1805, and by the Peace of Tilsit, the 8th July 1807)—and soon after oblige him to march to his assistance against the Emperor 'of Austria. I have seen him destroy the power of the King of Prussia in fifteen days, and strike all Europe with dismay. I have seen him dethrone five Kings-the Kings of France, Naples, Sardinia, and two Kings of Spain, Charles IV. and Ferdinand VII.) -and create eight others-(the Kings of Etruria, Italy, Holland, Naples, Bavaria, Wirtemburg, Saxony, and Westphalia)-annex Holland to France-(the 15th Dec. 1809, the day of the most extraordinary divorce which is mentioned in history)-dictate to Spain as if it were one of his provinces, employ her forces as his own, and at last take possession of the whole kingdom. In short, I have seen him extend his dominion farther than that of Charlemagne, and find nothing that could resist his ambition but the King of Great Britain, sometimes alone against the whole host of European power, and sometimes with the troops of the continent in his pay."

THE MAID OF ST. MARINO.

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Fatigued and harassed both in body and mind, he could scarcely articulate his request to Tancred, an ancient and favoured domestic, for permission to see his widowed sister Juliana. Affected by his distress, the good creature, instead of complying with the request, urged him to take some refreshment. Roderigo looked up with an air of surprise-" You evade my question, Tancred. I would see the Countess. My brother is murdered; from her I would learn the particulars. Distressed as she undoubtedly is, Juliana will nevertheless receive with redoubled tenderness a participating friend and brother." Tancred shook his venerable head-" Alas! no, my Lord-The Countess has never been visible to strangers since her husband's death. Even the Signor Taverini was scarcely admitted. Her grief exceeds all due bounds-and then-and then-pardon me, Signor-but the report-" "What report ?-but begone, old man, nor tempt my rage.-Strangers-said you? Is the lamenting brother of Count Francis classed with strangers ?-Yet stop.Where is this Taverini, who is admitted to privileges unallowed to Roderigo Vanzenza?"-Tancred hesitated, and was about to speak; when, at the appearance of a Cavalier, muffled up in a black cloak, he bowed, and was retiring. But Vanzenza, seizing his shoulder-" Speak," he demanded, "who is this Taverini?" "I," cried the Cavalier, letting fall the cloak which

had covered the lower part of his face" am Signor Taverini," exchanging the most indignant looks with Roderigo with one who seemed ready to defy him to the teeth. "And I," answered the agitated Count, "am Count Vanzenza, brother to the late unhappy Francis.", Taverini stepped back." You are come," he rejoined, "in an unlucky moment-the Countess's grief-" -" "Cannot exceed mine, Signor. Tancred, shew me to her apartment. Tancred moved reluctantly, but commanded by him, who was now his Lord, he dared not dispute. And stopping at a room, which opened upon a corridor that faced the noble garden, he gladly retired. This room was hung with all the insignia of the most pompous mourning; and at the farther end, in a small oratory, he beheld the Countess in a robe of black. Her face was turned from the door; but hearing him enter "I thought you long," she said, "These are melancholy moments to pass alone!" The softness of her accents alarmed Roderigo, who had often remarked her haughty tone, even when addressing her late Lord; but distress, thought he, can quell the highest spirit. He was now advancing, when a violent shriek from Juliana arrested his step" Save me," cried the amazed Lady" He comes again to dip his hands in blood!" Appalled at this terrible exclamation, Vanzenza turned to Taverini," (who entered in haste) for a solution of such an extraordinary address. -"She is frantic, my Lord. Her words are not to be regarded. Some terrible reports have obtained since her Lord's death." "Reports, again!" interrupted the astonished nobleman. “To what do they belong?-of what nature?" "I can only say,' returned Taverini," that the chambers facing the sea have exhibited some horrible appearances, which indeed could not be concealed from Lady Juliana; and she is now convinced, that our late honoured friend, whom you have been told was found dead in one of those rocms, owes his death to—" "O," cried the Countess, "to a monster, who dares insult me by his presence!" Roderigo's countenance darkened with suspicion; he frowned awfully upon Taverini.-The words he had just witnessed were of import; however, this was no time for investigation, and he approached his sister with a view of offering that consolation her sad situation demanded. She grew calmer, but chose not to enter into any conversation; and this reluctance he attributed to the presence of Taverini. Finding her gloomy reserve encrease, rather than diminish, he quitted her presence, under the idea that his brother had received some foul play, and fully determined to watch the motion's of him who he now violently suspected to be the author of the present calamity.

[To be continued.]

EARLY RISING;

OR, GOODY GRISKIN'S DISASTERS.

(Concluded from Page 23.)

