Oh! that I had the wings of a dove that I might flee away and be at rest. So prayed the Psalmist to be free From mortal bonds and earthly thrall ; Full oft the heart-breathed prayer of all ; And we, when life's last sands we rove, While hearts are young and hopes are high, Its sights are beauty to the eye, Its sounds are music to the ear: Would flee away and be at rest. Is ours fair woman's angel smile, All bright and beautiful as day? Time steals the rose and dims the ray; She wanders to the Spirit's land, And we with speechless grief opprest, As o'er the faded form we stand, And life is but a wintery waste, J. M. RETRIBUTION. A TALE. It was a bright autumnal evening, and I had carelessly flung the reins upon my horse's neck, whilst wrapped in perturbed and interrupted reveries, I traversed the wild and almost interminable sands on the north-west coast of England. On my left, a succession of low sand-hills, drifted by the partial and unsteady blast, skirted the horizon,— their summits marked, in an undulating and scarce broken outline, upon the red and lowering sky. Behind them, I could hear the vast and busy waters rolling onwards like the voice of the coming tempest.-Here and there some rude and solitary hut rose above the red hillocks, bare and unprotected. Not having any object at hand of known dimensions from which to estimate their real magnitude, my eye sometimes exaggerated these forms upon my mind into almost gigantic proportions. As twilight advanced the deception increased, and starting occasionally from a keen and lacerating thought, I beheld some huge and turreted fortress, or pile of misshapen battlements rising from beyond the hills, like the grim castles of romance, or the air-built edifices of fairy land. Night was fast closing in upon me. I was alone, out of the beaten track, and a perfect stranger in this deserted and thinly peopled region. The road, if such it might be called, threading the mazes through an infinite accumulation of low hills, and consisting of a loose and even shifting bed of dry sand, grew every yard more and more perplexed, and I soon found that I had only the superior sagacity of my steed on which to depend for safety, and eventual extrication from this perilous labyrinth. Had it been broad day-light, there appeared no object by which I could have directed my course,-no mark by which I might have ascertained whether or not my path was in a right line or a circle. I seemed to be rambling through an interminable succession of wide amphitheatres, formed by the sand hills, every one bearing so great a resemblance to its neighbour that I could not recognize any decided features whereon to found a distinct impression of their individuality. Night now came on heavy and dark. Not a star was visible. I seemed to have passed the habitations of men; whichever way I turned not a light was perceptible,—all token of fellowship with my kind had vanished, no sound save the heavy plunge of my horse's feet, and the hollow moan of the sea broke the unvarying stillness that oppressed me. I was by this time perfectly roused from my lethargy, and painfully conscious of the perils by which I was surrounded. The wind rustled amongst the dry bent and rushes thinly scattered through my track, and I gazed, expecting some horrible form to start from the grim void, when suddenly a distant shout came on the blast ;— -I listened, -again it was audible, and evidently more distinct, at the same time indicating a nearer and more rapid approach. Presently the voice seemed to rise over a low hill to my left, in the direction of the sea, and appeared to descend with surprising rapidity immediately opposite to where I stood. My blood froze an icy chill crept over me as the words rung in my ear'Murder! murder !'-It was not like any sound partaking of humanity, but an unearthly, and if I may so express it, a sepulchral scream, like a voice from the grave, or what might be imagined arising from some vault, M as the chasm opened, and the grim tenants shrieked horribly from their rolling sleep. The voice was now rapidly approaching,—the same appalling word, but in deeper and more terrific accents. I silently committed myself to the protection of heaven, and awaited the fearful moment when this terrible visitant should pass by. I felt a degree of comparative composure from the assurance that I was in the keeping of a Power whose greatness can only be exceeded by his willingness and capacity to save. Yet, it was a condition of intense agony, an anticipation that almost prevented the free exercise of the bodily functions. I appeared to labour for breath,— my brain throbbed wildly, in rapid and irregular pulses. Vivid corruscations flashed across my eyes from the rush of the vital fluids in that direction. They still, however, continued fixed on the spot from whence the sound seemed to issue, now too evidently advancing towards the precise situation in which I stood. Still no form was perceptible betokening any connexion with this supernatural visitant, for such I felt confident it was, nor voice, nor motion, save the yell of murder repeated in pauses of short but uncertain duration. The invisible phantom still approached, and the space between us was, as I now conceived, diminished to a very short distance. I clung closer to my steed; nature, recoiling from the contact, prompted me instinctively to attach myself to any thing that had life. I felt a temporary relief even from the presence of this poor animal, who I could distinctly perceive shuddering yet fixed to the spot, apparently unable to resist the influence of some terrible fascination that bound him. The voice was now within a very few paces of