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closed, and their lids were swollen and discoloured. | One by one the domestics perished, and the disease I saw, too, that it was Agatha who lay before me. spread over the adjacent country, till it reached Flo* * * * * * * . * * rence, where the devastation was fearful. Why do ye not darken the room, and shut out the
My affianced bride was the last survivor in her falight from me? Tis true, I behold not the rushing ther's halls ; she lived to see her parents and the whole Arno, or the vineyards on its banks: but the scenes I of the count's vassals expire, when she herself departed have witnessed there, pass in succession before my eyes. in the silence death had occasioned. Life had now no. There, do you not see yon dismantled vessel, and the
pleasure for me; the veil which had so long hung over spectral crew! Ha! one man gains the shore, and has
me, suddenly vanished, and I saw, with feelings which escaped. Look, lock-he stoops to drink in that pel
have ever since influenced me, the precipice on which I lucid fountain, and the water now is tainted and
stood. After disposing of my estates to my relations, I discoloured. 'Tis a horrid sight, for his face has marks
retired to this monastery, where I have spent nearly of some loathsome disease, which, doubtless, he will
fifty years; and while I look down the mountain on communicate to us. Nay, nay maiden, clasp me not
which it is situated, towards the scene of my former so tightly. Entwine not thine arm with mine; I have
trials, I can say with fervour, 'it is good for me that I no power to shield thee, but must escape if I would
have been in trouble.' wish to live,
Stanzas, *This indeed is pleasant; green fields, with olive
BY THE LATE ROSE LAMBERT PRICE, ESQ. grounds, and chesnut trees, stretching far up the
Thou hast cast off the heart that I gave thee mountains. Yes! this is pleasant. The solitude of this
Like a weed that was worthless and vain, deep glen is far better than the noise of cities. And An heart that had perished to save thee, my rural pastimes, how free from alloy! But still there
Thou hast given to the bleak world again;
Thine is false, that so oft thou hast told me is a pang which often assails my heart, even in my gay
• Liv'd only to beat for my own, est moments. Oh! I have deeply, deeply erred. I go And the arms that were want to enfold me to make reparation ere it is too late.'
Perhaps round another are thrown! * * * * * * * * *
When I gazed on thy beautiful tresses, What change is this in Florence ? Grass and rank On thy brow and thy bosom of snow,weeds in its once thronged streets. Its noble palaces
When I lived but amid thy caresses,
Oh! how little thine heart did I know ! ruined and deserted. I recollect now - the plague
When I felt that wild heart vainly beating, reigns here.
I believed it could beat but for me,
As all that is lovely must be !
Yet who, when thy bosom was heaving,
While he drank thy bewildering sighs, tresses ; how they shade the features. I remember now.
Could think that thine heart was deceiving, But the change is very great. That lip, once full and And false the pure light of thine eyes? red, is thin and white, and the cheek of da zzling ra
Oh! who when thine arms were around him, diance has large purple spots upon it. The plague,
As his lip to thy kisses he press'd,
Could think that thy falsehood should wound him, the plague has reigned here also.'
That pillow'd thine head on his breast ?
But go! Though that soft breast were heaven, I have thus given a few of the unconnected speeches
Its snows were a heaven alone which I recollect uttering during the period of frenzy To the chosen one to whom it was given that succeeded the sight of Agatha's corpse; of the rest
To rest on it all as his own!
Farewell! thou art faise and I leave thee! I have no distinct remembrance; though I do not yet
Farewell! my vain hopes I resign: forget the heavy chains that bound me, or the fever Farewell! I could never deceive thee; that reigned in every vein.
