unwieldy walls defame thee, his handsome liveries, and, it may be Those, who tread this hall, shall say, added, his tall stature and fine appear“ Behold thy temple, Tarnaway!” ance, procured him the appellation of

Duke Combe. Some of the most excluNote.- Tarnaway was a magnificent sive ladies of fashion had instituted a old castle, or rather palace, built in all society which was called the Coterie, to the freakish splendour of the Flemish or which gentlemen were admitted as visiBurgundian style of architecture. In tors. Among this favoured number was its vast hall (built by Thomas Randolf, the Duke Combe. One evening, Lady the nephew of Bruce), the puissant Earls Archer, who was a beautiful woman, but of Moray used to assemble the inferior too fond of gaudy colours, and who had barons, and they, in turn, were attended her face always lavishly rouged, was by the several ranks of their house and sitting in the Coterie, when Lord Lyttlemaintenance, till a puisne parliament ton, the graceless son of an estimable was displayed in all its ceremony and peer, entered the room evidently intoxiimportance-the great feudal superior cated, and stood before Lady Archer for being the comes or earl, who occupied several minutes with his eyes fixed on an elevated seat or siege, as it was term- her. The lady manifested great indiged, in the centre of the dais; the minor nation, and asked why he thus annoyed barons, &c. being duly ranked on each her. “I have been thinking,” said Lord side. It would hold upwards of a thou- Lyttleton, “what I can compare you to, sand men fully armed. This illustrious in your gaudy colouring, and you give and venerable fabric has of late years me no idea but that of a drunken peabeen pulled down, with the sole excep- cock.” The lady returned a sharp answer, tion of the hall; and the most execrable on which he threw the contents of a glass mass of deformities that ever teemed from of wine in her face. All was confusion builder's brain has arisen in its stead. in a moment; but though several noble

But it was built only to be deserted, men and gentlemen were present, none so it did not much matter! It stands of them took up the cause of the insulted about four miles to the north of Forres. female till Mr. Combe came forward,

and, by his resolute behaviour, obliged BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCHES. the offender to withdraw. His spirited

conduct on this occasion gained him

much credit among the circles of fashion; “ DOCTOR SYNTAX.”

but his Grace's diminishing finances ere In the life of Mrs. Siddons, by the poet long put an end to the fashionableness Campbell, there is an amusing account of his acquaintance. He paid all the of the author of Doctor Syntax, which penalties of a spendthrift, and was steeped we here place before our readers. It is in poverty to the very lips. At one time not a solitary instance of a man of genius he was driven for a morsel of bread to playing the vagabond; but Combe was enlist as a private in the British army; no ordinary performer, as the following and, at another time, in a similar exiextract will demonstrate.

gency, he went into the French service, “Mr. Combe's history is not less re- From a more cogent motive than piety, markable for the recklessness of his early he afterwards entered into a French mo

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nastery, and lived there till the term of When he was near the age of seventy his noviciate expired. He returned to he had some literary dealings with Mr. Britain, and took service wherever he Ackermann, the bookseller. The late could get it; but in all these dips into caricaturist, Rowlandson, had offered to low life, he was never in the least em- Mr. Ackermann a number of drawings, barrassed when he met with his old ac- representing an old clergyman and schoolquaintance, A wealthy divine, who had master, who felt, or fancied himself, in known him in the best London society, love with the fine arts, quixotically trarecognised him when a waiter at Swansea velling during his holidays in quest of actually tripping about with the napkin the picturesque. As the drawings needed under his arm, and, staring at him, the explanation of letter-press, Mr. Ackexclaimed, “You cannot be Combe ?” ermann declined to purchase them unless “Yes, indeed, but I am,” was the waiter's he should find some one who could give

He married the mistress of a them a poetical illustration. He carried noble lord, who promised him an annuity one or two of them to Mr. Combe, who with her, but cheated him; and in re- undertook the subject. The bookseller, venge he wrote a spirited satire, entitled knowing his procrastinating temper, left The Diaboliad.” Among its subjects him but one drawing at a time, which were an Irish peer and his eldest son, he illustrated in verse, without knowing who had a quarrel that extinguished any the subject of the drawing that was next little natural affection that might have to come.

The popularity of the “ Adever subsisted between them. The father ventures of Dr. Syntax induced Mr. challenged the son to fight; the son re- Ackermann afterwards to employ him fused to go out with him, not, as he ex- in two successive publications, “ The pressly stated, because the challenger Dance of Life,” and “ The Dance of was his own father, but because he was Death, in England, which were also not a gentleman.

