The blue mist at length disappeared--the murmur of hollow voices died away--all was silent again save the beach-wave and the moaning of the wind through the caverns of the ruin. He began to think he had imagined the scene, and was just about to quit his hiding-place, when suddenly the vapour issued again, and, thunder-struck with astonishment and admiration, he beheld a female figure slowly rising from the vault like a spirit from earth’s tomb on its way to immortal blessedness! she was lightly clad--lightly enough to betray a form of beauty, half-woman, half-child, that he had never before contemplated, even in his dreams! It was loveliness even beyond his ideal conceptions, and seemed to be of that age when childhood usually gives her last portion of innocence to youth, and fearfully resigns her little charge to approaching maturity. She ascended, with the rapidity of a winged creature, up a curtain-wall that shut out the northern view of the lake from the interior of the castle, when, having gazed long and wistfully (as he thought) upon the dim sail of his little bark in the hazy distance, she descended with the same careless activity, to a mound of ivy and wild flowers that sprung up spontaneously in the ruin, like sweet, but unbidden recollections of happy days gone by in a broken heart. THE SCARBOROUGH TRAGEDY. Giving an Account how Susan Forster, a Farmer’s only Daughter, near Scarborough, was seduced by Mr Robert Sanders, a Naval Officer, under promise of Marriage. How she became Pregnant, and the wicked hardened, and cruel Wretch appointed to meet her at a well-known retired spot, which she unhappily did, and was basely Murdered by him, and buried under a Tree, and of the wonderful manner in which this base Murder was brought to light, and he was committed to Gaol. Young virgins fair of beauty bright, And you that are of Cupid’s fold, Unto my tragedy give ear, For it’s as true as e’er was told. In Yorkshire, liv’d a virgin fair, A farmer’s only daughter dear, And young sea-captain did her ensnare, Whose station was her father near. Susannah was this maiden’s name, The flower of all that country, This officer a courting came, Begging that she his love would be. Her youthful heart to love inclin’d, Young Cupid bent his golden bow, And left his fatal dart behind, Which prov’d Susannah’s overthrow. Ofttimes at evening she would repair, Close to the borders of the sea, Her treach’rous love would meet her there, The time it passed most pleasantly, And while they walked the sea-banks over, To mark the flowing of the tide, He said he’d be her constant lover And vow’d that she should be his bride.