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a well-tried blade, and Guido, seeing | poor peasants hard by, and I find me make such preparations for a des- that almost all of my companions perate assault, and thinking it fit to have paid the forfeit of the law. This defend himself, drew a huge broad morning I was attracted by this sesword. I advanced, and was making questered place of concealment, with a thrast, when, lifting up his weapon what degree of success you well on high, he made it descend on mine know.” with such terrible force, that it broke in two, and I fell. The stern villain I confess that this narrative exwaved bis steel thrice o'er my head, ceedingly disappointed me. From the and told me to arise, and interrupt title, and what Sir Robert Bradgate him no more. He then strode off, had always told me of it, I expected having first spread a cloak over his to find it an interesting and animated giant limbs, to conceal a dark lantern narrative, conveying both information and a lighted match tied to his belt. and amusement. But, alas! the ego

“ I arose, and looked after the fel tism and cunning of the Jesuit seems low with some sensations of dread, to have prevailed in his story, and I for his almost supernatural strength find myself compelled to make a few half inclined one to believe him a de- remarks rather unfavourable to him. mon. I was now bound to him by First, on his egotism, wbich is exthe same ties of gratitude as I was to cessive. We have in the commenceMonteagle, for he had spared my life ment of his account of the plot a long when he had it in his power, and I narrative of what he thought, and did, knew not whose interest ought to pre- and felt; but when others come upon dominate. I was still perplexed, and the scene, how brief and short his almost wishing that he had plunged story is! He slurs over what would his steel in my bosom, when I per- be interesting passages, in the most ceived some men carrying lights, who inexcusable manner, particularly the went towards the vaults where Guido characters of Catesby, Piercy, &c.; had descended. They were headed and, I think, only mentions Guido by a man whom I had often seen, and Fawkes (or Guy Fawkes, as he is consequently recognized Sir Thomas more commonly called, because he Knevett.

was too prominent a figure to be “ The thought that the plot was omitted. discovered, and the king and his no- Next, his cunning. Oswold Desbles saved, chained me to the spot, mond well knew that, although Sir and I awaited the return of the men Edmund had promised to assist his as immoveably as a statue. It was escape, even if he confessed himself not long before the detection of our to be one of the worst of the conspischemes was evident; brawling voices rators, (which I rather think he was,) were heard below, and not three mi- | he would be much more favourably nutes after, I saw Guido brought out inclined, if he represented himself as in the knight's custody. As he pass- averse to the plot. Accordingly he ed, he cast a stern look on me, and passes over what he did, &c. from made motions to counsel my flight. IJanuary till October, which is so did not delay following his advice. I glaring an omission, that I wonder first ran to his house, and informed the knight did not notice it, and dethe conspirators of these circum-mand it should be filled up. He restances, then sought my own, and presents himself as the author of the giving Dame Beatrice some coin for letter to Monteagle, but directs the her long and faithful services, placed baronet to report, for its contents; and the rest in my pockets, and bade her upon referring to the History of Engfarewell for ever.

land, I find that the writer ascribes “ I have since wandered about the his interest in the fate of Monteagle country, like Cain, seeking refuge in to friendship for his relations, and not woods, caves, and hollow trees. Ifor himself. He talks about his reshun a town or a village, and if I re- morse, yet his thoughts on that occapose in a human habitation, it is but sion, on November 4th, are old, and in the lone cottage that stands alien- without passion. As to his combat ated from all others on the desert with Guy, although I cannot of course moor. Every day I learn the tidings, deny the fact, yet when we consider by venturing into the society of the his interest to appear a " white fire,

sheep," and that he speaks with all | With gloomy aspect and terrific mien, the impetuosity of a hot-brained | Og, king of Bashan, and his peers were seen.

| Wildly they yell'd as in the fiery pool youth, when in fact he was old, med

old, They roll'd their bodies dever more to cool. (according to the narrative of Sir Ro- There sprites and demons with malignant spite, bert prefixed to the “ Historie of the | Add to the horrors of unbroken night. Plotte,” which was, I believe, collect- Serpents they throw, which hissing fix their ed from authentic sources,) the cir- ... sting

Within the vitals, and new sufferings bring. cumstance appears highly improbable.

e: There lightnings flash'd froin beds of liquid Altogether, the chief interest of the story is to observe the cunning and And shew'd the vengeance of Jehovah's ire egotism of Oswold; and the only in Casting a deadly hue on all around, teresting part which can be deemed

Wbich only serv'd to terrify the mind

As it beheld the arch-apostate, wbo true, is the commencement; where,

CIO, Dwells there in midnight with his hellish crew. however, he speaks with a levity ut- There Lucifer, amidst bis fallen pride terly incompatible with the remorse Rose forest-crested like a mighty oak which he asserts preyed on his mind. Struck by the lightning, or some lofty tower “ Et sic lector vale.

