Tyrrel and Sir Gilbert de Montfort, as you wot. How they employed me, 'tis now no time to repeat, and it skills not for thee to know; but the haughty lord Lovel was then in the height of his pride and power: he loved to check and overbear the soldiers for little cause, and once, in the wars, upon some slight matter of spoil which I had seized, he called me coward plunderer,' and struck me unto the ground! I swore at a fitting season to wash this out with his blood, for he was no leader of mine; but then came the fight at Bosworth, which scat tered the York host, and he betook him into France. When he again came hither, I was a soldier under king Henry; but in the battle of Stoke my station was against the power of Martin Schwartz, and I missed Lovel by his flight across the Trent. Had I but known of his retreat there, he should have died, had he owned a thousand lives; but I well deemed he was drowned, as others did, until Israel was taken secretly wandering about Minster-Lovel, and baffled all questions and tortures to get from him the name and retreat of the fugitive. Then didst thou suddenly appear in the state-chamber, which assured me that one was in hiding there, and that it was Lovel himself!-Thanks to St. Mary!' responded I then, I 'scaped from your power by an open window and a swift foot, albeit I was only a stripling. But bethink you, ill-minded man, that about eighteen years have passed since that hour; and, had lord Lovel been indeed hidden there, he must long since have been but lifeless dust.'-'That may well be,' replied the fierce Bernard; yet his very dust is to me so hateful, that it would joy me to wreak my vowed vengeance even upon that, and to spurn the proud noble as he did the oppressed soldier, beside claiming the reward which is still offered for him alive or dead. And now, Plantagenet, look at that flaming gulf beneath thee, and bethink thee of the fearful death which it offers. Consent to guide me unto the haughty Lovel's retreat or sepulchre, I care not which, and, by all that men call holy or adore, I will set thee free from prison! Refuse me this, and, by the powers of darkness! I will forthwith hurl thee from the battlements! Think not to call upon thy keeper, for all in the palace are too intent on saving body and goods to hear thee: and, should thy corse be found, king Henry will reck but little so thou art

dead, whilst all will deem thou hast but fallen over in seeking to escape. Once more, then, make thy decision. 'Never,' exclaimed I firmly, will I take my life on such degrading terms, even though the headsman's axe fell as I spake the word! And never will I disclose the pious lord Lovel's holy place of rest unto one, who goeth with fiendish malice to feast upon the dead!'

Then presently commit thy soul to God!' answered Bernard, thereupon seizing me with a mighty grasp, and fixing one foot half over the edge of the battlements. I now also put forth my strength to resist him, and, albeit I shuddered at the very thought of giving him unto the fearful death whereto he had doomed me, yet did I struggle to get free from him. We grappled, therefore, together for some short space; but, while he was straining his huge frame to raise me unto the battlements, and stoutly I bent me backwards therefrom, certain of the stones trembled and gave way beneath his feet, mine own garment rent at the same moment, and, losing his hold, he reeled over with a mighty fall into the flaming gallery!"

The last Plantagenet passes through various dangers without being ruined, and at length enters into the service of Margaret, duchess of Burgundy, by whom he is commissioned to present a bridal robe to his cousin the lady Bride Plantagenet, who is passing her noviciate in a convent. His attachment to this young princess tends to keep up, amidst his misfortunes, a shadow of hope, pointing even to a future possession of the throne with her. He is constrained, however, to abandon all towering hopes, and is content to become a monk. Near the close of his eventful life, he is called upon to hear the confessions of a dying prioress, who proves to be the long-lost object of his love, and who, in her final address, predicts the Reformation."Thou mayest well say that this is a solemn hour with me, seeing that I am standing between life and death, and, like him who stood upon the top of Pisgah, overlooking both the wilderness of this world and much of the glorious Canaan to which I am hastening. And, perchance, this solemn hour giveth even unto mortal creatures somewhat of immortal knowlege, since I feel it written upon my soul, that the Lord is about to rise, and mightily to refresh the nations with his presence; that a great overthrow

is coming upon the corrupted clergy of this realm: that many of our superstitious rites shall wane and die away, in the plain purities of the advancing Gospel, and that the translated word shall speedily be spread through this land, from the throne even unto the hovel. I depart in the twilight of these things, but thou shalt behold the sun rise; and I pray that he may shine forth upon thee with healing in his wings!"

