morial, with the documents attached to it, was forwarded to the Spanish court by special express from the Portuguese premier. By these letters it appeared, that the high dignity of the person impeached by this statement of facts, had not been sufficient to screen him from a very serious and complete investigation: in the course of which facts had been so clearly brought home to him by the confession of his several agents, and the testimony of the deceased Leonora's attendants, together with her own written declarations, whilst the poison was in operation, that though no public sentence had been executed upon the criminal, it was generally understood he was either no longer in existence, or in a situation never to be heard of any more, till roused by the awakening trump he shall be summoned to his tremendous last account. As for the unhappy widower, it was fully signified to him from authority, that his return to Spain, whether upon exchange or parole, would be no longer opposed, nor had he any thing to apprehend on the part of government when he should there arrive. The same was signified in fewer words to the exculpated Pedrosa.

Whether Don Manuel de Casafonda will in time to come avail himself of these overtures time alone can prove. As for Nicolas, whose prize-money has set him up in a comfortable little shop in Duke's-place, where he breathes the veins and cleanses the bowels of his Israelitish brethren, in a land of freedom and toleration,

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his merry heart is at rest, save only when, with fire in his eyes, and vengeance on his tongue, he anathematizes the inquisition, and struts into the synagogue every sabbath with as bold a step and as erect a look as if he was himself high priest of the temple, going to perform sacrifice upon the re-assembling of the scattered tribes.

A SOLDIER'S GRATITUDE.

And this is woman's fate :--

All her affections are called into life

By winning flatteries, and then thrown back
Upon themselves to perish, and her heart,

Her trusting heart, filled with weak tenderness,
Is left to bleed or break.
Anon. (L. E. L.)

"No, by the memory of my forefathers," exclaimed Sir Henry Macdonald, I will show no mercy. What! shall the loyal house of Macdonald be reproached with succouring Jacobites? Spare none give no quarter whatever. They-the merciless invaders of the crown and constitution of their country, seek for refuge in the bosom of its staunch defenders?"

"From their appearance, Sir Henry, I should consider they came rather in a hostile, than a suppliant character," replied the young Evan Douglas.

“They! a scanty handful-a beggarly epitome of a regiment-coming with hostile intentions! In sooth, perhaps, to put to flight our gallant adherents-drive off what little cattle they have left us, and perhaps take

you, with Flora and myself, prisoners of war! Do you not tremble already Evan?"

"The gambler, Sir Henry, will not give up the last stake, till he finds the board cleared and his pocket empty. And thus it is with them: their cause is already lost, and, were it not for the infatuation that blinds their eyes, they would see there was not a hope remaining."

"The rebel scouts! more true blood has been lost through their wilful folly, than ever bled for the noblest cause that strung the nerves of a soldier! Yes, Allan James, 'tis not a father's weakness that mourns for thy memory-for his greatest pride was, that ye both should die in the cause of your country. That hope! God knows, has been gratified. But why stand we here— their blood-no, the cause of our king demands that all who have participated in their our country's wrongs, should be exterminated from the earth. Where have the rebels taken up their quarters?"

"To the right of the pass of Glenamure, and flanked by the woods of St. Aubleyn."

'Well, there we 'll give them welcome, and a warm one too, I peradventure."

It was noon-day when the coutending foes met. The loyalists were greatly superior, both in regard to numbers, ammunition, and discipline, to the enthusiastic adherents of the pretender. The latter seemed to be actuated by the feeling, that on the issue of that skirmish depended all their hope of future prosperity. The situation they

had chosen was by no means favourable, and everything seemed to go against them from the first, and yet the contest remained for a considerable time extremely doubtful. The followers of James knew that death was the worst that could befall them, as the chances of escape led to a punishment far more terrible, while the hope of victory animated every nerve, and made each so bold in imaginary strength, that they met the foe with incredible alacrity. And well they might-for they felt the die was about to be thrown on which their hope depended.→→ "Let us conquer or perish," said one to the other; and they dealt with all around them with a desperation so heightened by despair, as to confound and terrify their enemy.

But all their bravery and determination could not compete against superior numbers. Their ammunition had been long expended, and they had nothing but their broad swords to wield against the powerful artillery of the loyalists. Incompatible as their weapons were, they made terrific havoc in the enemy's ranks. But it was to no purpose-not a discharge took place, but a chasm followed in their little army, till they were reduced to so small a number that it was suicide to attempt any further resistance. The two first in command had already fallen, and one field officer, quite a youth, only remained out of Desperate as his si

the number that entered the field.

tuation was, he at first determined to throw himself on the enemy's sabres, till the remembrance that he still