had just written on his buckler-" Do not lament my destiny," said he, " rather lament the distress of her, who could not move a barbarous husband to pity; carry to that adorable object my heart, and this letter, wherein I have endeavoured to mark out a few words-I trust to thy zeal, for my service," and he expired. The squire, the better to acquit himself of his commission, disguises himself, and repairs to the environs of Fayel's castle, in order to espy out the moment of getting into it, without being perceived; but this jealous man, who was always in motion, and prying about, was the first to take notice of him-He instantly takes him for one of his rivals ; thinks he knows him; and stealing softly upon him, stabs, and kills him, with a poniard. He soon found it was De Coucy's squire, and dreading all, from such a rival, he hastens, to rifle the faithful domestic. How great was the joy of his soul, on seeing. the heart of him, he was under such dismal : apprehensions of! But when he had done

reading the lover's letter; a letter, so full of tenderness, jealousy seized upon all his senses; it inspired him with the most horrid of projects; "I will have this heart," said he, "so beloved by a perjured wife, presented to her, as a dish of meat"His orders were given; the fatal meal was served up; Gabrielle, that day, felt some unaccountable boding, and quaked with dread, as she approached her husband-He presses, and solicits her to eat-She yields to his entreaties. This dish," said he to her, with a cruel and malicious smile, "ought indeed, to please thee, for it is the heart of thy lover." She immediately falls senseless to the ground; but her husband, whose revenge, was not yet compleat, endeavours to recover her-When she was come a little to herself, he commands her, with the greatest menaces, to read the letter he presented to her. Gabrielle, receives it, amazed and astonished; but she scarce had perceived the characters, drawn by the faithful De Coucy, informing her,

that he died with joy, for her sake”when a mortal cold overwhelmed ber senses; Fayel makes new efforts, to ca her back to life-but she was no more!!

Jealousy, gave occasion to a like disaster, in the reign of Charles the Second, King of Spain.

The Marquis D'Astorgas, of the house of Ossora, was enamoured of a young and beautiful woman-His wife, hearing of this intrigue, went forthwith, well escorted, to see her husband's mistress, and killed her with her own hands; she afterwards, plucked her heart out of her, which she procured, to be dressed in a ragout, and served up to her husband. When he had eaten of it; she asked him, "If he liked it?" he answered, "Yes." "I am not surprised at it," said she, "for it is the heart of thy mistress, whom thou hast loved so much." With, these words, she took out of a drawer, her head, still all over

bloody, and rolled it along the table, where the unhappy lover was sitting, with several of his friends. His wife, disappeared that instant, and took refuge in a convent, where she became mad, through rage and jealousy.

The jealousy of the wife, frequently contributes to make the husband inconstant.

"Whoever is suspicious," says a modern author, "makes an invitation to trea chery," for which reason, a sensible woman, who was told that her husband made love to several pretty women :" answered, very discreetly, "I little mind how my husband bestows his heart in the day; so that he brings it home to me at night."

LEARNING-A MORAL Tale.

Dabschelim, King of the Indies, possessed a library so large,, that it required a hundred bramins to revise, and to keep it

în order; and a thousand dromedaries, to carry the books. As he had no intention to read, all it contained, he commanded his bramin, to make extracts from it, for his use, of whatever they judged most valuable, in every branch of literature. These doctors, immediately undertook to form such an abridgement; and after twenty years labour, composed from their several collections, a small Encyclopædea, consisting of twelve thousand volumes, which thirty camels could scarcely carry; they had the honour to present this to the King, but were astonished, to hear him say, "That he would not read a work, that was a load for thirty camels." They then reduced their extracts, so that they might be carried by fifteen; afterwards, by ten; and then by four; and then, by two dromedaries-At last, no more books were left than were sufficient, to load a mule of ordinary strength. Unfortunately, Dabschelim, had grown old, while his library was abridging, and did not expect to live: