"Roselle! Roselle !" he shouted, "would you leave me?"

A loud scream escaped her, and quickly turning, she beheld her lover springing from crag to crag with dangerous rapidity, and violently waving his sword, which gleamed brightly in the rising sun. "Merciful Heavens, how is this?" she exclaimed.

"Lady," answered Clifford, who now perceived that speed or force alone could secure his prize; "I cannot pause to answer questions, you must come with me," and seizing her in his arms, he attempted to bear her into the boat. Again her screams were echoed, and she struggled so violently, that, forced to relinquish her, lest the fragile board on which they stood should give way, he snatched the sword which Richard had drawn.

"Since you will have it so, your lover dies," and he rushed to meet Selworth, who panting with rage and ire, yet exhausted by the rapidity of his descent, could scarce summon sufficient strength to defend himself against the fierce and masterly attack of Clifford, who fought with a determination which showed him alike possessed of will to retain, and skill to defend his prize. In a few passes, the sword of Selworth was forced from his hand, and staggering back three or four paces, his foot slipping, he fell upon the strand. Clifford pressed forward, but Roselle, escaping from the gentle hold of Richard, rushed forward, and caught his

arm.

"Hold, monster! Would'st thou destroy a fallen adversary?"

Intercede not for me, Roselle, I can save you yet-die, villain," and he drew a pistol from his belt, and presented it at Clifford; another moment would have beheld him stretched lifeless upon the ground, had not Richard, who had closely followed Roselle, in turn caught his avenging arm.

"Pause, sir, pause; in him you seek to destroy-behold your King !"

"I scorn," said Charles- for it was indeed that ever thoughtless and vicious monarch-" to owe my life to my name. Fire, sir--an ye miss me, your life pays the forfeiture."

"I own no King," said Selworth, rising unopposed from the ground, and lowering his pistol-" an if ye be Charles Stuart, I can but say your present conduct countenances your banishment from these realms!"

""Tis well, sir," replied Charles, bitterly; your pistols make you master of my person, until your followers arrive, and then you will, I presume, deliver me to a death similar to that of my royal fa

ther:" and he pointed to about a dozen men who were (yet at some distance,) advancing along the coast from Brighthelmstone.

"If ye were to perish on a scaffold, perhaps it would be well for England,' pursued the Republican Officer, but it must not be through Selworth; in to yonder boat, sir;-1 will advance to those who approach us; I know them not, but will either by words or actions, for a few moments, delay their coming. Although I dislike your principles, I regret and sympathize with your misfortunes.'

"Oh, Selworth, Selworth, let us haste away," exclaimed Roselle, he who now approaches, comes to tear us asunder for ever! 'Tis my father!"

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Rejoice, sire, rejoice," shouted Richard: "they who approach are friends; it is your loving subject, Sir Roger Myrston and his attendants."

To be concluded in our next.

Snatches from Oblivion.

[Under this head, it is our intention, occasionally, to introduce into the pages of the OLIO, choice extracts from the writings of by-gone authors, many of whose productions are fast sailing down the devouring stream of time, to be for ever engulphed in the wide ocean of oblivion. We put out our hand to the rescue, in order to make at least some of our numerous readers acquainted with the deep knowledge and research that the savans of other days possessed; and also to show of what sterling materiel the pages that enlightened and charmed our forefathers were composed.]

A very curious and ponderous work, in folio, entitled "Time's Store House; dern Times," printed in 1609, contains or, the Treasurie of Ancient and Mothe following particulars regarding the veneration and respect paid to learned men by the ancients.

"The Emperor Trajan, in regard of his learning only, did so especially hohe rode abroad in the fields to take the nour the philosopher Dion, that when air, he would have him to sit nearest unto him in his own chariot; and so ride on along with him through Rome, making it as his triumphal entrance.

"In the war which the Emperor Octavius made in Egypt, against Mark Antony, he said, that he did forbear to destroy Alexandria, for the respect he bore to Alexander that built it; but much more to the Philosopher Arrius.* The same emperor also, made Cornelius

* Arrius the philosopher was a native of Alexandria.

Gallus tribune of the people, only because he was a most elegant poet.' "Suetonius, in the life of Vespasian, sheweth what rewards were anciently given to the learned. For he saith, although Vespasian was taxed with covetousness; yet, notwithstanding, he greatly favoured exercises and arts, and gave as pensions to each master of them, such quantity of golden pieces, as being reduced to the sums of our coin (according to Beroaldus and Budæus) their stipends valued two thousand and five hundred ducats, but as some say crowns.'

