"to arms! to arms!" and called the hue and cry that way with frantic energy.

"I will not be so balked-thou wilt repent this, father," said the young man, advancing nearer.

"Pray God I live to see thee hanged; I will repent this never!-approach me not, or I will rob the hangman of bis due, and with mine own hand slay thee!"

"Thou wilt not, father," replied the other, as he laid his hand on the casement, and reaching into the chamber, set down upon the floor a small rush basket, and a tall flask of wine,— "thou wilt not, father, seeing that I have risked my life to bring thee meat and wine. I knew not till today, that thou wert in this lamentable town!"

At first the old man listened, and seemed even somewhat mollified, but as his son alluded to the situation of the town, all his old rage returned, and with the words, "die dog!" he lounged full at his heart with his drawn rapier-the blow took effect, full on the polished corslet, and glanced off, inflicting a deep wound on his left arm, and hurling him to the ground.

"Ha! have I slain thee? - Ha! so perish all the enemies of good king Charles!"

"Praised be God," replied the Puritan, "praised be God, that sin is spared to thee-farewell!"

"Ho! guard-this way," shouted the veteran, now more incensed than ever, "ho! guard-this way!"

And with their arquebusses lowered, and their slow-matches lighted, a party of the night-watch rushed in from the streetthe ruthless father pointed them to the figure of his flying son, and a quick volley followed-another-and another!and all along the ramparts, from every battlement and crenelle, the sharp, clear flashes of the random musquetry streamed out into the midnight darkness-and the loud rattle of the shots startled the sentinels of Lilburne on their posts, and set the outposts and picquets on the alert throughout the whole of the beleaguering hosts.

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Escaping from the random volleys, the young man hurried to his quarters; but ere he reached them, he was met by the grand rounds, interrogated, seized, dragged to head-quarters, tried for communicating with the enemy by a drum-head court martial, and sentenced to be hung upon the morrow, tween the glacis and the lines-before two hours had passed. Meantime the old man fed-coolly fed on the meat, and quaffed the wine his child-his betrayed child-had brought to him then mocked the throne of mercy with a prayer, and

lay down, and slept soundly-while that same child, watched in a military dungeon, and prayed for mercy to his soul, which must be with its God to-morrow.

The morrow dawned, and the accursed gallows stood there erect between the glacis and the lines-and the death drums were beating through the camp-and the Parliamentarians mustered to punishment parade, with their war weapons trailed, and their grim visages suffused with more than their accustomed gloom.

The fearful tale was known-at once, almost instinctively it was revealed-all means were taken, and all methods tried to preserve the victim son-threats of retaliation-proffers of terms-entreaties— ransom-bribes- but all were tried in

vain.

In the full blaze of noon, before the besieged town, before the besieging army, before men, angels, God-the son died on the gallows tree, victim of filial piety-martyr to military discipline and the old ruthless man, who had consigned his own child to that fearful doom, looked on, and strove to smile, and would have braved it out even to the end-but the offended majesty of nature stood forth in its dread might !—the fierce revulsion of conflicting passions conquered the wretched clay ! —with the sneer on his lip, and the bold evil words upon his tongue-he staggered- fell!—they lifted him, but he was dead.

That night, a courier with a white flag paused at the outposts of the Roundheads. It was a messenger from Charles, licensing his commander to surrender his good and faithful town of Knaresborough-and the next day the garrison marched out with colours flying and drums beating, and all the honours of war granted them-and filed in their superb array beneath the gibbet and the corpse of him who died a felon's death, for succouring a father at his need!-Ho! the morality of warfare! The glory of the victor!

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HE WOO'D ME AT THE FOUNTAIN.

HE woo'd me at the fountain,

When the moon shone bright above,
And with the murmuring of the stream,
He pledged his vows of love.

I bade him to my father hie,

The pleasing tale to tell,

Then seek again the fountain sheen,
Down in the sylvan dell.

He woo'd me in the bower,

When the songsters fill'd the grove,
And with the dove's soft tones he sigh'd
His ardent tale of love.

I bade him seek my mother's side,
Her blessing first to win,
Then claim me for his chosen bride,
The trelliced bower within.

He woo'd me at the festal,

Where music reigned supreme,
And 'mid the revel wild and light
He breath'd bis chosen theme;
Yet all unbless'd I could not yield
To man the heart's rich mine,
Or falsely dash the holy light
From filial duty's shrine.

At length 'twas at the altar,

'Neath the organ's pealing sound,
He sought again my trembling hand,
While friends were smiling round;
No more I bade him others seek,
Or waved him from my side:

With blushes mantling o'er my cheek,
I knelt his happy bride.

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COUNT FAUSTERNBURG.

