eable; they seemed to issue from the corner of an
opposite street, approach the window, and die gently away. It seemed as if
some aerial spirit intended them as a prelude to some piece of music that
he was about to perform. These tones soon became weaker, and at last were
heard no more.

I had the curiosity, soon after the first disturbance, to go to the house
of the deceased, under the pretext of visiting the old lady who had so
faithfully attended him in his last illness. She told me her friend had an
unbounded affection for Antonelli; that he had, for some weeks previous to
his death, talked only of her, and sometimes represented her as an angel,
and then again as a devil. When his illness became serious, his only wish
was to see her before his dissolution, probably in hopes of receiving from
her some kind expression, or prevailing on her to give him some consoling;
proof of her love and attachment. Her obstinate refusal caused him the
greatest torments, and her last answer evidently hastened his end; for,
added she, he made one violent effort, and raising his head, he cried out
in despair, _"No, it shall avail her nothing; she avoids me, but I'll
torment her, though the grave divide us!"_ And indeed the event proved
that a man may perform his promise in spite of death itself.

_Weekly Review._

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UGGOLINO.

MODERNIZED FROM THE "MONK'S TALE" IN CHAUCER.

_(For the Mirror.)_

Of Uggolino, Pisa's hapless Count,
How shall my Muse the piteous tale relate!
Near to that city, on a gentle mount,
There stands a tow'r--within its donjon grate
They lock'd him up, and, dreadful to recount,
With him three tender babes to share his fate!
But five years old the eldest of the three--
Oh! who could rob such babes of liberty!

Doom'd was the Count within that tow'r to die,
Him Pisa's vengeful bishop did oppose;
With covert speech and false aspersions sly
He stirr'd the people, till they madly rose,
And shut him in this prison strong and high;
His former slaves are now his fiercest foes.
Coarse was their food, and scantily supplied,
A prelude to the death these captives died.

And on a luckless day it thus befell--
About their surly jailer's wonted hour
To bring them food, he enter'd not their cell,
But bolted fast their prison's outer door.
This on the County's heart rang like a knell--
Hope was excluded from this grizzly tow'r.