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 furious and creaming: the memory of his crimes purued him, and his reaon was never retored.

The obequies of the deceaed were celebrated with due olemnity: holy requiems were chanted over their remains; and pious priets preferred orions for their eternal repoe. Albert, unable to utain the weight of misfortune, forook the habitation of his ancetors; and, expoing his old age to the fatigues of a pilgrimage, ought the holy land, and there paed the remainder of his days in a monatery.



THE catle-clock truck one; the night was dark, drear, and tempetuous. Henry et in an antique chamber of it, over a wood fire, which, in the tupor of contemplation, he had uffered to decreae into a few half lifeles embers; on the table by him lay the portrait of Mary; the features of which were not very perfectly dicloed by a taper that jut glimmered in the ocket. He took up the portrait, however, and gazed intenely upon it, till the taper, uddenly burning brighter, dicovered to him a phenomenon, he was no les terrified than urpried at. The eyes of the portrait moved; the feature, from an angelic mile, changed to a look of olemn adnes; a tear Hole down each cheek, and the boom palpitated as with ighing.

Again the clock truck one–it had truck the ame hour but ten minutes before. Henry heard the catle gate grate on its hinges it–lammed too–the clock truck one again; and a deadly groan echoed through the catle. Henry was not ubject to upertitious fears;