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hands. She generally sat at work in an apartment on the ground floor, which looked into the street; and one day, Don Sancho (the name of the Marquis), as he drew near the window, was a witness of her sorrows; he tapped gently against the gate, and obliged her to enquire who was there?"Ah! Clara," said he, "I, alone, of all your lovers, have remained sensible to your sorrows; why will you carry your contempt so far as to refuse my offers of assuaging your misery?" Clara answered him from the window, "I am now married, Sir," said she; "and if I felt myself flattered by your preference when I was disengaged, I am under an obligation to be faithful to my husband to the very letter, however ill he may behave towards me. If you still regard me, the greatest proof you can give

me, is to retire immediately, and not give my neighbours cause to arraign my conduct."-" That conduct, I must ever ap|| plaud," said the Marquis; “scandal is always on the watch, and I will immediately depart: all I request of you is to accept a thousand crowns from me, and do not for a moment imagine that I offer them with a view of shaking your principles.”—“ I do not now want to learn the generosity of your character," said Clara. “I know also my own heart, Don Sancho: nature has given to it such a propensity to gratitude, that I, perhaps, should over-rate your benefits, did I suffer myself to accept them." So saying, she gently closed the window, and left Don Sancho in admiration of her virtue and delicacy of mind.

(To be concluded in our next.)

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THE PEN OF ASMODEUS.

ONE day the demon Asmodeus took a fine peu, and made of it a secret talisman, which had the power of striking with madness every one who became possessed of it: he took care, however, that as it passed from one hand to another, he would so watch over it that it should not be destroyed. After all this was settled, he launched it forth into the world.

ence over them; all at once they were seen throwing their three-legged stools against the hotels, and beginning to destroy and overthrow every thing. The nobility, the clergy, the middle classes, all assembled to put an end to this tumult; they had some power at first, but the confounded pen got between their fingers, and all their power was at an end.

The first person to whose lot it fell, was Then they accused, without any motive, a youth, who languished for the greatest the royal prerogative; next minute restorbeauty of all beauties, whom he could noted all its rights; and always inconsequent, obtain, and to whom he wrote the most ex-suppressed the nobility, declared the pertravagant protestations, as well as to her son of the King sacred and inviolate, then parents. It then became the property of a conducted him to prison, and brought him Prince, and turned his head for an opera- to judgment. After this great stroke, the singer, for whom he had the honour of safety of persons and property was proruining himself. From him it passed to a claimed; and the next moment all the fashionable Abbe, and inspired him to serve rich were declared, guilty and the nobles his best friend by carrying off his wife, were sent out of the country. France beafter having just preached an energetic came a republic, and two or three little sermon on the real duties of christianity. rulers were installed, each one more imperious than the other. Liberty was unlimited, yet every one was put to death that dared to maintain an opinion.

Thrown out of the window by Mr. Abbe in a fit of petulance, at not being able to make a rhyme, our heroine was picked up by a cobler; and soon the poor devil became so mad, that he wanted a strait waistcoat. He deserted his poor Peggy, sang no more, affected to march with gravity, and declared war against the rich and noble. His companions imitated him; My Lady Pen extended her influ

To watch over the general safety, the beneficent pen established a committee; immediately the prisons became crowded with people of each sex and of all ages: and the greatest part of these free people were suspected. At length the committee for public safety took the most salutary

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DARK the storm begins to lour,
Now the shades of night fall fast,
Furious o'er the barren moor,

Sweeps the rising tempest's blast.
Hark! the thunder rolls along,

See, that light'ning's vivid blaze,
Gleams upon an armed throng;
Helm and nodding plume displays.
Who is he, that martial knight,
Leader of this little band,
Cas'd in panoply so bright,
Arm'd with spear,

and shield, and brand?

Know ye not that hero's name,
Lives it not in minstrel's lay?
Wallace bold, of deathless fame,
Never will his praise decay.
Ask you why these warriors brave
All the dangers of the night?
Though the tempest round them rave,
Onward why they urge their flight?
But that forky flash so blue,

Which yon nitrons clouds swift pour,
Has disclosed to their view

Gask's lone ruin'd mould'ring tower.

