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and perfectly secure, if he had been sober, but in his present state, it was very dangerous for him to attempt to

cross it.

“ We now hurried forward, but before we came up to him, he was more than half way over. He will get across with safety' (said I); but I had scarcely uttered the words, when his foot slipped, and he fell into the water.

" Tomaso is but and indifferent swimmer, but he darted forward with the rapidity of lightening, and plunged in after Vincentio : for some moments I trembled for the life of my son, for the stream was very broad and deep; but my fears were soon dispelled, by his bringing the insensible Vincentio in his arms to the opposite side. For some time we thought that Vincentio was actually dead, at last he shewed signs of life, but the fright had affected him so much, that when he recovered, he was unable to walk, and we were obliged to support him to the nearest cottage; he recovered himself sufficiently to express his gratitude to Tomaso, and we did not leave him for some time.”

Jacques ceased, tut Montalva remained silent; the peasant's simple tale had indeed created the bitterest reflections in his breast, he could not but approve of the magnanimity which led the young

rustic to risk his own life to preserve his rivals, but the involuntary comparison which he drew between Tomaso's conduct and his own, at once mortified his pride and stung his conscience. He started up abruptly, and haughtily desired to know, whether Jacques could shew him the road to Madrid. Jacques, with great readiness, said he would attend him, and the count with hasty steps quitted the cottage, where he had received a lesson that he was not destined soon to forget. In a short time they approached the city, and Montalva, liberally re

warded his conductor, whom he disa missed ; Jacques would have attended him into the town, but the count sternly told him that he chose to proceed alone, and the peasant quitted him with many thanks for the liberality which he so ungraciously bestowed.



MONTALVA could not banish from his mind the story which he had heard at the cottage, and the more he thought of it the more troublesome the re. proaches of his conscience became.

Yet, why, (said he, mentally), should the foolish action of this romantic peasant disturb me? D'Rosonio was indeed what the world calls my friend, but he had robbed me of happiness ; but for him, love and fortune would have showered upon me their choicest favours ; hę stept between me and both; how know I, that he did not

seek to gain the affections of the weak, wavering Bianca, merely that he might make a parade of his generosity in not availing himself of her folly; but if I eyen suppose him innocent, yet was the injury to me the same ; and through his means,

I was destined to remain for life a beggar; could I bear such a lot? No, priestcraft may call my killing him a crime, but reason tells me, that from his death only could I derive the means to live.”

Vainly did the count endeavour by these and similar arguments, to stifle the emotions of remorse, which the good actions of Tomaso had so poignantly, revived in his mind; he lost the pleasure that he had enjoyed in viewing the city, and hoping relief from change of scene: he was about to leave it, when an incident happened which detained him some time longer.

Returning home late one night, he perceived two cavaliers engaged in combat, they fought with the greatest

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