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lie down. In this most painful situa-Sir,' cried the owner, valiant Sir,

tion they remained some days, receiv-
ing a scanty pittance of bread and wa-
ter from a neighbouring peasant. Be-
ing soon afterwards arrested, Madame
de Bonchamps was condemned to death,
but obtained her pardon through the in-
terference of a Republican whose life
had been saved by her husband. The
Tribunal of Nantes not dispatching her
pardon to her so soon as was expected,
it was thought expedient to send her
little daughter to demand it. The child
was tutored accordingly, and approach-
ing the Judges, exclaimed "Citizens!
I come to beg the letters of pardon for
Mamma." One of the Judges told her
she should have them if she would sing
a song. The innocent creature imme-
diately sang the following chorus :-
"Vive, vive la Roi,

A bas la République."
The Judges smiled, and granted the
pardon. Several curious anecdotes, il-
lustrative of the wretched times in
which it was the lot of this brave wo-
man to be placed, are contained in her
Memoirs. The humanity which both
she and her husband displayed towards
the prisoners can never be sufficiently

commended.

A MARE WITHOUT A FAULT. "Who'll buy a Mare, a fellow cries,

"Without a single fault?
Not given to start (she never shies)
To stumble or to halt."

A Cockney bought her for his bride,
And soon was vex'd to find
"Twas true indeed she never shied,
Poor Creature! she was blind.

The man he found, and thus cried he,
(He much with anger burn'd,)
You roguish knave! you've cheated me,
The cash must be return'd.

"None in your mare a fault could spy,
You said with mighty pother;
Why, rogue, she's blind i' th' dexter eye,
And cannot see with t'other."

"Sir, (said the man,) like you I scorn
A falsehood to be caught in,

That she's been blind since she's been born 'S no fault, but her misfortin."

HEADS AND TAILS.

With open mouth, a surly cur
A sergeant did attack;
Who ran his pike, believe me, Sir,

Right through his mouth and back.

The blunt end might avail !'
"It should, good fellow, had your cur
Attack'd me with his tail.'

BURKE'S METAPHORS.

Mr. Burke, above all men, figured in a mode of metaphorical expression. On the 7th of June, 1794, when speaking on the Begum charge, on the trial of Hastings, and describing the happy situations of the provinces of Oude, Benares, and Gorruckpore, before they were under Mr. Hastings's protection, used the following:-" He is worse than Satan, for he showed the kingdoms of the world to the great Author of our sacred religion, in order that he might enjoy them; but he (turning to the bar) gave the province of Hindostan into the possession of men appointed by himself for the purpose of destroying them." (Mr. Hastings at this expression lifted up his eyes and hands.) Again, when he spoke of the treasures deposited with the Begums, which Mr. Hastings seized, Mr. Burke said, "The prisoner at your bar, stepping beyond even the heathen mythology, was in his own opinion greater than Jove, who was esteemed the immortal god of the ancients; for Jove condescended to embrace a frail woman in a shower of gold; but Mr. Hastings paid more impressive adoration to the old Begums of Oude, for the purpose of seizing and stripping them of their gold! Here (said Mr. Burke) is the distinction between the Jove of the ancients and the Jove of the EastIndies. But your lordships' classical knowledge will convey to you that the first was fabulous, and I trust that evidence adduced will convince your lordships the last is real."-Mr. Burke, in his eulogium upon that extraordinary man, Mr. Charles Townshend, among other things said, "His style of argument was neither trite nor vulgar, nor subtle and abstruse; he hit the house just between wind and water."

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feed their flocks in apparent stupidity and listlessness, serve them as spies, and inform and advertise them by the notes of a whistle, which echoes and re-echoes from rock to rock. Entering the towns under cover of their impenetrable cloaks the Guerillas laugh and drink with the French, but are not for a moment unobservant. They ascertain all the plans of their enemy, the departure of convoys, of sick or wounded, of money or provision, of a courier or a detachment; and by the most able stratagems, they suddenly collect, fall on the booty, seize the money or the provisions, murder the escort, and disperse and disappear as rapidly as they assemble and attack: and when rewarded by the spoil, they leave the bodies of their foes and their dupes to the fowls of heaven.

