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him a handful of money, and hastened to the house in the room to relieve, and he feared to leave it lest he that had been pointed out.

should lose the opportunity of seeing the abbess. The driver made a great many difficulties, and de- She came at last-an elderly lady, but who still reclared that he had ben obliged to take an oath that he tained great softness of manners. She looked at him would keep the road to the place a secret ; but by dint with an enquiring eye, and asked his name and the of constantly increasing offers, Leopold overcame his object of his visit. He told both, and his anguish was scruples. At length he avowed all: he did not know greatly augmented as he observed how the countenance the name of the spot; but, if the gentleman wished, of the abbess was overcast with melancholy as he prohe would, for the sum promised, conduct him thither, ceeded in his narrative. He had ended: he waited provided he would travel alone, and engage not to stop eagerly for her reply. “ Young man,” said she, dein any town of importance. Leopold promised every liberately speaking, you must arm yourself with thing, and impatiently required that they should set off Christian fortitude: already eight days ago the novice the same night. The driver got ready, and within two went home”-meaning that she was dead. Leopold hours they were in a carriage, travelling rapidly along sank into a deep swoon : when he revived many others by the light of the bright harvest moon: the journey of the nuns were present assisting, as also the priest lasted several days, and at night they always slept in who had to perform the religious service of the cloister. obscure villages.

On the return of recollection his first request was that The old man related that the yonng lady was they would conduct him to the grave of his beloved. companied by her father; that she had throughout The abbess consented, hoping that tears would assuage been excessively dejeeted, had wept very much, and, at the convulsive anguish of his heart, At her request last, quite exhausted, had appeared to be very ill. The the priest preceded with a light: she followed, with the sanguine feelings of the young man inclined him to eldest of the sisters, both supporting Leopold's falterinterpret this in his own favour; and, with the wild

ing steps. enthusiasm to which he had lately been subject, he de

The small door was opened: their way led over green termined to make her his in spite of parents, religion, graves. At length the father having nearly approached or fate. The .coachman, who had been well paid in a wall, stood still, and held the light over the newestadvance, was now anxious as to the strength of his made grave. Leopold looked up: his face became alhorses, and endeavoured to sooth the perturbed feelings ternately flushed and deadly pale; a mortal anguish of his companion by relating over and over the circum- possessed his whole frame. In the imperfect light he stances of his late journey. One day, about noon, beheld again the still green long quadrangle, surroundthey halted at a small village on the borders of what ed by the wall, which he so well knew. Overcome appeared to be a very extensive forest. The old coach

by the horror of the destiny which now burst upon him, man requested Leopold to alight, telling him that they he cried out, “Oh God! my grave!” and sunk sensehad arrived at the inn where he had before stopped. less on the ground, thus sinking into the lap of death He could conduct him no further: all that he knew was

and doom. that the travellers he lately brought went thence into A few days afterwards his grave-stone stood on the the wood, and that towards evening the father returned wall. His confession was not known, and they therealone.

fore buried him on the spot where he expired. Leopold went into the inn in order to get further information, and to receive from the landlord a copfirmation of what he had just heard. Enjoining the

DREAMS. driver to secrecy, he permitted him, if he thought proper, to return alone; and then, without taking any

Dreams are witching sprites, they wind refreshment, he procured a boy to be his guide, and

Spells around the passive mind; sallied into the wood.

Dariog elves are they, that sweep After walking for about a hundred and fifty yards

Through th’unatterable deep,

Where, beneath time's rolling waves, through a very narrow path, they found the trees less

Memory seals in crystal caves thickly planted, and came in sight of a castle which

Things that wereappeared to have been converted either into a farm-house

These be hope's eternal graves, or a cloister. Leopold hastened towards it, and knocked

But dreams will revel there. at the gate with a beating heart.

See the icy bonds of death, A sour old man with a shaven erown opened it to

Melt before their laughing breath; him, and asked, in a mistrustful tone of voice, what

See the spectral crowd arise,

Bodiless realities! had brought him thither after sunset. He wanted to

Buried love, with cheek as fair speak to the prior of the establishment. The priest re

As when the first blush mantled there; marked that the building was a cloister, and therefore

Childhood, with its sunny brow, under the direction of an abbess. Leopold begged

Sports in the paternal shade,

Though infancy be mauhood now, more humbly for the fovour of an interview. The

And the trees in ashes laid. chaplain went into the house, and returning some time after, conducted him into the parlour, and requested

Through the dark mysterious billow,

Dreams convey the shadowy throng ; him to wait there patiently until vespers were done.

