The National Register.
London, England, 1821-01-08 00:00:00

THE NATIONAL REGISERT

attentions, the hand that Mares la his grasp, may be united
with • love that is entwined with the lieuutrings, though
the pride of virgin modesty prevents its avowal. Lovely,
hut misguided woman! the tear that has nsver vct been abed
for titan, can glisten in the eye, w pile it trellis the memory
of thy a orth, thy beauty, and ill) sorrows. 11did indeed
most be the heart that can indict on thee who art so lovely
nod so gentle, one pang of remorse, title sentiment of aux irly ;
but harder still the disposition of that seducer, who can
deface by his unholy passion the mold beautiful work of God.
It seas evideat, from the depression of her spirits, and the
hreasing languor of her frame that the poor girl was gradually
dying away. I ler constitution took its time of action from
her mind, and their united operation hurried the lovely vic-
tim insensibly to the tomb. With her family she was ever
quiet and uncomplaining, and it was only when left alone in
the solitude of her room, that she wept for the desertion of
her lover. Her former favourite antisem.iits were neglected
with a sigh, or continued with indsfference I but she would
stand fur hours in the shrubbery where she had lust met Juan,
listen as the night wind moaned among the trees, and
stud the twilight crept over the face of the landscape...—
Each circumstance of their former love was then recalled,
and atth it the gulling reflection, that they had parted to
nice, no more.

The evening before her intended marriage with Di
Aratiza, w bile the palace rung with the sounds of festivity,
and the light tones of music echoed from a numerous
bridal assembly, she hastened from the scene of gaiety,
cult retired to her favourite summer-house, that termi-
nated the shrubbery, where she loved so much to wander.
It was a clear cloudless night, sparkling in all the heath!)
of an Italian sky, and studded with a million tints of rich-
ness. The nightingale had commenced her song of me-
lancholy, and the evening breeze, as it wafted on its
wings her distant notes of softness, struk with a sensation
of Lath to the widowed heart of the mourner. She re-
called the past with a sigh' and remembered, a lien hang-
ing fondly on the arm of Joan, site had discoursed with
him on the silvery loveliness of the night landscape. But
'talk ! a well known voice arrested her attention ; the
sound olapproaching footsteps was heard, and in an in-
stant her lover wan at the feet of his Marion. " And did
you think," he passionately exclaimed, as he kissed the
starting tears from her eyes." " Did you think, sweetest
girl, that Don J/1411 would desert you ? He retired indeed
fur a time, but it was only to return with honour and sa-
tisfaction. The death of an uncle has left him the un-
contested heir of a title and estate, and the noble Count
Juan Shogarrow sues fur the honour of an alliance with
the beautiful daughter of IJOerto."
" Joan, my beloved," replied Marion, it mast not—
cannot be—an oath of horrid import has been sworn, and
to-morrow most the penance be fulfilled. Anotherpos.
seises the rights that I have so often promised should be
your's only ; and thong's my heart will be for ever thine,
nay person must belong to Di Aranga. But he will not re-
tam it long—for if there is trolls in my dying words, the
boar of my detested nuptials will be the hour of my de-
cease.',—" Marion, deceitful Marion," replied Sborrago,
as his countenance glowed with indignation, " is this the
reward you promised me when last we met and parted?—
Is this the gratitude 1 exported. wneli I gave up life and
fame, and hope ; and all for you?—Cruel, deceitful %v-
-illa!), we here inert fur the last time to converse in the
accents of kiuditess. Me yon will see uo more. I shall
roam to other climes, and in the presence of other women..
may forget the one who has deceived me."

Stan me—annihilate me—forget ate—fly from me for
ever. But lel us part at least in kiudness. Oh 1 Juan,
did you know then, ts that have been practised to wean me
hum thy side; a father kneeling at my feet, and swing for
obedience, you would pity, but you would not condemn me..
And must we part Manger, here, even here., where we have
we have so ofteu 'set in fa:Massif Look around, my beloved,
and gaze on the scenes of oar former happiuess; here is the
sweet shrubbery where we first met, and beak is the terrace
where we last parted. -Here too is the .summer-liouse that
first echoed with the transports of our udectiun, and replied
to the sound of our deiroirs' •
" Yes; here indeed they are," rejoined Sbngarro, softened
by this appeal to his affection;" and here will they ever
remain, mute emblems of the inconstancy of woman. The
The moon still rolls oil unchanged tiwou4li the firmament ;
the breeze still sighs amid the slumbering acacias; the stars
still shed their mild influence on the night season; but the
heart of Marion is changed, and the sweet'', Is of her love
departed."—a Oh 1 do not speak so cruelly," replied
Marion; " I am thine—for ever thine. The moon may
change in her course of brightness; the matinee breeze may
dy for away to the hills of the west, and return to us no OMIT
—hut my beast will be sun unchanged—true in life as desth,"
--.4 Then rove with me Marion, to some score beautiful
Chow.; where, removed from the scenes of our aflietiou,
we w forgeittliat weever sorrowed, and live alone (or love."
" a cruel struggle, Juan, but it wPI be over soon—l
have not 1011 g to live, and my el • g tuumcals must never
be by disobedience. Farrwell—forgive—tor;:et me
if plosible, and, in the mom of some happier wontaii, think
Ware ml Atrium Ilut if you should ever recall her to
,our mind, speak of her with fundntu, and say that she
died to act Ve y slut bark ! the lights arc in the golden
101.1•11Ve is discovered. Fly,
,Jaaii, fly.
mid be tiiis food this patting his the lust I shall ever imprint
upon )our lips,
Joan had hilt surhiclent Bute to efliTt hlseseape, a hen the
paa. featured I ivas discovered, and conveyed in a wow leas.
condition to the crowded hall of the palace.
ime following morning KM ushered in by the ringing of
the bolls of the palace of 11.1berto ;toil tile unhappy Marion
was led to the altar by the gay Duke Ili Atonal, and the
ceremony proceeded, interrupted truly at times by the stilled
sighs of the victim,

The ceremony wnsnt length concluded, and Marion was
was the v ife of I)i A ratan. As the party was itreparin4 to
quit the chapel, she motioned then; to stay ; and addressing
it. r father with sole 'ty, eselnimcd, " Ifeatest author of
my bciaf ! the roan'e is fulfilled, and the vit•li-n may re-
tile %sit!, Miaow ! I have ncrforined your ui+hr,—l have
warned 1)1 ANION, ; hut there is a sttonger pow, r th,st
claims are, mid tell, me 1 am the bride of d:•.sth.•' She
ceased, rend casting on her fdllier our look of the most
resi:otri rtpn•ssinn, dropped lir, less :it his fret, They
roi-ed In r "..10111.d, but her gentle mart %s at broke,
and her pu:e had missed awn,.

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NATURAL CUIIIOIIITY.—it tenant of the 11ev. J.
Cottle, of 11 arwiek, has just presented to hint a
part of the solid butt of an 2251) tre, containing
within it the skull of some anno4l (on'.nown.) It
%vit, in the pat of the tire, Low k t ;.!..)%,- the
wound, and wits petltxtly ent.iu.‘il iu :•ulid tnaba.

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