"The labourer has his arms concealed in the handle of his spade or the stock of his plough-qu'on y regarde bien! The rock that appears immove-. able from its massive weight and colossal form, has its slips and its curtains; it turns on its axis, and makes a battery of blunderbusses. Sometimes two hundred Guerillas are flat on the earth behind the smallest ledge-you have no suspicion; in a moment a pistolet fired by the chief is the signal for a volley, and the men rush like Arabs on the astonished party, and massacre all they can seize, shouting the oath which is the energetic accompaniment of every Castillian enterprise, 'Caraco de Demonio!

"We surprised one day in the gorges of the Sierra Morena, two Guerillas sleeping under a rock which formed a vault over their heads. The beams of the moon fell on the countenances of these modern Endymions. What a subject for a painter! Their weapons, grasped by their murderous hands, still appeared menacing and destructive; on their breasts glittered the terrible silvato, or whistle of crystal; a rosario of granite mixed with precious stones; and finally, the horrible quadrangular stiletto. Alas! how much French blood had that steel already spilt! I remained, with five or six grenadiers, some minutes in contemplation. What muscles! what limbs! what energy,

even in repose! In a few moments they were handcuffed, and under a good escort in the centre of a column; but their eyes were still insolent and prophetic: You dare not kill us," they seemed to say ;— los umbrés, the men are near us.""

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elty of the Miguelets, the author reports As an example of the vindictive cruthe following fact:

a colonel and his orderly, lost his way, "A young surgeon, accompanied by and missed the convoy to which they belonged. They marched at random for some time among the rocks, and at length perceiving a village spire, the hope of finding a French post determined them to proceed in that direction. The village was abandoned, pillaged, and presented only the horrors of solitude and the disasters of war. The young surgeon ventured, however, to enter one of the wretched hovels that remained, and went even into the caves to see if wine or provisions were yet concealed; but what was his terror and anguish, when he beheld in these caves a frightful heap of bloody carcases! Seventeen Frenchmen, massacred the night before, or perhaps that very day, floating in their blood, and mutilated in almost every member of their bodies, the victims, doubtless, of some perfidious friend or some mysterious ambush. Unable to endure the spectacle, and renouncing all hopes of finding a single skin of wine, he was retiring from the cave, when all on a sudden a head, pale, livid, and streaming with a liquor like blood, thrust itself from a large tun! Ah, my dear officer!' cried an hussar, who had saved his life by concealing himself in a cask of wine, what miracle has brought you here to save me?' l'Empecinado had surprised the party and butchered all but this poor fellow, who in the tumult preserved presence of mind enough to jump into the precious liquor.

"The colonel, to avenge the seventeen murdered, set fire to the four corners of the village; but when the flames begun to crack and fly, thirty or forty Miguelets rushed from their concealment, and uttering horrid imprecations, discharged, with incredible rapidity, their blunderbusses on the incen

diaries, already beyond the reach of their shot. No one was wounded; but had they unfortunately unbridled their horses, or entered any house to refresh themselves, they had all joined the manes of the seventeen who were slumbering in death in the sepulchral cave."

New Russia. Journey from Riga to
the Crimea, by way of Kiev, &c.&c.
By Mary Holderness. Svo. 10s.6d.
London, 1823.

We cannot forbear extracting the following account of a Saint whom Mrs. H. saw at the Monastery of Pestchersky.

ST. ANTONIO.

:

"In another place you are shewn the body, or rather the head and shoulders of a man stuck in the ground; in a vow of penance he dug a hole, in which he placed himself, standing with his hands by his sides, and then had the hole filled, so that only his head, and a little below the shoulders, could be seen: here he lived, (they say) fif teen years, having food and drink brought to him, and a lamp constantly burning by his side: they still allow him a lamp, which burns day and night continually, though he has been dead six or seven hundred years; this, however they can well afford to do, as he brings a considerable share of the riches of the Convent. The cap he wears is supposed to work miracles, and restore the sick accordingly, hundreds come to visit St. Antonio, and wear his cap, which is frequently the undoubted means of restoring health, though not in the way that enthusiasm and credulity imagine, but by the simple process of being the cause of their taking unusual exercise in the open air, and exercising also a temperance not habitual to them. I should not omit to mention that St. Antonio is said to sink a little lower in the ground every year, and that the world is to be at an end by the time he entirely disappears. Amongst the wonders which they relate, this can scarcely be classed as the greatest; and if time, in his mighty changes, does not annihilate the monastery of Pestcherskey, St. Antonio will probably not disappear, while he continues so instrumental to the well-doing of his brethren.