W bich feels the incessant blast of struggling

winds, ARTHUR HOWARD.

That bowl amidst its rains; his stern brow Nov. 25, 1824.

Seem'd to bespeak revenge in all its forms, (To be continued.)

Tbat rag'd relentless in bis ruthless breast.
Fall of dread malice and of vengeful spite,

Near bim sat one, well skill'd in all the arts
POETRY.

Of wily stratagem and cunning thought,

Planning destruction to the multitudes
THE DEATH OF MOSES.

Encamp'd round Nebo, on the plains of Moab.

On right and left, obedient to their lord, (Continued from col. 175.)

Stood there in waiting, ready for despatch, Thus they in heaven; but other thoughts en Like menial servants, imps of baggard look, gage

Who knew full well the methods to deceive The powers of darkness, wbo assembled sat Tbe weak credulity of ignorant men. In grand divan and consultation foul.

There spirits foul of wizards stood and gaz'd The scouts of Belial, always on the alert, With ears wide open to receive his words, When roaming round to seek for human prey, Who rose in majesty, and thus began :Had in their prowlings chanced that way to pass,

“ Hear me, companions in my misery, Where lay the body of the patriarch.

Ye who have shar'd my fortones, carst exiles This when they saw, with hellish joy, the fiends From yon blest regions of unsullied light, Shot like a meteor o'er the dark profound, To which there's no return; no hope is left For night bad drawn her curtains o'er the sky, Our seats of glory to regain, for we Whichi seem'd more dismalas no star appear'd, Have forfeited our title to that heav'n Nor shining moonbeam, to dispel the gloom Wbere reigns the eternal God, our only foe, That hang on all around: the hallow'd fire Whose power we feel, but cannot love Him That rose sublimely on the sacred tent,

pow. In which was laid the mystic mercy-seat, Hear then, ye assembled legions, as we've With cherubim, whose wings o'ershadow'd all, Jost Tower'd like a pillar; but from such a sight | Yon thrones of happiness, once call'd our own, They howling fied, and dare not stop to gaze, As we are doom'd alike these fires to feel, But sped along, and darted through the air | Which glow intensely with the wrath of Like vivid lightnings, or the rushing winds

beav'n, Of some dread hurricane, that sweeps along Up and be doing ; let's no more delay, Swift as a comet flying through the air,

But seek to find the best and readiest way Nor stopt a moment till they reach'd the place To wreak our vengeance on the sons of God. Where the arch-fiend, surrounded by his bosts, | Led on by Moses through you desert land, On tbrones of sulphur sat in awful state. It is decreed that Jacob's seed shall fall

Heirs to yon Canaan where our altars are. There might be seen the soul of Abiram And if the people are dispers'd and slain, With that of Dathan, and the rest who fell Which, as I understand, will be the case, With Korah, heads of the conspiracy

Then bid adieu to blood of infants burn'd Rais'd 'gainst th' anointed of the Holy One. Within the shrine of Moloch; farewell all In dreadful anguish too was Pharaoh's ghost Those reeking victims, in whose piercing cries Doom'd to sustain the vengeance of the hand We hear such melody, a sacrifice Which he despis'd, when awful plagues were Grateful to all the hosts that throng these sent

realms.” By nature's Roler to convince the king There is a God all mighty to fulfil

He ended, and a burst of loud applause His holy pleasure, and bis righteous will. Shook the dread regions of this Tartarus ; In madd’ning fury ray'd the imps of hell, When from the midst uprose Adramelech, Increasing torments constantly to feel,

A fiend whose prowess often had been tried Writhing in agonies wbich ne'er must end, In war and council, whose infernal power As ap the gulf the flames to beav'n ascend. | Had gain'd accessions to his conquering arm,

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And led his captives bound in clanking chains, l Thus spoke the fiend, and acclamations rang Trophies of victory o'er the sons of men. | Through the wide cavern, thundering back the With grace peculiar to bimself he bow'd,

sound And thus address'd the listening audience, Or shouting millions, who bis speech approv'd. which