Welcome to my tearful pillow, Leopold's soul was so distracted by the variety of

Spread the tint, and breathe the song. thoughts which alternately passed through his mind,

Let the syren note deceive that he became every minute more agitated. He now

Spell-bound nature must believe;

Be it from the tumb's recess, felt great exhaustion, which, however, there was nothing

'Tis the voice of tenderness; NO. XLII. VOL. IV.

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'Tis the light of love, though shed

company; she was au courant as to the Opera, &c., From the eye-ball of the dead.

knew every body worth knowing, spoke French and To his mate the swallow calls

Italian-in a word, she was a delightful companion.
From my home's demolished walls ;
Mantled in luxuriant green

I felt my heart épris at first sight, and could have
Juicy clusters glow between :

wished that the opera had lasted for an age, or rather Where the branching rose-tree fell

that she might be my partner throughout the drama Mossy buds in perfume swell.

of life, even to its closing scene. I endeavoured to pay Though the annual plonghshare pass O'er my father's orchard ground,

her every attention which could be done without obFirm and soft the velvet grass,

trusive assiduity, fulsome compliments, doubtful, or, in Laden boughs are clustering round.

the remotest degree, bold expression; mine (if I underDay light hours in times gone by,

stood myself aright) was the respectful devotion of Saw the giant mulberry die,

admiration, flowing from a conviction that the person Smitten, it uptore the plainNight hath planted it again.

to whom my devoir was paid, merited esteem, ensured Playmates, bowed with years of woe,

affection, and commanded protection. Without having Rich in dawning beauty glow :

the mauvaise honte of some of our countrywomen, the Smiling hope, in youth's warm springs

captivating and accomplished Jane possessed an innate Steeps her gay imaginings, Though the Vampire lip of care

modesty which brought a becoming blush to her velvet Draiu the weary current there.

cheek whenever she perceived that she was the object Gentle dreams, affright me not

of high interest, or when she heard herself praised; and Range not fancy's wilder sphere,

this she must have often perceived, for no woman could Nor trom memory's deepmost grot,

have been better calculated to inspire the tenderest inSternly summon things of fear;

terest-none better merited the praise of all who knew Revel pot with heedless tread Where the heart-wound newly bled.

her. In speaking to a stranger she had a downcast Soon shall such corroding themes

look, which had a fascination in it wholly indescribable: Triumph in the morning beams.

and when she reopened to their full extent her large, Rather through the darkling night Pierce yon empyrean height;

soft blue eyes, it seemed like sunshine shed on the soul Open to my slumbering eye

of the beholder. One hour had passed, which seemed Vistas of eternity,

to fly like lightning, when, looking momentarily embarThat resplendent home explore

rassed, whether from my too zealous anxiety to offer Where, waked to full reality,

every service in my power to her, and (on her account) The soul shall dream no more.

to the little girl her sister, or whether from a thought which flitted across her mind and gave her a pensivc air,

I know not, but, pondering for a second, and not THE WEDDING RING.

immediateley answering my last question, or word addressed to her, she deliberately drew off her glove, and

placing her lily hand on the edge of the box, on which AMONGST the gentle reminiscences which at times she gracefully leant, she discovered a wedding ring on come over me,“ like a western breeze breathing upon her finger: had she drawn a dagger I could not have a bed of violets,” refreshing me in the arid season of felt so electrified; the colour Aushed in my face, my life, and making me live once again the golden days of pulse seemed to stop entirely, and my heart to be too my youth, is the remembrance of lovely Jane, whose full for the space allotted by nature for it. In a few many charms, both mental and personal, are like the more seconds, circulation became easier ; but my hand evergreens of the heart, which fade but once on earth, and that once is for ever. She was not twenty years

