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"It was a foul invention of the Unholy One; it was the workmanship of Satan, whose emissary thou art, if thou art not the very demon himself," replied Vivian.

"Ha! ha; the moon rose earlier than usual to-night," continued the being, in a most provoking strain.

"God of Heaven!" ejaculated the half distracted student, "why didst thou suffer my vanity to lead me into this distress. Oh! Vivian, even honours may be too dearly purchased."

"It was a glorious watch," chuckled the wretch, "a most beautiful jewel, rare, costly; there was not another like it in the University-no, that there wan'nt. Your old grandfather gave it you, and the man who made it was dead; nobody else could make such a one. Ha ha! what a good grandfather!"

Vivian did repress the oath that rose to his lips, but his rage for a moment overcame his fear. ،، You blackened scoundrel, you perfidious wretch!" he shouted; if you are a human being you shall pay for your audacity. Help, help-here! ballo!" and he darted to thewindow as he spoke, with the intention of throwing open the shutters, and calling some one to his assistance. But before he could undo the bolt, the tones of such diabolical laughter pealed upon his ear, that his whole frame seemed paralysed with dread. "Ha! ha! ba!" the sounds came ringing along, till the student was petrified with terror. 64 Ha! ha! ha!" a thousand echoes seemed to reverberate the peal, till at length Vivian was fairly stanned, and sunk half senseless upon the floor.

For a few moments only was he allowed to lie there. The voice of the being was heard summoning him to arise, and Vivian could not disobey; he got up, as it were instinctively. The creature's eyes gleamed like fire: never had the student beheld such dreadful orbs; they rolled about-burning and sparkling horribly. "Ha! ha ha!" the first sounds that greeted Vivian's ear were the same notes of infernal laughter that had alarmed him before.

"Do you know this jewel?" demanded the being.

He laid it upon the table-it was the watch, the very watch which Vivian had received from his hands on the Gog-Magog Hills, and which, in the delirium of his excitement, he had flung into the river. Yes, there it was, the same identical watch, lying upon the table, and sparkling before his eyes. How the blood rushed tingling to his brain, as his glance fell upon it! Do you know this jewel?" repeated his tormentor, with a most sarcastic smile.

Vivian's tongue was glued to his lips. ""Tis a pretty toy," continued the old man, not heeding the student's silence, " very pretty toy ;-Hestor M'Gregor had not such an one. Do you remember it, Vivian?" Still was Vivian silent. Yes, he remembered it well enough; never could he forget it, though a thousand years of existence were granted him.

The clock struck twelve,onetwo, three-four; the leaden hours of "old father Time" roll on very leisurely when we are in a hurry for their departure: one would almost think they stayed to mock and jeer us. The clock struck twelve, and Vivian thought he had never before heard it strike so provokingly slow. He had hoped at midnight to see the being calmly take his departure; and as the last deep note of the surly monitor rang upon his ear, he half expected to see him rise from his seat; but the old man had no such intention, the warm fire-side was better than the cold night air, so he continued to sit on, casting at the same time, a most malicious, fiendish leer at the terrified student."It is a beautiful jewel after all, and it may be your's again. What say you?"

"Never! Oh, say not it may be mine again-never! never!" answered Vivian, in a stifled shriek.

"The bargain is not hard, and is easily made; besides"Besides what?"

"Ah! what? Pretty girls love jewels; those eyes that looked upon you so smilingly, as you pressed through the town to-day to get your boat,-do you remember them?"

Vivian must have remembered them, for he started as if a thunder-bolt had struck him; and we do not often start, and, blush moreover as red as a new-blown rose, when bantered about the coquettish glances of some fair "demoiselle," if there be no truth in the matter.

"Pretty girls love jewels,-she would like this watch, Vivian, oh! what a present on the marriage morning; and you have taken your degree, you know, and care nothing for a fellowship Come, what say you?"

