uttered a
dreadful shriek, threw herself on the body, and instantly expired. The
king and his attendants, much surprized at not seeing them return,
ascended the mountain, and found the youth fast locked in the arms of
the princess. By command of her father they were buried on the spot in a
marble coffin, and the mountain still retains the name of "The Two
Lovers." Around their tomb the ground exhibits an unceasing verdure; and
hither the whole country resort for the most valuable herbs employed in
medicine, which owe their origin to the contents of the marvellous
vial.[77]

No. VII.--YWONEC.

There lived once in Britain a rich old knight, lord of Caerwent, a city
situated on the river Duglas. He had married, when far advanced in
years, a young wife of high birth, and transcendant beauty, in hopes of
having an heir; but when, at the end of seven years, this hope was
frustrated, he locked her up in his strong castle, under the care of his
sister, an aged widow lady, of great devotion and asperity of temper.
His own amusements were confined to the chace; those of his sister to
thumbing the Psalter, and chanting its contents: the young lady had no
solace but tears. One morning in April, when the birds began to sing the
songs of love, the old gentleman had risen early, and awakened his
sister, who carefully shut the doors after him, while he sallied forth
for the woods, and his young wife began her usual lamentations. She
execrated the hour when she was born, and the fatal avarice of her
parents, for having united her to an old, jealous tyrant, afraid of his
own shadow, who debarred her even from going to church. She had heard
the country round her prison was once famed for adventures; that young
and gallant knights used to meet, without censure or impediment,
beautiful and affectionate mistresses; but her lot was endless misery
(for her tyrant was certainly immortal), unless the supreme Disposer of
events should, by some miracle, suspend the listlessness of her
existence. She had scarcely finished this ejaculation, when the shadow
of a bird, which nearly intercepted all the light proceeding from the
narrow window of her room, arrested her attention, and a falcon of the
largest size flew into the chamber, and perched at the foot of her bed.
While she gazed, it gradually assumed the figure of a young and handsome
knight. She started, changed colour, and drew a veil over her face, but
still gazed and listened, with some