Quentin Durward, in French. 4 vols.

This is the publication which sells
best and is most generally read here at
present. The French are enraptured
with it-their national vanity is not a
little pleased by the Great Unknown
having travelled out of his own coun-
try, to illustrate with his genius a por-
tion of their history. They, however,
complain of his being somewhat of an
Ultra, and of having drawn with rather
too aristocratical a pencil the portraits
of the turbulent burghers of Liege.
They have also discovered, that the
author has not studied with sufficient
attention the geography of plants, or he
would not have talked of groves of
olives about Tours, within several hun-
dred miles of which no olive-tree was
ever seen, unless in a hot-house. His
gastronomical erudition is also a little
at fault; as, in describing a modern
French dinner, in the Introduction, he
makes a distinction between la soupe
and le potage, as if they were not two
words for the same thing,-the latter
is brought in after the boulli! The
Great Unknown may have "swum in
a gondola," but he certainly never
could have dined at Very's, or even at
a modest restaurateur's at 32 sous,
and commit such an un-gourmand-like
error as this.-Paris Journal

LIFE INSURANCE.
In a storm, one night,
When all was fright
'Mongst the passengers and crew,
An Irish clown

Like a block sate down,
And seem'd as senseless too.
Conduct like this
Was much amiss,
And not to be endur'd ;

But when ask'd why,
He made reply-
"Good folks, my life's insur'd."

THE KING OF ORGANS.
been recently completed. It is said to be
The noble organ in York Minster has
the largest and most complete organ in
Great Britain. The total number of stops
is 52-pipes 3254. There are three sets of
keys, viz.-one for the great nave organ-
one for the choir organ-and one for the
swell, exclusive of pedals. There are move-
ments for enabling the performer to play
two or three sets of keys at once, or to de-
tach the great and choir organs, with the
pedals, in addition to the pedal pipes. The
Haarlem organ, which is the largest in Eu-
rope, contains 60 stops.

SPIRIT

OF THE

ENGLISH MAGAZINES.

BOSTON, NOVEMBER 15, 1823.

THE DOOMED MAN.

(Lond. Mag. Sept.)

THE only passenger besides myself

on board the Susannah, was a Miss Maria B, of Port Glasgow, who, on the recent loss of her only parent, was going out to her sister, the wife of a wealthy planter, in Barbadoes. She was a good looking girl, and enjoyed a great flow of animal spirits, which made her at times very amusing; but, having been much spoil ed with over indulgence, she was somewhat pettish and self-willed. Captain Gilkison, (the master of the vessel), was a quiet, unobtrusive man, mild in his manners and address, with a singularly melancholy expression of countenance altogether unusual in a sailor: he seemed to have been much in foreign countries, and was the best informed and most intelligent seaman I ever happened to meet with in the merchant service. To the monotony and confinement of a voyage every thing af fords an agreeable diversity. Miss B, whose musical attainments were of a very superior order, sang charmingly, and accompanied herself on the guitar with great taste and sweetness. The captain also played the flute with more skill than is the wont of nautical people in general, so that with these resources, and the aid of books and conversation, we made the time pass pleasantly away, when the weather would not admit of our being on deck.

On the eighteenth day after our ship 17 ATHENEUM VOL. 14.

had left the tail of the bank, and had got into the warmer latitudes, it came to blow pretty fresh at nine PM. with a long stretch of a swell from the SW.

