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For moment neither stirred but pres
emily shudder seemed to pass through the
frame Of Clifford-he trembled, tottered,
and turning last fond and agonising look
toward his distant home, he fell to the
ground bloody corpse.


PART vIII.--THE MANIAC.
Distracted In phrenzy Her reason too weak
To Withstand such conflict of passion and fear;
Abandond its throne--o'er her once blooming cheek
Came the pale hue of death with loud piercing


shrek


She swoond in convusive despair
And now, DER the scenes of her childhood forsaking
All pleasure and mirth, she maniac goes;
A wanderer wretched Of grief deeply partaking;
While in tears Of deep sorrow her heart if break
Unbosoms its keenly felt woes.


FRem A MS. POEM.
1t was evening fine, balmy evening,
and the one upon which Clifford was to
have returned home. Not far from his
mansion, seated upon moss-coyered rock,
near the river side, sat the fond Maria, hav-
ing her son playing beside her, gazing on
the great luminary sinking to repose in his
sky y-curtained couch, and musing on past
delights. She preferred the soft, serene,