With Repentance, his only companion, he lies,
And a difmal companion is the.

On a fudden he faw the old Serpent arife;
"You villainous dauber," old Beelzebub cries,
"You are paid for your infults to me.

"But my too tender heart it is easy to move, "If to what I propose you agree.

"That picture-be fair! the resemblance improve, "Make a handfomer picture-your chains I'll remove, "And you fhall this inftant be free."—

Overjoy'd, the condition fo eafy he hears,

"I'll make you more handfome," he said. He fees that his chain on the Devil appears, Released from his prison, released from his fears, The Painter lies fnug in his bed.

At morn he arifes, compofes his look,
And proceeds to his work as before:

The people beheld him, the culprit they took,
They thought that the Painter his prison had broke,
And to prison they led him once more.

They open the dungeon-behold in his place,

In the corner, old Beelzebub lay:

He fmirks, and he fmiles, and he leers with a grace,

That the Painter might catch all the charms of his face,

Then vanish'd in lightning away.

Quoth

Quoth the Painter-" I truft you'll fufpect me no more, "Since you find my denial was true;

"But I'll alter the picture above the church-door,
"For I never faw Satan fo closely before-
"And I must give the Devil his due."--

No.

No. XXVIII.

DONICA.

ROBERT SOUTHEY.

In Finland there is a Castle which is called the New Rock, moated about with a river of unsounded depth, the water black, and the fish therein very distasteful to the palate. In this are spectres often seen, which foreshew either the death of the Governor, or some prime officer belonging to the place; and most commonly it appeareth in the shape of an harper, sweetly singing, and dallying and playing under the water.

It is reported of one Donica, that after she was dead, the Devil walked in her body for the space of two years, so that none suspected but she was still alive; for she did both speak and eat, though very sparingly; only she had a deep paleness on her countenance, which was the only sign of death. At length a Magician coming by where she was then in the company of many other virgins, as soon as he beheld her he said, " fair Maids why keep you company with this dead virgin whom you suppose to be alive ?" when taking away the magic charm which was tied under her arm, the body fell down lifeless and without motion. The following Ballad is founded on these stories. They are to be found in the Notes to the Hierarchies of the blessed Angels; a poem by Thomas Heywood, printed in folio by Adam Islip, 1635.

HIGH on a rock, whose castled shade

Darken'd the lake below,

In ancient ftrength mageftic ftood

The towers of Arlinkow.

The fisher in the lake below
Durft never caft his net,
Nor ever Swallow in its waves
Her paffing wings would wet.

The cattle from its ominous banks
In wild alarm would run,

Though parch'd with thirft, and faint beneat
The fummer's fcorching fun.

For fometimes, when no paffing breeze
The long lank fedges waved,
All white with foam, and heaving high,
Its deafening billows raved.

And when the tempeft from its bafe
The rooted pine would shake,
The powerlefs ftorm unruffling swept
Across the calm dead lake.

And ever then when death drew near
The houfe of Arlinkow,

Its dark unfathom'd depths did fend
Strange mufic from below.

The Lord of Arlinkow was old,
One only child had he;
Donica was the maiden's name,

As fair as fair might be.

A bloom

A bloom as bright as opening morn,
Flush'd o'er her clear white cheek;
The mufic of her voice was mild,
Her full dark eyes were meek.

Far was her beauty known, for none
So fair could Finland boaft;

Her parents loved the maiden much,
Young EBERHARD loved her most.

Together did they hope to tread
The pleasant path of life;

For now the day drew near to make
Donica Eberhard's wife.

The eve was fair, and mild the air,
Along the lake they stray:
The eastern hill reflected bright

The fading tints of day.

And brightly o'er the water stream'd

The liquid radiance wide;

Donica's little dog ran on,

And gambol'd at her fide.

Youth, health, and love, bloom'd on her cheek;

Her full dark eyes express

In many a glance to Eberhard,

Her foul's meek tenderness.

Nor