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finds them all up in arms . Guido , who is in a great state of course about his " young woman , " has been lured to sea by the crafty El Sirad , and the Saracens have eluded his galleys , and are actually engaged in attacking Orles , Avhere Lita is acting like a Joan of Arc . While Guido is tossing in

the Avind-lashed waves ( says a contemporary critic ) the Saracens are pushing the storm of Orles , amid all the ruthless horrors of mediseval warfare . The defenders make the most of their ramparts ; the " climbing SAvarms" are hurled from the broken

scalingladders , but numbers so far prevail . Then flames break out among the houses the Arabs have Avon , and the assailants pay the penalty of carousing on drinks' forbidden by the Prophet , being suprised by the horrors of the conflagration in their

drunken slumber . The catastrophe is crowned , so far as they are concerned , by the sudden return of Guido , Avho falls on them in flank , while his father , sallying out of the citadel , falls mortally wounded in the final and triumphant sortie . With his dying breath he rewards his lovely aide-de-camp : —

" The ashen lips with feeble effort smile As Lita kneels by Guido ' s side the Avhile , And looking on his son and on the maid , ' Let naught against thy love for her be said . ""

What a '' kyind parient ! " some of our fair readers will be ready to say . " "What a pity it is such people only exist in poetry or romance . I wish my pater Avould withdraw Ms objection to Harry ! " Here it is the old story , fair maidens , " sic vos ,

non vobis . " In the meantime the preux chevalier , Count William of Provence , appears on the scene , declares his approval of the marriage of affection , gives the bride away , and actually says , in the Provengal dialect , " Bless , ye , my children ! " and then

" They kneel before the altar , hand in hand , While thronged around Provence ' s warriors stand . Hush for the sacred rites , the solemn vow , That crowns with faith young Love ' s impetuous brow . The prayer is said ; then as the Anthem swells , A peal rings ont of happy marriage bells ;

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Grief pales and dies ' neath Joys ascendiuo sun , For knight and maid have blent their lives in one !" We thank Lord Lome for a very prett y story , told in very smooth and harmonious

verse , marked by passages here and there of much beauty . We trust that this is not the last labour of his pen , but that we may welcome yet other graceful verses and true poetry from him . The illustrationsdraAvnif report be true

, , , by a fair and illustrious hand , are very effective indeed . In these sensational days , when every heroine is afiend and every hero a swindler ; when society is deregle" and discontented , we thank Lord Lome for giving us the

pleasing picture of faithful love , and the elevated aspirations of chivalrous devotion and constant affection . W . F . A .

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SONNET .

The mountain woods ascending and ascending , Sweep with their tall heads the high misty skies , Which loftier in their lowest skirts arise

Than of this earth the highest heights , vain tending Heav ' nAvard , though with heaven ' s boundless glories blending Their tops betimes , yet but a fond emprize , For heav ' n in humblest mien earth ' s pride defies

And scorns , though soaring cloud-capt and and heav ' n-rending . So man would be as God , so idly seek The Infinite by wisdom to explore , When he should but in prostrate love adore

That glorious name of names with rev ' rence meek , Nor hope in hopeless hope to the sublime Of Deity presumtuously to climb . M . G ORDON .