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    of murmuring word was in that sigh , but she turned her swimiriing eyes up to the star-lit heaven , as if she sought that dwelling to which Lucio ' s Words had pointed , or looked a prayer that heaven would close them in a long last sleep of mortality . So she stood during the pause

    in Lucio ' s voice ; and as his murmuring accents rung again upon her ear , she bowed her head again upon its resting place , and the tearwashed lids sunk down over her balls of sight . The mournful accents were melody to her ; they were the only sounds which earth or earthly things could vield to wake in her one wish to live .

    * Oh ! may we not , Melaza , Melaza ! ' and he drew her more closely to him * trembling while he spoke : * may we not fly to some far secluded isle , before that dreadful blow fall , that must crush into utter darkness the little ray of bliss ; which must change every flower here to vile and poisonous weeds ; which must leave us to the desolating sway of woe , that dries up the heart , and leaves it to crumble in the dust of misery ? To what a waste and wilderness will it transform this paradise , in which , like weeping spirits , we , each hand in

    hand , have walked , beguiled into bliss by our companionship of sorrow which drank happiness out of the cup of grief , and fed on sweets from thorns ! Is this to be our parting hour ? Can this be the last time I ihay gaze onthee , thou drooping angel flower ? ' The whole frame of Melaza shivered as she feebly , oh ! so feebly spoke ! it was the plaining" of a lily as it withered : ' The last , my Lucio , I am already dead !' At that instant the splashing of a stone as it struck the water in the Font , fell on the ear of Lucio : she did not hear it . * Who ' s there V

    said Lucio , first looking round , 'but I did not answer , said the old tnari ) who was narrating the tale . I had seen Lucio and the lady pass through the garden , and tracking them , in the seclusion of the shrubs , was Signior Goznia , who followed them undiscovered and concealed himself in the clump of myrtles , which then stood within a

    tew teet ot the stone seat , —they are not there now . J had watched some opportunity to give Signior Lucio warning that a spy , perhaps an enemy , was lurking near , and took that means of cautioning him . He looked around again , but saw nothing , nor heard my ' hist . ' Then partly lifting the poor girl , whose trailing and slow step showed how little oi life was left , he bore her back to the chateau .

    In ft few ttiinutes he returned , and examined every bower , recess , And shade , but foutid no one ; the Signior Goznia had retreated in the same guarded and creeping manner , when I stepped forward , And he looked rhore surprised than angry . 4 Nicolo ! is it you ? Have you seetl any one hereabouts ? ' I then informed him that it was I who thrfew the stone into the Font , to apprize him thatHomeone was

    watchihg ; who that one was , a gentleman who came with Count Jeldaz . On hearing this he struck his forehead , and burst into tears ; then , pressing fny hand * as he put a zecchino into it , which I have kept ever flince , he said , fc Thattk you Nicola , thank you , be silent ; ' and he ran hastily , or rather leaped down the steps by the side of the cascade , bending- his way as towards the city , and I lost sight of him . Poor gentleman ! poor Lucio ! It was art hour beyond dawn the following day when Lucio was «( Seh , ^ rith folded arms * walkinfr from the chateau down b ^ the side of

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 2, 1833, page 638, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2622/page/54/