Lord Ronald, while horror ftill briftled his hair, —" Yes, traitor, 'tis Janet !"-fhe cried;" at my fight "No more will your heart fwell with love and delight; "That little jet ring was the cause of your flame, "And that little jet ring from the Forest-Fiend camé. "It endow'd me with beauty, your heart to regain; "It fix'd your affections, fo wavering and vain ; "But the spell is diffolved, and your eyes speak my fate, My falfehood is clear, and as clear is your hate, "But what caused my falfehood?-your falfehood alone; "What voice faid-be guilty?' feducer, your own! "You vow'd truth for ever, the oath I believed, "And had you not deceived me, I had not deceived. "Remember my joy, when affection you fwore! "Remember my pangs, when your paffion was o'er ! "A curfe, in my rage, on your children was thrown, "And alas! wretched mother, that curfe ftruck my own!" And here her strength fail'd her!—the fad one to fave Despair Defpair fills his heart! he no longer can bear If you bid me, fair damfels, my moral rehearse, No. No. XIX. THE LITTLE GREY MAN. ORIGINAL.-H. BUNBURY. MARY-ANN was the darling of Aix-la-Chapelle ; Her form it was faultlefs, unaided by art; Though Though with fuitors befet, yet her Leopold knew, Full oft, in the gloom of the churchyard reclined, "Ah me!"-would fhe figh, in a tone that would melt The heart that one spark of true love ever felt; "Ah me!would fhe figh-" past and gone is the day, "When my father was plighted to give me away! One evening fo gloomy, when only the owl His hue it was deadly, his eyes they were ghaft; Long and pale were his fingers, that held her arm fast ;— She shriek'd a loud fhriek, so affrighted was she ; And grimly he fcowl'd, as he jump'd on her knee. With a voice that difmay'd her-" The Danube!" he cried; "There Leopold bleeds! Mary-Ann is my bride!"- She She shrunk, all appall'd, and she gazed all around; She closed her fad eyes, and fhe funk on the ground; The Little Grey Man he resumed his discourse— -"Tomorrow I take thee, for better, for worse :"At midnight my arms fhall thy body entwine, "Or this newly-made grave, Mary Ann, shall be thine !" With fear and with fright did the maid look around, Though loft to her fight was the Little Grey Man: With fear and with fright from the churchyard fhe fled; Reach'd her home, now fo welcome, and funk on her bed. "Woe is me !"-did the cry-" That I ever was born! Was ever poor maiden fo loft and forlorn! "Muft that Little Grey Man, then, my body entwine "Or the grave newly dug for another be mine? "Shall I wait for to-morrow's dread midnight?-ah no! "To my Leopold's arms-to the Danube I go !" Then up rofe the maiden, fo fore woe-begone, A cross |