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bore away his prize in triumph. The her designs and character.

She said, peasants, who had not the highest that, like Lavinia, the had been left opinion of Aunt Dorothé's character, a folitary shepherders of the woods, refused to interfere; and even gave with this difference, that Lavinia Sabran three cheers of approbation, found comfort in the arms of a tenwhich they well knew would not go der parent, whilft she had been conunrewarded. Thus they parted; Sa- figned to the care of a relation whe bran more

late than Alexander at seemed to find a malicious pleasure in his return from the conqueft of In- aggravating her distress. At the mendia; Aunt Dorothé, with all that ran- tion of the park-scene, the Maréchal cour, fpite, and malice, in her heart; could not help exclaiming to his fon, which the reader may suppose in a What! attempt the virtue of an woman agitated by so many and fuch rinnocent female and steal a march violent passions.

upon her when she was asleep, too!' The Comte, who was to the full The Comte foon undeceived the as much in love as if he had been Maréchal in his kafty conjectures: making it for years, and whose in- and when he came to the part Aunt tentions towards the object of his Dorothé had aded in the affair, the wishes were every way honourable, old gentleman's muscles took a very was by no means défirous, as yet, to different turn; and gravity was the discover the secret to his father. After least prevailing pallion in his face. fome deliberation, he procured lodg- Maria then discovered her name and ings for Maria in the neighbourhood. family, at which the Maréchal seemBut who can stop Fame in a country ed greatly affected; protesting, in a village. The Ahort space of two hours tone of angelic sweetness, that the brought the whole affair, with addi- had none of those base designs on the tions, to the Maréchal; who inime- Comte his son, which the Maréchal diately surprized the enamoured cou. had unkindly suggelled. I believe

“ ple tếte, à-tête in their new apart- you, child, moit fincerely!' said the ments. · Heigh-day!' exclaimed he, Maréchal, taking one of her hands at entering, but not in a tone of paf- in both his; . But what do you supfon; what! Monfieur le Comte, pose were my son's designs on you?"

getting the girls into a corner als Maria blushed, and was filent. The • ready! The Comte made no an- Çomte, on being asked the same ques(wer; and he proceeded - Well, tion, immediately replied, Matri· Miss! and so I find you have been 'mony!'-Matrimony !' exclaim

laying love-baits for my fon; butmed the Maréchal: 'what, no sooner Here Maria, trembling in every limb, enlisted in the service of Mars, than threw herself at his feet, and entreat- " that of Venus must follow! Well; ed him, with a voice of fupplication 'I always afierted that they were which must have touched even a Nero, closely connected together.' The not to condemn her unheard. There pause of a minute' which followed was a fomething even in Maria's these apostrophes, made the two young afpect that pleaded most irresistibly lovers tremble for the event. Main her favour, before her lips utiered ria conceived the old gentleman's a single fyllable; and so sweet were hesitation to originate in her want the accents which flowed from that of fortune: but how different would fource of çandour and truth, that, her presentiments have proved, had had the aked for empires, no other she known what passed in the Maréidea would have resulted from the chal's heart during that short interrequeft, than how they might be pro- val! He seized Maria’s trembling cured for her. Maria was suffered hand, with an emotion that appearto proceed: the told the Maréchal, ed evidently in every feature, and in few words, not one of which fail- pressed and kissed it with an ardour ed to reach his heart, that she pre

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your friend, Sir?' returned Maria rope. The tea-equipage was overset with surprize. Yes,' cried the Maré- in her first paroxism of rage; her cap

“ chal, he was, indeed, my friend; nay, was rent away like a sail in a storm,

more, my benefactor! Nor is there a and the motley locks that mantled name under Heaven more dear to like ivy round her temples, at once to

me than that of Clancy! Your fa- hide and mark out the ravages of • ther, it is true, was unfortunate; Time, were strewed like autumnal • but where is the virtuous man who leaves on the carpet. In this attract: " has not been fo? Oh, Maria! Ma- ing deshabille ne sallied forth from * ria !' (continued the Maréchal de her folitary manfion, followed by her Sabran) now no longer an orphan, monkey, parrot, squirrel, and a whole

now no longer the wretched child groupe of cats, the only objects that i of sorrow, let me wipe away that ever experienced one single mark of « tear which duteous recollection has her benevolence; and, with the hafty

drawn from it's crystal source!'- ftrides of a Virago, made the best of And he in vain strove to hide those her way to the Chateau de Marli. which stole down the furrows Time 'God of my fathers!' exclaimed the had made in his own ancient cheeks. Maréchal, who firit observed her at a

