light, a glimpse of Rokeby Castle ; and, lost in his accustomed meditation, became blind to every other object. Bertram was little addicted to contemplation, and not at all disturbed by the fantasms of love or of poetry; but he, too, had found sufficient cause of musing in an appearance, which he knew not whether to refer to his eyes, or to his imagination. Though profoundly wicked, he was superstitious in the extreme; and during his passage through a dark and dreary grove of yews, which long tradition had declared to be haunted, he perceived, or thought he perceived, that his steps were dogged by a most unwelcome and importunate spectre. Was it a goblin-or was it some emissary of the treacherous Oswald? This doubt he proposed, somewhat abruptly, to his astonished companion; but, without waiting for an answer, rushed forward, sword in hand, shouting with all his might, and exerting every muscle to climb the precipice by which he was inclosed.

XIV.
• Wilfrid, all dizzy with dismay,
Views from beneath his dreadful way;
Now to the vak’s warped roots be clings,
Now trusts his weighi to ivy strings ;
Now, like the wild goat, must he dare
An unsupported leap in air;
Hid in the shrubby rain-course now,
You mark him by the crashing bough,
And by his corslet's sullen clank,
And by the stones spurned from the bank,
And by the hawk scared from her nest,
And ravens croaking o'er their guest,
Who deem his forfeit limbs shall pay
The tribute of his bold essay.

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See, he emerges !.-desperate now
All farther course—yon beetling brow,
In craggy nakedness sublime,
What heart or foot shall dare to climb ?
It bears no tendril for his clasp,
Presents no angle to his grasp;
Sole stay his foot may rest upon,
Is yon earth-bedded jetting stone.
Balanced on such precarious prop,
He strains his grasp to reach the top.
Just as the dangerous stretch he makes,
By heaven, his faithless footstool shakes!
Beneath his tottering bulk it bends,
It sways, it loosens, it descends!
And downward holds its headlong way,
Crashing o'er rock and copse-wood spray.

Loud

Loud thunders shake the echoing dell!
Fell it alone ?-alone it fell.
Just on the very verge of fate,
The hardy Bertram's falling weight
He trusted to his sinewy hands,

And on the top unharmed he stands !-p. 74.
Wilfrid, following the beaten path which wound round the rock,
gradually ascended to the gates of Mortham, which he found
wholly untenanted; and observed, at a short distance, the breath-
less and disappointed Bertram, who, with looks of gloomy asto-
nishment, was musing over a gothic sepulchre. At this spot, the
object of his pursuit had suddenly disappeared; whence he infer-
red, and laboured to convince his companion, that within this
tomb, the treasures of Mortham were certainly deposited; and
that the long-hunted fantom was some ghost, especially commis-
sioned to guard them. To the inquiries of Wilfrid respecting the
air and demeanour of the spectre, he unconsciously replied that it
resembled, in every point, the very Mortham whoin he had killed
during the battle. This horrible confession, which the haughty
assassin did not condescend to recal, instantly roused the indigna-
tion of the generous though unwarlike Wilfrid. After a bold defi-
ance he drew his sword, and gallantly rushing on the murderer, at-
tempted to seize and secure him. But the contest was too une-
qual. To wrench the weapon from his hand, and to fell him to
ihe ground, were the work of an instant: and the blow which
would have pierced his heart was already descending, when it was
stopped by the nervous arm of a warrior, who, interposing his
sheathed rapier, and addressing Bertram in a voice which withered
every sinew, bade him depart and abstain from fresh guilt, whilst
time was yet afforded him for repentance. The conscience-stricken
felon, unable to withdraw his eyes from a face which he had never
surveyed but with awe; and which now seemed to him to be in-
vested with supernatural majesty, obeyed the mandate with slow
and silent reluctance ; -and Mortham having first enjoined Wilfrid
to conceal, from all mankind, the secret of his existence, hastily
withdrew into another part of the forest, so as to escape the no-
tice of a troop of horsemen, who now inade their appearance.

The troop was led by Oswald, who, eagerly inquiring why the youth was alone, pale, agitated, and with his drawn sword in his hand, received for answer that he had fought with Bertram, who had avowed himself the murderer of Mortham, and, alarmed by the appearance of the troop, had fled for refuge into the wood. To a father who could not have reasonably expected the preservation of his son, from the fury of his antagonist-to a miser who could as little have anticipated the safety of a treasure which now seemed

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to be secured to him by the escape of his associate in guilt, -thisintelligence was most welcome; and Oswald naturally wished 10. abstain from pursuit of an offender, of whom the seizure might detect his own share in the offence. He therefore affected to doubt the correctness of Wilfrid's assertion, and coldly remarked, that at all events, the rigid prosecution of justice, in times of civil discord, was scarcely attainable. But an opinion thus feebly urged, by him who had the power to command, was immediately set aside at the voice of a young stranger, by whom Oswald was, at that time, accidentally accompanied. His name was Redmond O'Neale, the page and pupil of Rokeby, who, being made prisoner at Marston Moor, had been ordered on his parole to Barnard Castle, and had sent Redmond before him, to announce his arrival. Redmond had been present in the battle; had been immediately opposed to Mortham's corps; had ardently sought an opportunity of engaging in combat with that commander, and had been a spectator of the shot, by which Bertram brought him to the ground. This youth, springing from his horse, and adjuring all who heard him to join in the chase, rushed forward into the wood, followed by Wilfrid, and by the whole troop; whilst the cowardly Oswald, forgotten by his attendants, harassed by remorse, breathless with apprehensions excited by every sound, and leaning his trembling limbs against a tree, stood, an object of surprize and ridicule to the passing rustics. Meanwhile the traces of the fugitive became less and less distinct; the pursuit appeared soon to be hopeless; the soldiers returned, one by one; and, at length, though after a considerable interval, the fatigued and exhausted Wilfrid, whose report, that Redmond alone continued to persevere in the search, completely dissipated the alarms of Wycliffe. During the march back to Barnard Castle, he explains to his son that, the Redmond whom he had been so earnest to assist, is his rival, the fortunate possessor of Matilda's affection, and of her father's esteem; but urges him to persevere in his suit, and holds out to him the hope, that his mistress may yet be induced to accept his hand, as the means of effecting Rokeby's immediate deliverance.

