fire that darted in his eyes, making that paleness more terrible, too plainly evinced the excess of misery that the baleful scene before him had planted in his faithful heart. Had the griping fangs of a scorpion been planted there, he would have felt less pain. Stunned with the loss of his promised felicity, he remained fixedly gazing

at her for some minutes.

The noise of his entrance startled her, and beginning to recover, she raised herself up, and opening her beautiful expressive eyes, encountered the form of him she loved, though so much altered with the emotion he felt, as scarcely to be recognized; for Glenholme indeed possessed

a form

Of majesty with youthful beauty grac'd.

He was the soldier's idol; such a spirit

Beam'd from his eyes, his presence, like the sun,

Gladden'd beholders hearts.

Cumberland.

The first glance of his well known coun

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tenance,

tenance, acted as a restorative, and springing from Lord Conrade, she rushed into his arms. The impetuosity of her feelings, that made her thus forgetful of her indisposition, fly to his embrace, was frightfully contrasted by the behaviour of Glenholme. He shrunk from her, and when, with innocent joy and sweetness beaming in her beauteous face, she began speaking to him with all the eagerness of delight, that an affectionate heart feels at beholding a long absent. friend, (unheeding his repulsive air) he flung her from him with such violence and rage, that her fragile frame could not sustain the shock, and before Lord Conrade could assist her, she fell to the ground, her forehead striking against the sharp edge of a chair, received an alarming blow, which grazed the skin and swelled up immediately.

The terror and astonishment she suffered at such treatment, prevented her losing her senses a second time: yet would it have

been

been the height of happiness, if she had, as she might have escaped the bitter reproaches of Montague, whose eyes rolled wildly, and his brow was so knit with frowns, that she bore the appearance of a maniac, while he gazed at her and Lord Conrade, who with humane attention and forbearance, was doing all in his power to

relieve her.

Amelrosa endeavored to prevent his assiduities, plainly perceiving that Glenholme was jealous of his lordship; and reflecting on his being there, and having discovered where she was, wonder and dismay took possession of her faculties. However, again summoning her resolution, notwithstanding the furious rebuff she had received, she requested him in a trembling voice to hear her.

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No, never will I listen to you again, false perjured girl," Montague replied, with the utmost agitation. "Do not flatter

yourself, you shall make an easy dupe of me a second time. Had not these eyes witnessed your perfidy, I could not have believed it. After an injury so deep, and such a cruel return for my fidelity and sufferings for your sake, we are separated for ever, and reconciliation impossible."

Here he paused, almost suffocated with grief; then suddenly advancing to her, exclaimed, "Though you have been my destruction, may you be happy. Forgive the consequence of my rage, as the sight of my hopes blasted, was too much for my wounded mind, and for the moment subdued my reason. By this parting kiss, (snatching one before she was aware) I tear you from my heart." Emotions the most vehement and involuntary, prevented his articulating any more: he took out his handkerchief, held it some time to his eyes, then recovering himself, and darting a haughty glare of defiance at Lord Conrade, fiercely said, "For you, my Lord, I shall

find an opportunity of resenting your treacherous alienation of that unhappy girl's affections ;" and without attending to his lordship's attempts to exculpate himself and Amelrosa, he rushed from them in an agonized transport of sorrow.

In speechless amazement, exhausted with terror and poignant grief, Amelrosa remained several minutes, till her recollection returned; then clasping her white hands, and raising her melting eyes to heaven, faintly murmured-" Now is the measure of my woes completed. Fate has not another misery in store for me: of every comfort at this dread hour bereft. But what do I say, sure these senses are bewildered, or I could not forget, there is one misfortune that may happen to overwhelm me with greater anguish than I have yet sustained.

“Oh, my Lord!" she exclaimed, falling on her knees to Lord Conrade.