accompanied by Rowlandson's designs. After his first wife's death, Mr. Combe It was almost half a century before made a more creditable marriage with a the appearance of these works that Mr. sister of Mr. Cosway, the artist, and Combe so narrowly missed the honour much of the distress which his impru. of being Mrs. Siddons's reading master. dence entailed upon him was mitigated He had exchanged the gaieties of Lonby the assiduities of this amiable woman. don for quarters at a tap-room in WolFor many years he subsisted by writing verhampton, where he was billeted as a for the booksellers, with a reputation soldier in the service of his Britannic that might be known to many individuals, Majesty. He had a bad foot at the time, but that certainly was not public. He and was limping painfully along the high wrote a work, which was generally as- street of the town, when he was met by cribed to the good Lord Lyttleton, en- an acquaintance who had known him in titled “ Letters from a Nobleman to his all his fashionable glory. This individual Son,” and “ Letters from an Italian Nun had himself seen better days, having exto an English Nobleman,” that professed changed a sub-lieutenancy of marines for to be translated from Rousseau. He a strollership in Mr. Kemble's company. published also several political tracts, “ Heavens!” said the astonished histrion, that were trashy, time-serving, and scur- “ is it possible, Combe, that you can rilous. Pecuniary difficulties brought bear this condition?" • Fiddlesticks!” him to a permanent residence in the answered the ex-duke, taking a pinch King's Bench, where he continued about of snuff, “a philosopher can bear anytwenty years, and for the latter part of thing." The player ere long introduced them a voluntary inmate. One of his him to Mr. Roger Kemble; but, by this friends offered to effect a compromise time, Mr. Combe had become known in with his creditors, but he refused the the place through his conversational tafavour. “ If I compounded with my lents. A gentleman, passing through the creditors,” said Mr. Combe, “ I should public-house, had observed him reading, be obliged to sacrifice the little substance and, looking over his shoulder, saw with which I possess, and on which I subsist surprise a copy of Horace. “ What,” in prison. These chambers, the best in said he, “my friend, can you read that the Bench, are mine at the rent of a few book in the original?” “If I cannot,” shillings a week, in right of my seniority replied Combe, “ a great deal of money as a prisoner. My habits are become has been thrown away on my education.” so sedentary, that if I lived in the airiest His landlord soon found the literary redsquare of London, I should not walk coat an attractive ornament to his tapround it once in a month. I am con- room, which was filled every night with tented in my cheap quarters.”

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the wondering auditors of the learned country met my enraptured view, it soldier. They treated him to gratuitous was Coniston.- I and Sam, broke our potations, and clubbed their money to fast within a snug cove, where the lucid procure his discharge. Roger Kemble waters gently passed at our feet. Pasgave him a benefit-night at the theatre, tures stored with cattle, or grain now and Combe promised to speak an address collecting, descended to the very brim. on the occasion. In this address, he Our road was shaded by trees, which noticed the various conjectures that had admitted partial gleams of Conistonia's been circulated respecting his real name sunny bosom-huge hills clothed with and character; and, after concluding the timber, were our immense barriers to enumeration, he said, “Now, ladies and the very skirts of the road. gentlemen, I shall tell you what I am.'

.” ceeded, they closed around the head of While expectation was all agog, he added, the lake, and wonderfully elevated the

-ladies and gentlemen, your most view with them ; the water also changed, obedient humble servant. Hethen bowed, the wind arose, the billows swelled, till and left the stage.

they became “tempest tost," and reared

aloft their white and angry heads, till they LETTERS FROM THE LAKES. appeared no mean emblems of the mighty No. 2.

Their roar was a grand accompa

niment to the wonderful scene. The THE REV. H. WHITE, TO MISS

head of Coniston has not been excelled, Ullswater, October 3d, 1795. unless by that of Ullswater, to whose “ For the last ten days, dear leisure upper waves, the meads of Patterdale, its has made her curtsy to admiration and low-towered church, the numerous groves delight, who have so fully occupied her and humble cottages, crowd around as if place, as not even to allow a momentary embracing, and guarding the glassy cessation, till the present evening. In mirror, that reflects and adorns their my last, I omitted to notice the immense varied features. Beneath her Majesty, flocks of sea gulls that enlivened Lan- who hangs forth, in point-lace kerchief, caster's first sands—some gracefully cir- like the covering of a breast of veal, at cling with shewy, black tipt wings, either the pretty town of Hawkstead, I stayed alighting or ascending; but the majority from Sunday to Friday noon 25th, and were feeding in the little ponds left by then descended into a lovely valley, glowthe tide, occasionally flocking away in ing with Esthwaite Water, upon which troops at the approach of the horses. the sun-beams spread diamonds. The At Lancaster, that art might not insult road leads by its side for two miles, and nature, I went out of powder, and my at its crown two large promontories emhead has been in admirable unison with bowered in wood, rush into its waves, this new world, this sublime Eden. “I and create a scene of exquisite beauty. ask no other proof,” said an elegant Leaving this liquid gem, we soon arrived female at Keswick yesterday, of your at an almost precipitous ascent, and from being worthy to enjoy our matchless its brow beheld majestic Windermere scenery. From dear Ulverston, my stretching to the right-a long breadth of last was dated; its environs abound both water flowing beneath supreme majesty in shady and exposed walks, the princi- of rock. To the left our view was obpal, leads through the neat church-yard structed by a sky-aspiring cliff, which to a level terrace, commanding the chan- had rolled down vast portions of stone nel and the town, lined with seats, from beneath our feet, and appeared shudderwhence you soon reach the foot of a very ingly awful. As we descended the steep steep mountain, whose summit com- declivity, the lake shone forth, at happy mands the sand view before described, peeps. At the bottom of the hill, the and peeps into a green valley, protected silver-edged billows welcomed us in soothby the immense hills of Cumberland and ing murmurs; but owing to jutting Westmorland. Wednesday, 23d Sep- elbows of the crag, we could only see tember, I took chaise for Furness Abbey; across the lake, which here inlets and and if this wide extent of noble ruins, forms a reedy bay. We now passed at its overhanging night of woods peopled the foot of the terrific precipice, large with ever-cawing rooks, its rapid stream, gleams of the lake bursting upon us in checked by fallen fragments, and foam- exquisite contrast, till we gained an ing in rage over them, had been the sole eminence that presented long reaches of object of my tour, I should not have animated waves on either hand studded considered it as an unworthy one. Thurs- with verdant islands, whose Queen bears day, 24th, the first lake of this unrivalled a temple, with a lofty alcove containing

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