to render it him. She clasped her hands in frenzy, and rent the air, and made the woods echo with her cries, and was on the point of plunging headlong down the steep, and perishing with him, when she beheld him borne a short distance by the surf, to where a large tree lay, which had recently fallen into the Lake. A thrill of hope for the moment shot through her soul, as she saw him seize hold of one of its branches, and with the agility of a squirrel, climb to its highest point, where he sat bestride a limb, almost beyond the reach of the rising billows. With indiscribable emotion she continued to gaze upon him, undetermined what course to pursue, whether to remain near her boy, to whom she painfully felt she could render no assistance, or whether to rush through the wood, and strive to find the camp of her companions, and procure the required aid. The shades of night were now fast gathering,-the wind howled dreadfully, and the angry Lake continued to swell. To find her way through the gloom which hung heavily around, she knew would be impossible; and she therefore determined to remain in her present position, until the moon arose: the objects before her gradually faded from her view, yet still she kept her strained eye turned to the point where her beloved Onedia was. Overcome at length with agitation and intense feeling, she sunk down upon the earth, and endured the killing suspense of an hour's watching, which appeared to her fevered brain an age, until the moon arose. Its light was

only partial;-heavy clouds rolled around, and intercepted its beams, giving an uncertain view of such things as in any degree became visible. During the long, long hour, she at least heard that her son was alive; but now his voice could no longer be recognized. The slanting light of the moon's pale rays fell upon the tree, but Onedia was no longer to be seen,-his seat was vacant; the loved form after which Chia wildly gazed, was not met by her searching vision. The distracting conviction pressed upon her, that he was lost! Despair seized her, she rolled on the turf, and called upon him with maniacal frenzy,-when, again the faint voice of her son met her quick ear; -the cry of "mother" reached her, as he called upon her to help him. She sprang from the earth, looked wildly round, and beheld at a short distance from her, her child, struggling to gain the top of the bank. He raised his little hand for her aid,she rushed forward to save him, already had their hands met, when the earth gave way beneath her feet, and the mother and the son were dashed down the steep, and perished together in the waters of LAKE ERIE.

RESULTS;

OR,

THE HUNTSMAN'S DEATH.

How vast and endless the results which flow,—
Like ocean-tides of happiness or woe,
From things so trivial to the human eye,
That few 'mong myriads can the cause descry;
From which the fate of nations may arise,
Or wand'ring hosts be gather'd to the skies:
But God ordains,-experience teaches this,-
Each minute cause the germ of boundless bliss.

THE sun was not high in the heavens; only some of the loftiest hills in their highest altitudes had yet caught its first bright beams. Morning's grey, still hung like a curtain of gauze, over a considerable portion of the fair county of Leicester. Day's bright regent marched on with majestic strides, until the lofty hill of Bardon looked as if encircled by a vest of fire: while the dewy ex

halations which hung thick upon the hawthorn hedges, appeared, as they glittered in its glowing beams, like strings of pearls or diamonds, affixed there by fairy hands, to give unearthly beauty and magic richness to the scene. No inroads had as yet been made upon the empire of silence by the busy huntsmen, the lowing of cattle, or the bleating of sheep;—all was profound stillness, as upon the first morning of creation, when God said, "Let there be light,-and there was light;" and while as yet, no creature breathed the breath of life.

The clock in the tower of the church at MeltonMowbray struck five, sending forth from its Gothic elevation a deep sound, which reverberated through the still country, and passed from valley to valley, as in mock response. All was again solemn silence, -when, suddenly a loud "hallo,”—and the cry of a pack of hounds floated upon the breath of morn, and seemed at once to break the magic spell. The exhilarating horn called the huntsmen to the field, and, presently, near a score of handsome steeds, bearing, as if unconscious of the weight, their anxious riders, snorted for the chase; and dashing across the country, through Hoby, Sileby, and Woodhouse, directed their way towards Charnwood Forest.

The object of their pursuit was soon discovered; a beautiful male fox was unearthed. The yelping of the dogs, and the cry of the huntsman, soon made the information general; and those who before were far in the rear, in a moment came up

with their fellows. The wily animal for awhile, however, contrived to elude the vigilance of both men and dogs; and when it again broke cover, it was seen at a considerable distance in the country. In that direction, overleaping every impediment, horses and hounds bounded. One horseman far outrode his companions: his snorting steed, with ears erect, and distended nostrils, heeded neither bridle nor bit. The description furnished by Virgil, of the war-horse, which is translated with so much spirit by Dryden, seemed in part to be realized here.

"The fiery courser, when he hears from far
The sprightly trumpets, and the shouts of war,
Pricks up his ears, and trembling with delight,
Shifts pace, and paws, and hopes the promis'd fight.
On his right shoulder his thick mane reclin'd,
Ruffles at speed, and dances in the wind :
His horny hoofs are jetty black and round;
His chine is double: starting with a bound,
He turns the turf, and shakes the solid ground:
Fire from his eyes, clouds from his nostrils flow:
He bears his rider headlong on the foe."

He who bestrode the animal was a fine horseman of about five-and-twenty; elegant in person, and of a connexion, such as prided itself upon its ability to trace an uncontaminated descent, if not from royal blood, at least from some of the most noble and heroic, from the time of the Norman conquest. His companions pressed hard after him,