By the testimony of Pliny, in his seventh book, and the ninth chapter, writing of Isocrates (a celebrated orator of Greece, and scholar of Plato) a man may very easily perceive in what account and estimation the learned were then; for he saith, that this Isocrates having made an oration for a certain man, he rewarded him with twelve talents, which value (according to our present computation) was twelve thousand crowns.

"We find it likewise written in the life of the Emperor Antoninus, son unto Severus, that he gave to Appian so many ducats of gold as there were number of verses in a great work which he had (at that time) made, concerning the nature and property of all kinds of fishes.

"The Emperor Gratian knowing that Ausonius composed well in verse, gave him (only for his desert that way) the consulship, which was the very greatest dignity, nay even to that of emperor.

"Domitian, although he was a most wicked man, gave great honours and gifts to the poet Eustathius; and in a solemn feast, he caused him to sit at his table, crowned with a garland of laurel, wherewith all our grave elders used to crown their poets. Seleucus Bassus, a lyric poet, was much commended by Vespasian, with no less honourable words than others, and also had in gifts great sums of money. Arrianus, for the history which he wrote in Greek of the acts of Alexander the Great, but more especially, because he was a very learned man, was made Consul of Rome by Adrian and Antoninus; nor were these learned men thus honoured during their life time, but also after their death. As may be noted by Ptolomy, who was king of Egypt, who made a temple and statue to Homer, as he did to his other gods. For Virgil likewise, there was a statue erected in Mantua, long time after he was dead. The excellent poet Horace, although we are not certain how wealthy he was; yet notwithstanding, he had great dignities of Octavius in Rome.

MANY of our laws and customs are taken from the Romans, in like manner as theirs were derived from the heathen and other nations. Anciently, it was customary for all assemblies to congregate in the open air, or to meet within walls or groves of trees, always taking care, that, however they were surrounded for safety or secresy, to have free intercourse upward, for the intercession of deity, as well as to receive the upright omnipresence of heaven in their actions. Thus the Justice Hall' of the Romans, a part of the forum, was open at the top, having no covering, by reason of which, the Assemblies, in unseasonable weather, were abruptly dissolved.

The

Tribunal' stood in the centre, containing the ivory chair in which the chief magistrate dispensed justice, surrounded by his brethren in less power, seated on benches, on each side, and able to recognise, but not pronounce judgment. Coelus Rhodius says, "this Justice Hall derived its appellation of Puteal Libonis, on account that Actius Navius, once with a razor cut a whetstone in two, in memory of which, his statue was erected with a hat on his head, puteal signifying a covering, or large, broad-brimmed hat."

The meeting houses of the Society of Friends, as well as the more common construction of the Assize Courts before the modern plans of architecture, have borne a similar character with those of the Ro

mans.

THE ROSTRA.

The Pulpit, or Common Pleas,' stood next to the Justice Hall,' constructed like the body of a Cathedral. It was beautified with the stems of ships, obtained from the people of Antium, in a memorable sea-fight; and hence, from these ships-beaks, called Rostra, is the oratory,

or Common Pleas' derived.

PYLADES.

The honourable poetess advises her sex not to succour the tender passion, by the apostrophe Love Not." Though she has given the Sorrows of Rosalie as an exemplification, maidens will love, and love will very often inthral them. Mr. J. Blockley, however, has exercised his genius in an adantino movement to harmonize the feelings of those who are resolved to take the Honble. Mrs. Norton's advice. The sentiment of the composer is tenderly expressed, and the Ballad' possesses claims which are calculated to relieve the monotonous strummings of the boarding-school exercises.

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• British Melodies,' No. 1. For the Piano, &c. By C. Chanlieu. Cocks and Co.

We are at a loss to conceive why 'Charlie is my Darling' should be brought out of the Children of the Mist, in which it was so admirably sung by Miss Stephens, when the drama first appeared on the stage, as the first number of the Mélodies Britanniques;' but the Old Scotch Song' is Anglicised very prettily to the ear, and the composition effected with appropriate variations, so as to insure the harmonic approval of those who

like chromatic studies.

Amidst the Gay and Festive Crowd,' words by G. Robertson; the music by Flamini Duvernay. Johanning & Co. The simplicity of the verse, and the tone in the music of this Ballad, render the composition an easy acquisition.

Lord Byron, in his Mems, speaking of ROGERS the poet, says, "When he does talk, he talks well; and on all subjects of taste, his delicacy of expression is If you enter his pure as his poetry. house-his drawing room-his library— you of yourself say this is not the dwelling of a common mind. There is not a gem, a coin, a book thrown aside on his chimney-piece, his sofa, his table, that does not bespeak an almost fastidious eledelicacy must be the nursery of his exgance in the possessor. But this very

istence.