When, lo! the portals of this dungeon bole In breathless expectation beard bim speak : Flew back astonish'd, as the breathless imps

Brought in the tidings of wbat they had seen. “ Hail, listening spirits, hail, ye demons all, Surprise and eagerness were in their looks, And gloomy imps of darkness, hail, all bail ! | As iow'rd the throne of Lucifer they pressid Here we are met, my friends and sufferers, Midst marsball'd legions, who attention paid To plan and scheme, devise, and think upon, | As thus the spies their tale of wonder told :The sarest way to overthrow yon hosts Which dwell in safety ander yon bright

" Thou potent monarch of these wide docloud,

mains; Shielded by power omnipotent, which burl'd Thou who art own'd and honour'd by the You, my companions, to this noisome place, tribes As our grand master bath before observ'd. Of different nations; thou whose temples rise If Israel's armies gain the promis'd land, In Hindoostan, and Afric, where the rites And overcome the Canaanitish men

Of suicide and homicide are paid; Who pay us homage with their infants' blood, Where towering Jaggernaut, thron'd in his Then farewell rites omnifie of our power

car, On blinded mortals; Philistines will fall, Rides o'er the heaps of frantic devotees, And Dagon's temple bave no worshippers. Crush'd in the general wreck of bones and No skalls will crack amidst the fires that

blood: blaze

Prince of the air, as through the earth we In Moloch's statue ; no more teraphims

roam'd Will be consalted; earth our force defies, In search of something to reward our toil, Oor shrines forsaken, and our names forgot. As o'er yon wilderness we bent our flight, Hear then my counsel; thrones apd powers,

We chanc'd on Nebo's mountain to alight, attend;

Where wand'ring round in lonesome place we Give ear, ye wizards, witches, and ye sprites

spied Of fire, earth, air, and water; all who feel A human body stretch'd along the ground. Strong indignation rising in your breasts Asleep it seem'd, but when we stoop'd to see Against yon highly-favour'd maltitudes, If life was in it, dead it was and cold, That were brought from slavery by the hand Like to its mother earth. But, oh! give ear. Of yon vile murderer; who in Goshen's field Would ye believe it, when we found it was Sinote an Egyptian, of which wounds he died. The tabernacle in which Moses dwelt, Burn not your hearts with fury when ye think His earthly bouse; 'tis levell’d in the dust, of your insulted strength, when sights were And death one more has added to his train seen

Of disembodied spirits : haste and steal Most dreadful to the eyes of rationals,

From off the mountain this vile piece of clay, When the dry dust of Egypt's land became Nor honoar it with barial; bring it here, Lice that tormented Pharaob and bis bosts ? And we will wreak our vengeance on the dead, Your mighty power was mock'd, for all your In spite of all that earth or heav'n can do."

arts Prov'd rain and fruitless, nor could all the No sooner finish’d, than the dungeon roar'd, strength

Like Etna's thunders pent within the earth, Of which you're masters, do what Moses did, Howling to gain their freedom in the air. In which dread act alone he took the lead.

But soon 'twas quell’d, as midst the flames

they saw “Now, as the Deity abhors the sight The Prince of darkness rising up to speak. Of heathen idols, and the gods of gold,

He wav'd bis paw, and order spread around, Fashion'd by human fingers, cat and carv'd

So that no breath was heard, for all was still With diligent attention and nice art;

As ruin'd abbey or the silent grave.As he no rival in his sight can bear, We'll tempt the multitudes a calf to make, " This happy hour, if happy I can call Same as before, when Moses from the mount Ought that transpires within this horrid galf, Descended with the tables of the law,

Has brought th' intelligence of Moses' death. Which on its fated head with rage he broke. Now, trosty friends, the welcome time is come, Should this succeed, and Israel still provoke When our fall’n honour will again be rais'd, The God that wrought such wonders in their | When war sball rage, and discord stalk along sight,

With strides terrific midst the Hebrew tents. Kindled afresh, his rage will know no bounds, I'll go this moment, singly and alone, But sweep from off the earth this traitorous With all the terrors I can summon here, crew.

And bring the body off with swiftest thoaght: Then shall our altars, bath'd in human gore,

Nought shall impede my progress; mortals all Present a sight delightful to the eye;

Shall fly my presence, when my power they The sbrieks of victims immolated there, In celebration of some conqaest gain'd, Or butcher'd captives slain to appease the Loud yell’d the fiends, and thrice the carern wrath

shook Of incens'd demon in this lower bell,

With tenfold thunders ; grim despair forsook Will be sweet music in our ravish'd ears, For once their bosoms, quickly to resume Joying to find the mischief raging still.” Her wonted seat, and bring a thicker gloom.

