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you joy of the news I bring you!" By this he im- I floor of your prison. But who provided you with the agined he meant his freedom, and he gave himself up for lost; the discovery of the hole in the floor would ruin every thing.

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Yourself. You gave me oil, flint, and sulphur. The rest I had already."

"That's true. But can you as easily show me that gave you the implements for cutting through the floor? Tell me when I gave you an axe?"

"I will tell you every thing, if you wish it; but the secretary must be present."

"I believe you, and wish to know nothing more.Be silent, and remember that I am a poor man with a family."

After this there was no more quarrelling between them; and indeed Lorenz began to relax even in his

Lorenz now entered, and desired him to follow. Casanova wished first to dress, but this the jailor said was unnecessary, as he was only going to take him out of his present abominable prison into a more convenient room, lighted with two windows, from which he could overlook half Venice. He was now no longer master of himself; he bade him return his thanks to the secretary, and leave him where he was. Lorenz only laughed, saying he must be mad to make such excuses; and offered his arm to lead him from the prison. There was no resisting: he suffered himself | precautions—so much so, that he suffered a mutual to be led away by Lorenz, and in a few minutes a part of his furniture followed, and he was then left alone in all the terrors of expectation. Half an hour past-an hour-what was to be the result? Was he not discovered? It seemed impossible. And what would be his punishment? Death-or imprisonment in the Wells, the most horrible prisons that cruelty had ever invented; they were worse even than the Lead-Chambers-always lying two feet deep in water, for the salt tide flowed through the same grating that admitted the scanty daylight.

Another hour-and he heard the sound of footsteps in the passage. It was Lorenz, who, foaming with rage, demanded the axe with which he supposed the floor had been cut, and the name of the sbirri from whom it had been received. Seats, table, bed-all were examined to find this imaginary weapon; while the simple piece of iron, which had done the mischief, escaped their observation in the straw of the armchair. Lorenz grew wilder than ever.

"You will not tell me who gave you the tools with which you broke through the floor? but you will tell it to others!"

"If it be indeed true that I have broken through the floor, I will say that I had the tools from you, and have returned_them."

At this he began to howl, and beat his head against the wall, and stamp with his feet like a madman;while his assistants seemed by their applauses to think the joke excellent. But he found ample means of vengeance in changing the diet of his prisoner, and fastening the window so that not a breath of air could come in the place was a living torture, for so intense was the heat that it was scarcely possible to respire, while the meat and the water were offensive almost beyond endurance. The complaints and questions of Casanova were received with silent scorn, that testified how well his jailor was satisfied with his triumph. At one time Casanova resolved to take an opportunity of plunging his steel into him, but on more reflection he contented himself with demanding his account; but when the day came for this, his wrath had so much yielded to his better reason, that he made Lorenz a present of the overplns. They were now alone, and Lorenz endeavoured by quiet means to sound the mystery of the axe.

"You said it was from me that you got the tools with which you broke the great hole through the

exchange of books between Casanova and a Venetian nobleman, Marino Balbi, who was confined in a dungeon over him. But the two prisoners abused his confidence; they held a written communication with each other on the blank leaves and margins of the volumes, as they passed to and fro; and though enough transpired, in the course of this correspondence, to show that Balbi was a weak man, Casanova resolved to trust him more from necessity than choice. With this determination, he explained to him the secret of his steel, and promised to find some means of conveying it to him, that he might use it in cutting a a hole into the dungeon below. To this he answered that Casanova would only be exchanging one dungeon for another; and would have declined the enterprise, but the propounder of the scheme was not so easily to be diverted from his purpose; he sent word back that Balbi had only to do as he directed, and leave the rest to him. He then took the precaution to buy a quantity of holy pictures, with which he might hide the hole from Lorenz during its progress. There was, however, another difficulty, more stubborn to be conquered than the dullness of Balbi; and this was the transmission of the steel, which could only be done through Lorenz. He tried to conceal it at the back of a large folio, between the binding and the book itself; but unfortunately it was two inches longer than the volume. His ingenuity, however, found way of overcoming this evil; he told Lorenz that he intended to celebrate St. Michael's day with two great dishes of macaroni, one of which he intended to present to Balbi in return for the loan of his books. This feint succeeded; the macaroni was brought, placed on the book, and by its size hid the projecting part of the steel; and Lorenz, without the slightest suspicion of the fact, conveyed the whole to Balbi, who had been previously prepared to receive it.

