The grave of one that from the precipice
Fell in an evil hour. Their bridle-bells
Ring merrily; and many a loud, long laugh
Re-echoes; but at once the sounds are lost.
Unconscious of the good in store below,

The holy fathers have turned off, and now
Cross the brown heath, ere long to wag their beards
Before my lady-abbess, and discuss

Things only known to the devout and pure

O'er her spiced bowl-then shrive the sister-hood,
Sitting by turns with an inclining ear

In the confessional. He moves his lips
As with a curse-then paces up and down,
Now fast, now slow, brooding and muttering on;
Gloomy alike to him the past, the future.

But hark, the nimble tread of numerous feet!
-'Tis but a dappled herd, come down to slake
Their thirst in the cool wave. He turns and aims;
Then checks himself, unwilling to disturb
The sleeping echoes.Once again he earths;
Slipping away to house with them beneath,
His old companions in that hiding-place,
The bat, the toad, the blind-worm, and the newt;
And hark, a footstep, firm and confident,
As of a man in haste. Nearer it draws;
And now is at the entrance of the den.
Ha! 'tis a comrade, sent to gather in
The band for some great enterprize.-

-Who wants

A sequel, may read on.

The unvarnished tale, That follows, will supply the place of one. "Twas told me by the Count St. Angelo, When in a blustering night he sheltered me In that brave castle of his ancestors O'er GARIGLIANO, and is such indeed As every day brings with it-in a land Where laws are trampled on, and lawless men Walk in the sun; but it should not be lost, For it may serve to bind us to our Country.

THREE days they lay in ambush at my gate,
Then sprung and led me captive. Many a wild
We traversed; but RUSCONI, 'twas no less,
Marched by my side, and, when I thirsted, climbed
The cliffs for water; though, whene'er he spoke,