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Now on the chariot-wheels of flashing fire | I know thee well, and quickly would persuade The arch-apostate spread a loathsome cloud Thee to return, nor tarry longer here.” of noxious vapoors; lightnings were the steeds,

To whom the archangel, in an heavenly And bissing serpents twin'd around, were seen. voice :A pitchy mantle o'er his back he flung, “ Satan, I know thy cunning, well thou canst Hemm'd round with scorpions ; caught by Throw out thy threatenings, but I fear them Avernas,

not. Fed on the cinders of this burning lake. The living Lord is still my shield and strength, His throat belch'd salphur, with an awful In him I'll trust, nor fear the anited force stench,

Of thy battalions, though their numbers were That bade defiance to the veriest dregs

Ten thousand myriads, and ten thousand more. Of filth to imitate. He, with a bound

Thy power is circumscrib'd, thy might is Sprung in bis vehicle, and off be rollid

nought Swift as bis steeds could carry him along. Compar'd with that which built the starry A moment pass'd, and o'er Mont Blanc he heav'ns. drove

The eternal God's my hope and anchor still, With harrying fary; violence was seen To bim alone is praise and honour due.' In all bis movements; soon the seas were

(To be concluded in our next.) cross'd; The equinoctial scarce bad time to gaze, Till out of sight the fiend had fled away. At his approach all nature seem'd to wear

AN EASTER HYMN. A garb more dismal; nought but midnight | How high the heavens! and shall our prayers reign'd,

ascend? As o'er tbe vales he drove the car along.

How low the earth! and is his presence there? The pyramids were measur'd in a trice,

Reason proclaims it, and we most adore ; And all the wilderness by the Red Sea.

Sin shades the earth, but limits not his power. Satan grinu'd horribly, as by the tents

Are angels singing now a Saviour's praise? He wbirling fled; then to the mountain-top

To their high notes our voices let us raise. He swept along, and quickly gain'd the groand. They hymnd his birth-his death amaz'd be

held! As the fell tiger coachant stoops and springs Astonish'd saw the pow'rs of darkness quell'd. With ravening fury on his feeble prey,

Now hail bim victor, and aloud proclaim So Beelzebub, when bis keen eye bebeld

The mighty wonders of Jehovah's name. The stiffening body stretch'd along the ground, Shall man' be backward ? man, for whom be Gnashing his teeth, he matter'd to himself,

bled, Now I am sure to carry off the prize.

Was counted vile, and pamber'd with the dead; When, lo! a cohort of angelic minds

For whom he barst the barriers of the grave, In company with Michael straight appear’d,

Sball man persist bis wretched soul t'enslave? Sailing along in glorious splendour, deck'd

No! rather let him forward boldly press, With blooming laurels; flames of light they | Invade the skies, and join their host to bless seem'd,

Emmanuel's love - acknowledge him their Dispersing darkness from the moantain-top,

King, And spread a beauteous balo all around,

And mighty Captain, who alone could bring Of light proceeding from the throne of God. Salvation down-and bear our souls on high, These caught his eye, and starting back with | To feed on joys thro' vast eternity.

fear, The frantic Lacifer forbore his prey ;.

Woolwich, Kent.

ELIZA. For he well knew their mission; Micbael tben Io peaceful language thus address'd the foe :

FROM AN EPITHALAMIUM OF “From whence art thon, and what thy er

CATULLUS. rand here, That thou thus roaming through these barren As safe from flocks, by ploughs aninjur'd, wastes,

blows, Scowling along in search of boman prey,

In charming solitude, a fragrant rose, Art come to steal this highly-favour'd dust, Callid forth by dews, by suns made fair and Which cloth'd th' immortal mind of Amram's

strong, sou?

By gales "refresh'd, the pride of summer's Thee I advise, forbear this rash attempt,

throng! Nor vainly think to cope with Deity,

The blooming maids are lavish in its praise, Lest all bis thunders barst apon thy head,

The youthful shepherds with fond wishes gaze. And crush thee dewa ten thousand pains to

Bat if the flower be ravish'd from its bed,
By a proud spoiler, and in ruins spread,

No blooming maids are lavisb in its praise, To whom th' apostate : "Wherefore hast | Nor youthful shepherds with fond wishes gaze; thou left

So while the fair one innocent remains, Thy splendid mansion in yon azure skies, The love of all around her she retains; If I may be permitted to retort

But when the flower of chastity is lost, This thy own question back upon thy head ? (Honour tarn'd artful, sounds a gailty boast,) Art thou come out as 'gainst some robber vile, She is not charming in her suitor's eyes, Or murderous chieftain, who has done thee | Nor with esteem can faultless damsels prize. spite ?

