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THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. cestors have been guilty of terrible crimes—the re- cords of Hanover and Brunswick could make reve- {ations that would cause the blond to run cold and the hair to bristle up in horror. The vengeance of Qeaven is now falling upon the present generation of our race—and an appalling sense of this truth strikes upon my heart. Oh! the millions who worship Royalty in this country, little think how anenviable are often the feelings of those whom they thus blindly adore!” added the elder sister, with a bitterness which grated terribly upon the ears of the younger lady. “And do you know,” she continued, sinking her voice to the lowest audible whisper, “that 1 have latterly experienced devouring terrors lest that dreadful affliction——” “ Oh! our dear father’s malady,” interrupted the Princess Amelia, with a still more visible shudder than before: and then there was a long pause, during which these two young and royal ladies looked upon each other in dark and sinister silence. 43 3837 “Bat Jet us not think of ¢his—let us not meet misfortunes half-way!” suddenly exclaimed the | Princess Sophia, “ God who can afflict, knows likewise how to spare—and His chastisements sele | dom fall upon the innocent. If our father be uue deserving of His wrath, he will perhaps escape a repetition of those trials to which heaven has already subjected him: but if he also be criminal | in any respect, then may his punishment begin— or rather continue—in this world.” “Oh! let us change the conversation,” cried the Priucess Amelia, to whose memory rushed all the incidents of that morning when the King was com- pelled to yield to the demands made upon him by Meagles and the Amazon. We should however observe that the favéuritc daughter of George III had not breathed to a soul a single syllable of what she overheard on that | occasion ;—nu—not even to her sister Sophia h-xl | she revealed the strange, ominous, and mysterin:is comicbooks.conn ——E—E—E—E—Ee_e_eeee