No, the crime and the ruin are thine! It was many months before I became sufficiently tranquil to hear the account of Agatha's death. It
Une Nuit au Corps de Barde. seems that the plague was communicated by the That the revolution has produced many evils; that wretched being who escaped from that sinking vessel, it has caused great ravages, and deprived France of on the night of my heartless flight from the palace. some of her bravest citizens, every one must allow; that it has destroyed many prejudices, many abuses, | The first patrole which was ordered out I comand has been instrumental in laying the foundation of manded; it was required at the Palais Royale at a many valuable institutions, no one can deny: it is ne- maison de jeu, where a young gentleman had discessary to convince those persons of the last mentioned charged a pistol at his head. During the time occupied facts, whose memory's are apt to deceive their judg- in drawing up the proces verbal, in an adjoining ments, through their amusing themselves too frequently chamber, the unfortunate youth expired. We brought in regretting the past rather than hoping for the future. with us to the guard-house an officious personage, who
A note handed to me a few mornings since, by the accidentally found himself in possession of the watch porter of my hotel, gave rise to the above reflections. of the deceased, whom he had been very attentive in It was a billet de garde, and has furnished me with assisting.- Towards one o'clock all was silent in the the materials for the following narrative of the oc guard-room: cards, singing, smoking, reading, had currences of a night on guard.
all ceased, every one except myself was wrapped in While possessing myself, (with the aid of my spec- profound slumber, and the peace of night was only tacles,) of the information contained in the billet, I disturbed by the nasal twangs proceeding from a corpar hazard cast my eyes on a looking-glass, opposite pulent guardsman, fast locked in the arms of morto where I stood, which proved to me that the serjeant pheus. On a sudden the sentinel without cries fire-In major of the company, in commanding my service, had a moment the guards are up, a detachment of ten men, certainly not troubled himself to consult the register of of which I formed one, hastened to the spot, where we my captain. I resolved, notwithstanding, to present arrived before the firemen, and our first care in apmyself in person, in order to claim my future exemption, proaching the house, from the windows of which, the intending however to do myself the honor, (though inhabitants uttered the most fearful cries, was to break nearly eighty years of age,) of passing the night in the open the door and rescue the women and children, company of those brave citizens, who voluntarily offer from the devouring fames. It is but justice to the themselves as protectors of the property and persons Parisians to say, that there is no people in the world of their fellow subjects.
more feelingly alive to distress: the national guard, When I presented myself in the ranks, it excited a which may be considered as the elite of the inhabitants, degree of surprise in my comrades, among whom I did never fail, under these circumstaces, of setting an exnot observe any contemporains; the officer approached
ample of zeal and courage. The neighbouring postes
ample of zeal and courage me, and with a respectful air immediately authorized joined themselves to ours. The firemen hastened to the my absence, but resolved to finish my enterprize, I did spot; and in less than two hours a fire which had not avail myself of his permission.
threatened so great a destruction, was extinguished Our party consisted of twenty men, commanded by a
without a single loss of life, or even extending its rasub-lieutenant. Our place of meeting was in the court vages to the adjoining houses. of the Bibliothéque, from whence we sat out for the
It was nearly three o'clock when we returned to the Rue du Lycée, near the Palais Royale, and having | guard-house, where we refreshed ourselves with a taken possession of our post, the serjeant called the
bowl of punch, that our officer had prepared for us. muster roll, and to avoid fatiguing me, I was appointed
We discoursed on the drama in which we had been to the rank of corporal.
actors as well as witnesses, when a new adventure Night approaching, every one returned to the guard happened to form the after-piece. house after having dined. The drummer brought to A bourgeois, of about fifty years of age, whose the station, the cloaks, roquelaires, and fur caps, with appearance was so singular and manners so pompous, which the more wary part had taken care to furnish yet so candid, that it was impossible to restrain a smile themselves for passing the night. Some, marked by a
even before we had learned the purport of his visit. pillow or a blanket, their place upon the Lit de Camp.
