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fostering shelter of his cloak—a groan, re-echoing thro' a distant cavern, apparently the last struggle of departing mortality, terror struck the pilgrim-he strove to fly-his fenfes felt benumbed—and fainting he funk on the clay-cold stone.

The fury of the elemental war subsided.

A warrior, of noble deportment, with a countenance delineating marks of pensive me. lancholy, passed the mouth of the cavern--a numerous retinue attended him-he saw, and pitied the helpless situation of the suffering unfortunate, and ordered the vassals to raise his cirooping head-this mandate was instantly obeyed, and shortly after they entered the inighty portals of the princely house of Alwyne.

Generous chieftain,' exclaimed the pilgrin, recovering from his swoon, “accept the humble prayer of thy grateful fervant, for thy Safetymay the angel of security draw the curtains of thy bed-may no forrow mantle on thy brownor the arrows of malevolence be shot against thee-may thy journey thro' this probationary scenc, yield to thee the luxury of content, nor thy wanderings be chequered by misfortune may the smile of conscious rectitude play upon thy lips-may the remainder of thy days pass in domestic harmony--and cheering hope light thes to the manfions of thy forefathers.

The gathering domestics joined in the prayer ; but the warrior of Northumbria seemned lost in thought.

Hard is the task imposed upon me,' added the stranger, I must unfold a tale-a tale of complicated forrow, and matchless depravity-reason, Sir Knight, urges a private interview-seek not to deny my boon-it concerns you alone--your humanity, noble chieftain, has added a few hours to the winter of my days ---gratitude prompts me to a discovery of events, that-but I dare no more--alone, and I shall give a plain recital.'

Pilgrim, replied the warrior, . you have excited curiosity--my attendants are as friends -faithful to my interests, my fortunes, and my welfare and I dare trust them in the dread hour of battle I have learnt their fidelity --and in the calm tide of peace, their fond aitachment-fear not to speak before them.'

The pilgriin paused a moinent, and gazed around him---God of my forefathers,' he cried,

why did I forsake the paths of honour-like this virtuous man I might have lived respected and renowned! - a tear forced its way down his venerable check-he hastily brushed it ofi, as though afhamgd of weakness, and proceeded-• I admire the fincerity of attachment in your followers--but, the story of my life, is no common one--it is in league, fir, with your own, therefore grant my request, else I close my lips i file ice

pardon memà fad variety of woe I have to unfold.'

· Pilgrim,' replied the chieftain, “I shall comply with your earnest folicitation for a pri· vate intervicw. Some short time hence expect

ine, -Edric, (addressing one of his attendants) lead the stranger to the black marble hall-usé hiin kindly, and cheer his drooping spirits with refreshment.

The pilgriin bowed.

*My doors' replied the knight, are ever open to the poor and friendless, nor is the tale of forrow heard in vain--the veriest wretch placed on the lowest spoke of fortune's wheel here finds a welcome, nor does my well-tried friends greet with kinder warmth, the mighty chiefrain, who basks in proud prosperity, and boasts lis ancestry derived from kings.'

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CHAP. II.

Be mine to read the visions old,
Which thy awak’ning bards have told ;
And left they meet my blasted view,
Hold each strange tale devoutly true.

Collins,

The Castle of AlwyneMurder-Grief-Affec

tionate solicitude of a Kinsmanthe BrothersCowardice and Intrepidity-Love.

N the summit of a stupendous rock, stood

. battlements far o'er-topp'd the monarch of the wood,' and in apparent strength, would · laugh a siege to scorn'. An alliance with the noble house of Percy, healed an ancient feud, and for the last century the august pile had reared it's

head in peace.

Though angry war had "smoothed her wrinkled front, yet forrow remained an inmate of the castle. Misfortune is the common lot of mortality—it accompanies alike the poor inhabitant of a cottage, and damps the luxurious pleasures of a palace-humanity may heal the wound of affliction, but conscience, unerring monitor, probes deep into the human heart, and raises fear and tumult.

B 3

The father of the present chieftain, Sir Edric, surnamed the Hardy, was found in a forest adjoining his domains, villainously murdered three ruffians lay near him, fupposed to have met their death from the known valour of the unfortunate knight; yet strange to relate, year upon year passed, and no particulars relative to his

premature end had transpired, nor could suspicion even fall upon an enemy.

His lady, difconfolate at the dreadful fate of her loved lord, fell into a settled melancholy, and left the transitory scene of life in giving Lirth to two lovely boys.

Earl Percy took upon himself the charge of his orphan relatives ; he infused early the spirit of independance, and instilled into their youthful bofoms, the mild precepts of virtue and religion.

Hubert, the elder born, was the vidim of inordisate passions, and swerved from the tract pointed out by his illustrious kinsman. In early youth he frequently experienced the derision of nis companions, for the cowardice he manifested in the manly exercises of those days. The Precepts of the earl, and the studies of his

precaptors, were neglected-his brows were ever clouded with discontent, and he encouraged the mot baneful passions in folitude. His want of volution forbade him to protect himself against

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