BY THE

AUTHOR OF BRAMBLETYE HOUSE,

THE TOR HILL, &c.

"Fie on ambition! Fie on myself! that have a sword, and yet am ready to famish! These five days have I hid me in these woods, and durst not peep out, for all the country is laid for me."

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. III.

SHAKSPEARE.

LONDON:

HENRY COLBURN, NEW BURLINGTON STREET.

PRINTED BY S. and R. Bentley, DORSET STREET.

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REUBEN APSLEY.

CHAPTER I.

"Oh dismal dole, when the secret soul
Is mock'd by the outward showing;
When we dress the eyes in a gay disguise,
While the tears are inward flowing;
When groans and grief would be a relief,
But with carols we keep them under,
And a laugh we start when the throbbing heart
Is ready to burst asunder!

Oh wound most sore in the bosom's core,

That mocks relief or healing,

When the man we love all others above

At our feet is fondly kneeling;

When we deeply yearn his vows to return,

But, oh! most thrilling trial!

We force the tongue, while the heart is wrung,
To utter a faint denial!"

Nor many days had elapsed after the communication mentioned in our last chapter, when, as Helen was occupied in painting, her sister

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LONDON

PRINTED BY S. AND R. BENTLEY, DORSET STREET.

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REUBEN APSLEY.

CHAPTER I.

"Oh dismal dole, when the secret soul
Is mock'd by the outward showing;
When we dress the eyes in a gay disguise,
While the tears are inward flowing;
When groans and grief would be a relief,
But with carols we keep them under,
And a laugh we start when the throbbing heart
Is ready to burst asunder!

Oh wound most sore in the bosom's core,
That mocks relief or healing,

When the man we love all others above

At our feet is fondly kneeling;

When we deeply yearn his vows to return,

But, oh! most thrilling trial!

We force the tongue, while the heart is wrung,
To utter a faint denial!"

Nor many days had elapsed after the communication mentioned in our last chapter, when, as Helen was occupied in painting, her sister