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the hope of ever meeting him again was faint and I which she had last beheld him was open and every worse than vain--still it was sufficient to bind fast arrangement wore the lamentable appearance of a her expiring energies, causing her to remember recent occupancy—but alas! where was the preamidst even the dark desolation of that hour- siding Egeria of that tasteful retreat ? Insensibly

Adrian wandered over the grounds, and then through “ The gloomiest day bath gleams of light,

the gloomy halls of the mansion. The richly The darkest wave hath bright foam near it, And twinkles through the cloudiest night,

carved wood-work was burnt to a cinder in every Some solitary star to cheer it."

From the saloon he ascended to the cham

bers. A feeling of sickening woe chilled his heart The groans of the hapless, massacred Sciotes as he stood in Ino's apartment, and when his eye reached the ears of their countrymen, giving a new dwelt upon the countless crimson spots on the impulse to their struggle for liberty, and hurling floor, Adrian could gaze no longer, but flew wildly tenfold blows of vengeance on their hated fue. from that desolated scene, to roam he knew not When the terrible tidings reached the ear of Adrian where. It was with the greatest effort of self-comMarcova it bowed his gallant spirit to the very mand and prudence he forebore to hurl an avenging dust, almost crushing his heart with a paralyzing blow upon the few straggling Turks who crossed agony. He had, midst the battle's fiercest power, his pathway, but remembering he was there in purunshrinkingly faced the enemy, hand to hand he suit of Ino he stealthily wandered o'er that still had met him in the thickest danger, and when endeared spot for several days, in hopes of hearing swords were clashing o'er his head, and the loud something of her fate. At last he sought those cannon's peal rang in his ear, still he swerved secret glens and caves amongst the mountains,

In imagination, the genius of his dream ever determined to explore every pass ere he gave up stood beside him, cheering him with the music the pursuit. Evening found him wearied and sick of her voice, bidding him remember he fought for with disappointment, and sinking almost exhausted liberty and love, while his eye oft and anon rested on the green banks of a small stream to cool his on the cherished banner bound on his strong arm. parched thirst, he gave way to the agony of his But alas! how changed the scene of life! how soul. Soon the cautious approach of some one crushed his buoyant energies! No genius wooed aroused him, when his eye fell upon a singular him with her encouraging smile. Where was the being standing before him. She was one of those beauteous Ino? Perhaps mangled by the touch of hated, scorned, but unmolested wretches, knowo 10 the demon Turk, or more dreadful still,-her fair all as the circe of the mountains : a sorceress, well and delicate limbs were then bound by the degrading skilled in the preparation of all medical herbs and chains of some relentless captor. Each horrible familiar with the concoction of poisonous plants. picture, presented by fancy, harrowed his mind to " Ah ha!” said she in a shrill voice, “I see a the highest pitch of despair, and with a sickening Greek, not hunted too by yonder blood-hounds! heart, though faintly fluttering with hope, that she Thou must have a charmed life about thee, youlb, might with her father be amongst the number who to have thus escaped their insatiable gluttony for were said to have taken refuge in the mountains, Sciote gore. What and whom seekest thou in these where they were safely concealed from their pur- solitary mountains ?” suers, he prepared to revisit the ill-fated land of Adrian was for the moment chilled by her scoffing his youth and love. It was at the hush of even- manner and hesitated ere he replied. Like all who tide that the light form of one muffed in disguise, have ever yielded to despair he felt reckless about sprung from a small caique-himself the only oars- encountering further disappointment, but rememberman-and bounded up the rocky pathway leading ing that the knowledge and power of one of her face to the garden of Del Castro's once magnificent had often proved efficient, a sudden hope induced him dwelling. The silence of the grave rested on that 10 answer her question with respectful earnestness.

