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The count Gheranzi assisted at the last Would Agatha herself accept a portionobsequies of the marquis, with great ap- less yet not degraded noble? The qnesparent grief for his friend and sympathy tion almost unmanned him.-" To lose in the feelings of his successor; and from her!-but no, I cannot, will not resign his lips, after the mournful ceremonies her! From her own lips will I learn my were concluded, Vincentio received the fate-and if she reject me- The only consolation which his heart could thought was too painful. With a despethen admit-an assurance, that after such ration of purpose, in which the impetuoreasonable delay as reverence for the de. sity of his temperament was but too apparted claimed from affection and duty, parent, he sought the villa Gheranzi. the nuptials should be solemnized. The sun was just setting as he entered
“Itremble at delay!" said the mourner. by a private gate, that led to the gardens;
“ You need not,” replied the count: and sunset in that delicious climate is a “ I swear to you, by the soul of your la- scene of splendid beauty. The ricblymented sire, that Agatha shall be yours.” blending hues of leaf and flower were
A few days only had, however, elapsed now bathed in a flood of light, as resplenwhen a marked change was seen in the dent as fleeting. Tint after tint, gradually deportment of the count, who now seemed receding in brilliancy, yet not less beautito shun the young marquis as sedulously ful in the softer glow reflected from that as he had before sought him. Dark whis- crimsoned west which the sun had now pers were abroad, that the late marquis, forsaken, faded into shadow, unbroken from extravagance and a propensity to save by the vivid fire-fly, that seemed to gaming, indulged in secret at Venice and triumph in the swift falling gloom which other places, was a ruined man; and each veils the repose of nature: and oh, how succeeding day served but to strengthen lovely is that repose !-Agitated as was affirmations which none ventured to deny. the soul of Vincentio, the voice of pasVincentio awaking from a dreain of grief, sion yielded insensibly to the silent yet not found himself suddenly abandoned by less powerful influence of that sweet hour those whom he had deemed his friends; of stillness and serenity. while a host of creditors were loudly cla- “Alas !” he exclaimed, “ what is the inouring for the discharge of obligations, splendour of courts or palaces to the the existence of which he had believed flowery enamelling of nature-the blue impossible. Alas! the dying agonies of o'er-arching canopy of heaven !- In a his father were now explained. He knew spot like this,” A light step interrupted too well the ruinous consequences of his his meditations ;- it was Agatha herself. infatuated career not to reflect on the ap- “ Vincentio here?” she exclaimed. proaching misery of a beloved son with Aye!” cried he, seizing her hand the bitterest remorse. He felt too late how with a melancholy earnestness-“I am fatal had been a rivalry, never acknow. Vincentio still-art thou still Agatha ?” ledged but always existing, between the “ I am,” replied the maiden firmly. houses of Petroni and. Gheranzi; and He sank on his knee, and pressed her how unavailing had been his endeavours band to his lips. “Forgive me, Agatha, to rear the tottering fabric of his fortunes if I doubted thee for a moment. by the desperate expedient of gaming, wretched bewildered outcast. Alas! it till, drawn into a vortex from which he may be that you are yet a stranger to my vainly endeavoured to escape, he at last utter destitution and misery !” owed his ruin to the very means by which The tears of Agatha fell fast on his he had hoped to avert it. These unwel- burning cheek. “ That misery, Vincome truths were but too soon revealed centio, could alone excuse this unmanly to the heart-stricken Vincentio. Far, burst of passion.-I know much-perhowever, from brooding over evils that haps not all; tell me the worst.' were irremediable, he roused at once the “ I am ruined, Agatha! and by whom? latent energies of his nature to grapple-my fond, misguided father! I inight with the calamity, and extract from the indeed”-and his eyes flashed fire as he bitter draught presented to him a salutary spoke-" I might yet whistle off these balsam, if such might be, to aid and gasping creditors, and laugh their claims to strengthen him in the hour of trial. The scorn: they cannot compel-Away, away, amount of claims he found would leave unworthy thought!-shall I outrage the him in possession of a fortune too limited memory of my departed sire, and, to upto uphold the dignity of his house, yet hold my own name, abandon his to scorn still sufficing in some distant spot to yield and contumely? No, Agatha ! not even all that love could desire. Would the for thee, all angel as thou art, could I count under such circumstances hold his blast the honour of my dead father.” promise sacred ? Alas! his conduct “ Vincentio ! my own, noble Vincenseemed hut too evident of his purpose. tio! dearer to me in this lone hour than
I am a
in thy zenith of fame and fortune! what- The count seemed confused, but the ever be thy fate, Agatha is still thine ! swift-spreading shadow aided him as he By yon blue heaven I swear never to wed proceeded : “ I am not to learn that there another ?"