This state was not unperceived by her, nor perhaps not of age, when first I introduced myself to her in an unpitied ; she turned away her head for some moments, opera-box in which I had a share, hut in which, owing whispered something to her sister, and then, with a to my being quartered in the country, I had as yet look of benevolence which now stands in portraiture never put my foot: the other proprietor (a lady) had before me, resumed the conversation on the subject of lent her places for the night to this interesting, amiable the ballet. I did not recover my confusion so soon; young creature, and to her younger sister, a child at in consequence of which I took an opportunity of going school; they had been chaperoned there by their bro. out of the box, at the same time adding, that I should ther, the baronet, who had left them in safety there, make my bow to her previous to the conclusion of the and who was to return to fetch them home, after visiting piece. On my return, I found her brother by her side, his club. Of all these arrangements I was ignorant, as and learned, to my utter astonishment, that this charmer I also was of the young lady's name; I therefore made had become the bride of a brother officer of mine, an apology for entering the box (although a subscriber), almost two months previous to my meeting her, and I and requested permission to be allowed to take a back had actually left her husband at Head Quarters, whilst seat in it, the house being overflowingly full. Jane she was on a visit to her mother in--square, he (the had spent some years abroad, and had moreover, the happy husband) having just joined us, after a leave of advantage over me, by knowing who and in what absence of three months. Never until then was I duly regiment I was; so that she entered freely into conver- aware of the importance and utility of the wedding-ring. sation with me, in which there was (on her part) a It had a double effect, namely, to guard aud protect peculiar attraction: her voice was captivatingly sweet, the wearer from the least levity that a wandering idea her intelligence was of the first order, she had been can suggest; from losing sight, for one moment, of the elegantly educated, had read and travelled — add to sacred engagement which has been pronounced at the which, she had neyer mingled in any but the very first altar; and to advertise the admiring stranger, whose

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heart may be captivated by sun-bright eyes and bewitching smiles, that the heart which irradiates that captivating countenance is given to another—that the lovely structure before him, like a hallowed temple, is dedicated and devoted to wedded love. Thus the spark which beauty may kindle in a youthful bosom will be checked ere its ardour become too intense, and will reflection, be moderated into esteem,—damped, and partly extinguished in its commencement, by the commanding voice of honour, aided by the hand of time. The convenience of the wedding-ring is, at the same time, admirable. A portrait is cumbrous, it is a too abvious advertisement of the party to whom the blooming bride is allied in wedlock; but the ring is a mystic notice,-a gentle announcement of the respect to be paid to her who has entered the wedded state. A portrait must be parted with on many occasions,—to dress, to retire to rest, &c.; but the ring clings like ivy to the fair finger, and speaks volumes of immutable attachment. All honour, therefore, be to the wedding-ring, and to those who wear it! and now let me return to Jane. Had envy had any part in my feelings, I should certainly have envied my happy comrade for having such a prize: it was far otherwise; our friendship had existed already for some time, and I felt it strengthened by his being the husband of her who had excited a passion which duty and reason converted into esteem. fortunate enough to have it in my power, for years, to be like a brother to the husband of Jane; circumstances so occurred, that I was enabled to render him repeated services: and I must say, that the pleasure which I enjoyed in thus benefiting a friend and brother officer, was increased beyond all power of description, from knowing that this interesting woman shared whatever comfort might arise from efforts to befriend them. They were to me like a sister and brother-in-law; I loved the one for herself, the other for cherishing her ; my heart was open to them both; they enjoyed my fullest confidence, and I believe that I was master of every secret and circumstance of their lives.

Happy pair! happy in themselves, mutually beloved, and firmly united, so that a cloud never hung over the earthly heaven of their connubial life. Such a state would have been too felicitous, had it been unmixed by care; but, alas ! sickness and adversity visited their couch; they experienced many vicissitudes, and Jane was snatched in the summer of her days from the embrace of him who saw but her on earth. In a splendid coffin, decked with white satin and armorial bearings, provided by the purse of unfeeling relatives, who withheld their riches from the living in time of need, I last pressed the marble hand of my beloved friend: the hand was as cold as fair, the bosom as still as chaste, the eye was closed and sunk, but the noble features were still those of Jane. A tear which fell upon them must have sunk with them to the grave; her husband's hand trembled in mine, and long we gazed on the object of our pain, ere we could tear ourselves from regretfully contemplating remains so precious. He, too, is gone ; alas ! poor Tom !-the oldest comrade of

The Hermit IN LONDON.

