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thine own gentle heart. Why, mai- of the Countess—she turned her steps den, thou wert not formed in the homewards. same mould! Such a doom as thou It was in the memorable year hast just heard me pronounce over 1647, when the King's affairs had beher would drive thy lowly spirit come so desperate that even his from its earthly tenement! But it firmest friends seemed ready to give will sit light upon her. She hath way to despair, that Dame Priestly courage for that, and more too.” kept her promise towards the inhaBut to thy own affairs now.

bitants of Bradgate. With camblet “ I doubt but few beams of joy gown, hood, and coif, of the purest may light upon them,” said Marian. white, the old woman seized the

Why, look ye, sweet one, for I knob of her ivory-headed cane, and love you too sincerely to deceive with more agility than might have you. When a son is opposed to his been expected from her years took father !—when the hand of the bro- the way to the hall. ther struggles with that of his own Leonard, a younger son of the natural kinsman !-what think you noble owner of the domain, had must be the result of all these things ? adhered firmly by the Stuarts, whilst Woe to the wife who caresses, woe his father and elder brother had been to the mother who bore them. And no less strenuous in the cause of the such is the Lady at Bradgate's lot. Parliament. Many had been the Such is thine, fair Marian!”

broils and heart-rendings this unhapMarian sighed.

py division of opinions had brought “ Where hath the young lad hid upon the family; for the fiery and himself?” demanded Deborah. “Is high-spirited Leonard, impatient of he sick of strife and of bloodshed? control, and reckless of aught that Will he turn to the anxious hearts might be urged unto him by his of those who love him?"

more prudent relatives, stuck closely “I would ask that of you,” said by his king. Nor was it till that the maiden, “ that is my errand here; monarch was too completely encoiled of you, Deborah, who know every in the web of his enemies to admit of thing

relief, that he suffered himself to be “ Whist, silly one, impute no more prevailed upon to listen to the wishes knowledge to me than is becoming of those who loved him. With his

Yet thus far I will enlighten family he had but little intercourse; thee. The hour is not yet come that a few hearts leaned unto him, but shall restore a son to his parent!--a those were of the softer kind. Yet, husband to thee, Marian ! Leonard desperate as the situation of Leonard still struggles with fate. When that seemed to be, there was still one als hour does arrive, I will myself in- ternative, and this, after due consulform thee of it. So hie thee home to tation with the shrewd Deborah, the thy patroness, and 'say to her that anxious Countess determined to old Deborah devotes herself to the adopt. It was to unite the fates of weal of her family—the care of her her discarded son and the betrothed son ; nor hound nor hawk of his shall Marian together, to send them from be injured, whilst he listens to the her into temporary banishment, and advice of those about him.”

to trust to fortune for happier hours ! “Oh, keep your faith, good Dame, Harsh as the measure might seem, keep your faith but in this instance, as regarded the welfare of the gentle watch over the life of young Leonard, girl, the lady deemed it wise to adopt and the blessing of every heart be it; for she well knew the influence with you."

she possessed over the mind of Leo“Of thine too, fair maid; is it not nard, and she hoped that much good so? I love to raise a blush upon might be the result. that cheek,” said the old woman It was late one evening, and after patting her

a long and final conversation with The face of Marian rested for an her maternal guardian, that Marian instant on her shoulder ; she pressed quitted the hall, to steal silently into her ruby lips to hers, and her whole the spacious park which surrounded countenance was lit up with grati- it. Her countenance was mournful, tude, as receiving some instructions and the trembling drop of sorrow from the beldame for the private ear yet rested on her cheek- she moved


onwards beneath the stately rows of her now, you would find her sitting chesnuts that led from the mansion, in the lonely turret of her chamber, whose thick foliage shaded both her in terror and in silence, weeping over and its walls from the rude gaze the evil fortunes that oppress her! of the stranger ; but it was with the “ So soon this change?” cried feelings and the air of one who is Marian. half doubtful, half wishful of what “ You may say soon, poor child. she is about to do—whose heart is The commands of tyrants lack not anxious for the success of her expe- agents to put them into execution. dition, but who trembles under the Suspicions are abroad that young performance of it.