are claims on the Petroni property which “My angelic Agatha !"
would absorb perhaps the whole; nor am Nay, nay, my friend, I but renew a I to be informed that it is at your option vow yielded under happier auspices. My to admit or reject them. Shake off these faith was given to thee alone;-art thou incumbrances.” not still Vincentio!--Let all things change And shall I do so, count?”' exclaimed but woman's love !-be mine like yon Vincentio, his eyes lightening with indig. glorious star, that shines more brightly as nation and scorn;. " and would you take the light of day recedes!”
to your arms a son who had renounced “ Is this well done, young man?" the duty, the reverence, the affection of a said the count breaking hastily on their child ; one whom the finger of scorn conference ; is it well done to intrude would pursite as a renegade from all that on the privacy of my daughter?-have man holds sacred or woman glorious ?the doors of my house been closed against Would you give your daughter, and such you, that you thus seek entrance by un- a daughter, to one whose wealth was puraccustomed paths ?"
chased by infamy, whom the never-dying “Your pardon, count!” replied Vin- voice of an outraged parent would haunt centio somewhat proudly : “ if to avoid in his halls of pride, aye, even in the arms the casual encounter of menials, wbo of love?-Oh Agatha ! why am I commight look with scorn on my altered for- pelled to this ?” tunes, need grace or pardon. I knew not “ It is enough," said the count; that I should be so blest as to meet my contract is dissolved." Agatha here."
“ Dissolved ?” repeated Vincentio, in Well, well!” cried the count abrupt- a voice of thunder; “ then is there no ly,“ be your motives as they might, it is faith in man!" now time we should understand each “ Remember!" exclaimed Agatha other.”
faintly. Vincentio shuddered, but spoke not. “I do remember,"continued her lover,
The count continued, with some em- “That unhallowed night, when, over the barrassment:-"You must be quite aware grave of him whose memory is dishothat our projected alliance is now at noured even by this parley, you, count, an end."
swore to give me your daughter-Nay, My father;" cried Agatha faintly. nay, hear me out I was then rich-It " At an end ?" repeated Vincentio. matters not for words I was esteemed so
" The count does but jest with you," -I was the honoured, the illustrious, the exclaimed the countess, coming forward. almost deified marquis Petroni. What am
“ My lady countess, we looked not for I now? a suppliant-an outcast!” your presence,” cried the count peevish- “ You are too warm. ly; " and for jesting, it were ill-timed on “ It may be so; yet have I not cause ? this occasion. I speak with strong regret, -What reservation was there?-nonebut from a sense of duty which inust not by yon bright heaven I swear it!—To be controlled. When I promised my me, rich, or poor, was Agatha affianced, daughter to you in marriage, marquis, I and at your hands, in the face of heaven, pledged her to one of nobility illustrious I now claim her." as my own, and of wealth equal, if not A dead pause succeeded, which the superior. Prove to me that you are still countess was the first to break. the same, and Agatha is yours.”
• Is this true, Gheranzi ?” “ This is but mockery,” cried Vincen- “I have been absolved from my
oath,” tio ; you know too well, count, the ruin the count slowly murmured; “ the holy that impends over the house of Petroni : fatheryet promises, my lord, are, or should be, " Name it not!” cried the countess sacred.”
passionately: “ there is no power, save “ The honour of our house demands His in whose presence we now stand, that it," interrupted the counters.
could absolve a free-will vow: and, oh “ Peace, peace, my lady!” cried the Gheranzi!" continued his noble partner, count; “ you are too hot. What promise more calmly, but with not less fervour have I broken?-all engagements of this “can you desire it? If calamity hath nature are conditional; and on one con- overwhelmed the fortunes of Petroni dition I am yet willing to fulfil mine." Petroni himself is still unsullied, and th
“ And what condition is there,” ex- house of Gheranzi, by adopting him claimed Vincentio," that count Gleranzi its own, will gain a treasure far greate can ask and I deny?"
than he has lost:--our wealth is ample.'