Eight days Balbi employed in making the opening, and at last gave the signal of its being nearly accom plished, by three light strokes on the floor. Next morning he sent word by the usual mode of intelligence, that he would finish his work the same day if the ceiling of the room below should prove to consist of two deals only; for the boards were not more than an inch thick. At the same time, he promised not to cut quite through the ceiling, a point that Casanova had repeatedly forced on his attention, for fear their work should be discovered by Lorenz.

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Things were now rapidly drawing to a crisis; a quarter of an hour and Balbi would have accomplished his part, when, to the surprise and terror of Casanova, he heard footsteps in the passage. The signal for Balbi to desist was hastily given, and only just in time to anticipate the appearance of Lorenz, who entered with a new prisoner. This fellow proved to be a government-spy, by his own confession, and though under temporary disgrace, was hardly to be trusted. Casanova tried him, however, by confiding two letters to his charge, innocent in themselves, but which, as might have been expected, he gave unopened to the Secretary of the tribunal. His companion pretended an indignation at this treachery which he did not feel; but he had a farther object in the fiction, and now gave directions to Balbi to continue his labors, while he persuaded the spy that the noise was the work of an angel. The brutal ignorance and bigotry of the man made him swallow this gross and palpable falsehood.

The work was at last done. As the clock struck seventeen a piece of the ceiling fell down, and Balbi was in the arms of his friend below. The spy was perfectly astonished, but fear kept him silent; and Casanova now ascended to the old count who had shared Balbi's dungeon, but who had neither body nor mind for an enterprise like this. In fact, he refused to join

in it.

On returning to his dungeon, Casanova cut all the furniture and bed-linen into stripes, tying them carefully together, till the length of the whole was fifty fathoms. Thus armed, he again ascended with his companions, and in about three hours he had cut an opening through the roof, and forced away the lead sufficiently to allow a passage; but on looking out he was greeted, and not pleasantly, by the light of the new moon, shining clearly on the prison. As the head of this perilous expedition, he resolved to wait till the moon was down, which would be at five; and as the sun did not rise before thirteen o'clock, there would be seven hours of perfect darkness for their escape. These difficulties enraged Balbi; he protested that if he had known Casanova's plan he never would have helped him out of his dungeon; but Casanova had too much need of him to show any anger at these reproaches, and they now set out, leaving the count and the spy, who were too timid, or had too little opinion of their scheme to follow them.

with their backs towards the Island of St. Giorgio Maggiore, and before them the cupola of St. Mark's Church, a portion of the ducal palace in which is the Doge's chapel, more splendid than the chapel of any prince. But to have got thus far was, as it soon appeared only half, and the easiest half of their adventure. Leaving his companion, Casanova crept along the roof for more than an hour, to find some place where he might fix his line; but still the places below were too much inclosed to allow of their escape; and to reach the conica, or vicarage, on the other side of the church, was impossible. In this dilemma, when every hope of safety seemed lost, he spied a window in the roof, something more than halfway down, which probably lighted a floor without the circle of the prisons. Letting himself slowly down, his feet soon reached the projecting roof of the window, and having seated himself, he bent over and felt about for the casement, which he had not long to seek for; but unfortunately it was protected by an iron grating. This seemed to offer an insurmountable obstacle to his farther progress: for several minutes he was lost in a sort of mental apoplexy, unable to think or to act, when the clock of St. Mark's struck, and awoke him from his stupor. Lying with his stomach on the narrow roof, he hung over, and by means of his steel, worked at the frame of the grating till he forced it from its socket, after which the glass frames were casily broken. Having accomplished this, he returned to Bulbi, whom he found in a state of rage and desperation, and preparing to return, under the idea that Casanova had fallen from the roof. The question now was, how they should both get into the passage below the window? For the first it was a matter of little difficulty, as he might be let down by his companion sitting on the roof; but how was this to be managed by the second? Balbi proposed that he should be the first, after which Casanova's ingenuity, he had no doubt, would speedily devise some means for his own escape. Casanova had sufficient command over himself to show no symptoms of anger at this proposal.