The red libella on his back
Sustain'd it through the airy track;
Quivering his brilliant wings so free,
And shook his sting at all but ine.
Her guard, a score of humming bees,
Fat with the sweets of vernal trees;
Their livery nutty brown and pale,
And each a lance within the tail:-
Around their Lady Queen they throng,
To cheer her with their Summer song.
All these she bade at distance keep,
Then leap'd the car, for Dame asleep.
"Hey day!" she cried, as drawing near,
"What, has some ugly fiend been here ?
"The house disorder'd-fire burnt out→→→
"No spinning wheel turn'd round about;
"The besom idle against the wall,-
"The magpie's cage about to fall!
"The chattering bird got out on high,

Breaking the quiet with her cry;

"The Dame loud snoring and her cat,-
"What has the busy fates been at ?”
At this she way'd her wand in air,
Made of a camel's silken hair.

In anger next to work she goes,

Then pinch'd the Dame and prick'd her nose; Till finding sleep would still disgrace,

She bade a gad-fly sting her face:

A summer gnat was passing by,

Who begg'd that she her skill might try; And strait, as Queen Nymphidia speaks, She stings and blisters Griskin's cheeks. And strait the Dame, with great surprise, Begins to wake, and rubb'd her eyes:"For shame!-for shame!" Nymphidia cry'd, "Is this the way you time deride?

"Has madness dropp'd from out the moon?
Rise!-rise in haste-'tis turn'd of noon.

"For shame, bestir, thou drowsy elf,
The work will never do itself;

Bestir thee, Dame, and make amends,

"'Ere thou and I again are friends.”

This said, she frowning mounts her car,
And vanish'd like a falling star :-

The house cat hears and shakes her furs,
And round she rubs and louder purs,
Then curl'd her tail, stretch'd out her paw,
And gave her troubl'd dame a claw.
Up Griskin jump'd in sad affright,
For lo! the sun had reach'd its height;
She saw the house disorder'd lay,
Miss'd all the thieves, had stol'n away
Beheld her fry was eaten up;

The cream all lick'd from out her cup;
Aud saw within her garden ground,
Sad desolation spread around;
And (greatest pain beneath the sun,)
She saw the work could not be done;
At this she sadly looked and sigh'd,
Then sat her down, and thus she cry'd :-
"Had I, as always wont to do,
"Got up at six, instead of two,
"My work had fairly been complete,
"My house in order, all things neat,
"My garden safe, to me so dear,

My skillet, and my clothes been here."
Alas!-alas! I'm quite dismay'd,
My landlord must return unpaid :—
Forgive me, Fairy Queen, this crime,
I'll never rise before my time;
But labour cheerful when 'tis light,
And leave to fools to work by night,-
Convinc'd 'tis not the ready way,

To rise before the night be spent ;
But the well-spending of the day-
That leads to PROFIT and CONTENT,

WORDSWORTH'S WHITE DOE,

OF BOLTON PRIORY.

(Continued from page 46.)

Norton then addressed himself to the Earl of Northumber land; and having stated the justness of the cause for which they were assembled, he took the banner, which his daughter had embroidered, out of his son's hand, and, having explained its device, which was the cross and five wounds of our Saviour, it was accepted with acclamation by the surrounding multitude, as their common standard. The leaders of the insurrection, and their followers, march to Durham, and thence to Wetherby.

In the mean time, Francis is described, in some pleasing lines, standing afar off, with breast unmailed, unweaponed hand,' watching his father, and keeping the banner ever in sight. Suddenly news is brought that the royal army, in great force, is rapidly marching upon York. Upon this, the leaders of the insurrection resolve upon a retreat to Naworth. Norton strong ly remonstrates against what he deems an impolitic and pusillan imous measure; but the trumpet is sounded, and the retre at immediately commences. While old Norton, in deep desponcl ency, is lingering in the rear, and musing upon his daughter Emily, Francis suddenly appears before him; and having shew n how vain it is to expect any thing but failure under a chief of so little wisdom and courage, proposes that his father should immediately provide for his own safety, offering to share his fate, whatever it may be. His father, however, rejects both his ad vice and his services with scorn, and Francis retires, to wait for some happier opportunity of interposing.

The fourth Canto brings the reader back to Rylstone Hall. The description, with which it opens, of the old mansion by moonlight, is among the most successful passages of the poem. The sober tone of the language is well suited to the repose which belongs to the subject.

While Emily is still musing upon the recollections which the scenes around bring to her mind, and offering up a prayer for the success of her brother Francis, all which is told with considerable pathos, she sees an old man, who had grown grey in friendship with her father, and whose offer of service she accepts by requesting him to repair to the army, and procure a report of whatever had happened since the departure of her father and brothers-unconscious that their fate was already decided; that the rebels had been dispersed; and her father and all her brothers, except Francis, taken prisoners, in an assault upon Barnard Castle.

In the fifth Canto, Emily appears, watching the arrival of news, upon the top of Norton tower, when the old man returns, and relates, as gently as he could, the sad tidings which he had to impart. He had found her father in prison, and Francis (though not as a prisoner) with him. He then mentions a conversation which he had witnessed between these two; in which old Norton had charged his son to regain, if possible, the banner, and to lay it upon St. Mary's shrine at Bolton Abbey, as a memorial of the purity and disinterestedness of the motives for which he had risked all that was dear to him

"Yea offered up this beauteous brood,
This fair unrivall'd brotherhood;