"all ruin'd and wild." The house was “Yonder once beautiful village was the home of still standing, though a part of it was crumbling my youth and manhood—I wooed and won one of and blackened with the smoke of the flambeaux. its loveliest maidens—I left her at my country's The bright polish of the court-yard was dimmed by call, and the bloody mantle which those savages in the terrible stains of the deadly strife, the fountain form of men have cast o'er the island now likewas still and the same spattered marks sullied the wise rests on her fate. I know not where lo seek purity of the glistening marble water nymph, while her, something assures me she is not among the the grass and flowers around were trodden down butchered—and yet my suspense can not brook the and withered. Ino's bower, strange to say, had thought of her being in dishonorable captivity. Oh! been untouched by the hand of destruction, for the if thou knowest aught of Ino Del Castro, in hea. foliage around it was as brightly green and bloom- ven's name tell me her fate and the eternal gratiing as ever. He entered, there hung her lute tude of Adrian Marcova will be thine." already strung as if it had just trembled to the “Know I ought of the most beautiful of Scio's touch of her fairy fingers. The casement from 'beauty? Did not Lamia, the circe, as her enemies

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call her, stalk with the power of ubiquity through * Fangh Greek! thy offers fall upon a senseless the

carnage of that awful night. Did these glar-ear, they pass as a light wind o'er my resolutions, ing eyes behold the terrible woe of those helpless above thine as well as all human aid. What she

for knowest thou, Marcova, Lamia the circe is far victims of ferocious treachery? Did not this strong will do for thee must be free as the waters of this hand snatch from each falling foe the deadly sabre, rippling stream. But think not her heart is dead that it might lay low another ? Did not her warn- 10 all kindness, though unkindness from others has ing voice point out places of safety here in these made her what she now is. Thou beholdest in her mountains to the flying, maddened Sciotes ? Yes, the victim of perjury and outraged love, who, in the all this did she see and do, and surely the groans glens, vowing vengeance against thy faithless sex ;

hour of remorse and despair, sought these secret and cries of Scio's fairest queen, Ino Del Castro, nay, 'a deep hatred to all of the human species. reached her ear too."

Ere that massacre of hellish origin took place in Lamia paused, and resting her long, bony hands Scio, nought delighted me so much as the work of upon her sturdy staff, looked strangely into the destruction and bloody deeds—no task was so pleaanxious and terror stricken face of Adrian, who sant as the decoction of deadly poisonous drugs, became almost frantic with impatience at her eva- hand. But that epoch of my transformed nature,

which oft were administered with my own avenging sive language.

those beastly and inhuman desires have passed "Say on, hag, and tell the worst of thy fearful away, and Lamia now wishes to die a woman, yet tale, but spare until then thy present look of fiendish it is only here, in these mountain wilds, will she exultation at the sight of my wretchedness."

breathe her last; here will she end her days. LisA feeling of kindly pity passed o'er her face as Turk, put on the tarbouch, trowsers and flowing

ten then to my counsel. Disguise thyself as a she, onmoved, replied :

kirile--the chibouk in thy mouth, savage ferocity “Scoff on Greek, call me fiend, hag or any thing in thine eye and journey to the Sultan's kingdom. else, it is what Lamia is used to, but the accents The slave markets are daily crowded with Greek of gratitude have sometimes been poured into her slaves of both sexes, where perchance thou mayest Alas! the day star of glory shines not on

either gain a sight of Ino Del Castro, or some fallen Greece now.

lidings of her fate. If not at first, be cautious in Noble and heroic blood no

thy enquiries of Stamboul, and if thou art prudent longer flows in the veins of her sons—anarchy, in so doing, I feel confident thou will be successful. homicide and parricide now stalk through her once I will now bie to yonder village to procure for thee flourishing habitations, for it is as often Greek to the hateful disguise and arrange thy further plans. Greek, as a resistance to oppressive tyranny. Had When I have fulfilled some of my various missions Scio's bosom been not so senseless, she would not in the hour of peril or danger. Dost thou accept

here, perchance I may follow on to stand by thee now lie weltering in her life's gore, her soil not so Lamia's counsel ?” rich with the marrowy fatness of human bones, nor “ Most gladly, and if a strict adherence to thy her sons and daughters wanderers and in captive directions, with the aid of a greater power, doch chains. But Lamia will do thy bidding. Ino Del ensure me success, Oh! Lamia what would not Castro saw the last struggle of her devoted father, this grateful heart sacrifice for thee !" her gentle hand smoothed his dank hair in the hour time Adrian Marcova was wending his way to the

