the sights that met her gaze. Still she preserved a wonderful presence of mind to the end.

At length the armorial bearings of his carriage were found, and were an indication of the probable place of his burial. His official station awakened some interest in his behalf, and the promise of splendid rewards induced laborers, even at such an hour, to search among the mighty ruins, and by and by his voice was heard beneath the accumulated mass, and his rescue was the result, after many hours of severe toil and agonizing endurance.

But it was not without its beneficial effects. The voice of God could not be disregarded at such a time, and it spoke to his guilty soul, in tones more dreadful than the crushing thunders of the earthquake, and the peril in which he was placed awakened a slumbering conscience and kindled the fires of guilt. Then came hope of life, and deep repentance, and resolutions of reformation and atonement, if he could but escape; and not the least of these was the mental pledge to seal by a public vow, the relations that had so long existed between himself and the beautiful being who had joined her destiny to his own, with unprecedented devotion, even at the price of her honor.

No pen can express, no tongue can utter, the wild enthusiastic rapture that succeeded as the

two fell into each others arms at his deliverance. And no language can picture the beatific joy of the sweet Alice, as the knight hastened her steps to the ruins of an old cathedral, where a terrified priest was confessing a ghostly crowd of peasants, and there, in the presence of such witnesses, and at such an hour, espoused the companion of his revelries and his terrors. Bareheaded and in dishabille was she when he first saw her, and similar was her appearance when she pledged her marriage vows!

The

The remainder of the story is soon told. lord and the lady lived together many years in happy wedlock, made pure and benevolent by their terrible experience. They returned to

America and resided in the rural mansion until the commencement of the revolution. On the anniversary of their mighty deliverance, Sir Henry used always to seclude himself in a particular room, which is still shown, and there, in the retirement of his moments, he kept a solemn fast and renewed his vows of uprightness and repentance. And here were hung the garments he had worn in the ruins of Lisbon, torn, soiled, and covered with lime dust, that had there been gathered upon them. Some relics of the family are still in existence in the town, and are held almost sacred.

At the opening of the war, they made preparations to depart for England. But the family of an English nobleman could not, of course, escape without incurring the suspicions of the republicans, and fearing some danger, they sought protection from the Provincial Congress of the State, and received permission to proceed. Still, great excitement arose in the neighborhood, preparations for detention were made, and an armed body of men arrested them, and held them captives until Congress undertook their liberation. At length they reached England, where the lady Alice survived her husband many years, and at length died and was buried, far away from the home and kindred of the Skipper's Daughter of Marblehead.

THE KEYS OF LIFE.

HEARD I once rich music, swelling
Through a vaulted house of prayer,
And the deep tones ever dwelling
In my spirit's echoes are.

Saw I there a lovely maiden

Gently touch some yielding keys, And the strain came, richly laden, Like soft music from the seas.

Deep it spoke to every feeling,
And my half-enchanted soul
Seemed to float on cadence, stealing
Up where stars in chorus roll.

'Twas an organ's deep-toned flowing, Yet I saw no organ's form;

Still o'er the keys the maid kept throwing Rosy fingers soft and warm.

Touch Life's keys right, that so to glory, Cadence waft thy soul away.