– Here, my son,' faid he to the distance, 'what infernal spectre preComte, 'take this fair hand, which • sents itself to my view?' - Ah! • monarchs may envythee; and could cried Maria, “it is my aunt! shield ! I suppose the want of fortune would me from a resentment of which I ! render it lefs precious in thy eyes, • have so repeatedly been the trem

dear as thou art, and must be, to my bling victim!'-'Fear nothing, my

paternal fondness, by Heaven I · angel!' said young Sabran, clafping · could discard thee for ever!'- And, her to his bosom; “thou art now mine! • by Heaven!' added the enraptured • and from this hour my arm is to be Comte, ' I should, in that case, well thy protection. Aunt Dorothé en

deserve your fevereit resentment, tered; and, had an artist been pre

with every other curse that could sent, the portrait he might have taken : be heaped upon my devoted head!' of a Fury would have immortalized

Nothing now remained but to fix his pencil. Finding it in vain to the day of their happy union. reason with so desperate a being, who

• You are both yet very young,' began to exercise her vengeance in efsaid the Maréchal to his fon, when fečtual depredations on the Maréchal's presied on the subject--merely to superb furniture, he ordered his sertantalize him-'and marriage, after vants to escort her to the door; from rall, is a serious affair.'-'Ah, Sir!' which she retired, railing at beauty, exclaimed young Sabran, it is so! marriage, and mankind.

fo and let us therefore get over it as The eve of the bridal day now ar<foon as we can.'-The Maréchal rived, and every thing was in readigave a smile of approbation, and im- ness for the celebration of the nuptials mediately named the day which was on the ensuing morn, when the Comte to render his son the happiest of mor- received an order to join his regitals.

ment, which was ordered abroad,withOne puff of Fame conveyed this out a moment’s delay. War had been news to Aunt Dorothé; whose ears suddenly declared, and every thing were ever open to intelligence, as her prepared for the most vigorous exertongue was on the rack till employed tions. No plea for neglect of duty in liquidating the debt to others. could appear admisible to the old What pen can describe her agitated Maréchal, who had always been a stremind at that moment! It was, indeed, nuous promoter of rigid discipline; painted on her face in colours equal and, however painful the talk necessain number, though not in lustre, to rily proved to his son, he knew he must

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not hesitate to obey. The tender Ma- up all hopes of ever seeing or hearing ria, heedless of her sex and weakness, from her more. was now resolved to accompany her But what was his joy and surprize, lover in disguise to the field, and share when, after a short interval of melanall his dangers. My presence,' said choly, a letter from his son convinced She to the Maréchal, who very proper- him that the youth was still in being, ly opposed her design, will animate and in a fair way of recovery! The • him to heroic deeds!'-'No, my report of his death had been prema

child,”replied the Maréchal, (though ture; though accounts were received evidently pleased with her spirit;) from the army in which he was num• no, I am persuaded he will require bered with the flain.

no other incitement to duty, than The Maréchal's answer announced that of honour: when this is fatis- the sudden retreat of Maria, in con

fied, he willreturn still more worthy sequence of her error; and a truce of • of the rewards which love has, in fix months being agreed on by the

your person, destined for him. Your contending powers, the Comte de Sa

charming society, Maria,' added bran obtained leave of absence, and he, embracing her, 'will be necef- determined never to return till he had

sary to console me in his absence!' found out the spot which contained

The two armies met early in the the treasure of his soul. With this campaign; a moit obstinate engage- view, he visited every convent where ment ensued; and never did victory he suppofed fe might be concealed; more deeply tinge her laurels in hu. and, after incredible fatigues and anman gore, than on this awful occa- xiety, (during which he feldom tatted fion. The Comte de Sabran, who food, or suffered sleep to approach performed all that Fame or his fire his eye-lids) he at length traced her could wish,received several dangerous to Vienna, whither she had been inwounds in the conflict; and Rúmour, vited by a boarding-school friend, who, like a river, increases as the whom alone he had made the configoes, proclaimed them to be mortal. dante of her intentions. Under the

The Maréchal's grief was every way feigned title of her brother, he was suited to the calamity. In feeling first allowed an audience at the grate; himself a parent, he did not, however, and he even obtained permision, unforget that he was a hero. • He is der that sanction, to visit her within

gone!' said he; · but not without the inclosure. There he found the • his share of glory!-He is no more! had already taken the veil, and even ! but he died, as I ever wished him, her last vows, but love prevailed over • in the service of his country!' all the diclates of religion; and a plan

