Litchfield enquirer., 1842-11-17
From the Ladies Companion. THE MANTnLA.

' HE MAN 1LLA'
 The last rlean of day was silvering the waters of the Guadslavas at the mouth of which stands the ancient city ofFalencia Above the other buildings rose the tower of Miqnet, with its bell sending its solemn tones far and near, calling the inhabitants to prayers. Far as the eye could reach, extended the fertile valley of Huerta de Valencia studded with thriving villages, vineyards and cottages. bounded b, the sea in the distance, and surrounded by the ly gemming the fields of azure, and the crescent naoun ascending the vault of heaven it was indeed night Ot beauty-a scene to attune thsimnd to hap piness and peace.
 The service had ceased, and the congre gation was elowly departing from the cathedral of Saint Cecilus. Among the last of the worshppers was young fe- male. closely shaded in mantilla, yet of thin Q texture was 1t. that her face and figure almost peTcephbie. In her hand she carried fan of the most exquisite workmanship, but seemingly more for ornament than use-behind her hobbled an old Daenn: with difficulty kept pace with the trip FiHs feet Of Gonna ts.eca, for such Was the name of the maiden. Close by her side walked young and noble-looking cavalier, whose deep dark eyes rvited upon her. while ever aud anon giances Of length, the suspicion of the old lady was aroused, who ehoudered aside the youth, and seizing the arm of her young charge. quilted her not until they req ched noble mansion in the neghborhood of the ever verdant Glorietta.
 But the young cavalier was not to be thwarted in his design, which was to convey to his lady love a billet of appointment, nor was Dona Isabella deti- cient of invention in favorng the wishes of her lover for just as she the of ascending the stairs to her mansion she dropped her fan as by accident M ySo to hs % within its folds billet, and kneeng, presented it the blushing girl:
 sYou are too forward muttersd the ancient lady, He durst not replied the cavalier my blood is as noble that which flows within the veins of any .Hoity-toi:y, we shall see that said the old cro- nv and raisng her voice. the called for assistance ''Leave me, leave me, for the sake of the Virgin You viii meet me, then as specified within the billet said the youth.
 si will will; God willing, and opportunity occurs
 The youth hastily snatched her hand, and present. cd it to his lips. The next moment he was lost among the mazes of the Glorietta:
 Thy noise of the Duenna had alarmed the inmates of the mansion who hsstened to her assistance but the calm demeanor of Isabella converted their alarm into laughter. especially when she informed them that the old dame: cries arose solely from the polite fan which she had accidentally dropped.
 The night when the bell of Miquilet told the mid night hour Isabella stood in her balcony which over heard "mong the orange foliage, and a tall figure shroudedin a flowing mantle advanced and stood beneath the balcony.
 Are you ready f asked the mask.
 sIamr answered the maiden, in a breath scarce
 secure then this ladder to the rails and descend by Isahells. who, having fastened it as desired, the next moment she was in the arms Qf he: ..SvSc1.
 Nov, then, for the chapel Of the Lady Mother gre morning you will be for ever mine.'
 mar morning you will never see: erred Don nnbra0eous shrubbery close by Traitor villain yould you seek to dishonor the noble blood of ve' iasouex? Draw, coward, and defend thyself:
 With the speed of lightning, were the !aP!e!s oi che opponents crossed and with the speed ot light nng was that of HenEquez buried in the heart ot the mask-who, falling, exclaimed: 'Henriques' you have killed your Prince! a
 The alarm soon brought the dOmssnce to the acene of slaughser-the mask was removed from the face of the departed and too surely were tne gsian' Arragon, revealed to the horror sfEicksn gaze ol 1lSH W;S difficulty did the domestics untwine the arns of Isabella from the body of her loveF-sense md forsaken her, and whom she awoke Q conscio!s Ress. was only to uuymur the name of feoFo' "'ln
 Mourniul vet grand was the funeral ofshe ll-fated Prince, and pity to his love, was the sweet corr of Isabella consigned to the royal tomb t9 rest !" death with her lover-whils weary of his liie'
 sHenriuuez fed to Venice. and embarking
 Flung 1t away in battle with the Turk.
 In the Cathedral of Saint Cecilus may yet be seen the tomb of the unfortunate lovers. h sande in the eaet nave, containing the brief and simple inscEip e;on:A I'm ToAB oR AgFscrloE.' AAsr the ceremony of lnarriage. the crrate de uaanded i've shiihngs as hic due. How dcst tnoo n |, nn1htsst to have from me such . sum cf earthly msmuaon T' Why," replied the eurate, take I eT gFaftedfhe poYBon you have Just been married tt ;S. Sn~naa of rood character. and Solomon aays [ %;rtnou0 woman is. Q crown 10 her hRsband- Inc