Assure yourself 'twas a concerted stratagem.
Montgomery's been at Holyrood for months,
And can have sent no letter-'twas a plan
On you and on your dollars, and a base one,
To which this Kanger was most likely privy;
Such men as he hang on our fiercer barons,
The ready agents of their lawless will;
Boys of the belt, who aid their master's pleasures,
And in his moods ne'er scruple his injunctions.
But haste, for now we must unkennel Quentin;
I've strictest charge concerning him.

ISABEL.

He has indeed no option-but he comes not.
Begone on thy commission-I go this way
To meet thy husband.

[MARION goes to her Tower, and after enter-
ing it is seen to come out, lock the door, and
leave the Stage, as if to execute AUCHIN-
DRANE's commission. He apparently going
off in a different direction, has watched her
from the side of the Stage, and on her de-
parture speaks.

The merry old man, with the glistening hair; He left the tower at midnight, for my father Brought him a letter.

Seen surely nothing, and I cannot think

That they have lot or share in what I heard.

I heard my mother praying, for the corpse-lights

Just as the Abbey steeple toll'd the knell,

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There was a heavy plunge upon the waters,
And some one cried aloud for mercy!-mercy!
It was the water-spirit, sure, which promised
Mercy to boat and fisherman, if we
Perform'd to-day's rites duly. Let me go-
I am to lead the ring.

OFFICER (to SERGEANT.)
Detain her not. She cannot tell us more;
To give her liberty is the sure way

To fure her parents homeward.-Strahan, take two
men,
And should the father or the mother come,
Arrest them both, or either. Auchindrane'
May come upon the beach; arrest him also,
But do not state a cause. I'll back again,
And take directions from my Lord Dunbar.
Keep you upon the beach, and have an eye
To all that passes there. [Exeunt, separately.

! [This passage was probably suggested by a striking one in Southey's Life of Nelson, touching the corpse of the Neapolitan Prince Caraccioli, executed on board the Foudroyant, then the great British Admiral's flag-ship, in the bay of Naples in 1799. The circumstances of Caraccioli's trial and death form, it is almost needless to observe, the most unpleasant chapter in Lord Nelson's history:

"The body," says Southey," was carried out to a considerable distance and sunk in the bay, with three double-headed shot,

Hear me yet more!-I say I did the deed
With all the coolness of a practised hunter
When dealing with a stag. I struck him overboard,
And with MacLellan's aid I held his head
Under the waters, while the Ranger tied
The weights we had provided to his feet.
We cast him loose when life and body parted,
And bid him speed for Ireland. But even then,
As in defiance of the words we spoke,
The body rose upright behind our stern
One half in ocean, and one half in air,
And tided after as in chase of us.

weighing two hundred and fifty pounds, tied to its legs. Between two or three weeks afterwards, when the King (of Naples) was on board the Foudroyant, a Neapolitan fisherman came to the ship, and solemnly declared, that Caraccioli had risen from the bottom of the sea, and was coming as fast as he could to Naples, swimming half out of the water. Such an account was listened to like a tale of idle credulity. The day being fair, Nelson, to please the King, stood out to sea; but the ship had not proceeded far be fore a body was distinctly seen, upright in the water, and approach ing them. It was recognised to be, indeed, the corpse of Carac cioli, which had risen and floated, while the great weights at tached to the legs kept the body in a position like that of a living man. A fact so extraordinary astonished the King, and perhaps excited some feelings of superstitious fear, akin to regret. He gave permission for the body to be taken on shore, and receive Christian burial "-Life of Nelson, chap. vi.]

[M8.-" And, baited by my slave, I used my dagger."]

Father, 'tis fitter that we both should die,
Leaving no heir behind.-The piety
Of a bless'd saint, the morals of an anchorite,
Could not atone thy dark hypocrisy,
Or the wild profligacy I have practised.
Ruin'd our house, and shatter'd be our towers,
And with them end the curse our sins have merited!
[Exeunt.

of ' Waverley. The verse, too, is more rough, natural, and nervous, than that of Halidon Hill; but, noble as the effort was, it was eclipsed so much by his splendid romances, that the public still complained that he had not done his best, and that his genius was not dramatic."-ALLAN CUNNINGHAM-Athenaum, 14th Dec., 1833.]