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Is this the form,' she made her moan,
That won his praises night and morn ?'
And Ah!' she said, 'but I wake alone,
I sleep forgotten, I wake forlorn.'

Mariana in the South.-TENNYSON.

T required an amount of fortitude which sometimes he found himself well-nigh in want of, to enable O'Malley Oranmore to live his usual outward life amongst his daily companions while he was carrying a secret in his breast which he knew not what chance circumstance might at any moment bring to light.

After the murder of Lady Summervale he was at a loss how to dispose of the objectionable traces remaining in the shape of the uncoffined body, but devices were not sluggish in his keen mind as soon as he had deliberated a little. He did not go near the grove, where the remains were concealed under the branches of trees, until his plan for avoiding detection was adequately prepared. Her voice was silent; that was a grand relief to him; if he could only get rid of the traces of her he would revel in his satisfaction, in the reflection that she was not hindering his designs, and could not hinder them When he did return to the grove it was any more. midst the darkness of the night; and it required some effort of courage to walk thither, to stoop down over that stiff and staring object, once hot flesh and blood, to meet the horrible grinning expression of that wan dead face. But he was stedfast in his purpose, and went to his task sturdily, with his designs matured relative to its successful completion. He travelled by train, and carried with him an empty portmanteau, on the fourth evening after the committal of the deed. He reached the grove; he removed stealthily the disguising branches; with a razor which he had previously sharpened he cut off the head, the feet, and the hands; he collected fresh leaves and branches, which he added to the store already heaped in a mass there, and covered up the

remainder of the body, and shut it out from prying observation. He thrust the dismembered parts into the portmanteau, and returned home to his lodgings, wherein having procured for the purpose a suitable vessel from the kitchen, he boiled the head, so as if possible thereby to destroy the expression of the face, to alter the features in a manner which would prevent their recognition. Having completed this strange cooking freak, he gracefully restored the large saucepan to the servant-maid, and locked up the head and feet and hands in a trunk which lay in his bed-room; then he quietly stretched himself upon the bed close by, and slept soundly, having been excessively fatigued by his unusual labour. Next day he was with Madeleine and with his ordinary club friends, and no one would fancy there was any thing gone wrong with him; but there was, and well he was aware of it; the torturing fear of discovery was eating into his heart, and setting him mad with suspense mingled with impatience for the coming night, on which, when it arrived, he removed the portmanteau from the trunk in his bed-room, and driving to the terminus took the train for Howth. It was then some two hours before midnight, and in the second-class carriage with him there happened to be only one other, a rough-looking, honest-faced sea-faring man—the master, doubtless, of a small trading vessel. The night being wet, the rain poured furiously against the carriage windows, and

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'O'Malley Oranmore sat still and silent, having placed the black leather portmanteau on the seat opposite, and directly under the lamp in the roof above. Not many minutes passed away when the seaman spoke to him about the weather, and then he remarked there was a strange strong unpleasant smell in the carriage. Oranmore only answered in monosyllables, and at length the other gave up the attempt to draw him into a genial conversation.

Oranmore sat with his eyes half closed, and his countenance was calm and pale. The shaking of the train as it sped along caused the portmanteau to slide from its position, and it would have fallen off the seat but for the sea-captain, who caught it in his horny hand readily, and was restoring it to its former place when Oranmore saw him.

"Leave that alone!" he shrieked out with sudden savageness, and starting to his feet fiercely caught his fellow-traveller by the collar. The seaman, taken aback by this unlooked-for onset, dropped immediately the portmanteau, the fastening of which sprang open, and up grimly at the scared man grinned the ghastly dead face between two mutilated hands and the stiffened toes of the slender feet. The hands were opened out as if in supplication, and the dishevelled raven hair hung in black confusion about the cold brow. The strong man dropped down helpless in a swoon at the horrid sight.

Oranmore did not know what on earth he had best do. The train was hurrying on to the next station; it was already whistling the warning of its rapid approach; some new passenger might enter the carriage soon; or the insensible man might recover his intelligence, and with it his lost strength; for Oranmore observed the broad breadth of his stalwart shoulders, the expression of determination upon his countenance, the powerful build of his large frame. A thought struck him during his momentary doubt; his alarm subsided somewhat while he tried the door of the carriage to find whether it was open or would open. It was locked, and in dismay he sprang over the prostrate man and the partition which divided the department Oranmore occupied from the one next to it. He shook the door leading into that likewise, and it also was fastened. He ran over to the door opposite, and there too he only met with similar disappointment. What was he to do? He trembled with apprehension, and glanced hatefully at the helpless form lying upon the floor alongside the open black portmanteau with its frightful contents, betrayed distinctly by the light of the lamp from the roof above. The train was slackening its speed; in a minute or two it would pause on its way at the next station. He looked out of the window, and midst the darkness of the wild wet night saw the glare of the lamps upon the platform towards which he was draw