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so deeply wronged! It is true that our religion teaches us to bless those that despitefully treat us;' but amongst the generality of humankind, on how few does this divine principle act! and even on those, how guarded should we be as to the admitting of their proffered services!' of a reconciled enemy, and an untried friend, always beware.' This maxim was early inculcated into her mind by the confessor Lodovico; and it was never more aptly applied, or with greater truth, than in the present instance," thought Eleanor; " therefore, it now behoves me," she reflected," by every tie of gratitude, as well as duty, to entreat my "father, she would have said, but the heavy sigh which laboured in her breast, even at the very idea of it, would not give it vent-“ benefactor" was therefore substituted in its stead," to beware of the specious friendship of signior Rodolphus." At present, however, the melancholy situation

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situation of Eleanor was such, that all those resolutions which she had formed, either for herself or others, were now sunk into oblivion; a total apathy having succeeded to intense thinking-and from which were unavailing all attempts to recall her.

With the utmost composure, Eleanor now arose from her seat, and retired to rest; she laid down on the couch, breathed another sigh, and fell asleep. The terrified Aldrude watched over her till the returning dawn, when a summons from signora Rodolphus compelled her to leave her still-sleeping charge. With trembling steps, and pallid countenance, she now descended to the dressing-room, where her mistress was already in waiting for her attendance; instantly remarking the altered appearance of the woman, with a voice of extreme displeasure, she demanded to know the cause of her agitation? Aldrude endeavoured to elude this question; but on her insisting for




an explanation, she replied, "The young signora being taken extremely ill, my lady, I sat up with her during the night, which has greatly fatigued me." The sudden indisposition of Eleanor was imputed to its true cause; and madame Rodolphus having made Aldrude partly confess the same, she was instantly dismissed fom her service, with a peremptory order from her mistress to quit the castle without loss of time, as, if she was found there, after the space of an hour, the severest punishment should await her for such disobedience.

This command, although rather unexpected, was not unwelcome to Aldrude, being determined, if the captive should turn out to be her dear Trapano, to make many concessions to him; and that with the promised assistance of Eleanor, they might contrive to live more comfortably than they had done; having wisely reflected, that separated interests between man and wife never failed, in the end,



to be the destruction of both. With a light heart, therefore, and plenty of money in her pocket, Aldrude soon packed up her clothes, and trudged away to the cottage of Zilio, where she proposed to remain until the departure of madame Rodolphus for Arezzo; as then she should be able, she thought, from her intimacy with the rest of the domestics, to visit the castle, and to rescue the pri


Eleanor was now most assiduously attended by the hostess of Oldenzo, who, on perceiving her to be really indisposed with a considerable degree of fever, postponed the meditated journey. For some days, she was considered in imminent danger; but at length her youth, and naturally good constitution, overcame every obstacle; and Eleanor found herself, at the end of a few weeks, so far recovered, as to be enabled, however unwillingly, to depart with madame Rodolphus for Arezzo.

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«Hail, Memory, hail! in thy exhaustless mine,
From age to age, unnumber'd treasures shine!
Thought, and her shadowy brood, thy call obey,
And place and time are subject to thy sway!
Thy pleasures most we feel, when most alone;
The only pleasures we can call our own.
Lighter than air, Hope's summer visions die,
If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky;

If but a beam of sober reason play,
Lo, fancy's fairy frost-work melts away.
But can the wiles of art, the grasp of power,
Snatch the rich relics of a well-spent hour?
These, when the trembling spirit wings her flight,
Pour round her path a stream of living light;
And gild those pure and perfect realms of rest,
Where Virtue triumphs, and her sons are blest!"

WHILE the late singular events were passing at the castles of Valleroy and Olden

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