Vivian did not know what to say: he was most sorely puzzled as well as frightened. The creature before him could not, then, be of this world, for to no living soul had he breathed a word about the fair girl of whom he had been reminded; and no eye but his own bad marked the pretty glance, that said a thousand things as it met and answered to his own on the morning. Vivian did not know what to say, but he contrived an answer.

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"At what cost may it be re-purchased?—at what further risk? 'Nothing, as regards yourself, but much as concerns another!' "Whom?"

"The person to whom you give it."

"What, HER! foul fiend!" Vivian's blood rose, and came rushing to his face. "Dark and infernal villain! I charge thee, by the name of God, that thou depart from this room, and leave me to myself: if I have sold myself to thy base and diabolical arts, upon my own head come the consequences. Madness, madness,-raging madness! if thou wilt; but upon her's-upon her pure and sacred cheek, not even the sunny breath of summer should fall, if it left one tint behind it darker than the fair complxeion over which it played. Go-go! now, this instant! I exorcise thee by the name of God, to depart!"

"The name of God! why namest thou that to me? I that care not for God nor devil, angel nor demon, saint nor sinner. Theodore Vivian, I have watched thy destiny from thine infancy; I have marked the rising of the stars, and their courses, and their setting; I have listened to the sound of the blast, and the howling of the night breeze, and I have heard only thy name in all its utterance; thy name and mine-for they were both mingled together-have rung and echoed upon mine ear. Yes, tremble not; my name-for I have a name, though it would freeze thy young blood to hear it. And this have I learned from observation, that thy destiny and my own were connected, -yes, by a tie which thou, poor moital, couldst not shiver; by a bond which neither heaven nor earth shall break. My time, the time allowed me by the superintending order of fate, to which I owe my existence, is now elapsed-and we perish together!"

As the being said this, he rose from his seat, and approached towards the student. Stealthily he planted his right foot forward, with his piercing, snake-like eye fixed all the while upon Vivian. The latter could not fly: he was as the bird fascinated by the serpent-bound, rivetted to the floor, and yet resolute in the midst of his alarms. There was a silence, still and deathlike: it could not last; Vivian's brain reeled with delirium, like the intoxication of a person drunk with laudanum. A thousand figures danced about the room,-a thousand fancies came flashing across his brain; images and forms innumerable, changing with the pulsation of every moment;-even the watch, that cause of all this mysterious peril and agony, assumed a thoesand different shapes; as it lay upon the table, Vivian's eyes rested on it for a moment; the being had sprung upon him, and he now felt himself half suffocated in his grasp. He must make one effort-he must wrestle with his antagonist, though it were with a super-human foe. He put forth all bis strength. but to no purpose. He felt the creature's breath come burning hot against his cheek; and his eyes,-oh! the glaring of those fiery orbs like red hot ccals did they shine out from their sockets. Vivian never looked upon a sight so awful. He could oppose him no longer, his brain swam round; he sank down, and the being fell with him. "It is done;" he shouted; "now hear your curse!"

Vivian's ears were opened to catch the awful words: he gasped for breath; his hair stood on end with fright, as he listened to his sentence. The being spoke at last. The student caught the sounds, and heard the voice of some one bending over him-the voice, as he thought of the dread old man, beneath whose grasp he crouched, say, "Why, Vivian! are you not coming out of chapel to-night?" Vivian opened his eyes in the greatest amazement, and found himself kneeling by the side of one of the forms, and his friend Philip Forester stooping down to awaken him, while all the other men were leaving the chapel. "Why, Vivian, you have slept over all the prayers. What in the world have you been about? You surely were not in bed last night."

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And when the Winter with his cold hand chains
The fluent freedom which in me abided,
Ye may behold me fix'd in crystal plains-
And o'er me glide, swiftly as I have glided.

I am the seed whence grew the unfathom'd ocean,
Boundless, and crested with a foaming glory!

I form the billows whose eternal motion

Shakes the strong rock, and fells the mountain hoary: Without me the wide earth were desolate,

Its sweet corruption, and its verdure sere; And splendour waits upon my flowing state, Or in the curving wave, or orbed tear!'

