Earl of Arundel was commissioned to proceed with a force to arrest him.

"Follow me, and I will conduct you," answered Gunnora. "I have possessed myself of the key of a subterranean pas "I have a brave fellow who shall accompany your lord-sage which will convey you to the other side of the moat.' ship," said Renard, motioning to Gilbert, who stood among his followers.

"Hark'ee, sirrah!" he added, "you have already approved your fidelity to Queen Mary. Approve it still further by the capture of the Duke, and, in the Queen's name, I promise you a hundred pounds in lands to you and your heirs, and the degree of an esquire. And now, my lords, to publicly proclaim Queen Mary."

With this the whole train departed from the Tower, and proceeded to Cheapside, where, by sound of trumpet, the new sovereign was proclaimed by the title of "Mary, Queen of England, France and Ireland, Defender of the Faith."

Shouts rent the air, and every manifestation of delight was exhibited. "Great was the triumph," writes an eye-witness of the ceremony; "for my part, I never saw the like, and, by the report of others, the like was never seen. The number of caps that were thrown up at the proclamation was not to be told. The Earl of Pembroke threw away his cap full of angels. I saw myself, money thrown out of the windows for joy. The bonfires were without number; and what with the shouting and crying of the people, and ringing of bells, there could no man hear almost what another said-beside banqueting and skipping the streets for joy."

The proclamation over, the company proceeded to St. Paul's where Te Deum was solemnly sung. It is a curious illustration of the sudden change of feeling, that the Duke of Suffolk himself preclaimed Mary on Tower Hill.

The utmost confusion reigned throughout the Tower. Some fow there were who regretted the change of sovereigns, but the majority were in favor of Mary. Northumberland in fact was so universally hated by all classes, and it was so notorious that the recent usurpation was contrived only for his own aggrandizement, that though Jane was pitied, no commiseration was felt for her husband or her ambitious father-in-law. Great rejoicings were held in the Tower-green, where an immense bonfire was lighted, and a whole ox roasted. Several casks of ale were also broached, and mead and other liquors were distributed to the warders and the troops. Of these good things the three gigantic warders and Xit partook; and Magog was so elated, that he plucked up courage to propose to Dame Placida, and, to the dwarf's infinite dismay and mortification, was accepted. Lord Guilford Dudley witnessed these rejoicings from the windows of Beauchamp Tower, in which he was confined; and as he glanced upon the citadel opposite his prison, now lighted up by the gleams of the fire, he could not help reflecting with bitterness what a change a few days had effected. The voices which only nine days ago had shouted for Jane, were now clamoring for Mary; and of the thousands which then would have obeyed his slightest nod, not one would acknowledge him now. From a prince he had become a captive, and his palace was converted into a dungeon. Such were the agonizing thoughts of Northumberland's ambitious sonand such, or nearly such, were those of his unhappy consort, who, in her chamber in the palace, was a prey to the bitterest reflection.

Attended only by Cholmondeley and Cicely, Jane consumed the evening in sad, but unavailing lamentations. About midnight, as she had composed her thoughts by applying herself to her wonted solace in affliction, study, she was aroused by a noise in the wall, and presently afterward a masked door opened, and Gunnora Braose presented herself. Jane instantly rose and demanded the cause of the intrusion. Gunnora laid her finger on her lips, and replied in a low tone, "I am come to liberate you."

"I do not desire freedom," replied Jane, "neither will I trust myself to you. I will abide here till my cousin Mary makes her entrance into the Tower, and I will then throw my self upon her mercy."

"She will show you no mercy," rejoined Gunnora. "Do not, I implore of you, expose yourself to the first outbreak of her jealous and vindictive nature. Queen Mary inherits her father's inexorable disposition, and I am well assured, if you tarry here, you will fall a victim to her displeasure. Do not neglect this opportunity, sweet lady. In a few hours it may

be too late."

"But my husband?" hesitated Jane.

"Do not think of him," interrupted Gunnora, frowning. "He deserted you in the hour of danger. Let him perish on the scaffold with his false father."

"Leave me, old woman," said Jane authoritatively; "I will not go with you."

"Do not heed her, my gracious mistress," urged Cholmon deley, "your tarrying here cannot assist Lord Guilford, and will only aggravate his affliction. Besides, some means may be devised for his escape."

"Pardon what I have said, dear lady," said Gunnora." "Deadly as is the hatred I bear to the house of Northumber land, for your sweet sake I will forgive his son. Nay more, I will effect his deliverance. This I swear to you. Come with me, and once out of the Tower, make what haste you can to Sion House, where your husband shall join you before the morning."

"You promise more than you can accomplish," said Jane. "That remains to be seen, madam," replied Gunnora; "but were it not that he is your husband, Lord Guilford Dudley should receive no help from me. Once more, will you trust me?"