Some interesting topics, connected with the æra to which the tale refers, are introduced in an appropriate style and with considerable effect,-namely, the state of the monasteries and of religion and literature, the pilgrimages to Canterbury and Walsingham, the building of Henry the Seventh's Chapel, the coronation of that prince and his queen, the forms and manners of Margaret's court, military expeditions, voyages of discovery, &c. These pictures of the Tudor times are given with a fidelity very different from the blundering carelessness with which some novelists refer to past times,-with a fidelity, indeed, resembling the retrospective accuracy of Sir Walter Scott.

THE BRIDE OF ZANTE,

gentle countrywoman of yours, in whose fate I am warmly interested?'-My friend calmly consented; yet certainly her large dark inexpressive eyes wore a wider character of surprise and curiosity than I had ever yet seen them exhibit. In the mean time, my own astonishment was scarcely inferior. The infirm Agostna! what could have brought her to the city?

"She entered to determine my perplexity, and having bent her feeble way toward Athanasia, and pressed the hem of her garment respectfully to her lips, she turned to my couch. Apparently startled by the spectacle of my wasted features and attenuated limbs, she paused abruptly, knelt down in her humbleness, crossed her hands devoutly over her bosom, and either wept or prayed-or both.-Agostna,' I exclaimed, speak, maiden! Thou art silent-thou dost tremble-tears are on thy face-some evil hath befallen Zaphryne !'-Still she trembled, still wept, but answered not a word.

"She is no more!' I ejaculated. Agostna waved her head in denial. "In sorrow then, or in sickness? Perhaps Alexius hath perished on the seas?' 'Alas! no,' replied Agostna, recovering her voice. 'I could wish him with the

Real Life.

A GREEK maiden is expecting the return of her humble lover from a voyage, when her friends, acting under the influence of the Venetian government, compel her to espouse a person of a higher class. The progress and effect of the measures of constraint are described with animation and feeling. A friend of the unfortunate maiden says, "I was reclining on a couch, dreaming over a book, in the shadowy apartment of Athanasia (a married friend), who, with her usual soft tranquillity of brow and listlessness of demeanor, sat twisting her everlasting silken cord beside an opposite lattice, when old Irene the nurse, drawing mysteriously toward me, whispered significantly that a stranger-a fair Zantiot peasant importunately demanded an interview. Shall she return, my son, or -"'Tis Zaphryne!' I exclaimed, interrupting her; 'admit her instantly. Nay, the damsel named herself Agostna.Will you,' said I, turning toward Athanasia, 'permit me to receive in your presence, and solicit your notice for a very fair and

among the living.'-Agostna !' I faltered, thou seest that I am worn with disease: trifle not with my exhausted strength, torment me not with suspense; but say on!-what has chanced?'

Nought, save evil, gracious Sir,' replied the young Greek, has befallen us in thy grievous sickness, which, while it augmented our sorrow, deprived us of thine interposition. The count Lengrazio's malice was the more deeply aggravated by Zavo's unexpected release; he swore that his purpose should not be overmastered, and scarcely had he found himself compelled to resign his hold upon the lands of my kinsman, when Zavo, suddenly summoned before the proveditor in council, was required to produce his hereditary titles to their possession. The old man answeredand he said it proudly-that the parchments were deposited among our island archives; but the Zantiot records were searched, and not a single deed allusive to his possessions could be found!'"Treachery!' I exclaimed; base and manifest treachery!'-' Not one in the whole island doubts it,' resumed Agostna,

