Suc when the mice was c'er. the Maid
Fauset ville, and inly prayed:
Then filling on her father's feet.
By ny Mother's soul! do I entreat
That thou this woman send away!'
Ste sad: and more she could not say;
For what she knew, she could not tell,
Vermastered by the mighty spell

Why is thy cheek so wan and wild,
Sir LEOLINE? Thy only child
Lies at thy feet, thy joy! thy pride!
So fair! so innocent! so mild!
The same for whom thy Lady died!
O, by the pangs of her dear Mother!

Think thou no evil of thy child!
For her, and thee, and for no other,
She prayed the moment ere she died!
Prayed that the babe, for whom she died,
Might prove her dear lord's joy and pride!
That prayer her deadly pangs beguiled,
Sir LEOLINE!

And wouldst thou wrong thy only child?
Her child and thine?

Within the Baron's heart and brain,
If thoughts like these had any share,
They only swelled his rage and pain;
And did but work confusion there.
His heart was cleft with pain and rage;
His cheeks, they quivered, his eyes were wild.
Dishonoured thus in his old age!
Dishonoured by his only child!
And all his hospitality

To th' insulted daughter of his friend,
By more than woman's jealousy,
Brought thus to a disgraceful end!
He rolled his eye with stern regard
Upon the gentle Minstrel Bard,
And said, in tones abrupt, austere,
'Why, BRACY! dost thou loiter here?

I bade thee hence!' The Bard obeyed:
And, turning from his own sweet Maid,
The agèd Knight, Sir LEOLINE,

Led forth the Lady GERALDINE.

THE CONCLUSION TO PART THE SECOND.

A LITTLE child, a limber Elf,
Singing, dancing to itself,

A fairy thing with red round cheeks,
That always finds, and never seeks,
Makes such a vision to the sight
As fills a father's eyes with light;
And pleasures flow in so thick and fast
Upon his heart, that he, at last,
Must needs express his love's excess
With words of unmeant bitterness!
Perhaps, 'tis pretty to force together
Thoughts so all unlike each other!
To mutter and mock a broken charm!
To dally with wrong that does no harm!
Perhaps, 'tis tender too and pretty,

At each wild word, to feel within
A sweet recoil of love and pity!
And what if, in a world of sin

(O, sorrow and shame! should this be true), Such giddiness of heart and brain

Comes seldom, save from rage and pain;
So talks as it 's most used to do!

Mr. JAMES GILLMAN in his unfinished Life of S. T. Coleridge, London, 1838, 8vo, thus describes the rest of the plan of this Poem.

The following relation was to have occupied a Third and Fourth Canto1, and to have closed the Tale.

"Over the mountains, the Bard, as directed by Sir LEOLINE, 'hastes' with his disciple; but, in consequence of one of those inundations supposed to be common to this country, the spot only where the Castle once stood is discovered-the edifice itself being washed away. He determines to return. GERALDINE being acquainted with all that is passing, like the Weird Sisters in MACBETH, vanishes.

'Reappearing, however, she waits the return of the Bard, exciting, in the mean time, by her wily arts, all the anger she could rouse in the Baron's breast, as well as that jealousy of which he is described to have been susceptible. The old Bard and the Youth at length arrive: and therefore she can no longer personate the character of GERALDINE, the daughter of Lord Roland de Vaux; but changes her appearance to that of the accepted, though absent, Lover of CHRISTABEL.

'Next, ensues a courtship most distressing to CHRISTABEL; who feels, she knows not Why, great disgust for her once favoured Knight. This coldness is very painful to the Baron; who has no more conception than herself of the supernatural transformation. She, at last, yields to her father's entreaties; and consents to approach the altar with this hated suitor.

'The real Lover returning, enters at this moment; and produces the ring which she had once given him, in sign of her betrothment. Thus defeated, the supernatural being, GERALDINE, disappears.

'As predicted, the Castle bell tolls, the Mother's voice is heard; and, to the exceeding great joy of the parties, the rightful marriage takes place: after which follows a reconciliation and explanation between the father and daughter.'

1 COLERIDGE himself states that there were to be Three more Parts or Cantos, see page 268.-E. A.

A HYMN.

My Maker! of Thy Power the trace
In every creature's form and face,
The wond'ring soul surveys!
Thy Wisdom, infinite above
Seraphic thought, a Father's Love
As infinite displays!

From all that meets or eye or ear,
There falls a genial holy fear;

Which, like the heavy dew of Morn,

Refreshes, while it bows the heart forlorn.

Grent GOD! Thy Works how wondrous fair! Yet sintal Man didst Thou declare

The whole Earth's voice and mind! Levitas Thou all-present art, egy we stal, with heedful heart, par know and find!

what will of weal or woe,

Ag shall steady flow!
NU's Heaven Thyself to see;

Ny Shadow falls, Grief cannot be!