Now they reach the postern gate,

Cross in haste the fosse profound, Every breast with joy elate,

That a shelter they have found.

Listen, listen to my rede;

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I to you can truly tell,
Why they fly with cautious speed,
How pursued thro' glen and dell.
Wallace boldly did oppose,

With his brave and gallant few,
On this day a host of foes,

Britain's fierce usurping crew.
'Twas on Black-ernes rugged side,
Where the martial bands engag'd,
Freemen's spears in blood were dy'd,
Wild the swell of conflict rag'd.

Many a South'ron bit the plain,

Scottish brands and spears were keen; Many a gallant Scot was slain,

And 'scap'd the slaughter but sixteen.

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Sharp and hot was the pursuit,
Blood-hounds of the keenest scent,
Trac'd the flying heroes' route,

Track'd the very path they went. But if blood be spilt, they say,

It will mar their scent so keen; Blood was spt by chance that day, And the truth was fully seen.

Fawdon came from Erin's land,

Dark and savage was the wight, Join'd the heroes' little band,

And escap'd with them in flight.

Whilst effecting their retreat,
Fawdon would no farther go;
'Twas in vain to sue, entreat;
Still the savage answered-" No."

Rose the hero's passion high,

Drew his brand; with gore 'twas red,
Thought, perchance, he was a spy,
Lopp'd the savage laggard's head.
Soon the sleuth hounds scent the gore,
Soon the fatal spot they gain;
Here their stern pursuit is o'er,
Blows or cheering prove in vain.

Now they're safe in Gask's old tow'r,
Shelter'd by these ruins lone;

It is midnight's awful hour,

Hark! What means yon bugle horn?

At the postern gate they hear,

Loud a bugle blast resound; It was hollow, shrill, and drear,

And it seem'd no earthly sound.

High amazement seiz'd the band,

Should their foes have trac'd them there; Every warrior drew his brand,

Bent one common fate to share.

Two were straight dispatched to see What could mean this summons bold; Whether friend or foeman he,

Who had trac'd them to this hold.

Those within impatient burn'd,

Long the dread result to know; But their comrades ne'er return'd; Still the horn was heard to blow.

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Terror reigns in fullest pow'r,

Hark! the horn grows louder still!
Seems to shake the very tower.
With its tones so deep and shrill.
Mixed with the tempest's swell,

Strange unearthly voices drear,
And a deep mouth'd blood-hound's yell,
Howling round they seem to hear :
Two by two the warriors went,

Till the chief was left alone; None return'd that there were sent,

What their fate was, never known. Then the horn more loudly blew,

Wallace summons all his might; To the postern down he flew

What an object blasts his sight!
Fawdon's headless ghost was there!
Horror froze the warrior's blood,
Rose erect his bristling hair,

Like a statue fix'd he stood.
In the spectre's hand was seen,
Bleeding still, his ghastly head;
Wallace ne'er before I ween,

Felt his soul so fill'd with dread.

Ready to dispute the pass,

Deeply frown'd its head so grim, Threatening its action was,

Shook the chief in every limb.
Each mortal foe he durst assail,
Liv'd not one his soul could quell;
What does mortal might avail,
'Gainst the grizzly sprites from hell?
Soon recov❜ring from his fright,

Back he fled with furions haste
To the tower ;-the vengeful sprite
Fast the flying hero chac'd.
Up the winding stairs he flew,

Leading to the watch-tower high;
Still the spectre did pursue,

But a window met his eye. Iron bars the outlet guard,

Nerv'd with terrors at the fay, Shook them furiously and hard,

Eat by rust, they soon gave way. Fearless thence himself he cast;

Close beneath the watch-tower's wall,
Flow'd a river, deep and fast,
Broke the hero's lofty fall.

Fear the knight with speed supplied,
Terrors strong his mind assail,
Fast he floated down the tide,
'Till his strength began to fail.
As he stopp'd to breathe awhile,
Now a landing place was near;
Back to Gask's lone ruin'd pile,
Thence he threw a glance with fear.
Sudden horror thrill'd his soul,

Scarce he thought himself secure,
Flames their spiry columns roll,
Round that dread terrific tower.

