CHAP. X. The Heathen, who no better understood For the fincere, the merciful, or good. Go bring,' the Judge impartial cries, • Those rebel fons who did my laws defpife; To fave themfelves from everlasting miferies. Pomfret. The Guardian Angel- the Will of Omnipotence, ONE NE evening, as the forrow-ftruck chieftain was musing in the marble hall on the probable fate of his children, and the melancholy death of their angel mother, the door fuddenly flew open, and the fpectre of the ruin ftood before him-a frown o'erfpread her featuresthe dying embers received fresh luftre, and Sir Alwyne imperceptibly laid his hand upon his fword. An awful paufe enfued-the baron fearfully enquired What new fcene of diftrefswhat calamity do you warn me of!' 'The greatest,' replied the vision, that inflicts human nature-the vengeance of infulted heaven!' Sir Alwyne fhuddered. Know me,' continued the vifion, for one appointed to guard thee against the influence of thy evil genius-mortal-why thus wearing the cloak of unavailing forrow-why complaining at the difpenfations of thy father in heaven? Mistaken man-he can raife, or he can crush thee when the storm of black adversity bursts o'er thy devoted head, will he not protect the children of his mercy? It is your duty to fubmit with fortitude and patience to the decree of the most Juft, nor dare to infult with all the mockery of ceafelefs grief, his' righteous mandates. -Forbear,-place thy firm confidence in him, and thou fhalt yet be happy.' Happy!' exclaimed Sir Alwyne, kneeling at the feet of the vifion Elwina ?' ، 'With Elwina,' anfwered the Genii, Thou fhalt meet her there (pointing to heaven)- E her virtues have merited, and found a due reward. Seek not, erring mortal, to render the remainder of thy days miferable-be not ungrateful to the fupreme ruler of all human action-Thou fhalt yet be happy. But remember, the way to happiness does not lie in being disturbed at the will of omnipotence, but in being refigned.' A radiance, like the fun-beam of the morn, fhone around her-foft and delightful mufic founded in the air-and the fluttering of wings, light as the doves, were heard as fhe afcended the bright regions of unutterable glory. Princes and illuftrious warriors now reforted to the auguft pile of Alwyne-no more was heard the voice of defpondency, and it's battlements held no longer the funeral trophies of the dead. The lofty walls re-echoed with the warlike fongs of the minstrels, when the noble houfes of Douglas and of Percy entered into an impolitic fcene of war. The glorious atchievements of Sir Edric were heard with enthufiaftic rapture, and the reiterated bursts of applaufe on actions worthy of record, thook the vaft fabric to the very centre. But when the bards tuned their harps to the plaintive melody that rehearfed the virtues of Elwina, the soft and melancholy theme ftole on the fenfe, and touched accutely the tendereft chord-oft would the minstrel pause, and wipe from off his filver beard the fallen tear-the inspiring goblet held no longer it's acknowledged power, and the noble guests would then retire to ponder on the various excellencies that adorned her life. * (A confiderable part of the manufcript injured.) To return to the commencement of the legend. Sir Alwyne had finished the healthful recreation of the chace, when portending clouds urged the neceffity of a speedy return. The unfortu nate and ftorm-beaten pilgrim caught his attention as he lay extended on the dreary waftethe humanity of the knight was manifefted to every child of misfortune-his gates were ever open to the benighted traveller, who found a foft repose to ease his wanderings and the worn-out veteran has often fat in the hall recounting his hardy feats, and met a just reward for years of blood and toil.. At the preffing entreaty of the pilgrim, Sir Alwyne entered the apartment appropriated for the reception of the stranger. He rofe on the entrance of the baron, who, ftretching forth his hand, kindly requested him to be feated. The chieftain obferved the countenance of his gueft-he feemed to have seen better days, yet fatigue and travel had apparently worn him to the bone-the filver bioffoms of age fhone on on his face, and his majestic mein commanded refpe&t. "Your kindnefs,' faid the ftranger, addreffing himself to the chieftain claims fincerity and gratitude your character, as a chriftian and a warrior, is fhewn in the affection of your people --your name is lifped by the young, and your aged tenants hold your bright example forth as an incentive to virtuous actions. Pardon me, Sir Knight, flattery is a stranger to my heart; -you had a brother? I had,' anfwered Sir Alwyne. 'That brother lives,'-the pilgrim faultered. Lives! -is it poffible!' cried the baron, ftarting from his feat- Where is he?" Alas!' replied the pilgrim. Why do you droop dejected?' faid Sir Alwyne, 'If my brother lives, where fhall I fly to |