Living near to the guard-house, he came to beg of us Some played at piquet on the stove ; others smoked
to procure him admission to his own house. He had their meerschaums; a group, surrounding a lamp,
dined in the couutry at the house of a friend where he listened to the news of the day, which was read to was to have slept, but his friend, who lodged several them, from a journal by one of their comrades, while
foreigners, not having a bed disposable, he was obliged the officer of the night, seated in his arm chair, to return, and his wife through excess of jealousy smoked his cigar, and issued his orders with all the refused to open the door: he enquired for one of our sang-froid of a veteran general.
comrades, with whom he was intimately acquainted, She had given birth to a son, a lovely infant, who is and who he knew to be on duty at our guard-house. her idol, all that is dear to her-her only happiness ; The person he enquired after had obtained, (I know for the robber-chief had resumed his ferocious and not upon what excuse,) permission to absent himself repulsive manner, and his looks became no longer for several hours during the night, but notwithstanding softened on encountering her eyes. Desperation had the want of his recognition, three men were com- seized his soul and usurped the place of love. His manded to go and enquire into this curious affair. | band formerly numerous and warlike, is destroyed ;
We knocked at the door with violence, a window of soldiers from France had in numerous encounters the entresol opened, the spouse appeared, and with a gained the advantage, and the companions of the chief simpering air and in a voice imploring and complaining, had perished; many had been betrayed; others had enumerated the griefs she had to complain of against deserted : a reward of two thousand piasters was set her husband, from which he excused himself with a upon his head.—But four men remain faithful to himtone of simplicity and truth, which convinced us even Four! out of a band of sixty !-resistance would be vain while it excited our risibility. We began to intercede and useless. The little band closely pursued by the for him; the young wife, who it was apparent wished enemy, hastily make for the last and surest of their only to gain time, conjured us in the name of good retreats. The pursuers are ill acquainted with the manners to make her husband pass the night at our passes of the mountains, but the slightest noise serves guard-house. Our young men who would bave willingly to guide them to the fugitives, who march with caution, placed themselves in the situation of the latter, insisted, speaking seldom, and then only in whispers, whilst the however, that she should open the door: I gave the brigand's son slumbers in its mother's arms ;-it wakes formal orders, and threatened force. She at last decided and cries. “Peace !” exclaims the chief, “his life is upon admitting us to avoid scandal; after some minutes less precious than ours! —silence him !”-A horrible the door opened; we ascended in darkness with the presentiment enters the mind of the terrified motherhusband, who overwhelmed us with acknowledgments, a chilling fear absorbs her soul. and we quitted the house after having heard him close The soldiers hear the infant's cries, and direct their the door of his chamber. There were four when we pursuit with greater certainty ; they know that a woset out, but we found five on returning; of which man and child accompany the brigand ; they approach ! number was the guardsman, who had obtained leave of their footsteps are heard ! a prompt silence is the only absence, and for whom the good husband had so par- means of escape.-“Peace!”. again exclaims the chief. ticularly enquired. His unexpected appearance excited The cries cease, and a dead silence succeeds the noise bursts of laughter, which redoubled at the sight of his which had betrayed the direction of their flight.-To sabre and cartouch box, slung over the same shoulder, save his companions and himself, he had dashed his and one of his gaiters fastened on à l'envers.
son against the sharp point of a rock!— The mother C. W. C.
sheds not a tear; the chief turns aside his head, and
his companions avert their eyes, while she raises the The Widow's Daughter.
body of her child, and in speechless agony presses it to
her bosom. She carries it a few moments, but the The widow's daughter, followed the brigand of Bo- chief commands her to relinquish it. She insists upon vine; him who for two years had desolated La Pouille, bearing the body to a place of safety: she wishes to and whom the terrified peasants had designated as the form a grave which she may hereafter visit: but stung mountain king.
by the sight, the bandit tears the infant corpse from the Conceiving him to be a soldier who had deserted mother's arm, and dashes it with violence to the earth! and was threatened with death; sympathy and pity for Still she weeps not, she utters not a word. his misfortunes were her first emotions ; she loved Evening approaches, the bandits overcome by him without knowing her passion, and when her heart fatigue, pant for repose; she offers to act as sentinel. informed her of the secret-to tear herself from him Her inflamed and swollen eyes announce no disposition was impossible. She followed him to avoid disgrace and to sleep; they give her arms, and she watches by their her mother's anger; and now she wanders in the sa- side as they lay extended on the ground.—They sleep; vage haunts of the banditti, and shares their perils and her gaze is fixed on one--the murderer of her child. fatigues. Poor wretch! thy imprudence costs thee dear. Her thoughts reverts to days of bliss and innocence
Indifference I may learn to brave,
And harder still my own despair; May think with gladness of the grave,
But pity,-thine,-I could not bear. Oh! false one! had we never met,
All had been well; it might be yet, Could I, as thou hast done,-FORGET.
