"What would'st thou with me?"-cried the author of ill,. But the wretched young man was filent ftill; Not a word had his lips the power to say, And his marrow feem'd to be melting away. -"What would't thou with me?"-the third time, he cries, And a flash of lightning came from his eyes; And he lifted his griffin-claw in the air, And the young man had not strength for a prayer. His eyes with a furious joy were poffefs'd, No. No. XXX. RUDIGER. ROBERT SOUTHEY, the Divers Princes and Noblemen being assembled in a beautiful and fair palace, which was situate upon the river Rhine, they beheld a boat, or small barge, make toward the shore, drawn by a Swan in a silver chain, the one end fastened about her neck, the other to the vessel; and in it an unknown Soldier, a man of a comely personage and graceful presence, who stepped upon shore; which done, the boat, guided by the swan, left him, and floated down the river. This man fell afterwards in league with a fair gentlewoman, married her, and by her had children. After some years the same swan came with the same barge, unto the same place; the soldier entering into it, was carried thence the way he came, left wife, children, and family, and was never seen amongst them after. many Now who can judge this to be other than one of those spirits that are named Incubi? says Thomas Heywood. I have adopted his story, but not his solution, making the unknown soldier not an evil spirit, but one who had purchased happiness of a malevolent being, by the promised sacrifice of his firft-born child. BRIGHT on the mountain's heathy flope. The day's laft fplendours fhine, Gleam gaily on the Rhine. And And many a one from Waldhurst's walls Along the river ftrol'd, As ruffling o'er the pleasant stream So as they stray'd, a fwan they faw Whose streamer to the gentle breeze With arching creft, and fwelling breast, The little boat came on. And onward to the fhore they drew, And leapt to land the knight, Was never a knight in Waldhurft's walls Could with this stranger vie; Was never youth at aught efteem'd When Rudiger was by. Was Was never a maid in Waldhurft's walls Might match with Margaret, Her cheek was fair, her eyes were dark, Her filken locks like jet. And many a rich and noble youth At every tilt and tourney he His gallant feats, his looks, his love, Like morning dreams of happiness Yet Rudiger would fometimes fit Abforb'd in filent thought, And his dark downward eye would feem With anxious meaning fraught; But foon he raised his looks again, And fmiled his cares away, And mid the hall of gaiety Was none like him so gay. And onward roll'd the waning months, And Margaret her Rudiger Hail'd with a father's name. But filently did Rudiger The little infant fee, And darkly on the babe he gazed, And when to blefs the little babe Then did the cheek of Rudiger. And on his clammy forehead ftood The cold convulfive dew; And, faltering in his fpeech, he bade The priest the rites delay, Till he could, to right health restored, When |