I had gone to bed, and had fallen into a sound sleep, when I was awakened about midnight with the noise of feet traversing the deck, the violent beating with a handspike at the steerage hatchway, and the rough voice of the boatswain turning out the middle watch with, "All hands ho! tumble up, tumble up, ye lubbers!" I immediately sprang out of bed, hurried on my clothes, and made the best of my way up the companion-ladder, knowing there was something more than usual to do when the whole crew were called up at once. A good deal of bustle prevailed on deck. It had turned out what sailors call a coarse, dirty night, blowing very hard, and dark and dismal all round, except when a flash of lightning showed us the billows boiling and tumbling about us. The ship was labouring hard in a heavy seaway, sending bows in over head and ears, and washing the forecastle at every pitch. The captain was standing a-breast of the binnacle, and through a speaking-trumpet was issuing his orders to take canvass off the foremast and ease the vessel by the head. I walked up to his side and observed by the binnacle-light that his countenance was much agitated. Aware of the dislike

now standing within a few feet of me by the gallery-railings, gazing intently to leeward; when all at once he clasped his hands forcibly together, and with a groan of despair, and in a suppressed voice of agony, exclaimed, “There he is again for the last time!" He remained a few seconds, as if regarding something possessed of horrible interest, then struck his open palms over his eyes, and wildly rushed down the companion-way. In vain I had followed the direction of his look, nothing met my sight but long lines of white waves,

seamen have, in cases of peril, to be interrogated and obstructed in their movements by passengers, I passed without accosting him, and, to be as much as possible out of the men's way, retreated to the hen-coops at the stern, and, with considerable anxiety, observed his motions. More than half an hour elapsed, but still he kept his station; occasionally walking a few paces to and fro, then examining the compass, to give directions to the man at the wheel, and now and then throwing a glance over the lee-quarter. A shrill, whistling sound through the rigging-pursuing us with their deafening roar, the clattering of blocks and slackened ropes-the creaking at the doubling of the masts, and the yards at the slings, now warned us that another squall was coming.

The captain hastily stepped to the light and examined his time-piece; I glanced my eyes over it also, and could distinguish that the hands pointed to one o'clock. I saw his lips slightly quiver, and heard him mutter as he put it up" The hour is come now!" I felt a chillness strike to my heart at these words-I thought our last hour was come-that the captain, conscious of the vessel's inability to hold together through the squall, had given us up for lost. I fancied even that the violence of the ship's motion had increased fearfully. My heart beat with a convulsive fluttering, as if I was in the act of flying, each time the vessel, left by an exhausted wave, paused-rose straining and quivering on the ridge of the succeeding one, and again with the rapidity of an arrow made a tremendous plunge into the hollow beneath. I tried to rush forward and learn the worst at once, but my limbs refused to do their office. I endeavoured to make myself heard, but my voice had forsaken me, and my tongue clave to the roof of my mouth. I could not have moved had we been going to the bottom, and my only chance of escape lying in my own exertions. The squall had now reached us in all its wrath, and was hurrying us on with inconceivable velocity, when a flash of lightning, or rather a succession of flashes, like a sheet of fire, illumined the whole waste of waters around us. The captain was

and threatening every instant to break on board and engulph the vessel.-Having got the better of my own fears, I waited for some time in expectation of his re-appearance, trying to conjecture the cause of such strange conduct, till, at length, unable to endure longer suspense, I got a lantern lighted at the binnacle, and descended to the cabin. I found him on the after-lockers, with his face hidden in his hands: he raised it at my entrance, and I saw it was exceedingly wan, and that a slight shivering ran through his frame. "In the name of heaven, captain," said I “what is the matter that you shake so, are you taken suddenly ill" "Thank you, thank you, sir," he answered, "I am well-in perfect health-but I have a feeling here," and he pressed his hand to his heart, "which you cannot understand, and the cause of which you would onlyl augh at, were I to tell it you." "I do not think I should," returned I: "this is no time for merriment; if the ship is in hazard, our danger is mutual, and I see nothing laughable in the idea of our going to the bottom." “No,” he replied, "you mistake me, there is no fear of that, and if there were a risk, our danger is not mutual. The gale will now take off, and as far as timber and iron goes we have as staunch a seaboat under us as ever stemmed saltwater; she will make better weather in a gale of wind than any seventy-four in the navy; she is well found above and below, and my crew are every one of them as true bred seamen as ever rove reef points through grimits. We are as safe as hearts of oak, in every sense of the phrase, can make us. No,

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