Lamia complied with her promise. In a short of death, but a noble captor slood by, whose timely land of tyranny and slavery, habited as one of that aid averted the blow that would have sent her pure justly accursed race, and so closely disguised that spirit to Paradise. Stamboul, the Turk, Mah- not even the keenest penetration of the most susmoud's General, owns Scio's flower for his captive. picious Turk could cry him false. She suddenly disappeared, for I sought her midst

[To be continued.) that learful band in vain, ere they left for the Sultan's dominion. I have told thee, Adrian Marcova, all that these poor eyes saw and all I know, what further aid can Lamia render thee?"

HOPE. “ Thou art said to be skilled in the powers of divination, and can, unmolested, encounter yonder An echo from the - of

So. Ca. ruthless tyrants—assist me then in seeking and rescuing Ino-give me thy counsel what course to If I were called upon to name the emotion of pursue, and oh! Lamia, if aught from human hands the human mind, which is most efficient in its incan avail thee, Adrian Marcova’s will be ever ready fluence upon mankind, which suggests the grandest and true to assist thee. Wealth shall be thine, a enterprises, and which supports ander the most home will be given thee in a far off happier land, trying reverses, I am certain that I should only be and if unchecked happiness can follow a good deed, anticipating your own judgment in pronouncing Lamia will assuredly enjoy such."

Hope to be that feeling. A derisive smile passed o'er the features of the The earliest visions of childhood are tinged with sorceress as she listened to his earnest petition-it its golden hues, and the reveries of the boy and faded, giving place to one of conscious importance of the man are filled with the gorgeous palaces and and superiority.

regions of delight, which it can plan and build.

It animates the schoolboy at his tasks, it emboldens enjoying them was too fleeting: and as man was the soldier for the battle, it nerves the sailor against himself immortal, he longed for the certainty of the perils of the sea, it gives light and strength those immortal anticipations, which he hoped were

true. to the patriot who is contending for his country in

This certainty, the Scriptures which were writits darkest day. There was a time when it en- ten aforetime, give us. They dissipate the myscouraged a little band of men to leave the green teries of human life; they show that all our prosfields and hi in which their youth was spent, pects are not bounded by the grave, they open and the wives of their heart, and the children who through its narrow walls the gate of everlasting had grown up around them; and to venture out life, and they teach us how we may be empowered amidst untravelled regions of the deep. Hope led aforetime, were written for our learning, that we

to go in thereat.“ Whatsoever things were written them on, though the warnings of the wise, and the through patience and comfort of the Scriptures laugh and scoff of the witty, and the regrets and might have hope." lamentations of the loving, were ringing in their They speak to us first of patience. ears. Hope led them on, though the prejudices of their education, and the solemn dictates of

This patience exercised, they bring us comfort. science opposed their course. Though the mountain billows of the Atlantic rose up before them,

And thus we rest on solid ground of Hope. and the rude winds of heaven blew around them, and their frail bark trembled beneath the mighty all others fail, fadeless and pure, a hope that never

This is a blessed, a precious hope ; a hope when voices of the deep, yet Hope was at the helm, and deceives, but which rewards the expectant with they were guided by it until they rested from their greater bliss than that which he imagined. labors, doubts and fears, upon the borders of this In all things else Hope promises but to delude; new and noble continent.