Atom of the earth-filling element !

I cast thee now into thy kindred sea :

Lo! thou art mingled

As spirit singled

From Nature's soul, awhile in us to be,

Is given to the Great Vast, and with its depths reblent.

ROSALIE GLENALVON.

A LEGEND OF OLD TIMES.

He sue for mercy-he dismayed

By wild words of a timid maid;

He wrong'd by Venice, vow to save

Her sons devoted to the grave?

No! though that cloud were thunder's worst,

And charged to crush him, let it burst." BYRON'S Siege of Corinth.

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THE quarrels and broils which took place between the rival Castles of Glenalvon and C- during the incessant feuds of the middle ages, have often been made the subject of historical anecdote. The custom of the times, which permitted a baron to arm every serf and dependant upon his estate, to summon them from their respective occupations, either to defend his person within the walls of his own fortress, or to lead them forth into the field of battle, was the constant source of the fiercest and most sanguinary bloodshed. Nor was the hostility thus engendered between the followers of different nobles, suffered to die with the feud which had awakened it. Years after would fathers deter their children from associating with the offspring of their former opponents, and even these would form themselves into clans, and wave the banner and brandish the sword. Marriages were prevented-young men were separated from their mistresses, only from the unlucky remembrance that their respective fathers had once followed the fortunes of different lords, and fought under different ensigns.

The Lord of Glenalvon was descended from one of those nobles who had accompanied the Conqueror to England, and traced his lineage from among the most honourable families in Normandy. He was proud and haughty in his demeanour; resolute and inflexible in the performance of those actions which he considered his duty, but beyond which, no soul, with the exception of his sovereign, could move him. His domestics and retainers feared while they respected him. His wife and children even, though they loved him, trembled in his presence. "Insult Glenalvon, and set the devil loose," was a proverb. "I will not only set him loose, but I will run him down afterwards," was the vaunt of the neighbouring Baron of C. The Lord of Glenalvon smiled when he was told of it, but it was the last smile that ever played upon his lips. Three days only had

elapsed ere the walls of C were surrounded by a large number of Glenalvon's followers, headed by their lord himself, and an assault made upon the fortress. It was however unsuccessful-but Glenalvon vowed vengeance at a future time.

The Lord of C was not the man to suffer such an at. tack to be made with impunity. Fiery and impetuous in his nature, he could little brook the indignity which, forgetting that he was the original aggressor, he conceived himself to have sufferred. He commenced reprisals by destroying the cattle which had been found straying within his grounds, and which were the property of his sometime rival, and now undoubted foe: then summoning his dependants together, he set out to repay the attack made upon his own castle, by a more resolute assault upon that of Glenalvon.

The aged warder was pacing backwards and forwards upon the battlements, when the enemy appeared in sight. They advanced with a slow but determined march. A large banner, on which were inscribed the arms of their chieftain, floated in the breeze." To do or die!" was their watch-word.

The old lord was sitting very comfortably in the baronial hall -a huge flagon of ale foamed upon the table before him, from which he ever and anon took a hearty draught, and smacked his lips ere he replaced it. The warder suddenly broke in upon his enjoyment.

. They are come my lord."

"Who are come?"

"The vassals of yon upstart Baron."

"Who sent them hither? By my father's God, but they shall rue this, if sword and courage are to be found in Glenalvon! Who leads them?"

“ My eyes are dim, and I may not well discern their leaderbut their numbers are many, and their armour glitters in the sunshine," answered the warder.

“Ah! say you so? Assemble the men-have up the drawbridge. Maiden," he continued, addressing an attendant," where are my sons?"

"In the court, drawing the long-bow with their sister," was the respectful reply.

"Send them to me immediately," ordered the Baron. It is unnecessary to detail the particulars of the siege. The castle of Glenalvon,-that fortress which was ever deemed impregnable, which had defended itself against so many fierce assaults, became a prey to the invaders. The castle of Glenalvon was taken, and its lord perished in the fight.