Alas! alas! my woman's heart
Is bound with memory's burning chain, To thee, all faithless as thou art !
To thee in madness and in pain! I vow my fetters to forswear,
To hate thee in love's deep despairI strive,-the curse becomes a prayer :
to her mother, her poor deserted mother, who is now, perhaps, no more-her child murdered in her arms presents itself to her frenzied imagination. VengeanceItalian vengeance—fills her heart.—“ Wretch! he does not dread my hate; he holds me even in contempt.', She utters a wild convulsive laugh,—the musquet is levelled with a sure and deadly aim.—She fires !—the bullet pierces the robber's breast!-a groan a struggle! and he is no more. The report arouse his sleeping comrades, and she Alies to save herself from their vengeance, but fearful of an ambuscade, they dare not pursue. She seeks the soldiers, and demands an interview with their captain, exclaiming—“ I have slain the brigand of Bovine, the scourge of La Pouille, him who was surnamed “the mountain king!'”
The soldiers behold her with amazement; they listen to her horrible recital and they pity her. She claims and receives the reward, but her mother for whom she intended it, is no more; she had died heart-broken at the loss of her lovely but ill fated daughter.
Again she becomes a bride. After the birth of a second son she is seized with a dreadful delirium, she imagines they are murdering her child, and sees the bleeding corpse constantly before her.-At times she wanders through the forest, and tearing up the earth with her hands to seek for the body of her first born. Her reason had for ever fled.
For thee, for aye;-and though the blight
Of grief is on my soul and frame; Though life is but a starless night,
And none will sooth me, all must blame, That prayer, affection's fondest vow,
With breaking heart, and burning brow, I feel it, breathe it, even now!
Forget thee! though hast done me wrong,
And left me o'er that wrong to grieve; And outward trace of suffering strong
May every eye but thine perceive: Yet hath not day, nor night of pain,
Though working madness in my brain, Or changed my heart, or broke my chain.
A CARRIAGE broke down in the middle of an uneven country road, near the little town of Gondecourt, in France: it sustained much damage, and there was little chance of its being speedily repaired, consequently the delay promised to be tedious; besides there was no resource in the place: for the judge, the curate, the lawyer, and all the respectable families, had left for the season. Our traveller, in this predicament, spies a prettily situated house, surmounted by a plain looking clock; it was a Capuchin convent, he approaches and rings; they open the gate, and perceive a man of a slight thin figure, having the appearance of an invalid, well dressed and extremely polite, who demands a lodging. The Capuchins possess little, but they bestow all they have; they receive and treat the stranger courteously. After the usual compliments lavished on the one side, and received on the other, with great politeness, the Capuchins commence a desultory conversation; he pays great attention, and seldom speaks. They interrogate him on various subjects, to every thing he replies shrewdly and sensibly: the angelus bell sounds. “Will monsieur join in the angelus ? "_" My friends I was just about to propose it.” Afterwards comes the repast, middling without doubt, but however of a better description than usual. They were more particular in consequence of the presence of their new guest. During the dinner they speak of theology, (for that is the philosophy of the Capuchins :) the
Thou art afar 'mid radiant things,
All reckless of my grief or gloom, For thee; the desert hath its springs,
And oft recurring spots of bloom ; And life for me, had once the same,
Until thy influence, like a flame, Brillant but blasting o'er it came.