"EVERYTHING, yes, everything is possible with the children of Hermes, who possess an uncorrupt heart. What secrets have I not discovered with your aid, oh, incomparable Faust! oh, learned Raymond Lully! oh, mighty Nicholas Flamel! Am I ignorant of the composition of the miraculous water which bestows youth and everlasting health! What recipe is unknown to me! Have I not the dangerous talent of transforming the baser metals into gold! Come, then, let us see; to work again, with the skill I ought to have attained. The Romans were not incapable of rendering brass flexible! And I am to be arrested by this vile clay! I? I Gottlieb? 1, the grandnephew of Faust? No, I will discover it!"

You would have seen on a certain stormy night, in a solitary house situate in the most unfrequented street of Vienna, a man in the prime of youth, richly clad in a black velvet vest, embroidered with Arabian characters of gold, with a cap of the same material, surmounted by a red plume attached with a clasp of emeralds, his sleeves drawn up, a leathern apron on, his feet enclosed in stout buckskin slippers; you would have seen this man, a learned alchymist, devotedly attached to the grand art, armed with an iron tube, stirring and mixing to

gether in a burning crucible a preparation of sand, vermilion and fern, yielding to the intense heat which surrounded them.

"Nothing is more simple than this," said he, suspending the extremity of the tube, into which he blew a drop of this flaming liquid; "hereis glass,—glass, productive of nothing, it is true, yet it is glass. Let us see now if the powerful poisons, if the less common alkalis, will not conduct me to the lofty end I anticipate!" Then, adding to the mixture already in ebullition an unknown preparation, he followed with anxious looks the bubbles of this hazardous manipulation. Suddenly he stopped. Full of despair, he violently agitated the antimony and bismuth, blew again through the tube, and finding then that he had produced a hard, transparent and malleable substance, he expressed, in the words of Archimedes, his noble enthusiasm: "I have discovered it !"

The emperor Joseph the second, as everybody knew, delighted much in playing the incognito. He had fallen in many times, in nocturnal wanderings, with very singular adventures; sometimes agreeable enough, at other times perilous. One of these latter conducted him, through a pelting storm, into a street far distant from his palace. Alone in the middle of the night, he had just escaped from a band of a fraternity, playing the incognito, minus his purse, watch, weapons and cloak. Perceiving through the obscurity, in spite of the well-closed blinds of a small, new house, a brilliant light, he directed his course toward it, and rapping loudly with the brass knocker against the oaken door, awaited a reply to his summons. "Who is there?"

Open, in the name of the emperor !"

His imperial majesty had sufficient time to be thoroughly drenched, for some minutes elapsed ere a genteel youth, a drawn sword in the one hand and a flambeau in the other, like Don Juan before the statue of the commander, came and opened to him.

"Who are you?"

"An officer of Joseph the second. I crave an asylum. I have been stopped by three wretches, who left me in the plight which you now see.

'Yes, your aspect bears you out; provided you be not one of them perhaps."

"How could you think?"

'Why deceive me?" said the suspicious fellow, approach ing the light to the face of Joseph. "You are the emperor! I know your majesty. Suffer me to enjoy the honour of receiving you into my modest domicil. Walk in, sire; you are with a faithful subject." Then, having carefully shut the door, he added: "Now, I declare, the arrival of your majesty is quite apropos, since I have an interesting secret to communicate." "What?"

"Come, sire, repose yourself awhile, we will then converse -if your majesty will permit."

The emperor, dissatisfied at being recognized, followed his guide with a prudent step and serious air. He was astonished at the elegant recherché of the apartments. Many objects of art and curiosity were totally unknown to him. He admired the paintings, the statues, and the sumptuous furniture glittering in silk and gold, and was surprised at the common use to which this precious metal was perverted; but, what astonished him still more, was the costly dress which the owner of this abode brought him, and which he assisted in arraying him with at the side of a blazing forge.

'Accept a draught of this beverage, sire. 'Tis the elixir of Aristeé. You will find it very refreshing, sire."

Having quaffed this nectar, which both re-animated and revived him, assured by the touching proofs of hospitality, the emperor stretched himself out at his ease in a capacious armchair, which his host tendered him, and signifying to him also to be seated, he conversed with him undisguisedly.

"All which I have now told you is true, excepting my name, which I would have concealed from you. In short, I am Joseph the second. Strolling out unaccompanied—as is my custom, in fact, to see sometimes for myself-I was overtaken by a storm, and the sky became so overcast that I lost my way in my good city of Vienna. I had an awkward encounter in the faubourg Leopoldstat, from which I narrowly escaped, and had it not been for you, i'faith!—I return you my sincere thanks for the hospitable reception you have afforded me. You have a matter of importance to disclose to me, you say. One cannot be more favourably disposed to listen to you than I am; speak."

"Sire you are at the house of the grand-nephew of Faust." "What!" exclaimed the emperor, starting up, 66 you are Gottlieb Faust! the scouted-the bloody-he whom they accuse of impiety, of sorcery!"