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ALFRED DE ROSANN. 33 “ Nay—lI have a motive,” urged Mr. €layton. “-Let him, then, discover the particulars relative to my late father’s disappearance—his real name, and rank in life—and the fate of the property he suc- ceeded in realizing.’ ‘Absurd !’? cried the disappointed Mr. Clayton, who thought that some other condition was about to be proposed by his sister-in-law. ‘‘ You know he never can discover those secrets which my father in vain sought to develop.” : “Then let him renounce all hope of possessing my daughter !”’ returned Mrs. Clayton. “I shall divide my fortune between her and De Rosann,”’ said the uncle drily ; “ for I do not believe that if he did fulfil the harsh terms you impose, you would even then accord your consent.” “On my honour I would,”’ exclaimed the mother, desirous of putting an end to this dispute. ‘“ And I sincerely hope your honour may be put to the test.”’ Mrs. Clayton would have, perhaps, replied to this sarcasm, had not the musical voice of a songstress in the street fallen upon her ear at the moment, and rivetted her attention to the air with which a poor girl was delighting a crowd incapable of,appreciating the merits of her harmony. “?Tis a lovely air!’ exclaimed Eloise, running into the room, and hastening to the window. ‘“ The chanteuse sings with some taste ; and I am devotedly attached to those martial measures.”’ Eloise placed herself against the window in such a manner, that the searching glances of a curious mul- titude could not reach her, while the songstress es- sayed the following air ina voice naturally sweet and agreeable. shit ORLANDO’S WAR SONG. He’s the pride of the land, and the subject of story, The hills and the valleys re-echo his fame ; O then let his vassals sing praise to his glory, And tremble, adoring their Roldan’s dread name ! ecomlcboolks, (E@