and gloomy character. Innumerable spars and clustering fossils, sparkled to the deep red light of the burning wood, around whose blaze the young and beautiful Greeks, and the singular and marked figures of Kyra and Stephaniki closely circled, and presented a groupe eminently picturesque and interesting.

The scene without, (perceptible through the mouth of the cave), was chill, vast, and gloomy. The ocean swelling into turbulence, the air murmuring into storms, the coast dark, wild, and desolate; formed a grand releivo to the glowing picture, which the interior of the cavern presented; a picture, to which the spell of painting, or magic of poetry, could have lent no heightening charm.— Equally overcome by the sudden, and ardent heat, as by the inordinate fatigue they had undergone, Kyra and

her nurslings soon sunk into a profound sleep, on a cloak spread for them by Stephaniki near the fire, while he shared himself the flinty bed of his mules, which he had previously fed with such scanty herbage as the rocks afforded.

Anxiety for her father, still chase repose from the aching brow of Ida: she could not enjoy the safety which he did not share; she could not seek rest while he was deprived of it; she calculated on his leaving Athens at that precise hour if his rescue had been effected; she went over in recollection every step he would take, and approaching the mouth of the cave, she watched the vicissitudes of the weather, with increasing anxiety, and ruminated on the plans they should adopt for the safety of their future existence, To embark from some neighbouring little port for Smyrna, and to sail from

thence with the Turkey fleet for England, (which she knew at that season put out to sea) was a resource suggested by the fertility of that mind, which the affectionate solicitudes of the heart rendered exhaustless. The sudden change in the weather now awakened fears which the delicate state of her father's health warranted. It is in vain, that the rude gusts of the rising storm blow amidst the disordered tresses of her flowing hair, that a chill air pierces the light drapery that veils her trembling form. She still remains at the mouth of the cave, watching, with eager eyes, the agitation of the clouds, the direction of the storm, while the solicitude of the child, rendered the delicate woman invulnerable.

All slept in peace within the cavern, save only Ida!-The winds rushed

from their secret caves, the ocean swelled into mountainous billows, whose crests seemed to sweep along the dark descending clouds ;-the thunder rolled with an incessant peal, and the lightning, as it struck on the rocks, blasted the hardy shrubs that covered them; a few sea-birds, scared. from their rest, mingled their shrill cries amidst the roar of the gushing waves, and the solitary bittern, still preserved in its moan so sad and dismal, its melancholy pre-eminence.

But still, Ida could not seek in sleep a relief against the horrors which the awful spectacle of a sea-storm communicated to her imagination and her heart.

By the flashes of the lightning, she perceived a vessel in distress at no great distance from the shore, and she believed that her father, (if free) was at that moment exposed to all the rage of

the elements; if he was not, the alternative was still more dreadful!-Thus feeling, thus reflecting, she continued to watch the direction of the tempest, till the sensibility of nature gave way to its weakness, and Ida, wholly vanquished by fatigue and emotion, threw herself beside her brothers, and slept!

But the agitation of her soul sub

sided not with the activity of her senses; and the awful object of her waking contemplation, associated the impression it had left on her fancy, with remembrances her reason had long endeavoured to subdue; and gave to the dream of her rest, a vision which (brilliant and touching as it was) once possessed an actual existence. She was supported by Osmyn, amidst the ruins of the Temple of Minerva, amidst the war of elements -The same sense of a pure and unequalled felicity, the same