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said Von Hesse, flinging his sword carelessly upon the table: "one who has bled in the cause of his country, and is ready to die in her service." "We must be friends," said Ericson, extending his hand. "We are rivals," said Von Hesse, drawing back. "Does Christina love you?" "She has told me so a thousand times. See what it is to trust to the faith of woman. You are no longer an object of indifference, and I resign my claims." whom?" said Christina, the tears slowly gathering in her eyes. "The King," said Von Hesse, turning away. "Stay!" said Charles. The young man reluctantly obeyed. "I have seen your face before-what is your name?" Adolphus Von Hesse, the son of a brave officer, who died on the field of battle, and left me no other heritage than his good name and my mother's tears. "And where did you receive that scar upon your left temple?" "In the battle of Narva, where your Majesty, with a handful of men, defeated the armies of Russia." "You need no other passport to my favour," said Charles, raising him from the ground, as he attempted to kneel and kiss his hand. "That glorious day made me act the part of a soldier, and feel like a man. Then turning to Christina, who had already dried up her tears, he said with an air of pleasantry, "By my sword, maiden, I am a sorry wooer. That blow of thine has frightened away all the Cupids that had taken possession of my heart. Do you love this brave youth?" "Most sincerely." "What prevents your union?" "My father refuses to make us happy." "On what plea?" "He has higher views for his daughter." "Umph!" said Charles, "I see through them now; but Love has outwitted the politician. Christina, if your father refuses to bestow you in marriage on the man of your heart, why-I will. Charles, though an uncourteous lover, is not an ungenerous friend."

The delighted pair sunk at his feet; and, with blunt good-humour, he united their hands. Then, bending over the blushing Christina, he pressed upon her snowy brow the last kiss of love he ever proffered to woman. "Will your Majesty pardon me," whispered Christina, "for inflicting such a severe blow upon your royal cheek?" "Silence," returned Charles; "have I not amply revenged the injury?" My bride must be wooed in the field of battle, and won 'mid the shouts of victory!"

The following week he honoured the marriage of Christina and Adolphus with his royal presence; and THE DISAPPOINTED POLITICIAN alone wore a grave countenance at the feast.

ADDRESS TO KILCHURN CASTLE UPON LOCH AWE

From the top of the hill a most impressive scene opened upon our view,-a ruined Castle on an Island at some distance from the shore, backed by a Cove of the Mountain Cruachan, down which came a foaming stream. The Castle occupied every foot of the Island that was visible to us, appearing to rise out of the water,-mists rested upon the mountain side, with spots of sunshine; there was a mild desolation in the low grounds, a solemn gran. deur in the mountains, and the Castle was wild, yet stately-not dismantled of Turretsnor the walls broken down, though obviously a ruin."-Extract from the Journal of my Companion.

CHILD of loud-throated War! the mountain Stream
Roars in thy hearing; but thy hour of rest

Is come, and thou art silent in thy age;

Save when the winds sweep by, and sounds are caught
Ambiguous, neither wholly thine nor theirs.

Oh! there is life that breathes not; Powers there are
That touch each other to the quick in modes
Which the gross world no sense hath to perceive,
No soul to dream of. What art Thou, from care
Cast off-abandon'd by thy rugged Sire,
Nor by soft Peace adopted; though in place
And in dimension, such that thou might'st seem
But a mere footstool to yon sovereign Lord,
Huge Cruachan, (a thing that meaner Hills
Might crush, nor know that it had suffer'd harm ;)
Yet he, not loth, in favour of thy claims
To reverence suspends his own; submitting
All that the God of nature hath conferr'd,
All that he has in common with the stars,
To the memorial majesty of Time
Impersonated in thy calm decay!

Take, then, thy seat, Vicegerent unreproved,
Now, when a farewell gleam of evening light
Is fondly lingering on thy shatter'd front,
Do thou, in turn, be paramount; and rule
Over the pomp and beauty of a scene

Whose mountains, torrents, lake, and woods, unite
To pay thee homage; and with these are join'd,
In willing admiration and respect,

Two Hearts, which in thy presence might be call'd
Youthful as Spring. Shade of departed Power,
Skeleton of unflesh'd humanity,

The Chronicle were welcomed that should call

* Castle Kilchurn stands on a Peninsula at the east end of Loch Awe-not on an island as above stated. It is possible the poet mistook the ruins of an ancient castle upon the small is. land called Fraoch Elan for Kilchurn Castle itself. The Tradition is, that Kilchurn Castle was built by the Lady of Sir John Campbell during the absence of her Lord in Palestine. It is the stronghold which Sir Walter Scott had in his eye, in sketching the residence of Duncan Campbell of Ardenvohr, in the Legend of Montrose. The scene is also dwelt upon in the same novelist's tale of The Highland Widow.'

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