behind the pedestal. To the astonishment of Berodsko, it was now discovered that Seraphia must have made her escape thro' this aperture: an event which Berodsko deplored as of the most serious nature, while Barbaro comforted him, that she should not long escape his power, and that he being the master of her own confession respecting Lianskoi's absence from the camp of Malcar on the night of the King's disappearance, her ab sence was no otherwise a loss than as it postponed his gratifications. The treacherous minister immediately proposed to dispatch agents every where in search of her, upon finding that ther visit through the underground recesses terminated without discovering any thing. He was certain that on the trial Malcar must fall; and then, once secured, according to Berodsko's promise, in his power and estates he determined not to surrender up Seraphia, if Fortune should put her again into his power: but openly tender her his hand; and raise a reblion in the territories of Berodsko, by bringing the most anequivocal testimony that he was the murderer of Woronof? Berodsko now suggested that it might be more cautions to "de lay the trial; but Barbaro opposed this with all his eloquence. Should the rumour get abroad," said he, "that the oid King haunts the castle, and that Seraphia has escaped from your lawless attack how much will the public voice have time to opperate against you !--And if the fate of Malcar and Lianskoi be delayed, will it not soon excite a universal pity for their fate and great suspicion when they avow their readiness to meet their accusers -On the event of that trial, and their conviction, depends your throne, after the sovere manner in which you either banished or punished all those who were considered as the firm friends of Malcar and Lianskoi." might securely Vain were all he endeavours of Barbaro to quiet the fears of Berodsko, or to trace Seraphia. In the mean time, the latter, during ber swoon, had been conveyed to a cottage contigious to the castle, where she was in a place of safety, and she retire to an upper but grateful as she was for this favour, yet the mystery of it, and the intelligence she received from the good people that the trials of Malcar and Lianskoi were to take place on the evening of that day, hurried her mind into a labyrnth of thoughts; and she room to rest; d only reposed on the bed, to think || deposit on the council table, and more earnastly on the steps she ought to pursue--Shall their fate be decided to-morrow," said she loudly,' and I lurk in this cottage in security?-Is Lianskoi, is my father to be condemned, and I, an evidence of their innocence and my own wrongs, to remain in tranquillity ?-Forbid it Heaven!' Occupied by such resolutions. and agitations as these, she had not long laid, when her door was opened by a friar, bearing a lamp in his hand." Daughter," said he,' you are, I believe, too much agitated to sleep. I come not to alar.n, but to inspire you with hope. Tomorrow evening shall be your time of triumph over your unprincipled persecutors! I know your wrongs, and I will redress them. Doubtless the instigators of this unjust trial, fearful of your evidence, will not suffer you to be admitted. but Heav will preserve that virtue it esteems. Take thss key; it opens a door in the justice chamber, where, at midnight, the trial is is to be holden.-The way to the door lies throngh the underground recesses of the eastle, whither this old cottager, formerly one of the servants and lavorites of Woronof, will conduct you.— Bear in your hand the articles he shall intrust to your care, these demand to be heard. You will perhaps be refused this favour; but the silent testimonies you will lay before the court, may counterbalance my efforts to convince the court that Malcar and Lianskoi are guilty!-You know me not! -I have sworn that the prisoners who shall stand at the judgment bar to-morrow shall be convicted, and by this holy crucifix I here vow that you shall be queen of these territories, and reign on the throne of Berodsko !' If such be the condition of my safety,' said Serphia, If I am to be betrayed again into the power of the tyrant and his ministers-let me perish here! But how shall I reconcile the hope which you have excited with the inimical purposes you have avow. ed?-Oh! if I might ask, holy father who sent you hither?'-' Seek not to enquire! said the monk, the great creed of our reli. gion is faith. Believe that Heaven's arm is not shortened-and my own life shall be a pledge of your safety. Farewell -Remember to-morrow!"" When Seraphia rose, she wa accosted by the cottager, who enquired how she had reposed: she thanked him for his solici tude, and informed him of the extraordinary visit of the monk, aɖ, THE COMPASSIONATE F TAR. ARMER Clover rented a few acres of arable on the road to Portsmouth. The sign of plenty was in his road chubby ding that she was anxious to know the motive of this singular appearance, as well as the name and condition of one whom the monk had announced to be once the esteemed servant of the revered Woronof. The cottager waved all these questions and only re-face, and his heart, was like his replied that one of his duties was secrecy, and the other, to conduct her at a certain signal through the castle vaults to the saloon, and point out the door that led to the justice chamber; till which time, he would be responsible for the benevolent intentions of the monk. At length