Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-09-30

be true. If the young Count be really at
the Castle and she has been the means Of
saving his life, she has surely claim to
be set at liberty"
Bat Ruthard laughed him to scorn, and
rejoined, "wlt thou not bring priest
with thee also, and try to convert the evil
one! Even if Hubert were yet alive, this
Loreley would still be deserving Of death,
if only for having led him astray from his
duty" Loreley, however, seemed In
spired with fresh courage, as she gazed
after her champion, who was already
securing away on his foaming steed. At
ter a brief space, he returned, bringing
with him the news Of Hubert's safety, but
added, addressing Loreley, "Thou must
give back the ring that thou tookest from
the Palatine's son, or thy life will not even
yet be spared. Our lord, the Count, how
ever, promises thee his protection ON this
condition"
"I have no ring" answered Loreley, in
piteous accent---"he had none on his
hand to give me---Ah Hubert, Hubert,
why comest thou not to save me. Garry
me to him in these bonds, and he will un-
loose them" "Dost thou see now," cried
Ruthard, 4" she will not give up the ring"
And Loreley wept like the pleading roe,
when the cruel huntsman stands over it,
and called on Hubert again and again, and
maintained Increasingly that she knew NO
thing of the ring. 1t was then that some
of the rugged men who stood below were
melted into compassion for her, for Ru-
thard declared he would allow no further
delay. A huge fragment of the rock was
hung round her tender neck, and the fierce
executioners wero about to commence
their sacrifice. Loreley looked on them
and exclaimed, " my lover has betrayed
me; none shall lay hands upon me;" and
once more gazing up the river, and leaning
forward, as though to descry the castle Of
Stahleck, she rushed to the edge Of the
rock, and plunged INTO the water. Ru-
thard and his murderous assistants stood
as if metamorphosed into stone. Loreley
was avenged They were unable to find
the path down the rock, and perishcd mi
serably on its summit.
| The next day, man from Oberwesel
carried to the castle large draught Of
fish, which he had netted in the Rhine;
and as they were preparing for the table,
within one Of them was found the young
Counts ring, which must have slipped
from his finger as he sunk in the river.
Hubert, whom his father had at first de-
tanned prisoner, could be withheld no
longer, when he heard the fate Of Loreley:
but in vain did he traverse the Rhine from
side to side: The fair form and gentle face
of the maiden never more met his eyes.
She was never seen again. Her voice,
however, might still at times be heard---
no longer singing as before, but softly am
swering those who spoke to her; and the
tones were half choked by tears and sighs,
and became lower and lower at every
word; it seemed as if she were saying,
"why do you waste your breath on me,
and invite me to sport as was wont to
! do? Thine is not Hubcrt's voice---I have
lost him, lost him forever"
One day Hubert himself called to her,
and she answered him, and gave him back
his own greeting; but the tones were more
than he could bear, and he turned to hide
his. face on the bosom Of his sister Una,
who stood mournfully beside him. Then,
from his outstretched hand, he dropped the
ring into the water, and sat listening
anxiously between the strokes of the oars |;
and they were fain to row him away in his
anguish; for if his sister had not restrained
him, he would most assuredly have plunged
into the Rhine.
From the time Of his dropping the ring
upon the rock, (Which to this day bears
the name of the water fairy,) Hubert be-
gan to pine, as if something were preying
, on his heart; and, with yearning grief
| for Lorelev his younp life melted awoy
like the faint tones of the hunters horn
dying in the distance.