it builds fairy palaces, but they vanish as we apThough less splendid results, than accompanied distant objects, only to disappoint us when we

proach them; it throws its enchantments around the struggles and success of Columbus, may attend its exercise; yet, in the every day affairs of life, grasp them; it surrounds a wished-for honor with Hope is not less active in supporting the weak, wealth, it paints a Paradise in the pleasures of the

a glorious halo, it exaggerates the enjoyments of encouraging the strong, and beckoning the prosper-earth—but when obtained, the honors descend upon ous to more extended and energetic efforts. It sits with the mother by the side of cradled wealth can only be displayed to mock the bitter

an old and aching brow, and the pleasures and the infancy, winds the wreath of laurel around its little brow, and teaches her to love not only that which ness of heart which can not enjoy them, and ag.

gravate the wretchedness of a condition which was is, but that which will be ; when weakness puts on

already miserable. strength and walks, when knowledge has brought its treasures, and when wealth and fame and has been the language of more than one unsuccess

“ Vain pomp and glory of the world I hate you," honor shall attend his steps. It goes with the stu- ful aspirant for earthly honors : and in such an hour, dent to his books; it stands by the side of the man all that the services of a long life had obtained, of business in his daily toils; it mounts with the would be given for the humblest title to that hope statesman up the steeps of office: it lies down with which maketh not ashamed. the rich upon the bed of anguish; it walks with

This hope is an anchor to the soul in every the strong upon the path of vigor : there are none period of life : the more violent the gales we enso low as to be without its companionship, there counter, the stronger is its hold, and in the final are none so high as not to need its help. As an shipwreck of the human spirit, its greatest power old poet has described it :

and tenacity is displayed. “Sweet Hope *

To change the figure and to conclude: * by thee

A worldly man who is growing old is like a pil. We are not where, or what we be, But what or where we would be: thus art thou

grim who has long been struggling up the steep

sides of some lofty mountain, but whose strength Our absent presence, and our suivre now."

at last has failed him, and who is beginoing to deAnd finally, it leaves no man until he come to those scend. His prospects once were boundless, but

now they are becoming narrower with every down“Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace

ward step; village after village is hidden from his And rest can never dwell, where hope

eye, field after field disappears from before him, Which comes to all, can never come.”

until at last he sees nothing but the green hillock

beneath his trembling feel, which is soon to be Our holy religion shows itself to have come from hollowed out for his gloomy and narrow grave. the God of our nature and our mind, by the provi- The Christian also is a pilgrim, and the mogosion it makes for the employment of this noble tain side is steep, which he is endeavoring to asfaculty; and as eternity is greater than time, so cend, and he is weary and worn with his upward are the objects of Hope which it proposes greater toil.

But he has no earthly nor desponding than any which can be aspired 10 on earth. The thoughts. He has no cares por anxieties to drag objects of anticipation, held out by this world, were him down. His treasures are in heaven, and not enough for the encouragement of mankind. thitherwards he constantly aspires. He commits The wealth, honor and power, which it could give, his way unto the Lord-his body is buried on the were too limited in their value and duration ; they mountain top, and angels bear his soul to heaven. failed too soon themselves, or the human power of

F. P. L.

Ada, thus referred to, was only thirteen; her THE CICISBEO,

soft, black hair curled in long glossy ringlets over

an alabaster neck, and almost swept the ground. OR CUSTOMS OF SICILY.

She was for her age very slight and delicate, but active as an antelope, she bounded over her father's

lawns and made the tall cypress groves merry with BY LIEUT. WM. D. PORTER, U. S. N.

her laugh. Her eyes were blue, resembling the

soft heavens overhanging hier native land, her brow CHAPTER I.

was fair and pencilled by eyebrows of raven hue ;

in her manner, she was peculiarly soft and volupThe following events and scenes occurred on the tuous, showing at the age of thirteen, all the SiciIsland of Sicily, partly in the city of Messina. lian. Gerald, her cousin and playmate, was about Turning into the Straits of Messina, avoiding to leave home to join the army as a page. In all Scylla and Chyribdis, sailing along the coast of he was a Sicilian. Calabria, you pass a little fort seated like a gull on

