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his guard entered and presented a letter,, in a well-known hand, on 

 reading which, he pressed it to his lips, and while the big round tear 

 rolled down his manly cheek, he fell on his knees, exclaiming, 

 " Bless her ! bless her !" His jailer motioned him to follow need it be 

 told how quickly he obeyed the hint ? in a quarter of an hour he was 

 on the road, and that night at eleven, he found himself re-established in 

 his apartments ! At midnight he received a visit from one too loving 

 too much beloved ! who unfolded to his astonished ear a tale of 

 treachery Godoy, the false Godoy, had doomed him to ruin! Banishment 

 from Spain, was the only condition on which his royal mistress could 

 obtain a promise of his life ; a few brief hours would sever them for 

 ever ! even the moments of this her parting visit were numbered ! she 

 hung round his neck her own picture, richly set with large brilliants, 

 and bestowing one long, long and tender embrace, while her falling 

 tears bedewed his face, she tore herself away from the only being she 

 ever loved !* 



At an early hour in the morning, Don Manoel received an order to 

 attend the levee of Godoy ; on his entrance he was received by that 

 prince of hypocrites with every demonstration of the warmest regard, 

 and complimented by his Highness and by his circle of sycophants on 

 his appointment to a command in one of the most remote colonies, with 

 the rank of Brigadier- General. The officers of his staff were announced 

 to be in waiting, and it was intimated that his departure for the port of 

 Cadiz must be immediate! His majesty and the queen had left 

 Madrid for Aranjuez, the ceremony of leave-taking was therefore 

 dispensed with. 



Don Manoel seeing it in vain to struggle against his adverse fortune, 

 submitted with the best grace his agonized heart would admit, and with 

 dissembled gratitude and respect bent before his stern oppressor, while 

 his daring soul burned to avenge his wrongs ! * * * * 



ST. G. 



MR. ROBERT MONTGOMERY, AND MR. EDWARD CLARKSON. 



THE recent publication of a most extraordinary pamphlet, entitled 

 " Robert Montgomery and his Reviewers," by an individual who 

 rejoices in the name of Edward Clarkson, has revived a question which 

 we thought the Edinburgh Review had effectually disposed of. This 

 question is Is Mr. Robert Montgomery the first poet of his age ? The 

 Edinburgh Review says, No. Mr. E. Clarkson says, Yes. The former 

 authority assures us that the author of Satan is an immeasurably over- 

 rated writer, the cherished offspring of bombast, self-conceit, and 

 quackery : the latter, that he is " the new Star in the East to harbinger 

 the hoped-for epoch of religious philosophy" ! that his " didactic poetry 

 forms a new era" !! that he " breathes the ether of loftier sentiments 

 than suit the marsh miasma of certain literary coteries" ! ! ! that the 

 " mountain air to which the broad sail-vans of his eagle wings ascend, 

 is such an atmosphere as the measured and measuring materialism of 

 Utilitarian literature cannot breathe in and live" ! ! ! ! that he is the " first 



* The old Duchess of O , who had for years enjoyed the queen's confidence, 



declared to the writer (many years after these events) that if the heart of her majesty evei 

 entertained th$ sentiment of love? unmixed with grosser passions, Don Manoel alone could 

 claim the merit of exciting it. 



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