The disconfolate Maria heard these was concerted for her release, which sentiments; but, alas! they conveyed he immediately put into execution. no balm to her wounded heart. She Night was the time fixed on for this had lost all that was dear to her, in a desperate attempt, and every precauworld which had ever afforded her but tion was taken to prevent a discovery. too little enjoyment; and, to indulge The guard was secured by an ample her sorrows in solitude, was now the bribe; the Comte scaled the walls as the only object that claimed her atten- clock struck twelve, and found Maria tion. In a few days she disappeared; prepared to second his exertions. Maand a letter informed the Maréchal ny obstacles, however, retarded his de. that her resolution was to end her figns; nor were they, accomplished bewretched remnant of life in the gloom

fore the centinel was relieved on of a cloister. As she had not men- whose aid and secrefy he had relied. tioned the place of her destination, The soldier now on duty observing the Maréchal was unable to prevent him and Maria descend from the wall this fatal step; and, after many fruit- by a rope-ladder the Comte had taken less researches and enquiries, he gave care to provide, immediately fired;

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when poor Maria instantly fell at his come not hither in the forlorn hope feet. Not doubting that she was • of defrauding the claims of justice, mortally wounded, he facrificed the · which I have ever respected; but of guard, by whom he supposed he had pieading for honour, which has been basely betrayed, to the first im- 'been equally dear to me. pulse of his refeniment; and, in the • children are guilty, let them perish, distraction of his foul, was meditating .but not by a vulgar hand: mine, the like vengeance on himself, when • Sire, thall do the office of an exe. Maria (who by this time had re, cutioner; and the same sword that covered from her swoon) arrived soon ' pierces their hearts, fhall soon find enough to prevent the fatal ftroke, access to mine. I am a Maréchal Once more he clasped her in his arms; of France; my name is Sabran: and but the report of the centinel's muí. this request, I trust, will not be re. quet having given a general alarm to « fused to the fame of

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ancestors, the guards, he was conveyed, with " and to my own!' Maria, to a place of security. Murder The Emperor heard him with asto. and sacrilege were the two crimes of niinment; nor was it till after a pause which he stood clearly convicted; of some minutes, that he could make crimes which excluded the most dif- him this gracious reply. Gomit is tant hope of mercy. He was accord- impoffible that your children can ingly ordered to prepare for inevita- have been guilty; or, if they have ble death; and the lovely Maria was been so unfortunate, whatever be condemned to share his fate.

their crimes, I forgive them for The day was come—the awful preparations were made and the vile This sentence was highly extolled arm of an executioner was already by all but the bigotted clergy, ever raised to cut off two persons in the enraged to see victims snatched from bloom of health and youth--culpable their vengeance; these complained in the eyes of erring man, but more

that the interests of Heaven were fa. than innocent in those of Heaven- crificed to those of humanity : but, when the old Maréchal de Sabran, in spite of their influence, Sabran and doubtless conducted by Providence, his beloved Maria were restored to arrived at the melancholy spot juft in the arms of their now-enraptured patime to prevent the dreadful catastro, rent, and soon after united in the soft, phe. His name and virtues were re- eft bands that Hymen ever entwined. spected even by those enemies who The sovereign, to whose benevolence had so often shrunk before his valour; they owed these blessings, was not long and no sooner had he claimed the two without his reward: in the very next culprits, and declared his intention campaign the young heir to his throne of appealing to the feelings of the was rescued from fate by the Comte Emperor, than orders were given to de Şabran; who never failed to tread defer the execution till the event of in the footsteps of his father, and his fuit Mould be known,

seemed still more to inherit his godBeing admitted to the Imperial Pre- like virtues, than his titles, his rank, fence, what was his condu&t? Did he and most ample fortune, rend his grey locks in token of af

F Aiation, or descend to more abject acts of humiliation in order to excite pity?

Α Ν Ν Ε Τ Τ Ε. No; he appeared, he looked, he spoke, with the confidence of a man who felt his claims to attention. The words BY MĄSTER GEORGE LOUIS LENOX. he made use of were few: Sire,' said he, “I am a father-alas! I mussoon As the newly-married wife of an

opulent country farmer, in the • cease to be so, for my, fon and ever memorable reign of Henry the daughter have offended you !. Great, was 1rolling through the de.

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