though inured to weather changes, felt as I ran hither from the proveditor's, even as a hart that panteth for the waterbrooks.'-Careless of her expostulations, and far more regardful of Agostna's beseeching looks, I desisted not from my preparations. Go not, my son!' said the poor crone, yet more importunately. 'There is a stillness-an oppression as of a coming storm, the breathlessness of nature pausing for the issue. Yesternight the fishers of Chieri beheld the waters of the great deep troubled,— although tideless and breezeless, as if by the concussion of some distant earthquake. Go not, my son.'-I bade her look to Agostna's evident distemperature, not to my contingent calamities. I told her plainly that I would go-and go I did, climbing, rather than vaulting, as was my wont, upon my favorite horse. It recognised the well-known hand, however feeble, which gave it the rein; and 1 flew like wind,-where wind, Heaven knows, there was none. A terrific breathlessness seemed, indeed, to overspread the earth.

"I reached the hill commanding the valley of the vines; I looked toward the grassy ascent terminating its correspondent limit;-I looked to the sea; it was as unruffled as glass might be; I looked toward the palm-trees-and lo! there remained but one solitary, widowed, desolate stem;-the other, and Zaphryne, were lost for ever to the eyes of their Alexius! Still I went forward. Too late to save, I felt that I might yet console and re-assure;-I might promise to become the comforter of him she loved; -might cheer her upon her return from the ill-starred nuptial ceremony. I went forward, and beheld, ascending the shrubby hill, the bridal procession, two by two, garlanded, and in gorgeous array.

"Was it the overpowering consciousness of disappointment, or was it the sulphureous oppression of the lurid atmosphere, which wrought so deadly a faintness in my heart, and caused me to lean so heavily upon my saddle?-My gallant horse paused abruptly, trembling in every limb, as if appalled by some hideous vision. I urged him in vain!the earth trembled and rocked beneath his rooted feet! I remembered that I was in Zante, and attempted to subdue my own shuddering consciousness by a self-assurance of the innocuous frequency of the phænomenon. I observed that the bridal procession was halting in disorder.

VOL. X.

The youths were supporting and striving to encourage their gentle partners of the day-the fair bride-maidens of a fairer bride.-Yet the Venetian-as I distinctly saw-dared not even approach the wife so lately sworn his own! Again the undulating earth quivered, as from some remote shock; and Raolo, no longer able to repress his feelings, turned toward Zaphryne, and attempted to fold her to his bosom. With what a gesture of loathing did she repel his arm!-with what strength did she burst from his detaining grasp, defy his entreaties, and, with the speed of a fawn, ascend the hill, and enter Zavo's cottage, which already toppled with the force of the repeated concussion. My heart grew sick!-in another moment the ground heaved like the billow of a swelling sea; and, when I gained courage to look toward the summit of the hill, eddying clouds of dust obscured the ruins of Zavo's dwelling. All was over!-the victim had immolated herself upon the very altar, in the tenacious preservation of which her sacrifice had originated; and a greyheaded man was tearing his hair, and shrieking forth the name of Zaphryne."

THE FRENCH WARRIOR AND THE SPANISH HEROINE;

a Tale, abridged from a new Work of Captain Sherer.

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EUSTACE, a French officer, who served during the revolutionary war in Spain, had an opportunity of saving the lives of a whole family from the fury of his countrymen. Among the individuals thus preserved were a widow and her daugh-"Leonora de Velasco was the image of her mother in features,-her cheek as pale-her eyes as melancholy, but less meek-her black hair, silken and luxuriant, was parted from a white forehead that looked the chosen seat of pure and generous thoughts, and was bound lightly at the back of a fine-formed head in a simple Grecian knot. The ruby redness of her well-cut lips told that she had the health and blood of youth, which last indeed would at times in sudden and faint glows tinge her fair cheek; her form was slight, but had the gentle fullness of true and graceful proportion. Her black dress was relieved by a stomacher and kerchief of plain white lace; her long sleeve concealed her arm, and the Vandyked bottom of her

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dress fell upon her very instep. Her hand pressing her dear mother's in affection, her eyes looking up with watchful love to those of her mother, she seemed like some lovely personification of youth ful pity consoling afflicted virtue."

