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to save himself, and speed his flight wander far from its bounds; and, in from dangers that she dare not name; particular, to mark the sound of a shrill from snares so hideous, that her recreant clarion as a signal to defend themselves speech denied her utterance.

and their sovereign from a plot as treaThe hapless maid of Lochlin per- cherous as ever was formed by mortal ceiving her betrothed lover regarding brain. The faithful Ullin few with her with a look of pity and incredulity, haste, urged by love for his prince, and as if he attributed her unconnected terror and astonishment at what he had words to a defect of reason, and being heard, to collect their trusty ftiends at startled by a distant sound of a hunts- the appointed spot, and then waited the man's horn, as if they were preparing signal of onset. for the chase, she exclaimed, in an ago- The queen of Lochlin, whom the opnizing transport, “ Delay! delay not. pression of present sorrow and appreSheltered behind that woody hill, an hension of more direful woes to ensue, ambush lies ready to assail thee; and had forbid the soothing oblivion of sleep, the signal for the rapid onset is the tre- arose when royal Starno sat off to the mendous blast blown from a martial forest, with his nobles and other attenclarion. Haste ! away! leave me; dants on his sacred person, and repaired look not on me ; nor let thy gaze fill to the apartment of Agandecca, whom me with utter shame. Go, save thy she longed with maternal tenderness to life, and my poor father from a wretch- meet, and endeavour to pour the balm ed deed." Àgandecca then rushed in- of comfort into her bosom, which was to the thicket of the forest, accompa- | sorely wounded with the barbed arrows nied by her page, and left Fingal over- of affliction. But alas ! the apartment whelmed with surprise at the perfidy of was desolate; and she perceived, by Starno. He now comprehended the the sumptuous couch, that the forlorn mystery of the fatal cup, and its bane- mourner had not been in bed that night. ful purpose, and prayed heaven to re- From the attendant ladies she could onward the faithful constancy and heroic ly learn, that the princess had dismissvirtue of Agandecca, with a happy ter- ed them at her usual hour, but had refusmination of her woes, than the aspect ed their services to disrobe ber, which of present appearances made him ex- excited in them neither alarm nor surpect would be her lot. He had always prise, as she had often given that order held Starno fickle and revengeful; but when she chose to amuse her mind by never framed his thoughts to suppose reading, or in the attainment of some that he was capable of contriving an act elegant accomplishment. The wretched of base deliberate murder.

Ullin now

mother soon foreboded where her hapapproached the monarch, to inform less child had directed her steps, and him that the king of Lochlin awaited his quickly repaired to the forest with a arrival with extreme impatience. But few attendants. again he implored Fingal not to allow Agandecca, whose apprehensions and the deceitful smile of hollow friendship heartfelt anxiety, had forbid her leavto betray him. The king of Morven ing the forest, was soon discovered by replied, that he was now aware of the her mother, pacing in wretched anguish malignant intentions of his disembling between the trees, wringing her hands, foe, and instructed him to bid his fol- and tearing the luxuriant tresses from her lowers prepare for other sport than head. She beheld her parent, and clinghunting the tusky boar, and to assem- ing round her neck, exclaimed, " , ble in as great a number as the short- I am here, and lost, abandoned by heaness of the notice would allow them to ven and earth; but it was to save my collect, near to the woody hill that he lover and my father. Heaven will not pointed out to Ullin's notice-not to condemn me sure for striving to prévent enormous guilt. And yet my vow! let the conqueror caress his faithful Even now the snares are laid. Soon bride, and thank her for her loyalty will the summons sound for those horrid and zeal.” “Cruel deed! Thou hast deeds, that shall seal in blood and rati- slain thy daughter, thy only child," fy the doom of Agandecca.”.

said the now repenting priest.“ Nay,” At this moment the clarion echoed returned Starno, “ I bave slain the with shrill notes through the forest. In- bride of proud Fingal a traitress, stantly the din of arms could be distin- stained with foul disloyalty.” “ Rather guished, and a furious shouting, with say,” rejoined the minister of Odin, mingled shrieks of anguish and of ter- “ the pride and hope of harrassed Lochror. Several of the warriors, in deep lin.” Starne plunged the steel, stainconflict, or pursuit of the flying foes, ed with the blood of Agandecca, into passed by the spot where the hapless the priest's heart. “ Perish, fiend,” fair ones stood. Agandecca, unable to said ihe frantic monarch; “ thou didst bear the sight, fainted in the arms of incite me to this rueful deed; now folher attendants. She recovered from low my child.” Fingal's entrance now her swoon just as the high priest enter- gave another turn to Starno's thoughts. ed, shouting, with awful and terrific He besought the youth to finish his now voice, that Lochlin was fallen, betrayed hated existence. “ Infatuated king," by treason to destruction, and implor- replied Fingal, “ judge not of me as of ing heaven to heap. curses and aveng- thyself,— live and repent." "Nay, ing wrath on the traitor. “My father!" but I will compel thee,” said Starno. “My husband !" repeated Agandecca “ Behold that weapon, it blushes with and the queen in tremulous voices—"Is the blood of Agandecca. This arm lost,” returned the priest,“ ruined and drove the vindictive blade into her betrayed. His soldiers filed; they rose breast.” This deprived the king of against an unexpected force, that now Morven of all respect to Starno's life; pursues them with fierce ungoverned and they were about to engage in comrage.' “ But Fingal,” exclaimed the bat, when the dying Agandecca enter

” princess, “ be will never lift his arm ed, led by the sorrowing queen, and against my fáther's life.”. The high the little page, who had been to seek her. priest remarked that the king of Mor- The princess reminded Fingal of his ven could not restrain his men from promise ; and the youth dropt his sword, taking their wished revenge. “I will urging in his defence, the greatness of

