CHAPTER XX. The time of danger, O maid, is the season of my foul; for then it swells a mighty stream, and rolls me on the foe. The Poems of Offian. HENRY MORETON'S BRAVERY, AND FOR TUNATE ESCAPE WITH THE FAIR EMMA TANKERVILLE. HENRY quitted the room, having secured the effects of the deceased; when the wellknown voice of Emma, in diftrefs, arrested his attention. He darted forward to the chamber from which the voice proceeded, and, with his stiletto opening the door, he found her struggling against the brutal violence of the ferocious commander. "Die, villain!" he exclaimed.—Curfes flowed from the mouth of the marauder, and he imprecated maledictions on the avenger of Alphonfo's fate. With difficulty Henry extricated the dagger from the deep wounds that he had inflicted. Comforting Emma, he conveyed her to his own apartment, the door of which having fecured, and praying Heaven to aid him in his efforts, he entered the chamber of the deceased. His wife, the partner in his villany and lawless cruelty, was bound by Moreton, who, being now armed with fresh weapons, the pistols of the robber whom he had punished with death, and inspired by fuccefs, went to the oppofite chamber, where was lying another of the execrable gang. The robber, in broken slumbers, was dreaming on futurity. "They are too much, O God!" he cried. Why was I created, thou dreadful and all-powerful Being, for fuch intolerable anguish. It was by the command of others that I murdered thee. Hide thyself, poor wretch; I have had enough of thy blood: my hands, alas, are ftained with gore, with the blood of my fellow-creatures. Why, what a whining, monkish fool I am! Fiends, forbear your whips but for a moment-suspend your excruciating inftrument. The torture is oh mercy!-But what have I to do with mercy, who have killed the innocent female, not fpared the fmiling and playful babe, and cut fhort the days of the heedless youth." Having little time to pity the horrors of fuch a troubled mind, while Moreton fecured him, he learned from him, that there were none of his comrades left at home, they having gone out on an expedition. On pain of inftant death, he compelled him to drefs himself, and follow him. He then conducted Emma to the ftable, and placing his prifoner bound, on one of the horses which were ready for travelling, he and Emma mounted the two remaining ones, himfelf leading the prifoner. The morning had begun to dawn, and light had vifited the chambers of the afflicted, when they quitted the retreat of the banditti. Emma's fpirits had been haraffed by the ftruggle with their leader, when our party were alarmed, by the prifoner fhouting, "My brave affociates !" A clattering of horfes' feet were heard on the hard ground, and a band of armed men appeared through the gloom of the forest, when the centinel from the gates of Vienna challenged our adventurers. "Friends," was the reply of Moreton in German, and they were permitted to enter. They reported to the commanding officer the story of their adventures. Aftrong detachment of troops was fent against the robbers; who, difplaying bravery worthy of a better caufe, were taken and carried to Vienna, and underwent the fentence of the law the habitation of their villanies was rafed to the ground. Inexpreffible was the joy of Mrs. Maitland, on feeing her niece fafe in her arms. The good lady fhed tears of gladness, and was lavish in the praifes of fir Henry Moreton, who, after executing the injunc tions and dying requests of Alphonfo, by |