Sweet! believe me, wherever I wander, And thy form shall my fancy pourtray: J. W. DALBY. TO THE MEMORY OF A DEPARTED FRIEND. alone have plodded life's dull way, [doom; I love thee still, thou tenant of the tomb. I shed no silent tear of grief for thee, For useless 'tis to dwell upon the past; But still, amid life's joy or misery, [wast. I'll think what now thou art, what once thou THE TROUT. How happy and blithesome the life of the trout, Or the drag-net comes sweeping wide-mouthed on its prey, Or the treacherous hook bears him struggling away. -00 J. Arliss, Printer, London. J. M. G. "Ah little deemed he what thy heart, Gulnare, When soft could feel, and when incensed could dare." Lord Byron's Corsair. MADAME EVELINA R- was, when almost a child, united to a gentleman, in every respect (his years excepted) her equal. This union appeared calculated to produce much happiness; for the husband doated on his young bride, and the latter was all sweet For which I am indebted (with some necessary alterations and omissions, and a few trifling additions) to an ancient work, called " The Rogue, or, the Life of Guzman de Alfarache; "a deep and clever book, much praised by Ben Jonson, and others of his celebrated co-mates.it was translated from the Spanish of Matheo Aleman, (1633.)-J. W. D. No. 47 Y ness and complacency. But their mutual comfort was not destined to be of long duration. A companion of the Chevalier R. having made insulting proposals to the wife of his friend, which were rejected with becoming indignation, was so deeply stung by his merited repulse, that he revenged himself by meanly endeavouring to destroy the reputation of a woman whose virtue he had previously, but vainly, essayed to sully. The Chevalier having at length discovered the slanderer, a combat ensued; the innocent champion of his injured lady was the victim, and the assassin escaped by a precipitate flight the punishment he so richly merited. Evelina was now left a widow; young, fair, rich, and of a noble lineage, many an expectant eye was turned upon her scarcely ripened charms. But of all her suitors, the most favoured and the most perseve ring were the counts Antonio and Ferdinand. Having considered the difference of their deserts with as much care as affection would allow her to make use of, she gave the preference to Ferdinand. His rival, thus disappointed, was inspired with a desire of vengeance at once mean and deadly. He resolved to rise early the next morning; and having done so, concealed himself in a secluded spot near the residence of Evelina, till he perceived the betrothed lady's servants open the doors of the house. Having watched his opportunity, he stepped into the hall, and there waited till the crowded state of the streets seemed to warrant the success of his stratagem; and then feigning to come out of the lady's house, as if he had been there all night, he stood upon the threshold with his sword under his arm, pretending to be adjusting his ruffle, and buttoning up his doublet, Influenced by his assumed manner, several passers-by concluded that he was espoused to Evelina, and thus his unmanly end was answered. Antonio's dishonourable plot succeeded even better than he expected: the business was whispered of at first by a few, afterwards it spread itself by degrees; and, at length, he having once more enacted the same part, the indiscretion of Evelina became the table talk of the whole town. Every one wondered that she should forego her first chosen lover, and accept the |