. save my father,” said Agandecca; “me the provocation. The wretched father they will not slay. I'll perish but I'll knelt to his child for pardon. Agansave him.” Frantic, she rushed to- decca pronounced her forgiveness from wards the place from whence the her soul, and besought him to take din of arms proceeded. In vain the comfort. But the despairing monarch queen and high priest implored her, darting from her presence, hastened to who knew she rushed on destruction ; an adjacent precipice, from which he they could not keep pace with her steps, plunged into its vast abyss, and finishwhich bounded with the swiftness of ed his career of guilt. Agandecca, the rein-deer. Unhappily, the first reclining on the bosom of her mother, person she encountered was her father, and supported by Fingal, breathed her who was endeavouring to save himself last sigh, and her pure spirit flew to from the victorious bands of Fingal by realms of bliss. Fingal erected a stateAight. He cursed her for a traitress, ly monument to her memory on the and plunged his reeking sword into fatal spot; and the fair damsels of the her bosom-and the maid of Lochlin north annually assemble, and deck it fell. The fatal news reached the ears with wreath of flowers, while they weep of the queen and high priest just as I the hapless fate of the Maid of Lochlin. Starno joined them, exclaiming, “ Now



This ballad is translated (but with such alterations and additions, that it may almost be called original) from the fragment of a romance, sung in Goethe's opera of " Claudina von Villa Bella."

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FREDERICK leaves the land of France,

Homeward hastes his steps to measure ;
Careless casts the parting glance

On the scene of former pleasure.
Joying in his prancing steed,

Keen to prove his untried blade,
Hope's gay dreams the soldier lead

Over mountain, moor, and glade.
Helpless, ruin'd, left forlorn,

Lovely Alice wept alone;
Mourn'd o'er love's fond contract torn,

Hope, and peace, and honour flown.
Mark her breast's convulsive throbs!

See, the tear of anguish flows !
Mingling soon with bursting sobs,

Loud the laugh of frenzy rose.
Wild she cursed, and wild she pray'd;

Seven long nights and days are o'er ;
Death in pity brought his aid,

As the village bell struck four.
Far from her, and far from France,

Faithless Frederick onward rides,
Marking blythe the morning's glance

Mantling o'er the mountain's sides.
Heard ye not the boding sound,

As the tongue of yorder tower,
Slowly to the hills around,

Told the fourth, the fated hour?
Starts the steed, and snuffs the air,

Yet no cause of dread appears ;
Bristles high the rider's hair,

Struck with strange mysterious fears.
Desperate, as his terrors rise,
In the steed the

spur he hides;
From himself in vain he flies ;

Anxious, restless, on he rides.
Seven long days, and seven long nights,

Wild he wander'd, woe the while !
Ceaseless care, and causeless fright,

Urge his footsteps many a mile.

Dark the seventh sad night descends ;

*Rivers swell, and rain-streams pour '; While the deafening thunder lends

All the terrors of his roar. Weary, wet, and spent with toil,

Where his head shall Frederick hide ? Where, but in yon run'd aisle,

By the lightning's flash descried. To the portal dank and low,

Fast his steed the wanderer bound; Down a ruin'd staircase, slow

Next bis darkling way he wound. Long drear vaults before him lie!

Glimmering lights are seen to glide! “ Blessed Mary hear my cry!

Deign a sinner's step to guide !". Often lost their quivering beam,

Still the lights move slow before, Till they rest their ghastly gleam,

Right against an iron door. Thundering voices from within,

Mix'd with peals of laughter, rose : As they fell, a solemn strain

Lent its wild and wondrous close! Midst the din, he seem'd to hear

Voice of friends, by death removed ;Well he knew that solemn air,

'Twas the lay that Alice loved.Hark! for now a solemn knell

Four times on the still night broke ; Four times, at its deaden'd swell,

Echoes from the ruins spoke. As the lengthen'd clangours die,

Slowly opes the iron door ! Straight a banquet met his eye,

But a funeral's form it wore ! Coffins for the seats extend ;

All with black the board was spread, Girt by parent, brother, friend,

Long since numbered with the dead ! Alice in her grave clothes bound,

Ghastly smiling points a seat ; All arose with thundering sound;

All the expected stranger grect. High their meagre arms they wave,

Wild their notes of welcome swell ; “ Welcome, traitor, to the grave !

Perjured, bid the light farewell !"'.


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MUCH has been said by various sagacious critics, on the system so generally adopted by the German Romance writers of introducing scenes of diabolical agency into their tales, which, although they are generally seized upon by the reader with the utmost avidity, and usually prove of the most intense interest, yet they are of opinion that they tend to demoralize the mind, and enervate the understanding. It is not our intention to controvert this popularly received opinion, (but which might easily be done), as we at present wish only to remove the stigma that has been so long attached to the German Romance writers of their being the only ones of that class who do introduce these diableries into their compositions. If we look at the productions of many authors of our own country, we shall soon find that

they have not been far behind hand with their German brothers in calling into their aid all the interest to be derived from a connection with devilish agency: and even the “Great Wizard of the North,” in one of his late productions, has not disdained to intro. duce a scene of this description, which fully equals (if not excels) in diabolism most of those yet produced from the German school, not excepting even the celebrated scene in Faustus, or the Masque of the Walpurgis Night on the Harz Mountains. If a writer like this, with his gigantic powers, has chosen to play with such a subject, surely we may in future cease from upbraiding the Germans in the acrimonious manner we have hitherto done, for their committal of those faults, which are committed by others in

common with them. The following singularly interesting tale is to be found in the admiral novel of

“Redgauntlet,” where it is denominated “ Wandering Willies Tale," and it is written with all that grace and power which so strongly characterizes every production of its

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