hopes of finding lodging for the night. The drawbridge was up, and they found themselves prevented from going any farther by the deep moat with which it is encircled. All arround appeared dark and profoundly silent.

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They went wandering about the castle in search of some light, in hopes that some one of the inhabitants would be up, and grant them shelter from so tempestuous a night. But not a glimmering of light could be discovered. They shouted as loud as they could, but no one answered. Supposing that the inhabitants were buried in sleep, or that perhaps the noise of the storm prevented their being heard, they again returned to the front, and stood observing it through the flashes of lightning that at intervals rendered it visible. They advanced as near as possible, and suddenly beheld a light to wind along the battlements of the castle, by which they could plainly perceive the person who carried it to be a being of a most terrific appearance, giving them the idea of something supernatural. The light and the figure again disappeared, and the place was totally dark. They waited some time, and the light once more appeared on the turret, but the figure was invisible. These strange appearances astonish me,' said the man, and turned to his partner; but the exertion and fatigue, joined to the thoughts of some horrible murder having been committed there, and the castle being haunted, were too much for her to sustain, and she fainted on the re-appearance of the lights. At that moment, our party coming up,

heard the man again shouting for assistance. Recovered from the momentary insensibility, and the drawbridge in the meantime being let down at the summons, the unfortunate strangers were conducted into the castle. Apprehensive lest their retreat might be discovered, should the travellers be allowed to proceed in search of a habitation, it was previous-, ly determined that they should suffer death; but this sentence was soon afterwards overruled by a majority of the troop. As their appearance denoted them to be persons of rank, notwithstanding their forlorn condition, they were led into a spacious saloon, in the east wing of the castle, unconscious of the misery that awaited them. It is true, we could plainly perceive that the strangers were struck, at first sight, with the desolate state of the rooms through which they passed, and the warlike appearance of those who surrounded them. But they were not allowed to remain long in ignorance of their situation. They were both young and handsome, and appeared destined for each other. To be permitted to remain in the same place of confinement together, enjoying the free interchange of thought, and the sight of each other, would have been too happy a lot; and that apparent happy destiny was changed into the bitterest of fates, that of tormenting uncertainty, and separation from the object beloved.” Charles sighed at this part of the story, so much resembling his own situation, and Jerome continued :--"I shall never forget the parting of these two lovers, when four armed men burst into the place where

they were sitting, and disarmed the youth, who had snatched a weapon of defence fro 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 cham} ber. Her defender survived but to be immured in one of the dungeons of that part of the cate 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.

O 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 meet, 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. 66 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, " 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!

SHAKSPEARE,

Is it not as this mouth should tear this hand For lifting food to't? 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