The enchantress summons to a splendid hall: ---- ---- In gay festoons around Bloom'd many a wreath with rose and myrtle crown'd. --The nymphs, who late encompassing their queen Round her bright throne, like hov'ring clouds were seen, Now range themselves to wind the magic dance; The magic dance of pow'r, the dead to raise, Or draw embodied spirits down to gaze; Now pair by pair, now groupe by groupe unite, The loveliest forms in thousand folded light. SOTHEBY'S OBERON. Before the day arrived which had been fixed for Lady Eltondale's ball, to which Selina alluded in her letter to Mrs. Galton, a note from Lord Osselstone was received by the Viscountess, desiring her commands to Vienna, and informing her, that he and his nephew purposed immediately commencing a tour to the continent they had long meditated. Selina felt almost relieved by the certainty of Mordaunt's absence, for she still felt a degree of painful embarrassment in his presence, though she had taught herself no longer to expect any attention, and scarcely even recognizance from him in public. Nor was she much more at ease in the society of Lord Osselstone. Whenever he was near her, whatever might be his apparent occupation, she still felt an indescribable consciousness, that she was the object of his peculiar attention. Sometimes a sort of reflected sensation in her own eye led her to believe, that his was fixed upon her; though often, when this feeling made her look round to meet his glance, she would perceive it was directed elsewhere. At other times, if engaged in conversation, when she had no idea whatever of his proximity, she would discover, by some casual observation, that he had heard all she had said; and his Lordship would then continue the discourse, be it what it might, in the strain best adapted to the moment; for Lord Osselstone particularly excelled in the talent of conversation:--he could-- "Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of the minute."