inconsistent with the sanguine temperament of youth; and it was almost with a sigh of regret, that he, after drawing his mantle closer around him, passed hastily out of the sacred edifice.

Clear and beautiful the bright moon rode in her majesty, in the unclouded canopy of the deep blue heavens, as the sandalled feet of the youthful saint trod the golden sands of "Glandaloch," the sweet eyes and lovely smile of Cathleen alone occupied his mind; and as he sat silently on a rough grey stone, gazing on the bosom of the placid lake, he sighed to think of the irrevocable bonds that forbade his union with Cathleen O'Loghlin, he recalled to memory the soft hesitating tone, and the deep blush that overspread her beautiful face, on the night he had been her guest in the lonely tower, in the moorlands, and without the innate knowledge, that love had began to undermine the formerly unbiassed prepossession in favour of religion. Such were his reveries, when a soft sigh, breathed beside him, induced him to turn round, when he beheld the fair and interesting face of the beautiful Cathleen' O'Loghlin; their eyes encountered, and those of the young priest were the first to fall beneath the dove-like gentleness of that sweet girl's.. Deep was the blush, too, that mantled over her fair face, by the shores of that lonely, moon-lit lake, whilst the passion that induced the fatal step of leaving a father's roof, was faultered forth. Wildly the heart of Kevin leaped in his bosom, at the avowal, and as the head of Cathleen. sank on his breast, and her long fair hair lay floating over his arms. Kevin folded the young enthusiastic to his bosom.

The breeze of morn was ruffling the dark bosom of the lake, the moon had faded away in the dim grey morning light, the mists, in eddying mazes, slowly rose, and became lost to view, before the steps of Kevin wandered from the lone lake, and erelong, busy rumour had spread the tale of the young Saint's love the effects of these insinuations became, from day to day, more injurious to his character, and his followers sensibly began to diminish; he felt his heart was becoming more and more entangled in the fatal errors of an unlawful passion, and that it was necessary to throw off the shackles that were already destroying him; but how to break such a change to the young and confiding Cathleen, was a task that he felt himself unable to undergo.

The intensity of feeling that formerly had been fervently and exclusively devoted to the cause of religion, had now taken a deep and dangerous course in that of soul-absorbing love; and he felt, that to tear away the sweet and beautiful flower that clung to him, in sorrow and shame, was breaking the last link that bound him to his race. Even when the heart has cast its first fond affections around the object of its love, it is better that the roses of that garden of promise should fade in an early blight, than that, at a more advanced period, the beauty of its promise should show the sorrowful decay of its former loveliness; for such sweet reality of passion, as composes our young and first love, is little suited to undergo the storms of a cold and unfeeling world; and yet there is a certain degree, even of pleasure, in our grief, when memory broods upon a blight of joy, the spring of

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which had been lovely in its dawn; for in the canker of sorrow memory often contains an alloy in the recollection of former happiness, which in some manner retrieves the misfortunes of this life.

It was in darkness and sorrow, that St. Kevin slowly wound his way from the valley of the Glens, and in tears and heart-throbbings, that the deserted Cathleen O'Loghlin, sought in vain, by hill and hollow, for the being of her heart's dream, in the garb of a minstrel, and sweetly and wildly she played on the "clarsech." She sought the lonely towers of the mountain chiefs, and by the blazing heath breathed many a soultouching strain, till the bearded chieftains have offered a golden guerdon to the wandering minstrel; but little they deemed that beneath the saffron robes of the fair-haired harper, was beating the bosom of the blue-eyed Cathleen.

Once more she determined to turn her footsteps in the direction of "Glandaloch," and the moon was shedding her dewy light on the romantic shores of the lake, as she seated herself on the cold grey rock, on which she and Kevin had remained on their former meeting.

Wild and sweet her voice rose, in the cold clear air of night, and the breeze sighed through her long fair tresses, as she swept, with a light, but master hand, her "clarsech" or harp; a long, low moan rose, and then gradually died away, as she concluded, and Cathleen, imbued with the superstitious feelings of the age, was about to wind her way back speedily through the Glen, when, from a low tract of brushwood, that was scattered in many places along the margin of the lake, a stag hound broke cover, and Cathleen well knew that it was Wolf, her lover's favorite dog, that bounded to her side, and testified, by his gambols, his joy at the meeting.

How speedily love can catch a clew towards the lost object, from circumstances that had escaped the observation of an uninterested person; might not this dumb companion of Kevin's solitary warnings, be familiar with the retreat of his master? was the naturally inferred inference, and Cathleen, as she rose from the grey rock, cast her eyes up towards the dim space of the night sky: the moon had gone down, and a grey and tremulous light began to steal over the dim mountain tops, whose craggy outlines were hardly distinguishable in the gloom as if well accustomed to the scene, the dog, at a moderate pace, preceded the fair Cathleen, and sweeping round the shores of the lower part of the lake, commenced ascending a steep bank; here the maiden drew back, for the ascent was slippery and dangerous, but then, per chance, it leads towards him she loved? And after a struggle the height was gained: dim over her head the impending mountains rose rough and wild, whilst the pathway, not more than a few inches broad, exposed the perpendicular face of the rock, on the inner side and outward, a sheer descent of thirty feet to the dark and unfathomable waters of the lake; but what would not the daughter of a mountain chief, in those remote and wild days, have ventured for the one beloved, but even she, gazed, for a minute, on the dark abyss that yawned beneath, and shuddered at the prospect; but when her mute guide suddenly disap

