he knew me to be no slave! But I must leave this afflicting subject; alas! the daughter of Princes was not the meet price for treason, nor to be bartered as the base pledge of un hallowed pacts! But, farewell, young and brave Englishman! thou hast been my saviour! farewell! and it may be for ever!" She held forth her hand from one of the folds of the muslin screen, and he respectfully approached to press it to his lips; but he felt it's trembling, and too-speaking agitation; and what will not the perception in such case vividly comprehend? Drawing it gently on, the little elegant form of its possessor was bent forward, and through the faint muslin curtain, he caught the sobs of this lovely and mysterious creature, as her head sank for an instant upon his arm. "Twas but for an instant, a brief, too fleeting instant; the hand was suddenly withdrawn, and a retiring step sped to the farthest recess of the tent. All was then mute silence, save the whisper of females, and the low murmur of suppressed weeping; and Raymond rushed from the scene

with emotions, which, but a few days before, he would have scoffed at the ideal possibility of his ever suffering.

The next day a Palankeen, escorted by peons and several armed men, and well attended, moved off to the westward. It's course was intended to be kept secret, but the destination had transpired, and rumour confidently asserted it to be the distant city of Lucknow. For the whole day Raymond quitted not his tent; and, in the evening, hastily calling for his horse, as if madness and sudden resolve had prompted the order, he sprang into the saddle, and at full speed fled from the camp in the same direction as that pursued by the little party of the morning. He returned again only on the third day, pale, wan, and haggard, seeming the very victim of crushed hope, and of the successless result of some rash daring; the passionate and unavailing effort of despairing emotion. But whatever had occurred, the heart of Raymond, with all it's wildness and romance, was too noble to have caused a single

his own peace might have sustained, or whatever in after life his painful recollections of the past.

The Detachment now returned to it's station, and the young officer frankly revealed the eventful circumstances of the rescue to his immediate superior; but, as expected, no appeal, no representation, nor complaint, ever reached our authorities from Nepaul!

Years, many years had past, and the age of Raymond had grown to maturer manhood. He had in that time married a fair relation of his own, and held a responsible and honourable Staff appointment at one of the larger stations, not very distant from Oude; when he was one morning surprised, by his infant child returning home from it's accustomed airing, with a most splendid and costly necklace of diamonds placed upon it's neck by two strangers, who were afterwards traced to have been servants from the Court of Lucknow : and Raymond's heart, like that of Ivanhoe

towards the beautiful Jewess, doubtless beat for a time more tumultuously than would have been gladly sanctioned by his beloved wife, when he discovered with the necklace, a string of pearls, the string he had once returned! and read on a small ornament also attached, this couplet in Arabic:

"Thou art remember'd!

Frown not! my prayers but tell it!"

VOL. I.

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MYSELF.

Nothing is more foolish, than for a man to talk of himself, MISS PORTER.

IT has frequently been particularly amusing to me to listen to the sage surmises as to who is the real Simon Pure, the veritable BENGALEE of these lucubrations.* I have heard a hundred different guesses, and if any of them may claim peculiar merit, it is simply that they are more ludicrously, more amusingly wide of the mark, than their neighbours. One man, who appear to be deep in the mystery, confidently affirms that he has it "from the best authority; from a channel that would

* These papers appeared originally in the Calcutta weekly Oriental Observer.'