Canto III. Bertram, accustomed as he was to brave or to elude every species of danger, would have had little to apprehend from the enemies by whom he was pursued, had they been led by Oswald himself, or by the weak and umskilful Wilfrid: but he soon perceived that his utmost strength and agility, aided by all the artifices which he had learnt during a life of robbery and piracy, were barely sufficient to preserve him against the skill and perseverance now exerted against him. Whether he scaled the rocks, or descended into the bed of the torrent, or threaded the most entangled thicket, a step as rapid as his own seemed to follow bim through all his

windings;

windings; one voice, in whatever direction he moved, always startled him by its shouts ; twice, when quite breathless, and compelled to couch beneath the brake, he was touched by the very boughs which were displaced by his persecutor.

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Then Bertram might the bearing trace
Of the bold youth who led the chace,
Who paused to list for every sound,
Climbed every height to look around,
Then rushing on with naked sword,
Each dingle's bosky depths explored.
"T'was Redmond-by the azure eye;

Twas Redmond--by the locks that fly
Disordered from his glowing cheek ;
Mien, face, and form, young Redmond speak,
A form more active, light, and strong,
Ne'er shot the ranks of war along;
The modest, yet the manly mien,
Might grace the court of maiden queen.
A face more fair you well might find,
For Redmond's knew the sun and wind,
Nor boasted, from their tinge when free,
The charm of regularity;
But every feature had the power
To aid the expression of the hour:
Whether gay wit, and humour sly,
Danced laughing in his light blue eye;
Or bended brow, and glance of fire,
And kindling cheek, spoke Erin's ire;
Or soft and saddened glances show
Her ready sympathy with woe;
Or in that wayward mood of mind,
When various feelings are combined,
When joy and sorrow mingle near,
And hope's bright wings are checked by fear,
And rising doubts keep transport down,
And anger lends a short-lived frown;
In that strange mood which maids approve,
Even when they dare not call it love,
With every change his features played,

As aspens shew the light and shade.'--p. 107. But even Redmond was, ultimately, foiled; and Bertram was left to meditate, in perfect security, on the wonders of this eventful morning. That Mortham had fallen, by his hand, in the battle of the preceding day, he was very sure; that the same Mortham (or bis ghost) had dogged his steps through the yew-grove, had disappeared behind the tomb, and had risen from thence to disappoint

ence.

his revenge on Wilfrid, he was disposed to believe; that Oswald had betrayed him, and, with a view to secure the treasure concealed in the sepalchre, had placed an armed force under the command of Redmond for his destruction, he felt perfectly convinced: and, as Mortham, if really living, must be proof against his vengeance, he resolved to direct it, in future, against Oswald, Redmond and Wilfrid. Whilst thus occupied, a dazzling light, which seemed to be reflected from some warlike weapon, flashed across his view: he started up, gazed and listened in vain, relapsed into meditation, and was again roused by the voice of an old comrade, who welcomed him to the banks of Greta. The name of this personage was Guy Denzil; who, having drawn together a band of outlaws, and found a safe retreat for them in a cavern on the opposite side of the river, proposed to abdicate the command of them, in favour of Bertram, whose dauntless spirit could alone secure their obedi

Bertram accepts the offer; is hailed, as their leader, by the confederates in the cavern, and learns, to his surprize, during a secret conference with his friend, that the treasure which he had sought through so much guilt and danger, had been, long since, transferred to Rokeby Hall; that to gain possession of it is Denzil's present object; that he is acquainted with a secret posteru which, when opened by a confederate, whom he has laid a plan for introducing into the mansion, will give them easy access to the interior, and enable them to overpower the servants by whom the treasure is guarded ; and that a spy is actually employed in watching the motions of Matilda, who may, perhaps, be carried off whilst walking at a distance from her attendants, and afford them the means of extorting a large sum for her ransom. This conference is occasionally interrupted by the turbulent mirth of the crew joining in chorus with the voice and harp of a young profligate named Edmund of Winston, whom Denzil points out to Bertram as a promising agent in the prosecution of their schemes. On the arrival of a spy who reports that Matilda, accompanied only by Redmond and Wilfrid, is walking in a sequestered part of the forest, Bertram and Denzil arm themselves, and, with four assos ciates, sally forth in quest of her.

Canto IV. The spy's information was perfectly correct. Matilda had, at this time, much to impart to Redinond and Wilfrid; and Redmond and Wilfrid had, or thought they had, at all times, much to discuss with Matilda. To Wilfrid, as a tried and trusty friend, she assigned a seat on the turf beside her; Redmond placed himself as he thought fit; that is, sufficiently nigh to hear, and join in the conference, and so as to gaze at the object of his affection without awakening her blusbes.

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