Once in possession of the enemy's walls, the Lord of C—set no bounds to his cruelty. The death of the Baron, which took place in the onset of the attack, disappointed the revenge which he would have otherwise wreaked upon a captured foe. But he turned his anger to another quarter. The lady of Glenalvon was inhumanly put to death, while the bloodhounds who murdered her gloated in her tortures: the three noble sons of the baron were imprisoned in one of their own dungeons, only to survive till a better opportunity arrived for their execution; while Rosalie, their sister Rosalie, the fairest flower amongst God's fair creation, was reserved for a still worse and more detestable design. Of such kind are the events and proceedings which distinguished the feudal ages in England,

Poor Rosalie! the loveliest maiden within a circle of threescore miles of her father's castle-who had been sheltered in his bosom and soothed by his caresses; to whom the smile of her mother was of more value than the sparkling jewels which adorned her beautiful and swan-like neck; poor Rosalie, who mingled in the sports and pastimes of her brothers with all the delight and eagerness of youth, without parting in the least degree with that robe of feminine modesty which is the distinguishing ornament of woman-was now to be torn for ever from their embraces, to fall into the hands of a brutal and inhuman monster.

The Lord of C did not come alone to the attack-he

was accompanied by a younger brother, whose breast, though cruel by nature, and rendered more hardened by the sanguinary occupations in which he had been brought up, was still open to the voice of humanity; and the entreaties for mercy which the gentle Rosalie had uttered, had served not a little to mitigate his ferocity.

The brothers were seated, on the night after the taking of the castle, by the side of a blazing fire in the ball before mentioned. "Cannot we bestow some pity upon this poor girl, and spare the lives of her brothers ?" said the younger.

"And can the drivelling of a girl overcome your bravery, Edgar? By my soul, I thought you had more courage."

" But her tears, and her prayers-they are so tender ! I am not the man who would quail and tremble at the approach of danger-I have already proved that ; but, somehow or other, I am strangely moved in her behalf."

"Fool! she shall not die. Did I not tell thee that her flesh was too fair for the crows of the air to feed upon? And what other destiny can she desire, more than to be mistress in Ccastle ?"

"But her brothers-shall we take their lives? We have made her already an orphan, and

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"And what? Preserve them!-the offspring of our greatest enemy-the cubs of the tiger we have destroyed! Think ye they would thank us for our humanity? How many days ere we should have again to draw the sword against them ?" "But could we not shew some mercy ?"

"Mercy! Oh, yes: such mercy as they would have shewn us, had we fallen into their hands. Would they not have glutted their vengeance with the sight of our death-throes? Would they not have desolated the hearth of our ancestors, and have heaped dishonour upon our father's name? And shall we be less forward to avenge our cause than they? No, Edgar! ere to-morrow's sun be risen a spear's length in the heavens, they shall be hanging from the highest tree within the castle." "Then may their blood be upon your head! Ave Maria, miserere mei!" ejaculated Edgar.

There was a long silence in the hall. It was at length broken by the elder brother. Whom did the maiden mean, when she spoke of Arcourt D'Avency?"

"I know not," returned the other, "unless it be her lover, who is gone to the Holy War."

"Ha! ha! and has the girl a lover? By my soul, she will never pair with him then;" and thus he chuckled in his merriment.

We will leave these wretches to their repast and conversation, while we visit the three prisoners in their dungeon.

"In a dark and gloomy cell, where sunbeam never entered, and which no light, save the few faint beams which were shed from a flickering lamp, ever illuminated, the noble sons of the unfortunate Lord of Glenalvon were immured. There was a fourth person in the dungeon, who had been spared amidst the general slaughter which had taken place, and who had come to perform the duties of his high and holy office. It was the aged priest.

"Let us not murmur, my friends and children," said the good old man, while the tears all the while were chasing each other down his cheeks; "we are called to endure tribulation in this life, even as our blessed Master endured it before us," and he crossed himself.

