The Virginian. [volume] (Lynchburg [Va.]) 1822-1829, 1826-09-28

II was not long before I've youn
Count Expressed his letcrmina,io
> tn make a Journey to the Hurley, 10
he purpose of seeing its charnlin!
occupant. Many PERSONS, however
adopted the darker theory concern
ing this mysterious being. aud trie,
10 dissuadc The young Count frou
81 perilous an adventure. rcptesen
tug her as n witch, who put an ;
beautiful sembla bCe, and breathct
sweet music. only 10 lure 10 thci,
destruction all who came Within III,
influence of her charms. But lib,
Count WAS In The full Hush of youth
ahd when was youth ever restrain
ed by prudence, when beauty was
in the case
lie set off, therefore. on his Jour
ner, accompanied by n brilliant
suite OF youthful knights, who burn.
ed To 50 upon 50 romantic an expe-
dltion. The Count made no secret of
his intention oil bringing the nymph
away from the place which had
been TIE scene of so many fatal mis-
chlels. aud tl,cn Judge impartlally
oi the various stories in circulation
rcspe tin; her. lie embarked,
therefore, upon the Rhine, in Il
splendldly ornanented bark, shin
ing With gold, and streaming with
ais ~ II banner, and thr gay PEN
nOns ol his various followers.
The sun had just sci hen they
came within sight 81 the l. riley.
A fine tint Of deep rose roloar still
lowed in the western sky; while
in the east, the cold, blae Of hight
gave distinctly To view the bright
stars which shonr amongst It. The
boats guided rapidly With the stream
the current OF which was already
become quicker in proportion as
they approached the Lake of ST.
Gnur. On the rock of the Hurley
the nymph Vas seated, singing
her long hair vas streaming nppo
the Wind, and she held in her hands
a girdle OF ri,er-corai. As they
drew near, they began to dtstin
guish the words OF her song
" Come, oh come
To my wstry home
The white shroud of lilies waits for thee
The glistening wave
Is the mortnl's grave
But oh g. It's q sweet, sweet bono 10 me
float in the cool
Aud deep, dark pool
Tiny sink to tho sand of the river bed
And their dying wall
Is lost in the gale,
Which ripples the river above their head
i" The King of tho Waters
Hath many daughters,
Some Tor The lake, aud some for tho sea,
But oh it is mine
To watch Ger the Rhine
The khine IN itself, is m ocean 10 me.
lis waves are rs bright,
When in clear moonlight
| They break while tho current onward rnshes
Aud the vines hing Ger
The craggy shore,
| Aud adorn its face with their brilliant blnshei
ooh Father hear me
The bark draws near me,
! 70 tate me off 10 the dry, dry shore !
Where the waters hpw not
And lhc lilies glow not
! Aud the bnbning spr'ug is heard no more
| Let thy car nrlse---
! Let these morlHls' eyes
| See aud sink from thy matches power
Rhine, rise around me,
| LET thy walters bound me
| From these vain sons ol molisl hour
1t may be supposed that such
song IA tbs would mt be partlcn
Iarly prepossessing to the ears foI
which il was intended but II an,
nne flmcd such suppositlun. he
would be dinghy mistaken
As In some more mpdern Instances
the sound vas so exquisite that TIN
sense WAS wholly unheedrd. 1h'
Count and his companions were en-
trancrd, they scarcely brratl,ed
lest the slightest particle ol SOUND
should be lost to them. The row
HIS, Sh'l, VIZ Io'i p'nAh w 'H o'"t
men, who regarded the nymph a
an eyil-doing witch, paused opu
their stroke. and remained with np
lifted oars, holly inlhrallch by sur
/. sweet music. Nay. il Is said thu
one Of the oldest OF them. who l1a
, been deaf for years. rcgs'ned hi
hearing on this occasion but thi
p needs confirmation.
The boat floatcd towards iii
, rock, drifting with the cnrren
The bnatmeu utterly neglected I
f attend to their charge. AT lengtI
of sudden. when the nymph besa
: the last of the above stanzas. an
invoked the king Of the " aters I
show his might, the persons Il
. board the boats were in sotne ia