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peared over the ledge of the rock, she listened with breathless attention, to hear the sullen plunge beneath, but not a sound met her ear, and Cathleen now became convinced, that the dangerous path they had lately traversed, must lead to the wild and strange retreat of Kevin; for a moment she gazed on the opposite shore, and there she beheld the grey rock which she had lately sat on, and her harp leaning against it. The grey of increasing dawn had commenced, for a yellow light came softly beaming from behind the summits of the craggy mountains, that formed an amphitheatre round the small bosom of Glandaloch; a chill breeze began to ruffle the bosom of the waters, and the freshness of the dews of night came pregnant on the morning air, with the perfume of the wild heath blossoms, and the pale lilies that grew mid the many crevices of the cliffs. With a firm hand, the fair Cathleen caught the projections that seemed to have been lately cut for the purpose, and progressively lowering herself for some feet, found a narrow ledge beneath her feet; here, without loosening her hold, she cast her eyes down towards her own sandals, and perceived she was at the entrance of a small cave, for the head of the faithful dog was partly seen; lowering herself by a stooping posture, a moment saw her in a cell, not more than six feet long, by two feet broad; the dog, as she entered, crept out of the cave, and as his figure was lost from the entrance, the grey light of the morning streamed in, and she beheld the young Saint Kevin, wrapt in a deep sleep; there were evident traces of illness on his fair face, but of that nature that seemed more to have originated from mental suffering, than of a corporeal nature; and the young maiden, as she sat down gently by his side, gazed on him, as a mother on a favourite sick child, when hope had almost become extinct. Yes, Cathleen's love was that pure and holy sentiment that exists alone in the beauty of the mind, unmixed with any of the grosser appetites of worldly love; and if any emanation of an angel spirit were compatable with human nature, it were indeed in her sweet disposition, for it seemed as if the beauty of light and sound had thrown their spiritual loveliness around her. Soft and dove-like, (such had been first Eve in Eden,) were her mild blue eyes, bent on the slumbering Kevin, and beneath her tight fitting boddice of saffron die, the pride of her maiden bosom rose and fell like the waves of a summer sea, and she blushed as she knew that he would too well discover her in her masculine disguise, when he broke from his slumbers; the tight fitting "truis," or hose, that bound her light and perfect moddled limbs, and the wild deer skin buskins that covered her slender ankles, carefully she wrapt her long blue mantle around her person, and drew the "dealg fallaine," or broach pin, around her slender throat, and as she gently bent down to imprint a kiss on his pale cheek, her fair locks, escaping the "fillet," fell like sun beams around her shoulders; that fatal pledge of innocent love awoke the slumberer, and the eyes of Kevin, for an instant, became fixed on those of the beautiful Cathleen, who hung over him like one of those rosy visions that come over the sleep of youth; the next moment he sprung forward, and the person of the maiden, which was situated at the entrance of the cave, was hurled from its position; there was a

short and fearful pause, but soon broken by a sullen plunge, a gurgling of waters, a solitary shriek, and all was still!

The heart of the young priest turned cold in his bosom; in vain he gazed, in the hopes of the body rising, with the intention of plunging in after his lost love; the lake only grew rougher beneath the chill and increasing breeze of morn, and rose and fell in a myriad of diminutive dark waves, and then, according to the popular legend, Saint Kevin, prayed to Heaven, that her form might not lie beneath the waters, and suddenly her fair and shadowy form was seen standing by the rock where their love was first uttered; the harp, rung by the breeze of the mountain, uttered forth a low and plaintive strain, and after a little, her figure disappeared. J. K. L.

SULTAN SHUJAA.

For us, and for our tragedy,
Here stooping to your clemency,
We beg your hearing patiently.

I.

Ruin on ruin piled, loose wall on wall,

HAMLET.

Minarets broken, mosques and buildings thrust
By age, and rains, and tempest to the dust;

While weeds spring fast, and verdure spreads o'er all
The lost magnificence of Rajmahal;

Tall grass and trees, which waving in the gust,
Marble and brick with sapping juices rust,
And cause the battlemented towers to fall.
The Ganges lending too its forceful aid
In sweeping bastion after bastion down;
That, ere a century or too have flown,

These ruins will have followed him who made
Their site the festive spot of his renown,
And, which a space forbid his name* to fade!

II.

The Ganges foaming in its ocean path,
The ever verdant hills which stand around,
With thickets to the topmost summit crowned,
Where beasts of rapine exercise their wrath;
Shujaa might recognize, could he burst forth
His watery grave in Arracan's far ground:
But, in the spot where he essayed to found
A summer city of delight and mirth,
The jackall, and the shy fox, hurrying by,
And ruins only now would meet his eye----
Yes, Timur's dynasty hath passed away,
Like stormy clouds at mid-day from the sky;
And western strangers o'er his palace stray,
And rule his provinces-at least, to-day!

III.

The Icy hills of Cabul left afar

Cold land of tempest!--for the happy clime

Of Rajmahal, how cheerily the time

Dances away beneath the southern star,

Disturbed by nought! the trump and shouts of war

In A. D. 1639. Shujaa, at that time governor of Bengal. transferred the seat of government to Rajinahal, and built the stately buildings, the ruins of which still exist.

In A. D. 1398, the celebrated Tartar Conqueror Timur, or Tamerlane, invaded India, easily de feated the weak Mahomed the III. and founded the dynasty of Emperors of Delhi. or rather of India. His successors were Baber, Homayam, Akbar, Jehangéer, Shah Jehan, Aurungzebe, &c. &c. In 1647, Shujaa was compelled by his father, the Emperor Shah Jehan, to do penance for two yers, as governor of Cabul, the snowy mountains and uncouth inhabitants of which country, ill suited the prince, who returned to Bengal, in 1649,