“Then you deem her whom you saw beside me on the rock one of those visionary beings you mention?” asked Lucy, looking at him steadily, to learn if he were in earnest, and an arch smile curling on her mouth, and sparkling in her eyes, when she perceived that he had spoken seriously. “What else can I think of one who hath scarce the weight of a feather, is transparent as a cloud, and dissolveth in a moment into air?” Lucy Ellet here laughed outright. But instantly checking herself and looking grave, she replied in a mysterious tone, “I have, indeed, a strange associate in yonder lady of the mist. And you positively decline an introduction to her?” “I did not think thou would’st thus seek to destroy others as well as thyself, Miss Ellet. Is it through thine influence that thy sister has been made acquainted with the evil spirit?” “Oh, thou fearest for her, dost thou?” said Lacy, mischievously seizing the opportunity of turning the conversation. “Thou wouldst have her kept stainless from sin in order that she may be thine when thou art a man, eh, Frank? Nay, you need not blush, though you see I read your heart.” Stanley’s thoughts were now completely diverted from the first topic of conversation, and talking on indifferent subjects, Lucy Ellet and himself entered the village. [_To be continued._ * * * * * URIEL. BY HENRY B. HIRST. A HAUGHTY, high-born maiden was the Lady Uriel, With stately step, majestic mien and royal falcon eyes, Whose glory scintillated like auroras in the skies. She sat her steed, and held her hawk, and ruled her father’s board, Among her maidens, like a queen; and all her noble guests Swore fealty to her beauty, and obeyed her least behests. From East to West, from North to South, the wonder of her charms Had been the theme of troubadours, who sang, with many sighs, The splendor of her beauty and the grandeur of her eyes. From East and West, from North and South, came many a gay gallánt, Like pilgrims to Jerusalem, to worship at her shrine; And each one swore that song did wrong to beauty so divine. All day in panoply of steel these young chivalrous knights Strove gracefully and gallantly in deeds of bold emprise, Seeking to call down sunny smiles from her imperial eyes. All night, beneath the icy orbs of the unheeding moon, The invisible breath of music filled the castle’s gray arcades; But Uriel’s heart replied not to her lovers’ serenades. Some sought her father—paladins, whose names for centuries Had sparkled, like a necklace, on the snowy bust of fame, With hosts of anxious aspirants who struggled for a name.