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                 THE     TWO     GRENADIERS.-NELLY                LEE.                878
monastery, so overrun with ivy that it was With flickering gold.    Then the door closed
scarcely discernible from the masses of foliage almost, but not quite, and an arrow of radiance
that~hung over it, was an object of grave curi- shot out upon the night. The hind crept on his
osity to the coQutry people who chanced to pass hands and knees to the crevice through which
near it. Gleams of light brok    e       all, this light fell, and saw an altar brilliant with
pointed windvows, taking a gorgeous richness flowers, and lighted up with a crowd of tapers.
from the painted glass, and lltu    ti   the Before it knelt two people, a youth and a
thick clusers of ivy, ta   clung around the maiden, whose loveliness seemed unearthly,
stone'work, with a singulrly weird effect. A  and over them bent a priest, whose face was
hind, going up from t    forest, saw this sin-  deep shadow; but the light trembled over his
gular illumination, and stopped to gaze upo   s  ed vestments like sunshine on the wings of
it, lost in profound awefor to him it was
miracle of the Virgin, Falling upon   kmoement in the chapel frightened the
he began to pray; but was startled         p  1n           fled away. When he ventured at
of horses passing so near him, th       s       t t    k   ack, the chapel was dark as mid-
a lady's garment swept his face, bigl, and                h     the muffled tramp of horses
for the time. When isit cle                                 a nihborin forest-path.
saw a monk standiug on e  s                                  TO        NUD.)
anda stream of lighit pavn  h    ur   usd
ger thin-
There heard t
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  And the Em
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NELL
rthe the daisies star'd the grss,
d roblns sung on every tree;
ithesome wings th hors id
e golden hours to Nella nd me.
elly Lee !my love for thee
ae no me Spring nor Suner's blooming;
Arness all,cold as the pall, 1
athwhich thy beauty Is comsum1ng.
     niehdbe d itel lote~~l
iet, mny sorrwsere forget-
ras Heaven's own glory to a6dore thee.
Oh! Nelly L
  The sunny
And every jc
  Will mm,
I tread the
  Where yot
And blessed
  Like angel
Oh! Nelly I
  When Aut
Perhaps~A atr
triffing.