sions and family feuds; but, from the days of Romeo and Juliet, perhaps no human sacrifice more fair and meritorious than Henry and his Gertrude bas suffered from such causes. The only consolation we can have in reviewing their history is this-"They were lovely in their lives, and in their deaths were not long divided.' SONGS. BY MISS M. L. BEEVOR. No. 4. THE SOLDIER TO HIS LADY-LOVE, I -thou best,-thou sweetest, go, To the battle fray; And mine, of steeds the fleetest, Beareth me away. My sad heart's only treasure, I haste,-O! unrelenting, And thou may'st learn, repenting, Yes!-then thou may'st feel sorrow Turn then, fairest! dearest! Say, thy heart is mine: And, when of me thou hearest, Joy that I was thine! No. 5.-MINSTREL SONG, Wild harp!--my touch falls lightly As the young seraph sings ;- Which trembling, glides through air, But sad,- -as dark despair. Wild harp!-send forth thy sweetness, I,-for that music languish, Which floats through list'ning air, syren hymning, But sad,-as love's despair' For Nos. 1, 2, & 3, of these Songs, Vide Ladies' THE LOVERS OF LEGANEZ. A SPANISH TALE. (Concluded from page 148.) THE guitar, as they had anticipated, aroused the Arguseyed duenna from her snoring slumbers. She, too, complained of broken rest; but added, to the great and inexpressible amazement of Donna Luisa, and her maid, "Well, well, it cannot be helped, Signora, where there is beauty, gallantry will fly. It's natural enough, but take heed, and do not lend a too willing ear to the nonsense of every pert cavalier who has the audacity to tell you that you're handsome. Take heed!" And with this admonition, Donna Rodriga limped leisurely away. Luisa looked incredulously at her maid, and Francisca was completely dumb-a certain sign that she was unusually affected. Scarcely had the duenna vanished, when they were startled by the noise of some one approaching. Looking up, they beheld a man tripping towards them, and casting a quick and cautious glance about him. Luisa was rather alarmed, and would have precipitately retreated, but the delighted Francisca instantly recognized her incognito valet, and persuaded her mistress to remain. "What is your business, sirrah?" demanded Francisca, with a well-feigned dignity of demeanour; for Luisa was too much frightened to speak. "I have noue here, Signora," replied he, with a pleasant smirk. "Your pleasure, then? Exists only and solely in your smiles," answered the valet, gallantly. "Nay, don't frown, or I shall instantly breathe out my last sigh at your little feet. For six long and tedious nights I have endured-Ah! what have 1 not endured! and will you now obscure the sunshine just as it breaks in upon my dark and despairing soul, by such unkind and cruel glances ?" Who could resist such an eloquent appeal? Francisca had no heart to do so; and her favour indicating itself in a sweet smile, the valet felt his happiness complete. During their parley, Donna Luisa looked with a new and extraordinary pleasure on the interesting scene. It was a kind of rehearsal of her own part; and when her cavalier, by her tacit permission, soon afterwards threw himself at her feet, she was enabled to answer his rhapsodies with a great deal of decorum; and, as Francisca judiciously and feelingly observed, there could not possibly exist any objection to entertainment of such an elegant and accomplished youth. His name was Don Juan de Salzedo, and his valet's Andre Lorca, than whom no one could execute the escalade of a wall, a gate, or a balcony better. The lovers, speaking the same language, soon understood each other, and the country-seat at Leganez was a paradise of love and delight. Rodriga did not countenance these proceedings, for she was never present. And the lovers somehow always con. trived to meet about the happy hour when the duenna was taking her customary siesta, or afternoon's nap. It is really wonderful how rapidly love thrives in the country; it never progresses half so fast in the town air. One day, however, when Don Juan de Salzedo and the lovely Luisa were fondly calling each other by their Christian names, and mingling their soft sighs with the odorous breath of the roses around them, Francisca suddenly broke in upon them, Andre Lorca following in the rear. The utmost dismay and terror were depicted in her countenance. Don Manoel had just arrived from Madrid, with a large party of friends, and even now accompanied by Donna Rodriga de Cantellana, (whom he had unseasonably aroused from her siesta,) was eagerly seeking her in every corner of the garden. Here was a situation! What was to be done? They had scarcely asked themselves this simple question, when Don Manoel and the duenna stood before them. Franscisca uttered a little shriek of despair, and attempted a swoon in the ready arms of Andre Lorca. Donna Luisa was struck dumb, motionless, and pallid as a fair piece of statuary. Her papa, naturally appeared rather surprised, and although he said nothing, seemed to look for an explanation of this addition to this family. In the endurance of a few moments more of this chilling silence, Luisa's scarcely throbbing heart would have been frozen in her snowy breast; but the voice of her beloved Don Juan de Salzedo at once broke the spell, and wooed back her fast fleeting spirits. "Signor Don Manoel," said he, advancing, to the surprise of all, without the least apparent constraint or discomposure, "I now only require your sanction to render me completely happy. Donna Luisa's heart is already mine; her hand is your gift!" "Bravo!" exclaimed Don Manoel, warmly embracing the gallant. "Thou hast nobly won the prize, and thou shalt wear it !" Francisca recovered in a moment. She and her bewildered mistress exchanged looks of wonder, curiosity, and pleasure. This denouement was utterly incomprehensible. Francisca's little man, too, appeared as much at home as his master. Casting himself at the feet of Don Manoel, "Ah! Signor," cried he, "how happy have you rendered my honored master! deign likewise to extend a shadow of your favour towards his faithful follower. Vails are the incentives to virtue in meritorious valets; and I trust I shall not go without my perquisite ;" then, after the manner of Don Juan de Salzedo, he exclaimed, "Francisca's heart is mine; her hand is in your gift!" Andre Lorca's prayer was granted; and he bore away the black-eyed Arragonese on the same day that his master was united to Donna Luisa. The mystery was soon unravelled. Don Juan de Salzedo was a young, rich, and noble cavalier; and having heard much of the beauty, simplicity, and accomplishments of Don Manoel's daughter, he had made a romantic excursion to Leganez on purpose to determine, with his own eyes, whether rumour's assertions were true, or exaggerated. Having gained a view of her, and lost his heart, he quickly returned to Madrid, and made formal proposals to Don Manoel. The old man was delighted; but knowing the refractory and rebellious spirit of the very best intentioned and most amiably disposed young damsels, in the affairs of the heart, he concerted the scheme of this clandestine courtship, in which, upon reflection, Don Juan heartily concurred: esteeming it a far greater pleasure to woo her heart to love, than to receive the hand of cold and formal obedience from her father. Donna Rodriga de Cantillana was made a kind of sleeping partner in the plot, and took especial care to be napping at the fit opportunity. Thus every thing ended happily and merrily; and Don Juan de Salzedo and bis lovely bride were the handsomest and happiest couple that then figured in the gay circles of Madrid. TO A YOUNG LADY ON HER MARRIAGE WITH MR. GEE. Sure, madam, by your taste we see What's good, or great, or grand, without a G! A godly glow must sure on G depend; Or oddly low our righteous thoughts must end: And without G the graces would run races. |