The beautiful Spaniard was inspired with the most devoted affection for her generous enemy. What therefore must have been her feelings, when she found that he was made prisoner, and sentenced to death!" He was soon summoned forth; two stern-faced men led him out, and they fastened him with cords to a cross of stone. About twenty paces from him stood six rude musketeers in a rank, priming their pieces; grouped to the left, as spectators, were all the fierce band; in front of these Velasco and the priest, with fixed eyes and folded arms. Already had the musketeers presented their pieces; already had the victim breathed his last prayer, and, opening his eyes, was looking steadily at his executioners, that he might see their aim good and true before he gave the signal; when a cry of Hold, for the love of the most Holy Virgin! hold!' arrested the attention of all. Her mantilla fallen, her hair loose, her arms uplifted, her cheek flushed with the strugglings of hope and fear, Leonora, majestic as a bright angel of mercy, rushed with winged speed, and when she found herself in the midst, between Eustace and the leveled arms, in presence of her brother and his band, she suddenly stopped, and again cried with a nervous tone, that went trembling to many a hearer's heart,- He shall not die! Brother, he spared you the night we kneeled and sang requiem for our father. He shall not die, brother! he repaired the great Velasco's tomb. He shall not die.'-'Away! away !' said Juan, sternly: will no one remove the girl? The priest ran and caught her arm to drag her from the line of fire. With a strength lent to her by despair, she threw him far and violently from her, then turned, and was in a moment at the cross, and placed herself before it. 'Here,' said the devoted girl, 'here will I stand! here gladly fall, either for or with this noble enemy !-no enemy to me or living man! as a brother dear to me!'-'Fire!' cried Juan!-he was not obeyed. As a thousand brothers dear to me!' repeated Leonora. Daughter of my father! you have lived too long,' thundered Juan, as he flew to her, and she fell stabbed at his feet, the blood of

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her stricken bosom flowing forth upon them. 'Brother, brother I said she faintly, as soon as she could recover from the shock you used to love me-kiss me, Juan:'-and she supported herself on her arm, and lifted up her pale lips, and kissed his murderous hand that hung stained down. Leonora, confess! speak, say that it was true!-say that you were guilty? Of many sins against high Heaven, Juan, but none against my brother.' 'Is not this enemy your lover? Hath he not abused you?'"Your sister is chaste and spotless as the unsunned snow,' said the voice of Eustace, now for the first time heeded, though, from the instant of Leonora's arrival, he had prayed her to let death take its course upon him. 'Brother! I forgive you more than my death-blow -I forgive you this.' With slow and solemn utterance she spoke, and paused, fainting at the close of this effort. One more she made,-"Let it be that I have died for this good man:'-and after, there were only murmurs not intelligible, and lips that moved in prayer; and her cold cheek felt not the pressure of her brother's as he lay down by her, prostrate in his despair. Some of her female friends found her as white and cold as marble when they arrived at the foot of the cross;-there, where she had fallen, she lay dead. Leaning against the cross, to which he was no longer bound, stood Eustace like a statue of grief."-He escaped death, but never thought of the deplorable fate of Leonora without horror.

THE UNKNOWN. 3 vols. Paris. 1829.

MANY of the occurrences of the French revolution were as interesting as they were extraordinary, and some of the incidents in this story are calculated to make a strong impression upon the feelings. In order to understand thoroughly the present work, and sympathise with its hero, "one should have loved (says a correspondent of the Athenæum), have fought for liberty and suffered in its cause, have been cast by political storms upon a foreign land, have endured evil, and have lived in destitution and misery. Only four actors appear upon the scene, which is a faithful history of the impressions of a whole life and these are, a young female, loving as she is beautiful; an old emigrant, the courageous defender