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by the low murmur of the sea, has about it a something sacred. O, 

 Rita 1 he must be doubly base that forgets an oath made at this hour." 



" It shall be so," answered Rita, after a moment's reflection, and 

 stretching her hand towards Henry, who remained absorbed, she 

 moved towards the door. 



This unexpected, and almost solemn scene, cast a kind of restraint 

 over the last adieu of the lovers, who had always before parted most 

 tenderly. 



The duchess rejoined her esquire and was already out of sight as 

 her lover still waved the white streamer upon the tower of Koat-veu. 

 ( To be continued. ^ 



THE KLIN GEL CHAPEL. 



BT MRS. G. G. RICHARDSON. 



NEAR where the crystal Money goes, 



To wed her waters with the Rhine, 

 And haunted Mummulsea* bestows 



Her fay-boons 'neath the bright moonshine, 



A hermit hoar, in life's decline, 

 'Mid bowering shades had scooped his cell, 

 Deep hidden, sinking in repose, 

 And prayerful communing to dwell 

 Alone with heaven, ere bidding earth farewell. 



Sorrows and wrongs had been his lot ; 



But they were past regrets were o'er; 

 His bosom no remorseful spot, 



No bitterness of memory bore. 



Time's injuries, that pained no more, 

 Kind love divine to blessings turned, 

 He prayed for those who prayer forgot ;f 

 For the unholy world he mourned, 

 And, for revenge and ire, pity returned. 



Not far, in dissonance, were heard 



The hunter's horn, the feudal fray, 

 Not far the Rhine's proud barons reared 



Their battlements and banners gay, 



And minstrels trill'd the dulcet lay 

 In halls of riot, where beneath 

 Lone, dungeon-bound, immured from day, 

 Wore wearily the lingering breath 

 By despot torturers doomed, in living death. 



Woe, wassail, godless mirth, and gloom 

 There mingling, as in scenes around 



* " In one of the sweetest of those valleys is a little lake, called Muimnulsea, which, 

 bein interpreted, means Lake of the Fairies, round which a set of benevolent spirits 

 assemble at the full of the moon, and, if the housewives for five miles round will on 

 that night leave work of any kind ready to the hand, these kindly fays perform it with- 

 out fee or reward." Mrs. Trollops' s Belgium and West Germany. 



t He prayed for those who prayer forgot. " When the monks of La Trappeare 

 asked why they choose this seclusion, their answer is invariably, 'To glorify God, to 

 repent of their sins, and to pray for the unhappy world which prays not for itself.'" 

 Memoirs of Port Royal. 



