they were sitting, and disarmed the youth, who had snatched a weapon of defence from one of my companions, as he attempted to approach him, and stood, with the spirit of a lion in his countenance, resolving to defend his lovely charge, who had thrown herself into his arms for protection. But he was soon overpowered by numbers; not, however, before he had killed one of my companions, who attempted. to drag the lady from under his protection, which so enraged the rest, that one of them plunged his poniard into the bosom of the faithful youth, and he fell bleeding by the side of my companion. One last embrace was permitted to his fair partner before they were separated for ever, and she was torn from. his grasp, frantic, and confined to a separate chamber. Her defender survived but to be immured in one of the dungeons of that part of the castle which is said to be haunted, where, it is reported, he soon afterwards died of his wound.”

LINES,

WRITTEN ON VISITING THE TOMB OF JULIA,

By a Young Nobleman.

SEEST thou that sod, which tears bedew?
"Twas there I laid my love to rest:
Remembrance, sad, will oft renew

The aching thoughts that rend my breast.

JULIA! dear departed maid!
If spirits ever earthward flee,
Thine, surely, oft has passing paid
A sigh to constancy and me.

Oft have I wander'd round thy tomb,
Oft have I thought of days now past,
Oft wish'd that fate had seal'd my doom,
With your last sigh t'have breath'd my last.

One shroud had then our ashes grac'd,
Your silent grave been also mine;
That heart to your's been closely plac'd,
Which ever was and still is thine.

But near's the time, that hour draws nigh,
When, as foretells this breaking heart,
My spirit shall to JULIA fly,

To incet, ah! never more to part!

THE SKELETON.

"BEHOLD!" exclaimed my mysterious guide, when I arrived at its brink, "behold the innocent victim of lust and brutality!" I shuddered at seeing a human skeleton laid in it. "Avenging Heaven," he exclaimed, "wherefore hast thou thus permitted guilt to triumph? But the time approaches when thy chastisement will overtake it; and the murderer shall be laid low, low as these sad remains of

what was once lovely, virtuous, exalted." He paused a moment in strong emotion, while I gazed on his strongly expressive countenance with a mingled sensation of awe, pity, and astonishment. At length he exclaimed, fixing his large hollow eyes on mine—“ Mark well what you see, the time draws near when your testimony will be called for." As he uttered these words, he moved towards the entrance of the vault. When we regained the cell he made me remark a painting of a Madona, which hung against the chimney. "Beauteous as that is," he exclaimed, 66 was once the fleshless form you saw below." He gazed on it for some minutes with an affecting expression, then bade me lead the way to our room. Arrived there, I once more threw myself on the bed; but as to him, uttering the deepest sighs, he flung himself into a chair, where he persisted in passing the remainder of the night. A sort of magic seemed to restrain my tongue from asking. him any questions, and as he observed a profound melancholy, save when long-drawn sighs issued from his bosom, no other sound interrupted the awful silence,

THE UNNATURAL SON.

Filial ingratitude!

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand

For lifting food to't?

SHAKSPEARE.

M. BERTIN, wishing to see his native country, (Perigord) from which he had been long absent, he went to pay a visit to one of his old friends, whom,

he had not heard from for more than a year. Upon his arrival at the house, he was received by the son of his friend, who told him that his father had been dead about a year. Though he was struck with the news which was so unexpected, it did not prevent him from going in. He conversed with the son upon the state of his affairs, and frequently interrupted the conversation to regret the loss of his old friend. At night he was conducted to his apartment, which he found to be the same as the deceased had occupied. This circumstance contributed not a little to keep alive his sorrow, and to prevent him from sleeping. He continued awake till two o'clock in the morning, when he heard the door of his chamber open; and by the feeble glimmering of a night lamp, and of the fire, which was still burning, he perceived the figure of an old man, pale, wan, and excessively thin, with a long and dirty beard, who, shivering with cold, was walking on slowly towards the chimney. When he was near the fire, he seemed to warm himself, eagerly saying, "Ah! it is a long time since I saw the fire!" In his voice, figure, and manner, M. Bertin, who was seized with terror, thought he recognized his old friend, the master of the house. He was neither able to speak to him, nor to leave the bed; when the old man, turning towards the bed and sighing, said, "Ah! How many nights have I passed without going to bed!" and as he said it, he came forward, in order to throw himself upon it. The terror which M. Bertin felt, made him leap out precipitately, crying, "Who are you? What do you

want?" On hearing his voice, the old man looked at him with astonishment, and immediately knew him. "What do I see?" cried he, "M. Bertin! my friend M. Bertin !"---" And who, then, are you?” cried M. Bertin. The old man mentioned his name; and the other, recovering gradually from his fright, learned with horror, that his friend had been confined a year in one of the vaults of the castle by his son, (assisted by a servant that daily brought him food); who had given it out that his father was dead, in order that he might get possession of his property. On that very day, as he afterwards learned, the arrival of M. Bertin, who was not expected, having. thrown the house into confusion, the servant who carried provisions to the unfortunate old man, had not properly fastened the door of the cell when he went away; and the latter perceiving it, waited till all was quiet in the castle, and under cover of the night endeavoured to escape: but not finding the keys in the outer door, he naturally took the way to his apartment, which, though in the dark, he easily found. M. Bertin called up his servant without loss of time; said he wished to set off immediately without waking the master of the castle; and took the old man with him to Périgeux, where they arrived at day-break. Proper officers were directly dispatched to arrest the unnatural son; who suffered what his crime deserved, by being shut up, during the remainder of his life, in the same cell in which he had confined his father.