Leonard hides him hereabout.' When she had gained the extremi “ And what of him?” shrieked ty of the spreading chesnuts, the last Marian. glimmer of twilight was fast fading “ Aye, there is indeed the danger.” from the hills. A dark mist had al- She laid her finger wildly upon her ready spread itself over the valley, lip, glanced her phrensied eye upon which, as she immerged into it, com- the maiden, and resumed in the same municated its chilling influence to appalling accents." But never fear, her face and bosom. But Marian pretty one, my faith is pledged to heeded it not, her mind was too thee, and when was it ever broken? sensibly alive to the task she had un Where no risk is, small must be the dertaken to regard either the mois- glory. I will guide thee to him ; ture of the air or the approaching nor shall all the followers of Cromdarkness. She took her way across well prevent me.” the park, nor paused until she reach She laid her hand upon the mantle ed one of the pastures which opened of the trembling Marian, and urged upon the forest. Here Marian rest- her forward, till they reached a low ed; for the noise of fifes and of drums hovel formed amidst the excavations at that moment sounded fearfully of the rocks, and as the door opened, upon her ear, and made her heart a hand half thrust out caught the beat with terror. A few seconds she maid and drew her hastily within. listened—the sounds died gradually “ Is it you, dear girl? So long, away, and the tinkling of the soli- and so impatiently expected! Oh, how tary sheep bell was the only noise drearily have the moments passed.” which succeeded them. Encouraged They were the well known accents by the tranquillity that again appear- of love, and they sank upon the ear ed to reign, the affrighted maiden and heart of the damsel with ten-fold advanced with cautious foot into the sweetness, as contrasted with the open waste; but she had not wan- shrill notes of Deborah, which even dered far, when she was again stare still dwelt upon them. For a short tled by the sharp voice of some one period the old woman suffered them near to her. It was Dame Priestly, to enjoy the transport of meeting on whose countenance sat so much without interruption; it was but a wildness and apprehension as to com- short one. municate itself to Marian.

“ Away, away,” she exclaimed “ The lark of Bradgate from its impetuously, “ere the chains of your nest at so cheerless an hour? Wot enemies encircle you. But there is ye not that hawks and buzzards are one task yet.” She looked mournabroad, fond girl? And what if fully upon them. “ Come, unhappy they should crop your flight, pretty pair, a last look at the Countess you maid?”

must take. To her embrace you Gracious powers," said Marian cannot now go.” eagerly, “what mean you? Those She quitted the hovel with a rapid sounds, –

uneven pace, followed by Leonard “ Aye,” said Deborah, all the and his Marian, nor rested, till the cant of her profession rushing into walls of Bradgate became perceptiher voice and words, “ Those ble amid gloom and distance. sounds savour of captivity and mur

The mansion was built in a quader! You left the Lady Countess drangular form, of brick, so strongfree to walk through the domains of ly cemented together as to appear her husband, unfettered by the com- capable of withstanding the rayages mands of any one; could you behold of many ages. A Gothic chapel, de

corated with the tomb of many a her companion. “ Drive not the noble ancestor, reared its head in the arrow beyond its barb, the point is centre of the building, at the corners quite keen enough, believe me. And of which rose four square towers, you, dear Leonard (turning towards serving the double purposes of stair- him), when you behold those fair case and vestibule to the apartments walls, on which the moon plays so severally connected with them. Be- mildly, does not your heart carry you tween two of these towers, looking beyond them? Are not the cheering full west, was the range of rooms scenes of infancy present? The tennis usually devoted to the Countess's court—the bowling-green-the latuse, and the only side of the building ticed summer-house by the river, on not encircled by the stately chesnut whose banks, beneath whose willows trees, in which it was almost entirely we have sat together, little dreamembosomed. The view from these ing of such an hour as this —" apartments was lovely and pictu She covered her face with her resque, looking up a fair romantic hands as she ceased, and resting it valley, through which the youthful upon them, sobbed bitterly. The disfugitives now trod.

tressed youth threw his arms fondly The roar of the waters, rushing around her; but Deborah, who, notover the steep. declivities on one withstanding her rugged nature, side of them,—the occasional hoarse loved the lady and her children with croak of the raven, disturbed from an affection as ardent as it was sinhis repose as he sheltered among cere, interrupted them hastily. the rocks,--and the distant hum of · Nay, waste not the precious men's voices, pacing to and fro be- moments in grief which can now tween the walls of the mansion,-all avail you not. Look rather to the contributed to the dreadful emotion brighter side of the picture; and with which the hearts of the travel- see, the Countess herself, the noble lers were already fraught--added to dame who reared you, appears to which, the pale beams of the moon, greet and bless you !" partially breaking from behind a The words of the beldame were cloud and shining brightly upon the correct; at an open casement, with windows of their home, rendered arms stretched out, and eyes that those emotions still more keen. In- seemed as if they would dive into voluntarily they paused. Leonard futurity, stood the anxious mother and Marian pressed their hands upon watching for the objects of her solitheir hearts. It was a painful strug- citude, wistful, yet almost dreading gle betwixt affection and necessity. to behold them. « Alas, my mother! and my friend!” “There she stands !- the best of burst at once from their lips, as, mothers, and of wives !”-cried the scarcely conscious of the action, they energetic Deborah, waving her hand sank upon their knees and gazed triumphantly over the prostrate with wild and eager looks upon the couple, and pointing towards their building.