Fiercer than the beacon's blaze,
Which in time of war burns bright,
Far around it shot its rays,
Gleaming horribly thro' night.
On the battlements he saw
(More than mortal was its size)
The dread spectre of his foe,
Bursting on his wond'ring eyes.
In the vengeful spirit's hand,

Bright a burning beam did glare, Round he whirl'd the flaming brand, Sparks hiss'd dreadful thro' the air. Think what rapture and delight, Thrill thro' all the warrior's frame, That he had escap'd the sprite,

And you tower enwrap't in flame!
Oh! could he have 'scap'd as well
British Edward's deadly hate,
As this denizen of hell;

But his doom was fix'd by fate.
Dragg'd from his dear native land,
By a ruthless despot's pow'r,
Doom'd to die on foreign strand,

Fate push'd on the hero's hour. Scotia's children at his name,

Feel within their bosoms burn Bright the patriotic flame;

Still bedew with tears his urn. Marble and recording brass, †

May prove faithless to the tale, Which to them committed was; When both time and rust assail. But immortal is his praise,

A fame ;-which time cannot deform; That will bloom in future days, Unsubdu'd by every storm.

J. PERCY.

On Thursday the 22d of September, being the anniversary of the victory obtained by the brave Sir William Wallace, at Stirling Bridge, in the year 1297, the Earl of Buchan dedicated the colossal statue of the hero, formerly announced to the public as being in progress, in the following very laconic and impressive man

ner:

"In the name of my brave and worthy country, I dedicate this monument as sacred to the memory of Wallace:

"The peerless Knight of Ellerslie,

"Who wav'd on Ayr's romantic shore "The beamy torch of liberty!

"And roaming round from sea to sea, "From glade obscure, or gloomy rock, "His bold compatriots called to free "The realm from Edward's iron yoke."

The situation of this monumental statue is truly striking, and commands a lovely view. When the work is quite finished, it will have a fine effect. The simple and sublime inscription from Thomson's Autumn, is to be

"Great Patriot Hero!-Ill-requited Chief."

ON A LAWYER.

A plaintiff thus explained his cause
To counsel learned in the laws:-
"My bond-maid lately ran away,
"And in her flight was met by A,
"Who, knowing she belong'd to me,
"Espons'd her to his servant B.
"The issue of this marriage, pray?
"Do they belong to me, or A?”
The lawyer, true to his vocation,
Gave sign of deepest cogitation,
Look'd at a score of books, or near,

Then hemm'd, and said, "Your case is clear.
"Those children, so begot by B
"Upon your handmaid must, you ́see,
"Be your's, or A's.-Now this I say:
"They can't be your's, if they to A
"Belong-it follows then, of course,
"That if they are not his, they're your's.
"Therefore-by my advice-in short,
"You'll take the opinion of the court."

ADDRESS TO HEALTH.
HEALTH, brightest visitant from heaven,
Grant me with thee to rest!
For the short time by nature given,
Be thou my constant guest!

For all the pride that wealth bestows,

The pleasure that from children flows
Whate'er we court in regal state
That make men covet to be great;
Whatever sweet we hope to find
In love's delightful snare,
Whatever good by heaven assign'd,
Whatever pause from care,
All flourish at thy smile divine;
The spring of loveliness is thine,
And every joy that warms our hearts
With thee approaches and departs.

ON A DAUGHTER WHO DIED YOUNG.
SWEET maid, thy parents fondly thought
To strew thy bride-bed, not thy bier;
But thou hast left a being fraught

With wiles and toils and anxious fear.
For us remains a journey drear,

For thee a blest eternal prime,
Uniting in thy short career,

Youth's blossom, with the fruit of time.

G.

FASHIONS

FOR

DECEMBER, 1814.

EXPLANATION OF THE PRINTS OF FASHION.

