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MARY; a Fragment.
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furious and ſcreaming: the memory of his crimes purſued him, and his reaſon was never reſtored.

The obſequies of the deceaſed were celebrated with due ſolemnity: holy requiems were chanted over their remains; and pious prieſts preferred oriſons for their eternal repoſe. Albert, unable to ſuſtain the weight of misfortune, forſook the habitation of his anceſtors; and, expoſing his old age to the fatigues of a pilgrimage, ſought the holy land, and there paſſed the remainder of his days in a monaſtery.



MARY.

A Fragment, from the Monthly Cabinet.

The caſtle-clock ſtruck one; the night was dark, drear, and tempeſtuous. Henry ſet in an antique chamber of it, over a wood fire, which, in the ſtupor of contemplation, he had ſuffered to decreaſe into a few half lifeleſs embers; on the table by him lay the portrait of Mary; the features of which were not very perfectly diſcloſed by a taper that juſt glimmered in the ſocket. He took up the portrait, however, and gazed intenſely upon it, till the taper, ſuddenly burning brighter, diſcovered to him a phenomenon, he was no leſs terrified than ſurpriſed at. The eyes of the portrait moved; the feature, from an angelic ſmile, changed to a look of ſolemn ſadneſs; a tear Hole down each cheek, and the boſom palpitated as with ſighing.

Again the clock ſtruck one–it had ſtruck the ſame hour but ten minutes before. Henry heard the caſtle gate grate on its hinges it–ſlammed too–the clock ſtruck one again; and a deadly groan echoed through the caſtle. Henry was not ſubject to ſuperſtitious fears; nei-