I am an elder son—the heir

To all our fine estate,
I'm glad to hear the doctors say

I cant have long to wait;
Alas! my father's earthly course

Is very nearly run,
Yet I am very, very glad

That I'm an elder son.
Mothers of families who have

Young daughters, often send
Card after card-ther's not a ball

That I must not allend;
And girls with flowing tresses look

More lovely than the sun,
Breathing soft sigli’s which seem to say.
" Ah! he's an elder son."
They send me albums—those who know

What poetry I write,
Some of them bny my autograph,

I'm pleagued from morn to night;
Deserted lovers look at me

As though I were a dup;
I've fought iwo duels in a week;
For I'm an elder son.
I'm quite a leading man in town,

At Crockford's" and at White's;”
I've learo'd to be an orator

And speak about our rights;
I mean to canvass for a seat,

In Parliament-'twill stun
The younger branches of our house,

But I'm an elder son,
Our patronage is very good

My principles—but hold
I first must know the ministers

Before they can be told :
The whigs may yet continue strong,

If so, why I am one,
I'll go with the majority,

Tho' I'm an elder son.
Oh how I pity younger sons,

I see them passing by,
Wearing no smiles upon their brow,

With an averted eye;
Uncared for and alone they stand

Life's desert waste opon,
I've reason to be very glad

That I'm an elder son.
If I'm ill- a score of friends

Come knocking at my door,
And cards with kind enquiries

In by the hundred pour;
Tis balm unto my heart to be

Such a beloved one,
For oh tis honor, fortuue, fame!

To be an elder son.



How truly miserable is the life of the exile: Surrounded, in a foreign land, by men whose language he knows not, without protector or friend, his days are void of pleasure, and night brings with it the bitterness of sorrow. Born in the lap of ease, misery now follows his steps; accustomed to the tender cares of a mother, a sister, or a friend, he is now left alone-alone to his own misfortunes, or those of his unhappy companions. Ardently attached to Liberty, he has, for her sake,

torn himself from the sweets of a domestic life--for her he has devoted his existence to broils, anxieties, and perils—for her he has exposed himself to the vengeance of tyrants, has faced the danger of battles, nor even shrunk from the infamy of a scaffold. Had success crowned his efforts, he would have received honours, applause, and admiration ...... But despotism tri. umphs;-a wandering fugitive, bearing the garb of poverty, no one scarcely approaches him: he is looked upon with contempt, and spoken to with disgust. Denounced by an aristocracy, whose projects of oppression he has unveiled; calumniated by priests, whose bigotry he has exposed; and persecuted by kings, whose despotism he endeavoured to restrain,-he beholds all his actions branded by the most unjust and shameful epithets. For defining the duties of kings, he is termed a demagogue; for asserting the rights of the people, he is called a regicide: he attacked the encroachments of the nobility, and is reproached as a revolutionist: he exposed the excesses of the clergy, and is branded as an Atheist ...... His patriotism was but ambition; his perseverance, obstinacy; his courage is ferocity, and his zeal for the public good, but egotism and a thirst after vengeance

Having sacrificed his fortune for the freedom of his country, he is called an adventurer. He has exposed his life for the cause of justice and liberty, and therefore is he loaded with insult and oppression.Such were the sad reflections which occupied the thoughts of Raymond, when Maximilian, the friend of his childhood, disturbed him in his musings.

“Come," said he,“ let us leave this country, where thy youth and courage are wasted in idleness and misery. Let us seek the shores of Greece: there, friends of Liberty, we will fight and conquer under her ban

there: that city was formerly built by the Greeks, but beware—'tis not every ship from her harbour that goes to Greece.” He had also just parted with women of youth, beauty, and talents—women who bore the names of the most upright citizens, and the most distinguished warriors of the kingdom—and addressed them as he received their gifts: “There are powers more mighty than the indifference of kings and the arms of infidels —they are Justice and Liberty. There is that which is above the silence of power-it is Opinion." As soon as he perceived the two friends, he advanced towards them, and taking Maximilian affectionately by the hand,“ Do London and the towns of England,” said he, "answer to the appeal of the French cities ?” And upon Maximilian's answer in the negative, “What!" added he with bitterness, “ was Lord Byron the only one who interested himself in the cause of our brothers in the East? Germany, Sweden, Holland, and Russia, have been excited to pity. Have none of the counties of England, so rich, so proud, and breathing such liberty—have none opened subscriptions, or given concerts, for the cause of the suffering Greeks? Where is their lion-hearted Richard, ready to fly to new crusades ? One would almost say that the sacred fire is extinct at St. Paul's and Westminster, and that our neighbours only show their courage where their interest is to be found. These cold-hearted speculations tarnish the splendour of their former days.” As he uttered these words, his brow became clouded, and he was yielding to his ill-omened thoughts, when a servant announced two nuns, who, upon a sign from him, were ushered into the apartment.

