1826.] _ The Cup of Honours. 399 
loose about a beach. The scaffold was gone totally into the Mediter- 
ranean. In the burst of the hurricane on St. Elmo,’ the? first ‘care 
had been to secure the ammunition and other important/'stores of 
the ‘fortress. ‘The illustrious criminal was partially forgotten. When 
at length the governor and the guard entered his cell, they found’ him 
alone.” “He was still kneeling, with his hands fixed as in prayer—but 
utterly dead. The countenance was calm: but on lifting the cloak that 
_ had fallen over his forehead, they found a deep red impression of a cross 
burned through to the brain. His death was attributed to the lightning! 
THE LAST MEETING. 
We parted—but not in anger— 
We parted—without a tear ; 
Our meeting was made in danger— 
Our parting was made in fear. 
The dread of loving thee longer 
Through sorrow and through distress, 
Came o’er my lone heart the stronger, 
As I struggled to love thee less, 
Tt was not through truth decaying 
ish I parted without a sigh— 
Oh! no—I was still delaying 
That moment as it drew nigh. 
It was not a wish to leave thee, | 
I could not be so untrue— 
The thought that such change would grieve thee, 
Would grieve me as deeply too. 
I felt that my spirit was broken, 
And sorrow was in my heart— 
{ I loved thee—our shame’s the token— 
But felt that we soon should part. 
I was calm when thou wert speaking, 
And calmly I cried, adieu! 
That moment my heart was breaking, 
And thy heart was breaking too ! 
Who loved thee like him whose madness 
Burned in a desolate frame ? 
Ob! none—for through joy and sadness 
To him thou wert still the same ! 
The world could promise no treasure 
Like that I resigned in thee— 
And—oh! could it offer pleasure 
Like that thou hast lavished on me? 
T cannot so soon forget thee, 
I would not so soon forget— 
’Tis joy even thus to regret thee, 
And think that thou feelest regret. 
Go, lovely one!—go; if ever 
We meet, may it be in a time 
When true hearts no longer sever— 
But meet without tear or crime ! 
briw Go, go—but Ill still watch o’er thee— 
» PIL hover around thee still— 
My love shall be still before thee— 
_ Go—lovely one !—go where you will! 
wiley rin — 