According to this plan, Balbi was let down into the passage; but the length of line occupied by it clearly proved to his companion that he could not follow him without some additional aid to facilitate his descent. He returned, therefore, to the ridge of the roof, and after travelling a few yards, was fortunate enough to find a ladder, with a heap of stones and mortar, left by some workmen who had been er

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A fog had risen in the meantime, but not so thick as to prevent their seeing any near objects. Casanova was the first. By means of his steel, which he ployed in repairing a cupola. But the difficulty gold plunged into the joinings of the lead, he began to as to get this ladder in the window. With a view 1. cend the roof, dragging Balbi up with him, who held this, he tied the line to the upper rail, and endea-" fast by his skirts; and thus they had got the half way vored to drop it in the right direction; but after maof their perilous journey, when the latter dropped his ny efforts, the end uniformly rested in the gutter at the bundle. Supposing that it might have gone no farther lower extremity of the roof. It was now near mornthan the gutter, Balbi begged his companion to stop. ing; something must be thought of speedily, or he The first impulse of Casanova at this trifle was, by was lost; and in this dilemma he ventured on the pea single blow of his foot, to send him after his pre-rilous experiment of sliding down as gently as possible cious venture; but his companion was indispensable, into the gutter, the edge of which happily stopped his and he restrained his feelings.

After passing over sixteen plates, or perhaps more, they got to the ridge of the roof, where they rested,

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falling. With a little labor, he succeeded in forcing the ladder about a foot in at the window, which le sened its weight considerably; and in a few min

gress stopped by a door that defied every effort made to force it. Here, to the great astonishment of his companion, Casanova sat down with great content, exclaiming that he had done his part, and that Providence or Fortune would do the rest.

Abbia, chi regge il ciel, cura del resto, O la fortuna, se non tocca a lui. And Providence did effect the rest; their figures had been seen at the window by some one passing, who imagining that the porter had by mistake locked them in, gave the man notice of it, and he accordingly came to their release. He was alone; Casanova rush

he got it two feet farther, when he again climbed up to the window-roof, and kneeling on it, endeavored by pulling with the line to bring the whole of the ladder into the passage. In this effort, that partially succeeded, his knees slipped, and he had only his breast and arms on the roof. He struggled hard to regain his situation, and had just accomplished it, when the exertion brought on a violent cramp, as painful as it was paralysing. For two minutes he hung in this way between life and death; at last the pain subsided, and by degrees he not only regained the roof, but succeeded in forcing down the ladder, by the help of which he descended to his companion. They were now in the Doge's chancery. Their difficulties, how-ed by him, and Balbi followed; but no sooner had ever, were not yet over; and so weary was Casanova from his exertions, that he literally fell asleep, in spite of the perils that surrounded him. But Balbi would not let him repose long; at the third hour he woke him to renew their toil, and after breaking their way through two chambers, they at last found their pro

they cleared the palace than they walked quietly to avoid exciting any suspicion. "To the church! to the church!" exclaimed Balbi; but it was not there that Casanova hoped for an asylum. He hastened to the canal, sprang into a gondola, and ordered the boatman to row him to Fusino.

EXPERIENCES OF

MODERN PHILOSOPHER.

A MODERN

Dans les petites boîtes les bons onguens.

LESSON THE FOURTH.

XXVI. IF you have not commenced the vicious habit of chewing tobacco, avoid it as you would the contamination of the cholera. Trifle not with the attempt; a plaything practice, by indulgence, will become a tyrant custom. There is scarcely a confirmed chewer who does not regret his first mouth mumbling of the Nicotian nastiness. It is an allowable habit in a jack-tar, whose biscuit, if not weevilly, requires to be placed on the breech of a gun, and rapped with a marlin spike, to be broken into bits of edible capacity; or, if soaked in sea water, forms an agreeable melange with salt junk, dog's-body, cocoa, grog, gunpowder, and cannon-balls. With this fare, molasses-rolled pigtail, or genteel cavendish, forms an osite appendage. A "chaw" relieves the monoof a long voyage, and helps the dreariness of a ght watch. Niggers, who "work o' night," may also be allowed the refreshment of a quid, but what excuse can a young gentleman render for fouling his mouth with the bestiality of chewed tobacco? Can any man, who indulges in the habit, insult the delicacy of his lady love by pressing his black and filthy labials against her pure and rosy lips, the portals of her soul? Dare he mingle his noisome belching, redolent of the odious scent, with the delicious etherialities of her breath? Tobacco chewers should never be allowed kiss the dainty darlings of the gentler sex, except the *ural fatuities who fill their mouth with snuff---like