“* And shall I bestow it on a beggar?" Vincentio, on the recovery of his mistress,
"Oh shame, shame!" exclaimed the had suddenly quitted Mantua, and was not countess : hear not, Vincentio, our de- yet returned. The count, re-assured by gradation; hear not the wretched man, his absence, had urged the addresses of who for the vile dross of earth would bar- Castel-Monti on Agatha with an earnestter even heaven.-Agatha, listen to a ness, which, in her enfeebled state of mother"
mind and body, the memory of her oath Say rather to a father," interrupted could alone have enabled her to resist. the count,“ since a mother so far forgets “ These continued refusals," said he, her duty.-Agatha, my curse, a father's one day when the prince, again repulsed, deadly curse, be on you-no knees to had left the palace with some indication
of resentment; “these repeated refusals, “Forbear, Gheranzi!” cried the coun- 'my child, are unkind and undutiful. Petess wildly, " for the love of heaven, for- troni, it is clear, has wisely and justly bear! Behold me, thy wife, the daughter abandoned his pretensions, and you are of a princely house; behold thy weeping now therefore free.” A faint shriek from child, and him whom thy unhallowed Agatha interrupted his counsels-Vincenwords have stricken to the soul; behold tio stood before them.. us at thy feet, and breathe thy horrid im- For some time no one found utterance precations if thou canst!”
for feelings which were bitter enough in “If I can!” cried the infuriated count. all. May, then, the curse of heaven" “ I stand before you, count,” at length
No, no, Gheranzi! it will but recoil Vincentio said,“ poor, but stainless. I on your own head.-Oh, for the sake of durst not risk temptation, even for Agatha. her whom thy passion will destroy"-for My father's mancs are appeased-his Agatha now lay fainting at his feet—" for debts are no more!” his sake whose noble forbearance in this “ And the wealth of Petroni is also no hour of trial inight shame thy unboly more?” wrath-how? speak you not?--are all “ It is nearly so, count.” my adjurations vain ?-Nay, go not, “ You know my determination-ask Gheranzi!- if we part thus, we part for me not to repeat it." ever.'
“ Will nothing then change it ? has the “ Then be it so!" exclaimed the count. past spoken in vain ?"
The countess looked wildly at him for “We thought you had relinquished this a moment, pressed her hands on her fore- fruitless passion,” cried the count, evadhead, and fell to the earth insensible. ing the question ; " and the prince of They hastened to raise her-alas! in vain. Castel-Monti" In the violence of her emotion, the very “ How, Agatha! have you too, forstrings of life had loosened ; a vessel bad gotten your vow ?” burst on the brain, and the noble, the A vow, Agatha !—what folly is generous countess was a corpse.
this?” exclaimed the count. The events of some succeeding weeks “ Vincentio !” cried the maiden, “I must be passed lightly over. The count have sworn to you, I swear to you again, was for a time inconsolable, and the emo- in the presence of my only parent, never tions of Agatha were such as to endanger to wed another. Oh, my father! you her life; during this period, the agony must, you will forgive your poor Agatha, of Vincentio was almost beyond en- for her sake who is now no more, and in durance. The remains of the countess whose blessed pame I also vow never to were borne to the family tomb with wed even my own, my best-beloved Vinprincely pomp and magnificence, which centio, till your consent shall hallow our seemed intended as a feeble atonement to union!" the dead for injustice to the living. Vain “ You have been unwise in this,' cried as is that last subterfuge of intruding con- the count. science it contributed to lull the remorse Agatha !” exclaimed
Vincentio, of the count, whose ruling avarice once though by this vow you have perhaps more arose, as the better feelings of his blighted my hopes for ever, I honour, I nature grew less vivid, and rendered him revere, the feeling from which it springs; as averse as before from the fulfilment of and oh, if it be possible, I love thee more his engagements. The fading cheek, the dearly than ever! Say not, count, that dim eye, and the pleading looks of Agatha, we must part. Can I, ought I, to relinhad less power over his will than the re- quish that hope which, come weal or woe, viving desire of an alliance with the shall-shine my beacon, my guiding-star prince of Castel·Monti, whom the know- through all!” ledge of the altered fortunes of Petroni had " I will not be urged,” replied the emboldened to renew his pretensions. count, in great embarrassment; “Ict me
know the present state of your fortunes . Joyous o'er mountains, rivers, lawns, and if there be any chance of a retrieval, I
'Midst hills and dales, through heads, bearts and may yet be prevailed op to comply; but
minds, the honour of my house forbids me to Making all mirthful; doubly bright, appears bestow my child on one, whose title is his The gladden'd landscape. only possession. In a week we will talk
So, through the gloom of this again."