"I will," replied Jane.

Cholmondeley then seized a torch, and fastening the door of the chamber, on the outside of which a guard was stationed, assisted Jane through the masked door. Preceded by the old woman, who carried a lamp, they threaded a long narrow pas sage built in the thickness of the wall, and presently arrived at the head of a flight of stairs, which brought them to a long corridor arched and paved with stone. Traversing this, they struck into an avenue on the right, exactly resembling one of those which Cholmondeley had recently explored. Jane expressed her surprise at the vast extent of the passages the was threading, when Gannora answered-" The whole of the Tower is undermined with secret passages and dungeons, but their existence is known only to few."

A few minutes' rapid walking brought them to a stone stair case, which they mounted, traversed another gallery, and finally halted before a low gothic-arched door, which admitted them to the interior of the Bowyer Tower. Requesting Chol mondeley to assist her, Gunnora, with his help, speedily raised a trap-door of stone, and disclosed a flight of steps. While they were thus employed, a strange and unaccountable terror took possession of Jane. As she glanced timidly toward the doorway she had just quitted, she imagined she saw a figure watching her, and in the gloom almost fancied it was the same muffled object she had beheld in St. John's Chapel. A su perstitious terror kept her silent. As she looked more nar rowly at the figure, she thought it bore an axe upon its shoul der, and she was about to point it out to her companions, when making a gesture of silence it disappeared. By this time the trap-door being raised, Cholmondeley descended the steps with the torch, while Gunnora holding back the fiag, begged her to descend. But Jane did not move. "Do not lose time," cried the old woman, we may be followed and retaken." Still Jane hesitated. She cast another look toward the door way, and the idea crossed her, that from that very outlet she should be led to execution. A deadly chill pervaded her frame, and her feet seemed nailed to the ground. Seeing her irresolution, Cicely threw herself on her knees before her, and implored her to make an effort. Jane advanced a step, and then paused. After remaining a moment in deep abstraction, she turned to Cicely and said,

"Child, I thank you for your zeal, but I feel it is useless. Though I may escape from the Tower, I cannot escape my fate."

Cicely, however, renewed her entreaties, and seconded by Cholmondeley she at length prevailed. Pursuing the same course which Gunnora had taken on the night she was brought to the Tower by Simon Renard, they at length arrived at the shed at the further side of the moat.

"You are now safe," said Gunnora. "Hasten to Sion House, and if my plan does not fail, your husband shall join you there before many hours have passed."

So saying, she departed. Jane and her attendants crossed Tower Hill, from which she turned to gaze at the scene of her greatness, indistinctly visible in the gloom-and so agonizing were the thoughts occasioned by the sight that she burst into tears. As soon as she had recovered from her paroxysm ei

Gunnora Braose kept her word. Before daybreak, Lord Guilford Dudley joined his afflicted consort. Their meeting was passionate and sad. As Jane ardently returned her husband's fond embrace, she cried, "Oh, my dear lord, that we had never been deluded by the false glitter of greatness to quit this calm retreat! Oh that we may be permitted to pass the remainder of our days here!

"I have not yet abandoned all hopes of the throne," replied Dudley. "Our fortunes may be retrieved."

"Never," returned Jane, gravely-" never so far as I am concerned. Were the crown to be again offered to me-were I assured I could retain it, I would not accept it. No, Dudley, the dream of ambition is over; and I am fully sensible of the error I have committed."

I tell you it is true," replied Gunnora-" a messenger arrived at midnight with the tidings, and it was during the confusion created by the intelligence that I contrived to effect you escape. The Earl of Arundel is despatched to arrest him, and ere to-morrow night, he will be lodged within the Tower.Yes," she continued with a ferocious laugh-"I shall see him placed in the same dungeon in which he lodged my foster-son, the Great Duke of Somerset. I shall see his head "As you please, my queen, for I will still term you so," re-stricken off by the same axe, and upon the same scaffold, and joined Dudley; "but if my father is in arms, I will join him, and we will make one last effort for the prize, and regain it, ior perish in the attempt."

Your wild ambition will lead you to the scaffold-and will conduct me there also," replied Jane. "If we could not hold the power when it was in our own hands-how can you hope to regain it?"

It is not lost-I will not believe it, till I am certified under my father's own hand that he has abandoned the enterprise," rejoined Dudley. "You know him not, Jane. With five thousand men at his command-nay, with a fifth of that number, he is more than a match for all his enemies. We shall yet live to see him master of the Tower-of this rebellious city. We shall yet see our foes led to the scaffold. And if I see the traitors, Renard, Pembroke and Arundel, conducted thither I will excuse Fortune all her malice."

"Heaven forgive them their treason as I forgive them!" exclaimed Jane. "But I fear their enmity will not be satisfied till they have brought us to the block to which you would doom them."