They were of very dissimilar ages; the one having arrived at that time of life when strength, as well as beauty, is on the decline; the other could scarcely have reached her eighteenth year. The elder female had been handsome; the younger possessed features of perfect regularity, and of exquisite sweetness- but the rose had fled from the cheeks of both; their dark eyes and eyebrows only served as a contrast to the extreme paleness of their complexion, which was scarcely relieved by the slight carnation in their lips. They wore long black dresses, and their white veils reaching to their waists, gave them a resemblance to those migratory birds who quit our shore as winter approaches, and whose periodical return announces the commencement of spring Alas! real wanderers, they wished to visit other climes; but far from seeking a more protected life, they were prepared to meet storms and wounds, and the carnage and death of camps. The venerable old man was much moved as he listened to them; “But reflect,” said he, “what you are abaut to undertake: you cannot afford assistance to more deserving objects, nor pour your wine and oil into more glorious woulids; and if you seek to staunch the blood of martyrs, it is towards that desolated country that you should direct your steps: but again let me entreat you to pause before you decide.” One of the sisters then proceeded to relate the misfortunes at Barcelona; and the younger, pointing to her cross, said--" They are Christians at Missolonghi." Larochefoucauld raised his eyes to the busts of Socrates and Pericles, and the figure of Leonidas :“ It is not your inspiring names,” said he, “which animate them; no, it is a virtue unknown to your age of idolatry. O Christ, behold thy religion !" Again, turning towards the two females who stood before him, he could scarcely


“Liberty! saidst thou ? How have I thirsted for it, sacrificed my all for it—and as a reward, am I not exiled?,

“Come, enlist again under her standard, and take arms in defence of our brothers in the East Wouldst thou alone remain inactive in the midst of this enthusiasm of the people of Europe, for a nation who struggles against slavery?"

Maximilian easily persuades his friend. They leave London. Raymond assumes a false name in order to conceal himself from a suspicious and cruel government, and they both arrive, in a short time, at Paris

Introduced to a spacious apartment in a magnificent dwelling, they perceived a large table covered with numerous lists and letters of antique superscription, and which were still impregnated with the smell, and bore the blue mark, of the preservative vinegar. They beheld a person of graceful stature, whose snow-white locks scarcely covered his thoughtful brow, pacing up and down the room, and, stopping occasionally, seemed to look with feelings of emotion on the busts of Socrates and Pericles, which were supported along the walls on tastefully sculptured slabs; or admired the figure of a Leonidas, in a masterpiece of a French painter who died in exile, and contemplated the approaching fate of three hundred heroes, or perhaps that of a whole nation. This personage was the venerable Duke of Larochefoucauld-Liancourt. He had just given an interview to some French officers whom he was sending to the East, and had told them with a bitter

nile as they departed : “ You will go to Marseilles and embark

contain his emotion : and addressing Maximilian and Raymond, “ The religion I invoke," said he, “has numberless ministers and eloquent defenders, and yet all have remained silent and inactive, except these two women, who recollect that at Missolonghi there are Christians;" and tears bedewed his cheeks as he took leave of bis four visitors.

Maximilian and Raymond made but a short stay in Paris; they soon left for Marseilles, and immediately embarked for Greece,

Twenty days sail brought the two friends in sight of Missolonghi. A Turkish fleet blockaded the port, and it was with considerable difficulty and danger that the frail vessel which bore Maximilian and Raymond reached the shore. The two strangers were welcomed by a concourse of people; and the frequent discharges of artillery were interrupted by the loud cries of Liberty! Liberty! whilst a thousand voices asked and re-echoed the question, whether soldiers and provisions were likeley to come to the releif of Missolonghi, and save that city from all the horrors of famine which desolated it? The answer of the two friends held out but little encouragement. The Greek Committee of Paris gave promises of assistance, but the period of its arrival was uncertain ; and already was the garrison reduced for subsistence to the bones of animals which they had devoured, and the few herbs thrown on shore by the ocean.

