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She purposed imploring HIS divine pro-
vidence to keep Macdonald ever loving,
faithful and devoted to her; to render
him more communicative and make her
less exacting. She was happy and yet
she had need of prayer. ... t.'
IT the senses are awake during the
day. the thoughts are equally so at
night. BY day the spirit, in a manner
elbowed by the crowd. is lost amid the
intoxicating whirl of outward sensa-
tions, and strays from the path of rea-
son; by night 1t is entirely tree to COM
mune with itself alone. When but a
few PAGES distant from the staircase
Lucy glided unperceived. under cover
of the obscurity. by u partette of flowers:
she Inhaled their pleasant perfume, and
her eye glanced toward the sky. ;Heav-
ensI what did she behold in the. great
tower of the castle and at the northern
window? The spirit OF Rathdown-the
Banshee!
She wore the winding sheet of the
tomb; her hair seen by the light of the
stars reflected a fiery hue; her counte-
nance was agitated by convulsions; her
limbs were distorted like those OF the
CRIMINALS condemned by the Inauisition
to the rack. She stretched forth her
arms toward the heiress, and uttered q
mourniul cry. a
The bride, freezing with horror, turn
ed her head away and fled. In the be-
wlldered state OF mind into which she
had been thrown by the terrible appari-
ton. she ran on as chance directed her
footsteps. and lost her way; her strength
| soon forsook her, and alone, leaning
against tree for support. she paused.
utterly exhausted. ...... ...,...
Her eyelids were closed, when sud-
denly strong arm seized her; she felt
herself borne off like a grain of sand,
and carried through the air. She strove
to resist and cry out for help, but her
captor, placing his hand across her
| ulOulu, hOpt ucI ulOLlOuleSS anu
He who had her was Robert.
lie neither left her any means OF look
ing whittier he was leading her, nor OF
calling for assistance. She had con-
fused idea that the athletic form that
grasped her was traversing woods. seal
Ing mountains. following the course ol
torrents and climbing rocks. A long
interval elapsed; she was on the plat.
form OF the Dargle. ''N ..i
Robert Kennedy paused. .9
| Heavens! where am .I?' cried Lucy
On the edge of a precipice,' answer
cd terrible voice.
| 'Pardon-pity
1t is too late.' e. rs.-a.-
'Robert!' ag 81 -l a.. ~ ~.
Fear nothing for yourself. On your
brow is virgin chaplet; l will Mi
pluck it thence. Although you do moi
yet belong entirely to the Scot. you are
not less his vile in the sight of heaven
aud the, property of another shall be
held sacred by me. No; l will not sully
the robe OF innocence on the spot where
the hour OF eternity will shortly strike
You loved this rock, Lucy; it is on thai
| account have chosen it tor our last
meeting on earth. am about TO alarm
you anew; such is my fatal destiny
Lucy, bid me FAREWELL .'i'9i' ,s"
Farewell to you. Roberto -
The last ...,.. s.I .,.. ,,.,...-.. tf.;.,
No, no I will have no last farewell
no eternal separation. understand no
your intentions, but reject them be
forehand. What would you have o
me?' # ,.,.a.,.,..,. 80. .,t...,.
|, "A few tears -. - '..1 .-ila
He threw himself at Lucy's feet; tht
night wind playing amid his black hair
exposed his noble brow. An omInOu:
calm reigned there. s.l.t.,y-...
'Yes-a few tears continued he.
And there, on the lonely rock, by the
fsnln giaar,- -. tho stars ot hns,.n, u.
gazed on the brilliant dress OF the bride
with melancholy admiration; then In
resumed in sorrowtul voice
oh. Lucy! how beautiful you are
has the Scot ever told you as much
Has he ever been able to comprehend
his happinessP Let me, oh! let me en-,
ljoy the happiness ? Let me, oh let MT
enjoy the rapturous bliss OF gazing OF
you! 1t shall not be for long; | an
going from you. You shall soon be de
livsred from me, Lucy. have lovet
like madman. My, love must end a
it began; it will have been only lon:
intatuation. Yet you see my voice doe
not tremble, nor is it agitated.i 1t is be
cause he who has never known how t,
reflect during lite has at last reflected
before death. In. love our existence
complete only when it is bound up wit
that Of another; you have not wllle
that should exist, Lucy! Lower you
veil, one grasp of the hand, and adIeu
Robert exclaimed the bride in tn
most heart rending accents. why hav
you brought me hither p fal
That l might give you my last proc
of love. When we once become moth
ing in the sight Of the being who wa
everything to us. then-he who love
well-dies.' -at't.3ai t,hi 10 .G-- ..
. With those words Robert arose; h
held Lucy's hand. and his pressure wa
returned .u &"
1t is the FAREWELL resumed he, in
foreign tone. Then advancing to th
; edge of the Dalgle, he raised his eyes t
heaven, and crossing his hands over hi
breast, precipitated himself into tn
abyss. '2''-'' 49, a. ~
The whole castle was in alarm. ALA
, | A1oSoouol0 uopluS uOtiScu Tile ulSaE
pearance, of his wife had hastened i
search OF her; but his attempts to discov
er her were fruitless. The guests inv
ted to the fete, bearing flambeaux an
torches, traversed the grounds and gal
: dens. calling on Lucy In all direction!
The countenance OF the owner OF Ratl
down wore an expression OF madnes
: and despair; his lips uttered but on
long cry yf = '.-,v a,, .5.- ..sl-
The Banshee!' ,....-t.f-...
Forty-eight hours had elapsed sine
; the fatal wedding night. Lucy was II
longer on the banks of the Dargl,
stretched on her couch in her chambe
at Rathdown, she was recovering fror
, long attack OF fever. and had been fc
two days delirious. She raised hersel
with difficulty, looked around her wit
u dull and stupehed air, tried to collet
her thoughts, then slowly pronounce
these words: ...
. ALLAN Macdonald-where is he?'
Alas, no one replied.
Lucy, on the morning after her maj
riage. had been found lying senseless q
daybreak on the platform Of the Darglt
Allan had never been able to accoun
= tor her hpinp thare. dOnhtlpsa sha a M