"This is not a season for reproaches, Jane," said Dudley, coldly; "but if you had not trusted that false traitor, Renard -listened to his pernicious counsels-if you had not refused my suit for the crown, and urged my father to undertake the expedition against Mary-all had been well. You had been queen-and I king."

"Your reproaches are deserved, Dudley," replied Jane, "and you cannot blame me more severely than I blame my self. Nevertheless, had I acceded to your desires-had I raised you to the sovereignty-had I turned a deaf ear to Renard's counsel, and not suffered myself to be duped by his allies Arundel and Pembroke—had I retained your father in the Tower-my reign' would not have been of much longer duration."

"I do not understand you, madam," said Lord Guilford, sternly.

"To be plain then,” replied Jane-“ for disguise is useless now-I am satisfied that your father aimed at the crown himself-that I was merely placed on the throne to prepare it for him-and that when the time arrived he would have removed me."

"Jane!" exclaimed her husband, furiously. "Have patience, dear Dudley!" she rejoined. "I say not this to rouse your anger, or to breed further misunderstanding between us. Heaven knows we have misery enough to endure without adding to it. I say it to reconcile you to your lot. I say it to check the spirit of ambition which I find is yet smouldering within your bosom. I say it to prevent your joining in any fresh attempt with your father, which will assuredly end in the destruction of both."

I shall die content."

"Horrible!" cried Jane. "Leave us, wretched woman.Your presence adds to my affliction."

"I will leave you, dear lady," replied Gunnora-" but though absent from you, I will not fail to watch over you. I have powerful friends within the Tower, and if any ill be designed you, I will give you timely warning. Farewell!" A miserable and anxious day was passed by Jane and her husband. Lord Guilford would fain have departed with Cholmondely to join his father at Cambridge, but suffered himself to be dissuaded from the rash undertaking, by the tears and entreaties of his consort As to Cicely and her lover, their sympathies were so strongly excited for the distresses of Jane, that the happiness they would otherwise have experienced in each other's society, was wholly destroyed.At night, as the little party were assembled, Gunnora Braose again made her appearance and her countenance bespoke that some new danger was at hand.

"What ill tidings do you bring?" cried Dudley, starting to his feet.

"Fly!" exclaimed Gunnora. "You have not a moment to lose. Simon Renard has discovered your retreat, and Lord Clinton, with a body of men, is hastening hither to convey you to the Tower. Fly!"

"Whither?" exclaimed Lord Guilford. "Whither shall we

"Come then with me, Cholmondeley," cried Dudley, snatching up his cloak, and girding on his sword, we will to horse at once, and join my father at Cambridge. If he has a handful of men left we can yet make a gallant defence."

"The Duke is arrested and on his way to the Tower," said Gunnora.

"Ha!" exclaimed Dudley, "when did this occur?" "Yesterday, replied the old woman. "He was taken within his chamber by my grandson, Gilbert Pot, who has received a hundred pounds in lands, and the degree of an esquir», tor the deed. He submitted himself to the Earl of Arundel, and his deportment was abject as it formerly was arrogant. When he saw the Earl he fell on his knees, and desired him to have pity on him for the love of God. 'Consider,' he said, 'I have done nothing but by the order of you and the whole Council.' Then the Earl of Arundel replied, 'I am sent hither by the Queen's majesty, and in her name I arrest you,' 'And I obey it, my lord,' answered the Duke. 'I beseech you use mercy towards me, knowing the case as it is.' 'My lord,' rejoined the Earl, you should have sought mercy sooner. I must do according to my commandment. You are my prisonAnd he committed him in charge to my grandson and others of the guard."

"But you have brought a charge so foul against him, mad-er!' am," cried her husband, "that as his son, I am bound to tell you you are grievously in error."

"Dudley," replied Jane, firmly, "I have proofs that the Duke poisoned my cousin, King Edward. I have proofs also, that he would have poisoned me.'

"It is false," cried her husband, furiously-"it is a vile calumny fabricated by his enemies. You have been imposed upon."

"Not so, my lord," cried Gunnera Braose, who had been an unseen listener to the conversation. "It is no calumny. The royal Edward was poisoned by me at your father's insti

"How learnt you this?" inquired Lord Guilford. "From a messenger who had just arrived at the Tower," replied the old woman-" and this is the last act of the great Duke of Northumberland. We shall soon see how he comforts himself on the scaffold."

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'Begone," cried Jane," and do not stay here to deride our misery."

"I am not come hither to deride it," replied the old woman, "but to warn you."

"I thank you for your solicitude," replied Jane-" but it is

BEAUTIFUL SPRING.

A BALLAD.

WRITTEN BY MRS. ANNE TURNBULL-COMPOSED BY JOHN BLOCKLEY.

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