will to like-we freely resign them to one another. But the ladies, God bless them, uniformly express their dislike of the practice, and sneer at the nastiness of the corners of a tobacco-chewer's mouth, and the splash of the huge gouttes of saliva that he spits frem his filthy lips. But the users of the weed reap the benefits of its long enjoyment in the foul discoloration of their teeth, rottenness of gums, and frequent can. cers on their tongues-bleared and blood-shot eyes, intestinal disorders, hypochondria, and cadaverous complexions are the certain results of this useless prac tice.

I have heard some persons attempt to defend the habit by instancing the prevalence of cigar smoking, and remarking upon the affinity of taste. There is no affinity. We may admire the perfume of the scentbag, without wishing to masticate the fabrication; and the smoke of the pastille may be grateful, but we are not required to thrust the páte d'odeur into our hollow tooth.

A tobacco chewer should never degrade good wine by using it as a potable; a three-center of old rye is good enough to mix with tobacco water, to wash their fiery throats.

XXVII. It is a common opinion with the would-be worldly wise, that a man is not to be trusted who cannot look you in the face while he is talking to you Nothing exemplifies the fallacy of popular adages so

completely as this little phrase. A confident scoun-, pared receptions would evince. A dirty house is as drel will look into the "depths of your eyes," and bad as a foul tongue, and it is better to see your wife pick your pocket at the same time; he must indeed clean her teeth than play on the guitar. The lovebe a poor swindler who is afraid to face his prey. liest of her sex could not effect a hole in my heart if The meek and pious Addison never looked any one she had a hole in her stocking; neatly and sweetly in the face, yet he was never suspected of picking dressed is better than gauds and dirt; a clean white pockets, child stealing, or forgery. But Peter looked hand is finer than a foul and jewelled finger-and a fawningly upon the countenance of Jesus when he wife who simply braids her own hair, looks better in betrayed his master with a kiss, and the rascally se- my eyes than the slut who pins on the greasy curls ducer gazes with a meretricious fondness upon the viz- of another woman's poll. Slatternly housewives are nomy of his victim, while the poor innocent droops her always termigants, and generally devote their decline eyes under the effects of his ardent glance. of life to the service of the rum bottle.

XXVIII. If you are compelled to attend a party XXX. The man who despises his neighbor because where deep drinking may be expected, listen to my he professes a different creed, is destitute of the foundaadvice, and I can exhibit a means of escape that will tion of all religion-a reverence for the work of his enable you to enjoy your fair allowance of wine, and Creator. The various sects of religion may be comwalk home steadily when your friends are under the pared to many streams of living water flowing from table, or floundering in the kennel. Remember, that the mountain land; some of them dash with rapid I mention it as applicable only in cases of necessity, currents over the obstructions in their course, and bear for excessive drinking is now-a-days considered prodi- down opposition by the impetuosity of their stream. giously vulgar and bestial. The line of regimen is Others glide with gentle ripple through pleasant vales simple, but must be strictly observed. Read over the and flowery banks, sparkling with joy in the beams of second item in my first lesson; it will instruct you the morning sun, and reflecting back the lustrous beau what wine to drink during dinner, and when. If a ties of the star-lit sky. Others again steal with dark friend sends you a different sort of wine to that which and slender tide along the most rugged and desolate you are drinking, request the favor of pledging him in tracks-" beneath the shade of melancholy boughs;" your own it is a frequent and desirable practice. occasionally wrecking the adventurous voyagers that Remember that, if you mix your wine otherwise than trust their gloomy streams, by hurling them over specified in that item, you are a gone case. You may some unexpected precipice, and dashing their hopes take fish, but beware of the sauce-avoid all vegeta- beneath the cataract's foam. The water of some of bles, and discard your soup if you perceive the taste the streams is pure and clear-others possess a muddy of a vegetable infusion. All salads are included in quality-a slimy taint, that mars the taste of the good the prohibition. Eat heartily of plain roast or boiled things of this life, and clouds the faculties of the mind meat, with plenty of crusty bread. Touch not pie and heart. But all the rivers ultimately gain the open nor pudding, nor any portion of the dessert. Avoid | sea; and if we do but steadfastly pursue the track that all malt liquor, and drink no more water than you re- we conceive to be correct, and stick honestly to the quire. Sit still; laugh as little as you can; talk only navigation of our own vessels, without endeavoring when you are compelled; and, above all, beware of to run down our neighbor's craft, or to run up other singing or speechifying. Nibble a cracker now and people's creeks with evil designs, we shall eventually then; stick closely to the olives, and if you feel a sick-cross the wide unfathomable ocean, and obtain snug liness of taste, refresh your palate with a pinch of common table salt. Stir not from your seat, if you can help it, and studiously avoid all smoking or snuff taking. By attending to these remarks you may do considerable duty in a hard party-but the best way to avoid drunkenness is to flee the path of temptation.

