beheld the ghastliness of his countenauce and the glare of his eye-balls. He examined him still more closely, when he found that he gazed on the inanimate corpse of Sir Everard de Courcy.

There was no exterior sign of violence-no visible mark of disease, He had retired to his bed-room in the enjoyment of his ordinary health, and his previous habits had given no indication of any thing inconsistent with the most perfect soundness of constitution. It was, however, supposed that the workings of his mind had affected the system of his body, and that the constant recurrence of mental anguish, which he had frequently experienced during the last years, had, in a fit of unusual intensity, produced the separation of the soul from its fragile tenement. However, life and hope were now equally extinguished; and there he lay, the victim of disappointed affection, and the prey of feelings too exquisite and deep.

His funeral was conducted in the most simple style; and as the family vault was already full, they placed him in au obscure tomb, where his bones might slumber in peace, until the awful trumpet shall rend the tombs and rouse them into activity again. There is no stone to record his worth or fortunes; for, without a single letter to commemorate his name, they laid him there,

"Like a warrior taking his rest,

With his martial cloak around him."

Rosa's sister was happier in her lot. Regulated by a more rational disposition of feeling, she became the wife of a sensible and independent man, and, at the time that I write, is surrounded by a family of little prattlers, some of whom are said to resemble their lovely and ill-starred aunt.

THE GENTLE REPROOF:

D. S. L.

A MÉTRICAL ROMANCE.-BY JOSEPH ROBINS.

Forbear sharp speeches to her. She's a Lady

So tender of rebukes, that words are death to her. Shakspeare.

“ My child, I would not say one word to give thee aught of

pain,

But I'd not have thee ever meet Sir Leoline again ;

For though he is of noble house, his gay and giddy fame
Has spread abroad and tarnished o'er his proud ancestral

name.

""Tis true they say that he is brave and valiant in each deed, But this, unchecked by honour's course, but makes the true heart bleed;

For he that ever draws his sword but in a righteous cause, Is but a fiend in human shape, despising nature's laws.

"And I'd not have thee wed with one of libertine renown, Who in the brimming wine-cup strives his conscience oft to drown;

I love thee, Constance, far too well to wish thee such a doom As that which soon would bring us both to an untimely tomb."

The Lady Constance blushing sighed-"Alas! my father dear,

I own I love Sir Leoline-but still thou need'st not fear:
For though I deem him not so bad as many tongues would

say,

Whene'er I wed, my father's wish I will not disobey.

My mother on her dying bed implored me so to do,
And I'll not break the pledge I jointly gave to her and you;
And ne'er until you see good cause to say that he is mine-
Although I can't forego my love-will I see Leoline."

'Right well, my child,"-Sir Roderic sighed, and kissing off

a tear

"And if he is deserving thee, why then thou'rt nought to fear;

For if I find that slander's tongue hath done him any wrong, I'll proudly own him for my son, my dearest friend's among.'

The Lady Constance left her sire, and to her chamber went, And on her knees, before her God, with fervency she bentHer prayers were for her Leoline, and that he soon might prove

Himself to be deserving of her pure and faithful love.

The evening came, and all was still, when distant notes were heard

Floating upon the passing gale like some melodious bird;
At length beneath the lady's tower a light guitar was strung,
And to his Lady Constance thus Leoline then sung.

SONG.

Whilst the moon, love, is shining

O'er tower and tree,

Thy lover is pining

For truth and for thee;

For slander is stealing

His fair fame away,
And hope stops unveiling
The night from the day:
But still, if thou'rt true, love,

I heed not my woes,
For soon shall I then prove
How base are my foes.

The fire that is burning
Within my true heart,
To thee's ever turning
Wherever thou art;
Though life may be chequer'd
With sorrow and tears,

Still truth leaves a record

To banish our fears.
Then still if thou'rt true, love,

I heed not my woes,
For soon shall I then prove
How base are my foes.

The song had scarcely ended when a base and coward foe Behind the hapless minstrel came, and with one deadly blow He plunged a poignard to his heart with such a fearful aim, That as the faithful lover fell, he scarce could breathe her name.

The assassin fled!-And who was he?-Truth bids us now to

own

'Twas he who spread the ill reports of Leoline's renown : But though he took his rival's life, his love he could not take, Nor did she e'er in after life her vow of love forsake.

EPITAPH ON A MIDSHIPMAN.
Weep for a seaman, honest and sincere,
Not cast away, but brought to anchor here ;
In harbour, safe from shipwreck, now he lies,
Till Time's last signal blazes thro' the skies
Refitted in a moment, then shall he
Sail from this port, on an eternal sea.

ENGLISH FASHIONS AND NOVELTIES. WALKING DRESS.-Mantle of figured cashmere, lined with rose-coloured gros de Naples; the form of the mantle is between a pelisse and a cloak, it is confined round the waist by a band, and trimmed with a pelerine lappel of black velvet, and a small square pelerine, which descends in points over the large sleeves à la Faliero. Black velvet hat, the interior of the brim is trimmed with roses and ribbon; the crown is ornamented with black ostrich feathers.

EVENING DRESS.Gorge de Pigeon satin robe, a low corsage en demi cœur; short tight sleeves trimmed with knots of ribbon, and blond lace ruffles. The skirt is ornamented with a double flounce, disposed in dents de loup. Head-dress of hair à la Sevigne, ornamented with a string of pearls and gerbes of flowers.

REMARKS ON THE PREVAILING LONDON FASHIONS.

Winter, whose approaches last month were so gentle as to▾ be almost unfelt, has come upon us, in its severest form, all at once. It will easily be imagined that in promenade costume novelty is not thought of, but the furred shawl or mantelet is exchanged for the warm wadded mantle, to which a large fur pelerine is generally added. Wadded bonnets, which before were very much in vogue, are now almost the only ones adopted in promenade dress, and it must be confessed nothing could be better calculated for the season, particularly when they are worn, as is often the case, over a blond morning cap of the demi-cornette form. Wadded pelisses, worn over robes, and with a mantelet or shawl to correspond, are a good deal adopted in carriage dress. In some instances, where the pelisse is of satin, or gros de Tours, the mantelet or shawl is velvet, but the colour must always cor.