"I care not for myself," replied the eldest of the brothers with a sullen air; "but for my sister, if one hair of her head be harmed He stopped suddenly, as if the bare thought

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thing!" and his tears broke out afresh. "Evil has come upon the house of Glenal von," he continued, "even in these last days, when my sun is well nigh set. Oh! that I have lived to see this day "

"My dear father,” exclaimed a soft and musical voice, “do you too give way to sorrow?" and the speaker clasped the neck of the aged priest.

It was Rosalie. The old man looked up. In his eyes never had she looked so beautiful as at that moment. He clasped her to his bosom, and would have blessed her aloud, but the violence of his grief prevented him.

"Let me go, my father," said the gentle girl, "let me go, that I may see my brothers ;" and she threw herself into the midst of their embraces.

“Thank heaven, Rosalie at least is uninjured !" exclaimed the eldest.

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And heaven will be kind to us all," replied his sister "I have knelt before our persecutors, and entreated your lives, and they told me that your bones should whiten in the cold night air, and that the crows and the ravens should feed upon your young flesh but strong as they are, there is an arm that is stronger than they."

"And that arm will protect us," said the priest. Rosalie, my pretty one, have they not injured thee?"

"But

They have slain my father and my mother," answered Rosalie, "and my brothers they will put to death. Can they arm me more?" And yet," she continued after a pause-"and yet are their hearts so hard? Can no voice of pity move them? Go to them, my father-go; they will not despise thy age."

"And would their hearts, which thy tears, maiden; could not soften, yield to the entreaties of a poor decrepid priest ?"

Then will I go myself again ;" and as she spoke, she rose from her hard cold seat; "then will I go. No! they never can refuse me. I will throw myself at their feet-I will overcome them by my tears. Yes my brothers, you shall be free."

"Rosalie, Rosalie, you shall not go. Go not near them! The tiger of the desert hath more pity than they," exclaimed the brothers. But she had already disappeared, and her footsteps now echoed along the passage.

The murderers were still seated by the fire, when Rosalie entered.

"Ah! ah!" shouted the elder; "the maiden of Glenalvon is welcome. Pri'thee, be seated by my side, fair one. Why, how now! What is this?" he continued, as Rosalie threw herself at his feet.

"For my brothers' lives,-if there is a God in heaven whose vengeance you dread-spare them!" There was a solemnity in her tone, which for a moment silenced the man whom she addressed.

"Could we not bestow some mercy?" interposed the other, taking advantage of the silence.

"Mercy, thou drivelling fool! Get thee gone for a whitelivered coward as thou art. Girl-thy brothers shall die. I have said it-they shall die: on the tallest tree within thy father's castle their bones shall bleach to all eternity-at least, till a stronger arm than mine shall take them down."

"Have you no sons," she continued-"no sons whose death you would deplore-no heart which would break with sorrow for their loss ?"

"Maiden! I have no sons ;" and the wretch shuddered as he spoke. "Once

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"Have you no sister, who would feel for you, as I shall feel for my brothers?"

"I have no sister."

"And you will not spare their lives?"

"Maiden, I will not. Hark ye! thy father would have taken my life—would have glutted his revenge with the last drop of my blood, had I fallen beneath his grasp. I had sworn to extirpate

his race, for I had owed him vengeance for an ancient feud; and now-now that the time is arrived when I can reap my fill of satisfaction, shall I, like yon fool, become a drivelling craven, because a silly girl whines at my feet? The sons shall track the path of their father's blood as they did that of the blood of others; and thou, pretty one," he continued, softening his voice, "shalt"

"Shalt what?" shrieked Rosalie, starting to her feet, as a sudden thought for the first time flashed across her mind. "Oh, my God can this wretch live ?"

