Alfred de Rosann by G.W.M. Reynolds — page 161: what you’re looking at

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136 Alfred de Rosann. ‘¢ Might I be acquainted with the nature of that condition ?” ‘¢ Tis scarcely worth mentioning,’’ remarked the mother. ‘¢ Nay—I have a motive,” u ed Mr. Clayton. ‘¢ 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 roperty he succeeded in realizing.” ‘6 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 develo ‘¢ Then let him renounce all returned Mrs. Clayton. ‘¢ T 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.” ‘¢Qn 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 @ 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 multitude could not reach her, while the songstress essayed the following air in a voice natural]~ sweet and agreeable. hope of possessing my daughter ! ” ORLANDO'S WAR SONG. He’s the pride of the Jand, 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 ! The demon of slaughter Lent nerve to his.hand, When Erivain’s-water Roll’d red to the land ; While the murmurs of woe, and the screams of the dying, Were mixed with the agonized shouts of the flying. Like the eagle that governs the regions of heaven, Like the lion that widely extends his domain, Meet praise and meet honours to Roldan are given, Renowned in the dale, and beloved on the plain. The subject of story, The boast of the brave; The paladins’ glory, And mighty to save, When the murmurs of woe, and the screams of the dying, Are mixed with the agonized shouts of the flying. COnicbooolks (GO)