No. 1.-POLONAISE FULL DRESS. This tasteful and novel dress, for which we are obliged to the elegant invention of || Mrs. Bell, is composed of rose-colour French gauze, and the body, as our readers will perceive by the Plate, is calculated to display to the greatest advantage the shape of the wearer; nothing can possibly exhibit a fine neck and bosom more strikingly than the front of this dress. The white satin band which goes round the waisted; there is not, perhaps, any appendage fastens in a tasteful bow behind; the trim- to full dress which, in the hands of an ming of the bottom is exquisitely fancied, elegant and tasteful belle, may be rendered and the whole dress may be pronounced so becoming as feathers; the late lovely the most striking, tasteful, and elegant that and unfortunate Marie Antoinette was parwe have ever seen. The beautiful cap ticularly fond of them, and when she led which accompanies this dress, was invented the fashions of Europe they were in high by Mrs. Bell expressly for a lady of high "reputation. It must, however, be confessed,

distinction, who is partial to feathers. This cap, called the Polonaise, is made with a full puffing of blond lace, confined with beads, in various folds; it is also made either in plain or spangled white lace, crape, delicate white kerseymere, or for matronly || ladies in white satin: the form of this headdres is perfectly novel and elegantly becoming; its graceful effect is much heightened by the feathers with which it is ornament

that every thing depends upon the manner || winter, and the danger of leaving warm

of placing them; and when worn in the hair, the bad taste of a femme de chambre often spoils their effect; but this cannot happen where, as in the instance before us, they are worn in a cap. Feathers also heighten the splendour of full dress considerably, and they are also well calculated to give a degree of dignity to the figure of a slight and youthful belle. Necklace, bracelets, and earrings of diamonds. Small crape fan exquisitely embroidered in silver; and white kid slippers and gloves complete this elegant dress.

No. 2.-OPERA, THEATRE, EVENING PAR

TIES, AND CARRIAGE WRAP.

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row of the same round the bottom of the dress. Over this is thrown the new wraping cloak, manufactured from the wool of the female lama; unlike most other inventions of a similar nature, it is both elegant and useful: a fine figure appears in it to considerable advantage. With respect to the cloth, we never saw any thing so exquisitely beautiful; its delicate softness, its transcendant fineness; and, what is, perhaps, a superior recommendation, the warmth which it communicates to the frame, renders it an indispensable appendage to the out-door costume of ladies of fashion; and we congratulate Mrs. Bell upon an invention which will contribute so much to the comfort of the fair sex.This wrap will effectually secure ladies from the effects of colds, which are generally created by ladies leaving the opera, the theatre, evening parties, or their carriage, without a proper covering; it is made so that it may be worn over the most elegant dress, without the least deranging it; and thrown off the dress momentarily. To render the wrap more useful, the Ladies' Chapeau Bras forms the hood: thus the most effectual means are conceived for the prevention of colds, incidental to the

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places, without a proper covering. The trimming which ornaments the wrap is the newly invented Britannia trimming, far more elegant than fur, and the best substitute for fur hitherto discovered. It has, we understand, cost Mrs. Bell much trouble and expence, to bring it to its present perfection; it is intended not only for trimings, but also for hats, bonnets, &c. a purpose for which it is most admirably adapted. One of the chief recommendations of this trimming, is its novelty, nothing of the kind having ever been introduced before; and, perhaps, no article which has ever been brought before the public, is so well calculated to answer the purposes for which it is intended. As a substitute for fur, its merits are obvious, while from the lightness of its texture it is considerably more elegant than fur; for muffs and tippets, it is far superior to swansdown; and our fair fashionables consider it so elegant in hats and bonnets, that they order scarcely any thing else.

The above dresses were invented by Mrs. Bell, Inventress of the Ladies Chapeau Bras, and of whom only they can be had, at her Magazin des Modes, No. 26, Charlottestreet, Bedford-square.

GENERAL OBSERVATIONS

ON

FASHION AND DRESS.

The early meeting of Parliament, has made the town unusually full for the season, and the annals of fashion, for the ensuing winter, promises to be more than commonly brilliant.

In the promenade costume, our fair pedestrians seem to vie with each other in the richness rather than in the variety of their attire. Pelisses are still in the highest estimation, but we have no variety to notice in their form, which is simply that described in our last Number; the materials of which they are composed, are either cloth, kerseymere, velvet, or satin; dark colours seem more in favour than they have yet been for the last two or three winters; dark green, bright purple, ruby, and

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