arrived the night of trial. Trophies of punishment and death decorated the lofty walls, which were but faintly visible in the mist of torchlight. The nobles, the prelates, and the distinguished commoners took their seats. At the head of the long table, on a superb elevated chair, sat Barbaro, as the representative of Berodsko, supported on either side by six judges, clad in the costume of their judicial robes. Berodsko sat on the side, that he might not be considered as a judge, in a cause which involved his brother's life, and that he might give his testimony to the court. Thrice did the herald summon to appear all those who were in behalf of the king or the prisoner, then to be tried. (To be continued.) own granary, stored with good for his fellow creatures; when the tale of misfortune opened the one, his hand was always ready to unlock the other: the neighbors respected him; his servants loved him, and his cattle even knew thir kind master, for there was not a cow within her com forts, nor a pig without his perquisites of pease and porridge: his mind was a noble pasture, on which hundreds of poor had fed. Farmer Clover was an Isle of White man and, tho' a little provincial, his dialect will serve to shew that the language of the heart may be always understood. One day, the good farmer observed a horse of his team a little lame his son Bob was driving. Odd ratt'n, poor thing, be'nt lame, be't? It be lame sure enough. Wo! Wo!! gently, Bob. Odd ratt'e, if you driv'um hard, I'll lick'e, I wull: tak'n hoam, poor thing, tak'n hoam.? Such a heart had honest Clover. Living on the Portsmouth road, About six months after the death of honest Farmer Clover, the Arethusa frigate was paid off at Portsmouth. Bill Gasket, a thorough-bred seaman, and captain of the forecastle, and honest Teddy O'Rosin, Jack of the bread room, and fiddler to the ships company, agreed, that as soon as they should have done at the pay table, they would go on board a one-horse chaise for a cruise on a rowing commission. Bill was to Cun this, as they cal led it, foreign rigged vessel, and Teddy was to steer. Bill did his part like a seaman; • Steady -port a little-starboard-steady as you go now,' and every now and then Bill made his messmate haul in the starboard or larboard 6 fore-top sail braces: for so he cal led the reins. They had not proceeded far on their craise, before Bill hollowed out, 'Avast, I say, shipmate, shorten sail will ye, and get ready the best bower. Spilt me but I know the looming of the land hereabouts. Let me see: the church and the finger post in one, that 'll do. Do you know, Teddy, that about three years ago I brought up in a hard gale under bare poles, in a snug roakstead to leward; an honest farmer, who lived somewhere about three points on the leebow, finding the ship on short allowance supplied me with plenty of fresh beef and soft tommy. Split me I must go and see him. It shall never be said that an English Tar is ungrateful. Make the signal for a Pilot, Teddy; back the main-top sail; stand clear of the cable; let go the anchor. Bill now hailed a countryman then passing by; I say, ship-mate, tell us a good birth to moor hereabouts, will ye? the countryman only answered Nan?' as did several others. By my soul,' cried Teddy, but a jontleman might as well now be cast away amongst a parcel of savages on an uninhabited island.' Presently Bill moored the chaise to a tree; though in fact, he had no occasion to be afraid of the horse running away, for their animal had the contrary habitit was very fond of standing stock still. At length the two shipmates drew near the farmers house and found a crowd of the neighbours collected round the door. "Halloa!" cried bill, all hands to muster, I see. I say shipmate," to a country boy, "what's going on here?" the boy answered that poor farmer Clover was dead, and that there was an execution in his house, and a distress for rent from the landlord. "Shiver my timbers!', cried Bill, "stand clear the gang way here-scaldings -I stand for no repays-Farmer Clover dead, and his poor widow in distress, dam'me that's too much!" Bill was presently in the parlour kitchen, where he found the poor disconsolate widow surrounded by her little ones, all of them in tears, except one, who Tay smiling in its cradle, unconscious of the pelting storm of adversity. The good woman did not recollect the honest tar, although, while her husband had furnished his pocket, she had filled his belly. Two officers were seated at the table, taking an inventory; two ravenous hard-hearted brutes surly and rapacious. Bill stood scratching his headun der the side of his chip hat, taking an observationof all that was going on. At length he spoke to one of the officers: "I say shipmate, whose watch is it on deck? Who's at the helm here? how's the weather? rather squally or so -the wind right in our teeth 2 heavy sea from the offing, and the breakers close under the lee; what's to be done, hey? "Done! what's that to you? mind your own business, that's all," answered the officer, going on at thesame same very coolly to complete the inventory. And pray now,' cried teddy, "do you mean to be civil or not, by that impertinent answer of yours, honey?" "I say Old Beachy," continued Bill, "why you seem to be getting on eleven knots an hour. Cone, come, none of your half laughs and quarter grins, tell us how the course lies, will ye?" "I tell you again, "tis nothing to you," replied the offi |