"Shall become the misttess of C castle, my dearest and

"God forbid" shouted Rosalie. "O though monster, wouldst thou add insult to injury? Wouldst thou harm a poor unprotected girl? Hearken!" she continued, and there was a dignity in her manner as she addressed him, with her snow-white arm lifted on high, and her dark raven tresses falling upon her shoulders; "hearken, I conjure you! You have told me that to-morrow's sun should look upon my brothers' dying moments. See that it look not upon your graves! You have made me fatherless-he fell by your hand in battle. You have made motherless-she perished, the victim of your remorseless cruelty. See that ye make me not brotherless also-that ye send me not into the world friendless, houseless, unprotected! They told me that the tiger of the desert had more pity than ye have; and they told me truly. O thou God! who art in heaven, and who hearest prayer, and thou Blessed Mary, ever a virgin, who intercedest in our behalf, may these wretches fall by the end which they would doom to others; and yet, do thou, O Father, have mercy on their soul."

"Thou art eloquent to-night, my maiden," said the elder, with an affected laugh, which did not however conceal the uneasiness which he felt. But Rosalie had left the room.

"I told you so," began the other. May the blood which is shed be upon your head alone! Sancta Maria, miserere—miserere meie," and he crossed himself.

Two hours had scarcely elapsed since Rosalie had disappeared, when the sound of festivity was to be heard within the walls of Glenalvon castle. The long table in the hall was set out with viands of different kinds, while flagons of ale and wine, the never-failing sources of mirth and merriment, foamed and sparkled upon the board.

"Give us music-give us music," shouted the elder of the brothers.

"There is a harper in the court below, young Waltheof, the son of the Saxon Yffa," answered one of the attendants.

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Eh! how came he there?-but mind not-send him up; and where is the fair daughter of Glenalvon, that I may dance with her, and court her love?"

"She passed the gate but now, in the direction of the Saxon woman's cottage; old Yffa nursed her, they say when a child, and the poor thing would needs go down to rest a bit there.

"Bring up the minstrel," continued the lord, "and fill your flagons. Edgar, will ye never cease to mope for that foolish girl?-fill your flagon-Glenalvon has a good cellar-choice wines; drink, drink. Eh! sir harper-be seated by the board. How thy face is muffled up, man!"

"I fear the cold night-air," replied the minstrel. "I heard that ye feasted here to night, and I would needs play for your entertainment."

"Eh! on my soul, a good fellow. What is thy country, minstrel? and thy name?"

"I am a Saxon by birth," returned the youth, "and my name is Waltheof."

"A right merry fellow !-give him wine, give him wine." An attendant filled a flagon, and presented it to the minstrel ; he lifted it to his lips, but there were those who noticed that he did not drink.

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"By my troth, a good song-a right merry song-a very good song," interrupted the Baron; "give him wine-more wine; old Glenalvon was pretty choice of his wines, it seems."

The minstrel frowned. "And you seem to be making pretty free with them too," was his remark.

"Right, right. Ha, ha!-but, warder are the gates fast closed? or while we are listening here to the sound of music, the foe may come in, and like the Danes, we may be entrapped to

our cost."

"The Danes are not the last who may be entrapped to their cost, by the sound of harp and the voice of music," observed the minstrel drily.

"Right again. By my soul, but you are a shrewd lad. Come, Edgar drink! drink while you may. What did she say? that to-morrow's sun shall shine upon our graves. Ha, ha! Drink then while we may, for to-morrow we shall drink no more'Edamus et bibamus, cras enim moriemur,'

as the Priest says, when he reads from that book called the what is it called ?—but never mind; what else does it say?" "Woe to them that drink wine and strong drink," answered the minstrel.

"Ha! is it so? Then there is woe in my cup, and in old Glenalvon's too, if one may guess from his wine store. Ha, ha!"

The minstrel's eyes flashed fire. "You ssem to make very free with the name of old Glenalvon, as you call him-may be, if he were here, he would not thank you for your civility."

“Ah! what? my pretty youth-thou hast a good spirit, truly; but what is this Glenalvon to thee? Didst thou play to him when his daughter sat upon his knee, and fondled him with her childish caresses?-was she not a beautiful girl, think ye!"

The minstrel's brow was again clouded. "I have seen the Lord of Glenalvon," he replied, "when his daughter sat upon his knee-and have heard him bless her, and pray that her innocence may be always her protection from the wiles of villainy."