agonized parent, Deborah regarded them earnestly. “ But again I say to you, Weep “ Poor wanderers ! dearer at this not, for the lot is cast into the lap, moment to the heart of your parent and the whole disposing thereof is from than when you glided in costliness above !'and pomp within the walls of yonder She raised them gently, and having stately hall! Well may you mourn succeeded in sufficiently tranquillizing to go hence. But let it be a lesson their spirits, so as to admit of their unto you.”

receiving the farewell wafted by the " Hush, Dame,” said Marian, lady, she conducted them in safety gently, forgetting her own sorrow in beyond the skirts of the forest. her anxiety to spare the feelings of




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SWEET Annie built a bonnie ship

And set her on the sea,
The sails were a' of the damask'd silk,

The masts of silver free.
The gladsome waters sung below,

And the sweet wind sung above,
Make way for Annie of Lochroyan,

She comes to seek her love.
A gentle wind came with a sweep

Ănd stretch'd her silken sail,
When up there came a reaver rude,

With many a shout and hail.
“O touch her not, my mariners a',

Such loveliness goes free,
Make way for Annie of Lochroyan,

She seeks Lord Gregorie.”
The moon look'd out with all her stars,

The ship moved merrily on,
Until she came to a castle high,

That all as diamonds shone.
On every tower there stream’d a light,

On the middle tower shone three :-
“ Move for that tower, my mariners a',

My love keeps watch for me.”
She took her young son in her arms,

And on the deck she stood-
The wind rose with an angry gust,

The sea-wave waken'd rude.
« Oh, open the door, Lord Gregory, love,

Oh open and let me in,
The sea-foam hangs in my yellow hair,

The surge dreeps down my chin.
“ All for thy sake, Lord Gregory, love,

I've sail'd a perilous way,
And thy fair son is 'tween my breasts,

And he'll be dead ere day.
'The foam hangs on the topmost cliff,

The fires run on the sky;
And hear ye not your true-love's voice,

And her sweet babie's cry?"
Fair Annie turn'd her round about,

And tears began to flow,
“May never a babie suck a breast

Wi' a heart sae full of woe.
Take down, take down that silver mast,

Set up a mast of tree,
It disnae become a forsaken dame

To sail sae royallie.”
“ Oh rede my dream, my mother dear-

I heard a sweet babe greet,
And saw fair Amnie of Lochroyan

Lie cauld dead at my feet.”


And loud and loud his mother laugh’d,

“ Oh sights mair sure than sleep,
I saw fair Annie, and heard her voice,

And her babie wail and weep."
O! he went down to yon sea-side

As fast as he could fare,
He saw fair Annie and her sweet babe,

But the wild wind toss'd them sair;
“ And hey Annie, and how Annie,

And Annie winna bide? ”
But aye the mair he call’d Annie,

The broader grew the tide.
“ And hey Annie, and how Annie,

Dear Annie, speak to me?"
But aye the louder he cried Annie,

The louder roar'd the sea.
The wind wax'd loud, the sea grew rough,

The ship sunk nigh the shore,
Fair Annie floated through the foam,

But the babie rose no more.
Oh! first he kiss'd her cherry cheek,

And then he kiss'd her chin,
And syne he kiss'd her rosie lips,

But there was nae breath within.
“Oh! my love's love was true as light,

As meek and sweet was she-
My mother's hate was strong as death,

And fiercer than the sea.



Henry KIRKE White was born engaged in an employment so ille at Nottingham, on the twenty-first suited to his temper and abilities, of March, 1785. His father, John, prevailed on his father, though not was a butcher; his mother, Mary without much difficulty, to fix him in Neville, was of a respectable family the office of Messrs. Coldham and in Staffordshire. Of the school Enfield, attorneys in Nottingham. mistress, who taught him to read As his parents could not afford to and whose name was Garrington, pay a fee, he was (in 1799) engaged he has drawn a pleasing picture in to serve for two years, and at the his verses entitled Childhood. At end of that term he was articled. about six years of age he began to Most of his time that could be spared learn writing, arithmetic, and French, from the duties of the office was, at from the Rev. John Blanchard ; and the recommendation of his masters, when out of school was employed in spent in learning Latin, to which, of carrying about the butcher's basket. his own accord · he added Greek, Some lines “On being confined to Italian, Spanish, and Portuguese. School one pleasant Summer Morn- Some knowledge of chemistry, asing," written at the age of thirteen, tronomy, electricity, and some skill by which time he had been placed in music and drawing, were among under the tuition of a Mr. Shipley, his other voluntary acquirements. are nearly equal to any he after- White was one of those, who feel an wards produced. Next year he was early and importunate craving for made to work at a stocking-loom, distinction. He had already been preparatively to his learning the bu- chosen member of a literary society siness of a hosier; but his mother, in his native town; and soon after seeing the reluctance with which he his election, as Mr. Southey relates,

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