J.J.

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THE RED HOUSE.

| " And 'neath the Red walls I will pour out a

tear, A TALE.

And weep o'er the joys that must never WITH REFLECTIONS SUGGESTED BY A RECENT

return;" RIDE OVER MAIDENHEAD THICKET, NOVEM

Fond mem'ry assisted shall • muster ap' there BER, 1824.

Endearments long lost,--and again I will BY A, B.

i mouro!"

I said ; and surveying the mansions around, A STRANGER perplex'd with this devious. (The circle was wide, and enchantingly fair.) way;

Amid all the group not a Red one was found, My friend, can you tell me wbich path to Though nuinbers most goodly and various pursue?"

were there! Note yonder Red House, and no more you need stray,

Disappointed and vex’d, but yet loath to reConspicuous mark! it shall guide you safe tire, through.

I wander'd, and wonder'd, and pazzled my

head; * With eye fix'd intent on the glowing abode, Atlength 1 espied what so rais'd my desire : Rejecting each winding, still keep the straight The very same house--but no longer 'twas track;

Red ! And quickly brought on to the wish‘d-for bigb Its shape stood exactly the same to my eye,

road, Information no more you'll ask for, or lack.'

But youthful no longer, no longer 'twas gay;

Alas! I'd forgotten how time marching by -I bade the “ good morning," and took the Had stol'n the bright Red, and infix'd his advice

deep gray! With vigour, and certainly onward did ride; | Bly horse too seem'd pleas'd-he was there in

Bat soon as recover'd from stupid sarmise,

Dismiss'd each wild wbim that had tortur'd a triceNor once was I lost, the Red House was my I said to myself with a pleasant surprise,

my brains, guide.

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" What funds for reflection this sabject conWbile spring's genial sans illum'd my young | tains!"

breast, I pass'd and repass'd it full many a time;

| The views that so charm'd us in childhood and The landscape around was most splendidly

youth,

When a few silent years have insidiously drest, The landscape within did as splendidly

fied,

Though'sought by the eye of affection and shine.

trath, The landscape within ! stoln its outlines from Recede from the sight~they no longer are Hope mix'd ap bright tints by soft Flattery's The glowings of love-all the heart-thrilling aid ;

joys And handing the pencils and sketchings to Thai « grow with its growth,” and by which The picture was finish'd in all parts--bat Sacoeeded by cares, or bewilder'd with noise,

it is fed, shade!

Tho' yet they exist, they no longer are Red! Much more I could add, but I hasten along, The burry of business, its bustle and glare,

(Lest tevious the story, its interest decay,) The showers of gold 'tis expected to shed; My quick-circling years had roll'd rapidly on, or drop'd in the coffers, or melted in air,

Unseen the Red House, and forsaken its way! Review'd from a death-scene, no longer are Dark clouds bad arisen, and burst o'er my

Red! head,

So honours, and riches, and pleasures, and Soft spring-tide of youth had subsided in

fame, noon;

(The phantoms so gay, by which thousands And deep the meridian sky overspread,

are led,) Each prospect was cover'd with mist and Though sparkling with lustre and burning with with gloom;,

tiame,

A few years escap'd, they no longer are Red! When yet 'twas my bap to be trav’lling again The long-estrang'a paths, o'er the fern- Tbe sinner profane, to all goodness averse, wilder'd waste;

To vile dazz'ling pleasures most heartily wed; I said " The Red House does undoubted re- When“ sin finds him out" at the end of his main,

course Although my bright prospects and sunshine Proves (glitter all over) no more are they are past!

Red! "Its walls I will seek, and beside them be- The miser that bathes in a gold-bedded stream, guile

Till nigh turn'd to metal, his sympathies In view retrospective, the pangs I endure; dead; . The landscape sball meet me, the sunshine, theWhen drown'd in perdition,” will certainly

deem I'll riot in bliss, though I claim it no more! The suare that decoy'd him no longer is Red!

75.-VOL. VII.

Truth,

Red!

Youth,

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