The two youths left the garden together and were a projecting point, termed a “mole ;" you enter soon with the Count, who gave Gerald his final the quiet harbor of Messina and land in front of a instructions previous to his departure and turned line of beautiful public edifices, before which, ex- to the window again to amuse himself by throwing tending along the water, is a walk neatly paved sugar plums at the passing masquers. with square limestone. Passing through arches After Gerald left the garden, Ada songht a facovering the streets, you enter a wide, well paved vorile retreat at the foot of a large cypress. street, on either side of which the stately palaces Thoughts of love, far above her years, passed of the nobility meet your gaze. At the head of through her mind. She had not long remained in this street, near a turn of the Bay, or arm of the this secluded spot before Gerald again stole from Straits, stands the stately palace of one of Mes- the hall and sought the same retreat. sina's haughtiest nobles, the Count de Cheveta.

“Ada,” he whispered, " where are you?" Ostentatious, haughty and reserved, the Count sel- “Here, Gerald, at the foot of the cypress," dom appears in public, but as a member of the was the reply, in a voice so musical and mild, that Council

. His palace, or palazza, as it is gene- it might have been mistaken for the soft voice of rally termed, is situated in the most romantic and the nightingale. secluded portion of the city of Messina : the veran- Gerald seated himself by her and placed one dah overhangs the clear, quiet arm of the Bay; the arm around the delicate waist of Ada, who uncongardens extend along the shore of the Straits ; on sciously placed her hand in his, leaning her head one side you have a view of the coast of Calabria, upon his shoulder, and turning her soft blue eyes on the other Mount Ætna appears almost to over- up in his face. A gentle sigh escaped her, the hang the cypress trees and myrtle bowers which first sigh of love. beautify and grace his property.

“Gerald, what detained you so long? I had It was the last of the carnival, and one of those almost determined to return to the Casa and join soft evenings so peculiar to Sicily ;—the Count and in throwing sugar plums." his friends were, as usual on occasions of this kind,

“ Ada,” replied Gerald,“ Uncle detained me to gathered at the front windows of his palace, pelt- receive his benediction and advice, previous to my ing the masquers with sugar plums, which were leaving Sicily, I am afraid, Ada, for a long time.” returned with great spirit, and sometimes with in- A tear stole down the cheek of Ada at this anterest. The gardens of the Count were illumi- nouncement, which was kissed off by Gerald. nated with various colored lights, throwing among “Gerald, do not forget the little song I taught the arbors and shrubbery a soft and mellow radi- you, and do not teach it to any one, for if you do, ance; the moon also lent her silvery rays, giving a cousin, I wont love you." still softer effect to the quiet of the garden. In “ No, Ada, I promise you I will not, nor will I this garden, two children were playing at hide and again sing it until we meet." seek, their joyous laugh rang among the bowers as The children arose and tripped, laughing and each detected the other's hiding place. While en- singing, back to the palace. gaged in this childish sport, another joined them. He was the brother of one and the cousin of the

CHAPTER II. other. The last of these children was a boy not above sixteen, yet he walked with the steady step The last night of the carnival was succeeded by of manhood, and o'er his brow was already sealed a day of solemnity. The churches were crowded the sedateness of mature age. "Gerald,” remarked by the nobility of Sicily, who, to all appearance, Constantine De Cheveta, “ the Count, my father, were as penitent, as the day before, they were requires your presence in the hall; leave off this joyous. The Count De Cheveta and family prochildish buffoonery with Ada and come with me."'ceeded to the church of St. Paul's to offer op

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prayers to their patron saint for the safety of their more graceful appearance; the eye had gained a only son, and Gerald, their favorite nephew. Ada deeper blue and her whole manners were soft, lurely and Gerald kneeled in front of the Virgin, their and love-infusing. The Count and Countess were hands clasped in each other's, and their young anxions that Ada should unite her affections to hearts poured forth in silence a prayer for the wel- those of some rich and influential noble. Assofare, safety and prosperity of each other.