Despised ! forgot! well, be it so,
Thou dost not gaze on my distress; Nor murmur of my love and woe,
Nor tear that pride cannot repress, Nor look revealing sense of wrong,
To thee can e'er be borne along, And this, at least, is comfort strong.
stranger is almost as conversant with the subject as the replied the ambassador to his interpretor, that the fathers, and is of the same opinion. They speak of exception renders the reply impossible. the different Capuchin convents in France, Germany, and Italy, which, in the opinion of these good people,
HOMAGE PAID TO GENIUS.--I had just landed at are the true capitals of the respective countries. The
Portsmouth, with a gallant Hanoverian cfficer; and stranger is more au fait, than they could have ima
having some relations in Dorsetshire, I begged the gined, in this particular branch of geography, and
major to accompany me, which offer he accepted with extols the peculiar talent of the children of Saint
many thanks. It was a beautiful day, and we travelled Francis, in making choice of the most beautiful situ
on horse back, that we might see the surrounding ations. They cite some trait of humanity in the
scenery to better advantage. As we rode through a character of this good Saint Francis d'Assises: their
park in Wiltshire, we perceived at a great distance a guest admires them, and relates other anecdotes of this
magnificent marble monument. The major is an enthusaint, of which the fathers were ignorant. They are
siastic admirer of the English character. “Certainly,” perfectly charmed with this agreeable stranger, and pleased with themselves for having bestowed such
cried he, “ this is some testimony of respect to the · attentions on one who so fully merited it, and who, not
memory of a great man, or illustrious philosopher, who
has devoted his life to the enlightenment of mankind. withstanding his modesty, appeared to be possessed of
“ The English are famous for their veneration to a more than ordinary degree of infomation on points of such overwhelming importance. He even under
great men. This monument has perhaps been erected stood several Latin quotations! almost as well as the
to the memory of a Loeke, a Newton, or a Bolingbroke.”
We accelerated our pace, and shortly arrived at the superior himself, and shewed a capability of conversing even with the chief dignitaries of the order.
mausoleum. The major hastened to examine it, and At length they beseech him to attach himself to
to peruse the epitaph.-- Indignation was depicted on their community; they exhibit to him in perspective,
his countenance, when he discovered that this supposed the most exalted rank and dignities, if he will one day
homage to genius was a mausoleum erected at an enrol himself as a member of their society. The
| immense expence to the memory of one of the Earl of
Abingdon's—bay horses ! stranger promises to take it into consideration ; he is duly sensible of their kind sentiments towards him, and modestly excuses himself from so great an honor.
Anecdote of NAPOLEON.–Napoleon admired digThe carriage is at last ready, and they must separate;
nity even in others. One day, a courtier, well known the whole convent is afflicted at the announcement. The
for his parsimonious habits, arrived at Saint Cloud in carriage dissappears, and the most sincere good wishes
a hackney coach! keeping no equipage for the sake of of the whole convent accompany—The Philosopher
economy. Napoleon having noticed this, a few days VOLTAIRE !!
afterwards accosted him. “It appears Monsieur Le Comte, that you have no carriage?"Z" Sire.”—“I will
send you an equipage to morrow.”—“Sire ! -- your MARIE ANTOINETTE. - The French were not the
Majesty!”—and stammering out these words, he bent only people sensible to the despotie empire of beauty,
to the earth in mingled joy and respect. with which Marie Antoinette reigned over every heart.
The next On this head the following anecdote is interesting
morning a splendid equipage, drawn hy four horses,
enters the court-yard of count — The emperor of Morocco, in 1778, had an ambas
; it was from the
emperor! “ Oh! what good fortune !” exclaimed the sador at the court of France: he was admitted to the
delighted count. “ Here is the bill, monsieur.” queen's ball, and appeared astonished at the brilliancy
count knit his brows, examined the bill, and paid it; he of the fête, and above all at the appearance of a number
dared not refuse. Napoleon's courtiers were obliged of young ladies, who where probably more remarkable
to pay—and to pay well too. for their beauty, than the splendour of their costume. H. R. H. le Comte d'Artois, who enjoyed the surprise which the ambassador manifested, sent to enquire of him to which of the ladies he gave the preference,
o which of the ladies he gave the preference, v. SLATER, Printer, 23, Buckingham Place, Fitzroy Square. with the exeeption of the queen. Tell the prince,