The Baron answered not; and again the wine, and again the song went round. Ere another hour had elapsed, they were lying fast asleep upon the floor. The minstrel left the room.

The three sons of the Lord of Glenalvon were alone in their cheerless dungeon, while the above scene was being transacted in the ball of their father's castle.

"Our sister Rosalie !" said the youngest: "Poor girl! if she were but safe from the power of those ruthless tyrants! Would that Arcourt D'Avency were here: his arm is brave, and his sword is strong."

"And for the love of Rosalie he would wield it in our defence." "Fierce and inhuman monsters?" exclaimed the eldest, who partook of the fiery nature of his father. "My brain burns with fury at the thought but no! they dare not harm her -she is too innocent-wretches as they are, they dare not." "Eh! dare they not?" returned the other. "Saw you how they exulted over the corpse of our mother, when she lay bloody and headless upon the turf? Oh my God! that I could break from this prison. How came Rosalie here but now?"

"The keeper admitted her to follow Father Gregory-but the door is fast now; I heard the bolt turn when he went out Hark! it is opened again," continued the speaker, as a harsh grating sound echoed upon their ears.

And it was indeed opened, and the noise of footsteps was heard advancing along the passage that led to their dungeon. The being stood at the threshold.

"To life or death?" said the elder brother. "To life and freedom!" answered the stranger. "Do ye know me?"

"The figure is that of Waltheof, the minstrel, but the voice is not his-it should be that of Rosalie-"

"Bravo! bravo! And have I so disguised myself, that even my own brothers do not know me?"

"What! Is it Rosalie ? Why, how is this?"

"Ask no questions, but follow me quickly: you are free!” They waited not for a second invitation: in a few minutes they had reached the court-yard. "For heaven's sake, who has done this?" was their simultaneous exclamation, as they looked towards the mass of building which formed the interior of the castle. The whole was wrapped in volumes of smoke-flames were bursting forth from every window.

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For heaven's sake, who has done this, Rosalie? and who has blackend thy face, and disguised thee in the habit of the Saxon Waltheof?"

"Yffa, the Saxon woman, blackened my face," replied Rosalie; "and she clothed me in her son's garments, and she gave me his harp, and she bade me go forth and give them music and melody. I did so, my brothers, and they knew me not,-knew not the poor girl, who but a while ago knelt at their feet till she was spurned from them-knew me not in the Saxon boy's disguise. I saw the fumes of the wine-our father's wine-render them senseless. Oh, my brothers, we are free now!"

"But who kindled yon flames? who fired that building?" "I kindled those flames-I fired that building-I piled up faggots from the court-yard, and without trembling applied the torch. I saw the flames rise higher and higher, till they kindled the beautiful roof and the carved wood-work, upon which our father so prided himself. I saw our enemies fall, even as those scorched and blackened walls shall fall. What of it? said I not, that to-morrow's sun should shine unpon their graves? The castle of Glenalvon perishes with fire; the flames which destroy the glory of our ancestors have destroyed our foes! My brethren!-WE ARE FREE!"

One year had scarcely elapsed since the destruction of Glenal. von castle, ere a new and splendid building had arisen upon its site. Tower after tower, battlement after battlement, shot up one after another. It seemed almost the work of magic. Nor was this all. On a fine summer morning a bridal procession might have been seen to emerge from the walls of the castle, and pursue its progress till it arrived at the chapel belonging to the fortress and village of Glenalvon. There were youths and maidens with white banners and garlands of flowers, and there was the sound of music, and the melody of the harp. The bridegroom wore a large red cross upon his shoulder, a token that he had fought in the Holy Wars in Palestine. Three brothers followed in the procession; they were the three sons of the Lord of Glenalvon, and, reader-the bride was their sister, Rosalie. W.

STANZAS FOR AN ARABIAN AIR.

I

BRIGHT, bright is the eye of the wild gazelle,
And her footstep fleet and free;

And white is the pearl, when its native well
Mirrors the blush of the coral-bell
On the pomegranate tree;

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