Of long liv'd sorrow, breaks a ray of hope, At the expiration of a week, Vincentio Chasing grief's melancholy; so, pleasure's picagain appeared, but with a gloomy ear
(Long lost ainid woe's dusky glimmering,) nestness in his manner, wholly different Is, by its splendour, brought once from his usual frank and unreserved de
And lengthen'd out in all its sweet perspective, “ I find," said he, speaking with great
Where distant prospects bless the longing
eye, agitation, “ that there are certain sums With beauties countless. owing to my late father, which time and
R. JARMAN. perseverance may yet recover.”
" It is well,” said the count; “ you talk now like a just and honourable man." -Vincentio started.-" I will not deal THE FALLS OF, THE NIAGARA. harshly with you," continued the count:
you are both young ; much is due to the memory of our lateregretted countess; From the Honble. Frederick De Roos's and a year's delay will not be too much. Travels in the United States and Canada, If, therefore, on the festival of St. Mi- we gather the following account of his chael in the ensuing year you prove to me visit to these stupendous falls :that you are in possession of funds suffi- Never shall I forget the intense anxiety cient to uphold your dignity, Agatha shall with which I expected the sight of Niabe yours. If, on the contrary, your ef- gara, and still less the awful moment, forts are unsuccessful, you shall on that when, I first beheld the mighty Cataract day renounce your pretensions, and, mark expanded before me. me! release her from the further obser- To enjoy this moment I had made yance of her rash and foolish vow." great sacrifices and encountered some
“ Your conditions are hard, I had al- difficulties; I had not only protracted my most said unjust,” exclaimed Vincentio. absence from home, towards which I was
They are at least unchangeable,” re- free to return, but had increased any seplied the count drily : you know the paration from it by a distance of more oath that Agatha has sworn to me, and than twelve hundred miles. you know also the only terms on which Ample, however, was my reward. I my consent shall ever be yielded to your had in the course of my life beheld some union."
of the most celebrated sights of nature; “You leave me, then, no choice," Etna and Vesuvius ; -The Andes, almost cried Vincentio mournfully: “ but may at their greatest elevation-Cape Horn, I not see Agatha ere I depart??'
rugged andbleak, buffeted by the southern " For what purpose ?”
tempest; 'and, though last not least, the “Alas, I know not !--Oh, count, you long swell of the Pacific ; but nothing I little know what you have this day coun- had ever seen or imagined, could compare selled-Heaven grant that the issue may in grandeur with the falls of Niagara. never recoil upon you."
My first sensation was that of exquisite He sighed and departed.
delight at having before me the greatest (To be Continued.)
wonder, in my opinion, of the world. Strange as it may appear, this feeling was immediately succeeded by an irresistible
melancholy. Had this not continued, it LINES WRITTEN ON might perhaps have been attributed to the A FINE DAY IN WINTER.
satiety incident to the complete gratifica
tion of “ hope long deferred ;' but so For the Olio.
far from diminishing, the more I gazed
the stronger and deeper the feeling beHow doubly splendid is a sun-gilt day,
came. Yet this scene of sadness was 'Mid the dark gloom of winter! when the strangely mingled with a kind of intoxiSeem lost to Nature's smile; and discontent
cating fascination. Whether the phenoFrowns in displeasure from his drear abode, menon is peculiar to Niagara, I know And frights each joy from life.—Then, the not, but certainly it has been generally
light, Breaking her prison walls of fog and mist,
observed, that the spirits are affected and Cheers up the dull creation; then, rude mirth, depressed in a singular manner by the And romping gaiety, go hand in band,
magic influence of this stupendous Fall.
