THE

Lady's Magazine;

OR,

Entertaining Companion for the FAIR SEX, appropriated folely to their Use and Amusement.

This Number is embellished with the following Copper-Plates, viz.

1. A new Pattern for an Apron or Handkerchief. 2. A capital Portrait of Louis XVI. 3. St. Edmund's-Bury Abbey, Suffolk. And, 4, Song in Judas Maccabæus. Set to Mufic by Mr. Handel.

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To our CORRESPONDENT S.

THE Tale founded on fact, is left for T. L. according to his defire; when revised, we shall be glad to see it again, and it shall be inserted.

The Continuation of the Rival Princes by C. M. fhall appear in our

next.

The Hiftory of Sylvania is under confideration.

X. Y. cannot certainly expect his Queries to be admitted.

Received Tyfander's Communication, H. H. Oy's packets, Verses by Juvenis, Gallic Virtues, Alexander's Simile, O. L. G's Acroftic. Various Rebufes, Lifts, &c.

Engravd from the Original Picture painted by Callet Painter to the late King

LOUIS XVI

Born Aug 23 1751 and beheaded Jan 21 1703

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THE

Lady's Magazine;

For

MARC H, 1793.

GONZALO DE CORDOVA;

Or, GRANADA RECOVERED.

An Heroic Romance.

BOOK IV.

(Continued from p. 86.)

virtue, yet is virtue itself her enemy, which perpetually compels her to regret the object of her love, and to lament that the fhould have been unable to fulfil the first vows of her heart.

Such were the melancholy reflec tions that preyed on the mind of Zoraida at the moment when the Ze gris accufed her to Boabdil. Ignorant of the dreadful evil which was about to overwhelm her, the fat alone in the balcony, whence the furveyed the Generalif, and thanked Heaven that Abenhamet had had time to ef саре. Unable to take her eyes from the rofe-tree that had witneffed their guiltlefs interview, the addreffed it in the following stanzas: How sweet a rofe was once thy flower, When oft, beneath thy fragrant bower I heard the youth whom I adore, Vow to love me more and more! Delicious was their balmy breath, When his dear fingers formed the wreath;

OW much is that unfortunate woman to be lamented, who, the victim of a vigorous duty, offers up that delicious fentiment which is the hope and fupport of her life! After a facrifice fo painful, the may have thought that Time might fuccour her weakness, and foothe her woes. Vain illufion! Time, to her, ftops at the moment of her misfortunes. If, amid the tumult of the world, the feeks for a moment to forget her tedious fufferings, whatever the fees, tends but to augment them. At the fight of a happy pair, or a tender mother furrounded by A different afpect now they wear, her beloved offspring, her eyes over- And fad and lifeless they appear. fow with tears, and her heart bursts When near the pure and limpid brook, with fighs. If, in the filence of re- Far fweeter once thy leaves did look; tirement, the makes new efforts to But now thy ftem dejected lies, extract the fhaft which rankles in Bath'd only by my fireaming eyes. her heart, fhe but tears and widens O rofe! thy beauties now are gone, the fatal wound; in folitude, me- And I am wretched and alone; mory inceffantly renews her fuffer-But thou art happier than I ;

ings. She has no afylum but in We ftill mult mourn, yet cannot die.

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