18 SUFFERINGS OF LIEUTENANT o'bRIEN. 



powerfully did the fear of being again brought back operate) : the want of 

 sastenance at length pieponderated, and I knocked at the door. It was 

 opened by a woman. I asked for some bread, in German, which is the 

 language spoken by the peasantry cf Lorrain. She made signs for me to 

 enter, which I did. There were three men and another woman in the house, 

 one elderly man, who was the only person that could speak French, instantly 

 told me that he was certain I was one of the Englishmen, who had escaped 

 from the guards the preceding day, one of whom had just quitted tlie honse, 

 who had been on the look-out all day, and came, in his way home, to give 

 them information. Pleasing intelligence !— I did not dispute who or what I 

 was. He dwelt upon the 50 livres reward for arresting a prisoner of war. 

 It was an object, he said, to poor people like them. I understood him per- 

 fectly ; and observed that, althouyh his government had promised that reward, 

 he was not sure when it would be paid ; besides, what honest man would 

 prevent a poor prisoner of war, who had been guilty of no crime whatever, 

 from visiting his wife and family, after an imprisonment of four or five years, 

 for that paltry sura 1 



He explained what I said to the others — I found the women were advocates 

 for me. Upon which, I addressed the old gentleman again, and said, "asyoa 

 appear to me to be very worthy and honest people, accept of this Irifle amongst 

 yon :" giving him a Louis d'or, and presenting the women with six livres, as 

 a mark of my respect for them : which they received very graciously. I saw 

 that matters now bore, a more favorable aspect, and accordingly, took an 

 opportunity of observing, how sorry I was at not having more to present 

 them with. 



To be continusd. 



COCK'S TOR, IN THE DARTMOORS ; 



OR 



SUN-SHINE BEFORE RAIN. 



Tremulo igne coruscans 

 Galli crista spectabilis alta. 



Yon hill, whose crest aspires to reach the sky, 



Vievv'd through a lucid interval of air, 

 Appears dilated and advancing nigh, 



In green attire, and crown'd with prospects rare. 

 Divergent beams of light enchant the eye, 



And o'er the landscape fling a purple glare ; 

 Thus Hope allures, as through a glass to spy 



Her heav'nly visions in perspective fair. 

 The sober tints of Age, " its twilight gray," 



She burnishes with dawn's reviving hues, 

 And while she soothes the ear with farewell lay, 



Exhilarates the heart with balmy dews, 

 Bidding us soar aloft to realms of day. 



Where Love the bloom of Paradise renews. 



Park Wocd. W. E. 