It was on the 3rd of April that Maximilian and Raymond entered Missolonghi ; the following day the Turks summoned the garrison to surrender, on a promise of safety to all the inhabitants. The Greeks replied

The arms you demand of us are stained with your blood, and by blood alone shall you obtain them;" and they immediately repaired, to the ramparts, to sustain the attack of the advancing troops of Reschid Pacha.

Raymond and Maximilian exhibited the most determined courage; and, followed by a body of Franks, thay made a sally from the gates of the city, and, sword in hand, rushed with intrepidity amidst the enemy's ranks. Already had five of the barbarians fallen by Raymond's sword, when he was arrested in his career of victory by a musket-ball. Maximilian, whose courage had been equally fatal to the Turks, seeing his friend stretched on the field, ran to his assistance, and bearing him away in his arms, had the good fortune to reach the entrenchments without further impediment to his retreat than a slight pistol wound.

Raymond is conveyed to the hospital of Missolonghi, and the first person he beholds there is the young “Sister of Charity” whom he had seen at the residence of the Duke of Larochefoucauld, on his journey through Paris. The beautiful nun recognized him and a tear of pity stole down her cheek; she proceeded, however, to staunch the blood from his wound, which was deep and dangerous, and promised his aftlicted friend to devote her utmost attention to her valiant patient .... She was constantly by his bed side, and, with all the art in her power, soothed the sufferings of the wounded man; she endeavoured to dissipate his fears and anxieties, and even inspired hope in his desponding mind.

Maximilian, who visited his friend every morning, was penetrated with feelings of gratitude towards the fair Sister for her tender care; and he scarcely regreted any longer the state of Raymond's health, since

his inisfortunes had procured him such kind and unremitting attentions. Love, too, had taken possession of his heart, though he remained unconscious of its existence.

He, however, advanced rapidly towards recovery, and he could, with the assistance of crutches, make his way round the vast apartment, in which other invalids were attended with equal care by the amiable Sister. She frequently lent Raymond the support of her arm, and from her beautiful lips words of sweet consolation sank deep into the soul of her companion. By the subdued sadness of her conversation and manner, it was clearly perceptible that misfortune weighed also heavily upon this angelic being, who was now the consolation and support of the distressed and unfortunate.

Every thing, however, combined to threaten Misso. longhi with final destruction ;-the besieged had, in vain, called Gouras, Fabvier, and the fleet of Miaoulis, to their assistance; in them they were alike doomed to disappointment. The ramparts of the city, reduced to ruins by the destructive fire of the enemy, crumbled and fell beneath the feet of their valiant defenders---and famine, with its devonring jaws, daily swallowed up a tenth part of the population. In this state of utter hopelessness, the Greeks, prompted hy despair, but supported by a courage worthy of their holy cause, resolved to abandon the city, and force their way through the enemy's ranks to Mount Aracyntha.

Raymond, though still an invalid, on being informed of this daring resolution of Maximilian ,determined to accompany his friend, and save also the young nun.

The population of Missolonghi comprised three thousand soldiers, including those who, though wounded

invalids, were still enabled to proceed, supported by their companions; one thousand of the working class, incapable of bearing arms; and about five thousand, including old men, women, and children. Those women who were willing, and thought themselves able, to brave the dangers and fatigues of this sally, dressed themselves in men's attire, that in the event of their not escaping the enemy, they might like true warriors, meet death on the field of battle. Those, however, whose want of courage or strength shut out the hope of following the warlike band, joined the wounded the sick, the aged, and the children, who were condemned to the fatal alternative of burying themselves beneath the ruins of the city.

The hour of departure arrived. Almost every family was divided into two parties, the one remaining to meet death, the other breathing vengeance and destruction, and hastening to encounter fresh dangers. Tears and sadness were on the faces of all, and nothing was heard but lamentations, and the last solemn, sad farewell,

Among the sallying party, Raymond looked with anxiety for the young nun, who had promised to be there; but the exiled youth sought in vain for the being whom he so passionately adored. He then proceded to the invalid party; his anxious eye examined the crowd, and he at length perceived the amiable nun bestowing her tender cares on her more aged companion. Raymond hastened to her, and endeavoured to save her from the fate of those whose death was inevitable. “ How can I abandon my sister, who is too infirm to follow me ?" was her only answer to his solicitations. Maximilian, who had followed his friend and overheard these words, bore off the elder female in his


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