SOUTHEY, I have not seen much of. His appearance is epic; and he is the only existing entire man of letters. His manners are mild, but not those of a man of the world, and his talent of the his poetry, there are various opinions: first order. His prose is perfect. Of there is perhaps too much of it for the present generation, posterity will probably select. He has passages equal to any thing. At present he has a party but no public-except for his prose writings. The Life of Nelson is beautiful.

M-E has a peculiarity of talent, or rather talents-poetry, music, voice, all his own; and an expression in each which never was, nor will be possessed by another. But he is capable of still higher flights in poetry. By-the-bye, what humour, what-every thing in the

Post Bag!' There is nothing ME may not do, if he will but seriously set about it. In society he is gentlemanly, gentle, and altogether more pleasing than any individual with whom I am acquainted. For his honour, principle, and independence, his conduct to speaks trumpet tongued.

racter, and not exactly of the present age: LEIGH HUNT is an extraordinary chahe reminds me more of the Pym and Hampden times-much talent, great independence of spirit, and an austere, yet not repulsive aspect. qualis ab incepto, I know few men who If he goes on will deserve more praise or obtain it.

He is a man

worth knowing; and though, for his own sake, I wish him out of prison, I like to study character in such situations. He has been unshaken, and will continue life; he is the bigot of virtue (not reliSo. I don't think him deeply versed in gion), and enamoured of the beauty of that empty name,' as the last breath of Brutus pronounced, and every day proves it. He is, perhaps, a little opiniated, as all men who are the centre of circles,

wide or narrow-the Sir Oracles, in whose name two or three are gathered together, must be, and as even Johnson was but withal, a valuable man, and less vain than success, and even the consciousness of preferring the right to the expedient might excuse.

THE HUMOUR OF SHERIDAN AND COLMAN. Sheridan's humour or rather wit was saturnine, and sometimes savage; he never laughed (at least that I saw, and I watched); but Colman did. If I had to choose, and could not have both at a time, I should say, let me begin the evening with Sheridan, and finish it with Colman; Sheridan for dinner, Colman for supper; Sheridan for claret or port, but Colman for every thing from the Madeira and Champagne at dinner-the claret with a layer of port between the glasses-up to the punch of the night, and down to the grog, or gin and water of day break. All these I have threatened with both the same. Sheridan was a Grenadier company of Life Guards, but Colman a whole regiment-of Light Infantry, to be sure, but still a regiment.

Moore's Notices of Byron.

DESCRIPTION OF NEWMARKET.

Its staple trade is blood horses; its inhabitants, for the most part, jockeys and gamblers; its language that of Tattersal; and its amusements, or rather business, an endless succession of matches on the race-course, in the cock-pit, the tennis court, the billiard-table, or at the cardtable. About 300 horses are reared and trained in the year, and at every little interval four thousand pounds or guineas are asked and given for one crack racer. From 500l. to 2,000. is accounted rather a common price; and the money paid to grooms and their attendants, to say nothing of the corn and hay consumed and wasted, would far exceed belief if accurately stated. There are few people in the town who do not speculate more or less in the way of betting; and so infectious is the feeling, that even little children learn to lisp about the pedigree of horses, the long odds, and the characters and comparative merits of the riders. There are seven weeks of racing in the year-three in May, one in July, and three in October; and during these busy periods, when gamblers and jockies are as thick as blackberries, the usual current of conversation is so much a mystery to the uninitiated, that a stranger would be exceedingly apt to suppose that the chief end of man was something very different from what is set forth in the Church Catechism.

It is said,

And cut her down like wood.

In the town of Framingham is a double grave-stone, recording the death of two persons, struck dead by lightning at the same time.

My trembling heart with grief o'erflows,
While I record the death of those
Who died by thunder sent from Heaven in
1777.

The singularity of the following lines, in the grave-yard at Pepperell, can only be accounted for by supposing that they were written by the deceased himself, while labouring under the malady which occasioned his death.

In youth he was a scholar bright,
In learning he took great deligh
He was a Major's only son-
It was for love he was undone.

On a stone near by we have another specimen of skill at epitaph-making, pro'scholar bright.' bably by the same

Benjamin Parker, near S3, Respectable you once did see; His grandson now lies over himWe all must feel the effects of sin.

At the church-yard in Cambridge, Massachusetts, is a tomb-stone containing no inscription whatever, but only the device of a vase and the sun, carved on the face of the stone, the name of the person intended being Vassol-the word Vas, in Latin, meaning a vase, and Sol, the sun.

MARCH OF CANDOUR.

The following equivocal inscription, true, perhaps, in more senses than one, is painted in the window of a well-known inn, in Sheffield :- Good accommodation for Commercial Gentlemen. N. B. The British Traveller regularly taken in.”