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by the view, seemed ready to forsake him. Meantime the banditti having unbound one of the attendants, prepared to throw him in; he resisted with astonishing strength, shrieking aloud for help, and, just as he had reached the slippery margin, every fibre of his body racked with agonizing terror, he flung himself with fury backwards on the ground : fierce and wild convulsions seized his frame, which being soon followed by a state of exhaustion, he was in this condition, unable any longer to resist, hurled into the dreadful chasm ; his armour striking upon the rock, there burst a sudden effulgence, and the repetition of the stroke was heard for many minutes as he descended down its rugged side.

No words can describe the horrible emotions, which, on the sight of this shocking spectacle, tortured the devoted wretches. The soul of Montmorency sank within him, and, as they unbound his last fellow sufferer, his eyes shot forth a gleam of vengeful light, and he ground his teeth in silent and unutterable anguish. The inhuman monsters now laid hold of the unhappy man; he gave no opposition, and, though despair sat upon his features, not a shriek, not a groan escaped bim, but no sooner had he reached the brink, than making a sudden effort, he liberated an arm, and grasping one of the villains round the waist, sprang headlong with him into the interminable gulf. All was silent-but at length a dreadful plunge was heard, and the sullen deep howled fearfully over its prey. The three remaining banditti stood aghast; they durst not unbind Montmorency, but resolved, as the tree to which he was tied grew near the mouth of the pit, to cut it down, and, by that means, he would fall along with it, into the chasm. Montmorency, who after the example of his attendant, had conceived the hope of avenging himself, now saw all possibility of effecting that design taken away, and as the axe entered the trunk, his anguish became so excessive that he fainted. The villains, observing this, determined, from a malicious prudence, to forbear, as at present he was incapable of feeling the terrors of his situation. They therefore withdrew and left him to recover at his leisure.

Not many minutes had passed away, when life and sensation returning, the hapless Montmorency awoke to the remembrance of his fate. “ Have mercy,” he exclaimed, the briny sweat trickling down his pallid features.

“Oh Christ, have mercy;" then looking around him, he started at the abyss beneath, and shrinking from its ghastly brink, pressed closely against the tree. In a little time, however, he recovered his perfect recollection, and, perceiving that the banditti had left him, became more composed. His hands, which were bound behind him, he endeavoured to disentangle, and, to his inexpressible joy, after many painful efforts, he succeeded so far as to loosen the cords, and, by a little more perseverance, effected his liberty. He then sought around for a place to escape through, but without success; at length as he was passing on the other side of the chasm, he observed a part of its craggy side, as he thought, illuminated, and, advancing a little nearer, he found that it proceeded from the moon's rays shining through a large cleft of the rock, and at a very inconsider. able depth below the surface. A gleam of hope now broke in upon his despair, and gathering up the ropes which had been used for himself and his associates, he tied them together, and fastening one end to the boll of a tree, and the other to his waist, he determined to descend as far as the illuminated spot. Horrible as was the experiment, he hesitated not a moment in putting it into execution; for, when contrasted with his late fears, the mere hazard of an accident weighed as nothing, and the apprehension that the villains might return before his purpose was secure accelerated and gave vigour to his efforts. Soon was he suspended in the gloony abyss, and nei. ther the roaring of the river, nor the dashing of the spray, intimidated his daring spirit, but, having reached the cleft, he crawled within it, then, loosing the cord from off his body, he proceeded onwards, and, at last, with rapture no description can paint, discerned the appearance of the glen beneath him. He knelt down, and was returning thanks to heaven for his escape, when suddenly

DR. DRAKE.

THE LAUGHING HORSEMAN. “ WHERE was the body found ?" said the parish clerk.

“ In the Deadman's Clough,” replied the land, lord, “ close under the root of the big black elm.”

corse.

“ It is the strangest thing of the kind,” said the clerk,

“ That has happened in England, in my time,” added the landlord.

There was a dead pause. No one else thought fit to join in the conversation of the two worthies, who were, in a manner, the secondary oracles of the parish. But the bystanders filled the yard of the Crow and Teapot, and peeped over each other's shoulders, and under their arms, with a shuddering curiosity, to catch a glimpse of the

At times, a half-suppressed whisper would rise among the crowd; and, occasionally, a scuffle took place, as those behind pushed forward those in the front ranks, who, as vehemently, resisted the suggestion. For, anxious as all were to see the mangled and hideous spectacle, none were willing to approach beyond a certain degree of appropinquity, seemingly marked out, by common consent, as the extremity of their advances.

“Lost for three weeks !” ejaculated the landlord, “ and found in such a state !"

“ Most unfit,” said the clerk, “ for a Christian body, under an old tree; and might have lain time unknown, without bell or book ;—what of his immortal soul!”

“ True, true! and such a life as he led, drinking at home-never spent a penny at a public, and gambling abroad, and getting money, the Lord knows how, and yet never a farthing to a starving body."

“ Nor a penny in the poor's box; but, as to that, he never came within ten graves' length of a church door,” said the clerk.

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“ Never, since the day that we first heard of his winning three hundred guineas from Will Codicil, the rich lawyer's son ; and that was the first winning Gripe Gibbon ever made, one way or other,” added the host.

Ay, but he made many a one after; never rattled a dice-box, or chucked a guinea, or dealt a card, but sure it was, great or small, the sweepings always came to one packet,” said the landlord's plump wife, who began to feel impatient at the long silence under which she had remained.

“ Even so," replied the clerk : “ it is to be prayed for, that he may not have lost more than he gained. It ever seemed strange to me, the run of luck he had. I never knew of a garnbler that always won,-not one ; saving, always, when it might be with the help, with the abetting of of him-of one that's not to be named."

The insinuation, conveyed by these words, was not lost on the audience. Those who had been most eager in pressing forward towards the cen. tre, now shrunk back a rank. The whole assembly presented a galaxy of faces, most unduly exaggerated in length, and looked at the speaker as if to devour the words of strange import that fell from a man, who, according to his station, spake with authority.

“ And I would fain know,” continued the speaker, lowering his voice, and assuming a more mysterious tone, “ I would fain know the meaning of that bauble that never left him when living, and hangs to his neck, now that he lies there a mangled corse."

When the rising horror, which the sayings of

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