About five miles above the Cataract, I came to the cottage of the guide, near the river expands to the dimensions of a which is a circular kind of corkscrew ladlake, after which it gradually narrows. der, constructed round a mast, to enable The Rapids commence at the upper ex: travellers to descend to a path which tremity of Goat Island, which is half a winds along the upper part of the debris, mile in length, and divides the river at the formed by the occasional crumbling of point of precipitation into two unequal the precipice. By means of this path parts; the larger is distinguished by the you gain the lower part of the Cataract, several names of the Horseshoe, Crescent, and bave a fine view upwards. and British Fall, from its semicircular The falls when viewed from above, form and contiguity to the Canadian shore. may be compared to a volume of steam The smaller is named the American Fall. rising from some monstrous cauldron. A portion of this Fall is divided by a In the evening I again visited the Catarock from Goat Island, and though here ract, to behold it by moonlight, taking insignificant in appearance, would rank my seat on a projecting rock, at a little high among European cascades.
distance from the brink of the Fall, I The height of the British Fall is one gazed till my senses were almost abhundred and seventy-five feet, and its sorbed in contemplation. breadth in onc unbroken cascade, is seven Although the shades of night increased hundred yards. The extremity of Goat the sublimity of the prospect, and Island, which separates the Cataracts, is “ Deepened the murmur of the falling flood," three hundred and twenty yards in' the moon in placid beauty shed her soft breadth ; the American Fall extends be- influence upon the mind, and mitigated yond that, three hundred and seventy the horrors of the scene. The thunders yards broad and one hundred and sixty which bellowed from the abyss, and the feet in height, making a total breadth of loveliness of the falling element, which nearly fourteen hundred yards. I must not omit to mention, that though the
bed glittered like molten silver in the moonof the river sinks to so great a depth, the light, seemed to complete in absolute level of the circumjacent land continues perfection the rare union of the beautiful
with the sublime. the same below as above the Falls.
Ou the Canadian side, are situated two inns, and some few cottages are scattered
THE OLD SOLDIER. at intervals over the country, which, in point of cultivation, resembles a garden.
(A Street Circular.) On the American shore, a liitle above the Fall, is built the manufacturing village of
* Thy Memory for a term, may be thy
Monument.' Manchester. Here are to be found excellent hotels, one of which is kept by a The Old Soldier, muscular and tall, General of Militia, who served with dis- Sells laces through the street; tinction in the last war.
Or stands against a quiet wall,
His customers to greet. The quantity of water which passes the Cataract is thus computed by an American His forehead like a ridge is plough'd traveller. The river at the ferry, below That many a harvest gave;the Falls, is seven furlongs wide, and, on
poor stone blind !”-in accents loud,
He cries relief to crave. an average, twenty-five feet deep. The current runs about six miles an hour; In jacket blue, and waistcoat red, but supposing it to be only five miles, the A cudgel in his fist,
He looks like one to warfare bred, quantity which passes the Falls in an
Without the welfare list; hour, is more than eighty-five millions of tuns avoirdupois: if we suppose it to be As an old horse that starts when sounds six, it will be more than 102 millions ;
The horn along the field;
He startles at the drum-beat's rounds and in a day would exceed 2400 millions
And marks time with his heels. of tuns.
My object being to approach as close He holds a rimless hat before, to the Cataract as possible; I descended
Which takes his daily pay,
Sometimes he scarce can count it o'er, a bank by a steep winding path to the
It is so small each day. narrow marshy slip which forms the immediate margin of the river ; along this I His wife conducts his footsteps right,
With infant in her arms; advanced about one hundred yards, till I
He feels its beauty by the light, arrived at the very verge of precipitation. And glories in its charms; A person may at this point, place himself within an inch of the Cataract, and dip That infant strokes his hiud hair white, his hand into the water. Proceeding a
And fondles on his face;
Unconscious that the parent sight, Jittle farther in the direction of the stream, Is absent from its place.