168 PENDENNIS CASTLE. 



Blending with sadness there was also love, 

 Most like a sister's love, born in the heart 

 Amid its sacred thoughts her countenance 

 Was hardly sweeter when it wore a smile 

 Than now a tear hung on it ! Had she cause, 

 Of grief unshared, for melancholy thought ? 

 Oh ! no the tempest of the world had, lightly yet, 

 Passed over her at distance, haply few 

 Of cherished hopes had withered in its wrath, 

 And many joys remained to sweeten life 

 To make its memory dear A husband stood 

 Close by her side, on whose affectionate care 

 And tender love she might with hope repose ; 

 A mother, too, bent over her, with look 

 Of kind solicitude, felt, only felt, 

 Within a mother's breast 



Was that tear 



Called forth to think that on a form so fair 

 As that before her time should shed a gloom 

 And rob it of the lustre that adorned 

 And made it lovely ? Ah ! perhaps it was 

 And Memory might have whispered of the hours 

 Herself and Margaret, many a blithesome time 

 Thought were too rapid in their winged flight 

 So was their course beguiled by many modes 

 Of innocent delight. 



THE ROMANCE OF WESTERN HISTORY. 



ISg t!)f Sutfior of tfir panorama of ot(}ua$, 

 No. II. P E N D E N N I S C A S T L E. 



IT was on a bright evening in August, in the year of grace 1644, 

 that a lady richly habited, and mounted on u jennet of exquisite 

 symmetry, was riding along the downs in the neighbourhood of 

 Fendennis Castle; accompanied by two horsemen, whose dress be- 

 spoke them to be cavaliers of quality. 



It was a delicious evening : the sun was hoverincr over the 