ciating with the best Sicilian society, since her reThe family returned to the palace of the Count, turn from the convent, had to all appearance cradiwhere a slight breakfast of chocolate and toast cated from her mind the remembrance of Gerald. was already waiting. The hearts of Gerald and She was the gayest of the gay, and her musical Ada were too full 10 partake even of this slight laugh and soft, sweet voice enraptured all who bemeal. Too young to conceal their thoughts and came acquainted with her. feelings, or even to be aware of the extent of their About this time, or a little previous to it, a young affections, they gave free vent to their sorrow on English merchant settled in the city of Messina. parting

He was of a sedate turn of miod, and presented Constantine and Gerald embarked on board a credentials that at once admitted him into the very light Xebec, which loosing her wide white sails to best society of Messina. He saw and soon became a gentle breeze, gracefully swept around the point enraptured and in love with Ada, who appeared not which forms the harbor of Messina, and was soon averse to his addresses. He continued his attengliding through the straits, her sails swelling and tions, and in a very short time her hand was partly hull bending to the increasing breeze. Constan- promised him by her parents. During this time, tine was on deck gazing with boyish wonder and her brother arrived in the city; he had grown to surprise upon the snow-capt mountains of Cala- manhood and looked upon all foreigners with disbria, until his spirits became as buoyant as the trust; he was averse to the alliance and reminded light bark that bore them o'er the bounding waves. Ada of her youthful affection for Gerald, which Gerald, on the contrary, had thrown himself upon often drew forth a sigh from her, but the ties of the deck and watched the gradual disappearance consanguinity prevented any matrimonial engageof Messina, in the distance, nor did he move from ment taking place between them. his position until the dome of St. Paul's sank be- Ada did not love Gerald less for her attachment neath the horizon; then rising, he slowly walked to Mr. Johnston, but the wealth of the Englishto the prow of the vessel and appeared to watch man, and her parents' wishes determined her to the sparkling foam as it danced in the beams of give her hand to this foreigner. Mr. Johnston the golden sun, while in fact he thought only of was rich, young, handsome and accomplished, -40 Ada.

none of which could any lady have a very serious On the departure of her brother and cousin, Ada objection, much less Ada, the daughter of a Sicirushed to her room, which overlooked the harbor, lian Count, whose furtunes had long been on the and gave full vent to her sorrow in a flood of tears. decline. The ation from Gerald was the more distress- Frank Weston, a friend of Johnston, arrived in ing to Ada in consequence of his being her confi- Messina the evening previous to the final arrangedant and playmate. She was the only daughter of ments between the parents of Ada and Mr. Johnthe Count and Countess, who were loth to send ston. Frank was about thirty-five, slightly made her early to a convent, the usual school for young and rather hard featured; he could not exactly be Sicilian girls; but now that the two boys had left, termed a rake, but was one of those truly flippant and having no one to confide in, she proposed 10 beings whom we meet every day in good society,herself the necessity of finishing her studies. For one of those butterflies always fluttering around this purpose the convent of St. Urmola was select- and among the ladies, laughing and making wity ed. It was necessary that lent should expire pre- remarks without meaning them,--whose constant vious to her departure, and in the interim the boast is, that they are not susceptible of love, vet Countess was preparing Ada for the separation. are deep in its mysteries,—who are always using

The moment at length arrived when she was to the worn out adage of “ Ladies' hearts are trifes be placed under the care of the Lady Abbess of light as air,” only to be played with, not owned; St. Urinola, who, on the admission of her pupil, and yet are deeply engaged in winning the trifes, received the usual fee, and promised to attend ever near it, yet never gaining the object. Wesstrictly to her religious and mental education. ton was in fact a cosmopolite, in the strict sense

of the word; he had travelled over nearly every CHAPTER II.

portion of Europe, like an old trunk, collecting

dust without becoming polished. By some corious Several years had passed since the transpiration and singular incident in Johnston's early life, he of the events mentioned in the last chapter, and became acquainted with Frank Weston, and though Ada De Cheveta had bloomed into full womanhood; their characters were entirely dissimilar, they beher figure was still slight, but began 10 assuine a'came sincere friends.

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