XXIX. If a virtuous woman is a crown to her husband, as the Psalmist says, be sure that a sluttish one is a circle of thorns to her partner's heart. If you are on the point of marriage, and fancy that your fair one when out of the world's eye, indulges in a slatternly disarrangement of dress, or that she is not sufficiently frequent in her lavements, or even has a propensity to litters and lie-abouts, pause in your proceedings, and note her conduct with attentive eye. If you satisfy yourself of her slatternly habits, follow the example of Sam Patch, and leap into the boiling cataract of Niagara, but do not attempt to navigate the stormy waters of this life with a dirty, ill-kept craft. If lovers would but pop in unexpectedly upon their dearies, and catch them occasionally in dishabille, they would know more of their habits than twenty formally pre

anchorage in the haven of our hopes.

XXXI. If you have accustomed your stomach to late suppers, be assured that a bowl of water gruel is the most grateful and wholesome preparation. It can be made particularly palatable, and is recommended by Kitchener as the best breakfast or supper for the rational epicure. I can speak from experience of its good qualities in the latter use. It is satisfying with out overloading, easy of digestion, and remarkably soothing and comforting to an irritated stomach. One table spoonful (two, if you prefer the gruel pretty thick,) of oat meal, intimately mixed with three of cold water, and gradually commingled with a pint of boiling milk (water if you like) will make, after simmering for a few minutes, a bowl of capital gruel. Let it stand, and skim it-you may add almost every possible condiment, if you please, but sugar and butter are the most healthy and toothsome. Broth, instead of water, makes an agreeable crowdie kind of mixtureand a glass of brandy or wine, with sugar, nutmeg, or ginger, will be found of service when the inside is out of order. A tea spoonful of Epsom salt, and a lump of butter, will give an aperient quality to the

gruel, and be found of glorious service after a hard | the necessity of Chesterfieldian instruction, but the day's drinking. good old lord was generally correct in his moral XXXII. However heartily we may contemn the minutiae; he paid particular attention to the comfort opinions of another, let us remember that we are not of his domestics, and enjoyed the effects in being well bound to despise the author of the opinions. It is a served and beloved by every one in his employ. He difficult thing to separate our objections, but good land left handsome legacies to many of his servants, consi. may produce weeds, and no man despises a fine ordering them, as he expressed it, his inferiors but in the chard because he has been once disappointed in the

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gift of fortune-yet he exacted and obtained a rigor. ous discharge of their various duties..

XXXIV. Wine is frequently deterioated in its quality by the way in which it is iced. Mousseux Champagne may, without injury, be poured over the frozen chrystal-its rapid effervescence preserves the vinous spirit from injury, and instantly mingles the melted

XXXIII. Suffer no familiarity from your domestics, or eventually you will have to wait upon yourself. Let them, from the first moment that they enter your employ, understand that your orders are invariably to be executed to the best of their abilities, and with a prompt celerity that will prevent the necessity of a re-water with the wine. But port, claret, burgundy, petition of your directions. A gentleman will ever be known by his conduct to his servants; in that respect he is particular never to misbehave himself. A general equanimity of temper, and moderate kindness of man-ice tub-not too long, but for a sufficient time-let it ner, will beget more respect than a sideboard of plate, or a daily parade of bank and check books. The conventional forms of modern society have superseded

madeira, and sherry, are completely neutralized by having the ice put into the body of the wine. Let the bottle or decanter, well stopped, be placed in the

stand for a few minutes before using, and the sudden evaporation will cool the liquor more completely than an hour's immersion in the refrigerator.

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