of a female's love, be held in sacred silence;-thus much only be there now revealed:

"In the secret of our pavilion, Thua reclined before me, gazing forth upon those fountains and groves which are now destroyed. Her resplendent mind was in full play, throwing into her countenance most marvellous beauty; expatiating on our youth,—our loves, our glory; on the charms of that scene where her eyes were now wandering the scene of our youthful felicity; and, at times, turning back into the treasures of antiquity, for lays, and traditions, and sentences, that accorded with her feelings at the moment. The darkness which I had of late cast upon her spirit seemed totally to have vanished;—the misery with which my projects and persuasions had wrung it, seemed forgotten; but while I gazed with wonder and admiration on her charms, and gloried in the wealth of her intellect, pouring forth thoughts like a river-my heart throbbed with the desperate emotions of the consciousness of my destiny. Starting from the momentary reverie into which she had beguiled me, I exclaimed-Thua! knowest thou that this night decides our fate for ever! Knowest thou that this night the earth is free, or its people are no more?' Like a palm-tree suddenly shrivelled by the burning blast, Thua sank at once, as struck with instant death; but as suddenly starting up, she grasped my arm with a fearful energy, and, with a look of awful meaning, said faintly -Arzalan! what sayest thou? Where learnedst thou this?'

"From the Sphinx.'

"Oh, that dreadful Sphinx! Would to God it had never been brought hither! Once, once more onlyOh, Arzalan! let me be heard!-abandon the counsels of the cruel Sphinx,-shun, distrust him!'

“Thua! listen ! wisdom well known?

Can the Sphinx err? Is not his

Has he not for ages protected his

city against the whole world?'

"Has he protected it now? Oh, Arzalan! Arzalan! Fear him-shun him!-And my father!-shall the Sphinx prevail against my father?'

"Thua! thy father shall partake our felicity. He shall drink of the cup of peace which the Sphinx has taught me to mingle :—a momentary sleep, and he shall rise to immortality. Will not all power be ours ?— to restore to create-to re-create?'

“Oh, Arzalan! Oh, my beloved! by all that the ancients taught, of pure, holy, and eternal-by all that we have loved and rejoiced in-by the certainty of ages of bliss here-by our hope of eternal peace, trust not the dark speeches of this cruel creature. Spare! oh, spare my father!'

"Thua! what askest thou! my life? and our immortality? I have sworn the irrevocable oath! This night, the Sphinx has said, this night I am a god, or nothing. Even thou believest the Sphinx when he foretells evil; this night yield me thy consent, or I cease for ever!' "Perish, then! if I cannot save thee, I can perish with thee!' к 2

"At these words, Affod himself entered. His eyes sought Thua with a look of unspeakable anguish; he stood and gazed upon her for a space, in the silence of misery, and exclaimed, Alas! my child!'

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'Affod,' I said, 'why troublest thou my reign? Take the cup of peace, and let it unite us for ever!' took it from my hand;-I saw it in his face, that he knew its nature; but he was calm as in his hour of meditations; he drank it up. A shriek from Thua-I turned, and beheld her in that attitude of woe which has continued through ten thousand years-she had ceased to be!

but

"In the agony of despair, I gazed upon her father; instead of that change which I anticipated—the change of death--a sudden glory had wrapped him. His mortal frame appeared to have melted away; and his spirit, glowing like the liquid mirror of the sun, stood before me; and, lifting aloft his radiant arm,—' Arzalan !' he pronounced, in a tone that has found an everlasting echo-thou hast brought all life to an end!' At that word the shudder of an earthquake passed through the palace ;-dreadful thunders broke above, and one wild wail of ineffable woe rang through the air. I looked, but Affod had disappeared. I felt the freezing pang which severed my spirit from the body, and I departed to my doom. As I passed through the palace, through the city, through the whole land, I beheld that all life had ceased. Not a creature, great or small, breathed; the

very frames of the primeval race were annihilated; and nothing remained but the scattered statues of our ancient heroes.

"Once in a thousand years, an angel of Power passes before me through the desert, and lays open this scene of my glory and my crime, that I may behold the ruin I have produced; that I may gaze on that form of inextinguishable woe; and revive in my spirit all the strength of hell. Depart! it is for no living eye, much less for a nature frail as thine, to behold the terrors of my trial."

TO MORGAN LE FAY.

BY J. F. HOLLINGS.

NYMPH of undying Song! thy stainless brow,
With lilies and the mystic vervain crowned,
And tresses floating in the blast unbound,
Where in these days inglorious lingerest thou?
Still are thy wonted haunts;—the winds which sweep
Thy bowers, are tuneless; and thy once-loved waves
Bring back no music from that sullen deep,
Nor voice of laughter from those hidden caves.
Alas! with us the power of Fancy's spell,
Crushed by the hand of sterner Truth, is o'er;
Of knight and fay our strains have ceased to tell,
And hosts Armoric, ranged by Severn's shore;
And hymns from tongues aërial rise no more
Within the fabled hold of Tintagel.

THE INDIAN GIRL'S LAMENT.

BY J. G. WHITTIER.

An Indian girl, and the last of the Red Indians, or Baothicks, recently died at St. John's, Newfoundland. Her tribe, the aborigines of Newfoundland, never held intercourse with any other tribe, or with the Europeans around them.

THE moons of Autumn wax and wane ;-the hollow sound of floods

Is borne upon the mournful wind; and broadly on the

woods

The changes of the changeful leaves-those painted

flowers of frost

Before the round and yellow sun, how beautiful, are tossed!

The morning breaketh with the same broad pencilling of

sky,

And blushes through its golden clouds, as the great sun goes by;

And evening lingers in the west, more beautiful than

dreams

That whisper of the Spirit Land-its wilderness and

streams!