me,—the horrible moment was at hand. Alone I had to cope with the EVIL ONE. Perchance the doomed victim of some diabolical agency. Almost in my ear the stunning yell now rushed, and I felt the clammy breath of the grave creep across my face. The vision rose, apparently ascended from the very place whereon I stood, and the cry came with more intense agony the higher it proceeded,— more sharp and vehement was the shriek of murder. Emboldened by its apparent recession, or inspired by some higher intelligence with addi tional courage, I summoned up sufficient energy to cry out with a loud voice, Where in the name of -.' Scarcely had I uttered the last word when a loud rushing cleft the air, and a stunning crash followed, as of some heavy body falling at my feet. The horse burst from his bonds, galloping off at full speed. I stood alone. Whether it was the stupor arising from excess of terror, or something more akin to courage, by which I was impelled, I cannot now determine, but in this appalling extremity I approached the object of my fears. I bent to the ground. I stretched out my hand, and my finger rested on the cold and clammy features of a corpse! I well remember a deep groan bursting from my lips. Nature had attained to the extremity of endurance. I felt a sudden return of blood to the heart, and fell beside my ghastly companion, as helpless, and probably as insensible. I have no means of ascertaining the duration of this torpor, but with returning recollection I again put out my hand, and again it rested on the cold and almost naked carcase beside me. I felt roused by the touch, and, starting on my feet, the moon at this instant emerged from a dark pile of clouds, streaming full on the features of a blood-stained carcase, pale and distorted as if by some horrible death. Terror prompted me to fly. I ran as if the wind had lent me its wings, not daring to look back lest the grisly form I had just left should be in pnrsuit. I fled to a considerable distance, the moon just enabling me to follow the beaten track which, to my great relief, brought me suddenly at the turn of a high bank, within sight of a huge fire, gleaming fiercely from the narrow window belonging to a hedge alehouse. Bursts of hilarity broke from the interior. The voice of revelry and glee came upon my ear, and I started like one just waking from some hideous dream. It was as if I had heard the dead laugh in their cold cerements. The boisterous roar of their mirth made me shudder, as I stept across the threshold, and by the astonishment and alarm visible in the countenances of the guests, my appearance seemed to present something as terrible to their apprehensions. Probably from the pallid hue and wildness of my features, marked with an expression of horror I tried in vain to subdue, they imagined I had either seen a ghost or came there for the purpose of imparting some disastrous and unwelcome intelligence. Every eye became intently fixed upon me, as I took my seat by a vacant table, and I heard whisperings, with suspicious glances occasionally directed towards the place where I sat. The company now beginning to get the better of their consternation, were evidently not pleased at so unseasonable an interruption of their mirth. I made an effort to speak, and with difficulty succeeded in making them comprehend the cause of my alarm, at the same time carefully concealing the supernatural incidents that accompanied the discovery. I requested their assistance in removing the body, promising, if possible, to conduct them to the very spot where the wretched victim was thrown. They stared at each other during this dreadful announcement, and at the conclusion I found every one giving his neighbour credit for the requisite portion of courage, but at the same time declining to participate in the peril of the undertaking. 'Gilbert, ye tow'd me ye stood i' the kirk-yard with your shoon-bottoms upmost, to look for the wench ye were to wed through the windows,-Ise sure 'at ye'll make no bawk at a bogle.' 'Luk thee, Jem, I connot face the dead, but I winna show my back to a live fist, the best an' biggest i' a' the country side. Wilt smell my laddy?' Gilbert, mortified at the proposed test of his prowess, raised his clenched hand in a half-threatening attitude, and a serious quarrel might have commenced, had not a sudden stop been put to the belligerents by an interesting girl stepping before me, and modestly inquiring where I had left the corpse, offering at the same time to accompany me herself, if these puissant cowards could not muster sufficient courage. Shame on ye, Will, she cried, directing her speech to a young man who sat in the shadow of the projecting chimney, ye did'nt use to be o'erfaced man, by a hard word or two; Ise going, follow that dare!' Saying this she took down a huge horn lanthorn, somewhat dilapidated in the outworks, and the semi-transparent material burnt in various hieroglyphical devices, causing a most unprofitable privation of light. A bonnet and cloak was drawn hastily on, when, surrendering the creaking vessel into my care, she paused for a moment, to examine the state of the weather ere she felt herself in readiness to depart. During these ominous preparations, a smart sailor-like looking man, whose fear of incurring his mistress's displeasure had probably overcome his reluctance to the encounter, stepped between me and the girl, and, taking her arm, crustily told me if I could lead the way he was prepared to follow. Rather an intricate undertaking for a stranger, who scarcely recollected whether his way lay right or left after crossing the very threshold. Thus admirably capacitated for a guide, I agreed to make |