Ml TREVALLTAN. 



calamities, but he himself became so obnoxious to the displeasure of 

 the king, that he would have been brought to the scaffold, had it not 

 been for the opportune death of Henry before the warrant for his exe- 

 cution could be signed. 



Of the Countess of Trevallyan we must say a few words. She 

 had not witnessed the death of the earl, not having recovered from 

 the fit of insensibility into which she had fallen in his arms. But she 

 was told that he had died as a soldier ought, with his face towards his 

 foe ; and that Norfolk, whose hate had been partially appeased by his 

 death, had laid him in the " sepulchre of his fathers." Long, long, 

 did the remembrance of that horrible night haunt the dreams of the 

 bereaved countess. Oft was she awaken from her unquiet slumbers 

 by the fancied din of arms and bray of battle. She faded like a 

 flower plucked from the stem which gave it nourishment. " The iron 

 had entered into her soul." Her affections were blasted in the bud : 

 and the heart which had so often thrilled with the deepest and purest 

 affection, soon ceased to vibrate when it was left desolate ! She died 

 murmuring the name of 'him who had been so rudely torn from her ; 

 and imploring heaven that she might meet him in that land where 

 separation is unknown, and where sorrow is a stranger. O woman ! 

 thy love is priceless : what on earth can be compared unto it ? 'Tis 

 like the asbestos-fire, which, when once lighted, remains uncon- 

 sumed for ever ! 



w. 



AN ACROSTIC. 



B RAH AM ! what magic in the name appears ! 



R ich is thy voice, though nearly seventy years 



A round thy head hath Time, with lenient hand, 



H is hour-glass tura'd. In sacred song, how grand ! 



A ge seems to have mellow 'd more than thinn'd thy tone : 



'M id England's tenors, still thou stands alone. 



Sylvester. 



