MR. VON WRANGLE'S SIBERIAN EXPEDITION. A work of much geographical interest has recently been published at Berlin. It is a translation from manuscripts in the archives of the Admiralty at St. Petersburg, of M. Von Wrangle's narrative of an expedition to the North-Eastern coast of Siberia, and of an attempt to reach on the ice, the land long supposed to exist in the Arctic region. This expedition, fitted out by order of the Russian Government, left St. Petersburg, in March, 1820, and was actively engaged in explorations for nearly four years. The account of the expe. dition, written by Von Wrangle, since elevated to the rank of an Admiral in the Russian Navy, has lain at St. Petersburg for over fifteen years, and now only meets the public eye through a German translation. The many unsuccessful attempts to reach Behring's Straits, by proceeding eastwardly along the northern coast of Asia, only stimulated new adventurers to brave hardships and dan gers from which the imagination shrinks. One failure was but the cause of new efforts. For a long time it was believed by some that the Continent of Asia was connected with the supposed Northern Continent, at some point in Siberia; or by others that a Northern Peninsula united the Continent of Asia and America. The remarkable researches of Ross, Parry and Franklin, which led to an exact survey and description of the Northern coast of the new Continent, destroyed the hypothesis of a Northern Peninsula-and to fix with some certainty the line of the Northern coast, the Emperor Alexander I., fitted out two expeditions, with a view to the exact survey of the North-Eastern Coast of Siberia. One of these expeditions was placed under the command of Lieutenant Anjou, who surveyed the coast from Lena to Indigirka, and made a complete map of the Laechow Island. His personal narrative has not been made public. The second expedition was placed under the direction of Lieutenant Von Wrangle, now Admiral, whose task it was to complete the survey of the North-Eastern coast of Siberia, and to determine, if possible, the long-pending enigma of the existence of a large polar continent. The results of this expedition have long been known to the geographical world, in the correction of the maps of the northern coast, but the narrative of his adventures have but just been given to the world. raw, are esteemed in that distant region as highly as the glace satisfied that all attempts to reach the supposed continent by eter. Notwithstanding this narrow escape, the party still contin ued to move steadily northward, and were met by another storm, and again set adrift upon the ocean. With great dɗfficulty they got back to the main body of ice, but still con tinued no thward. Thus continuing their journey, they came at last to the edge of an immense chasm in the ice, which reached in both directions beyond their visible horizon, and in breadth at least 150 fathoms. Here their journey had neces sarily to find a termination. "We climbed," says the author, "to the summit of one of the loftiest icebergs, whence we This narrative, like all the narratives of hardy adventurers obtained an extensive view towards the north, and whence we into the polar regions, abounds with perilous escapes, and acbeheld the wide, immeasurable ocean spread out before our counts of long and painful endurance of hardships and dan- gaze. It was a dreadful, melancholy, magnificent spectacle! gers. The condition of the native Siberians, in those high On the foaming waves were tossed about, as though they had latitudes, as given by our author, is one of extreme suffering. been mere feathers, icebergs of enormous size; the grotes Their chief subsistence is fish, and often in the spring before que and collossal masses lay one moment inclined on the the fishing season commences, their winter stores become agitated waters, and the next were hurled with awful violence completely exhausted, and famine in its worst forms visits against the edge of the standing ice. The collisions were so them. Our adventurer was three years in this region, and he tremendous that large fragments were every instant broken says, "Three of these periods of horror did I witness, during away, and it was evident that the the rampart of ice, which three succeeding springs, and even now do I shu lder when I still divided the channel before us from the ocean, would soon reflect on the scenes of suffering which I beheld, and of which be completely destroyed. It would have been idle temerity it would be utterly impossible for me to attempt a description." to have to ferry ourselves across, upon one of the floating In June the ice breaks up, and quantities of fish come crowd- pieces of ice, for we should not have found firm footing on our ing into the rivers. Owing to the loosening of large masses arrival. Even on our side fresh breaks were continually form of ice, which the stream is not strong enough to float away, ing, which assumed the form of rivers rushing in different dithe village of Nishney-Kolymsk, where Von Wrangle winter-rections through a continent of ice. We could go no farther!" ed, was regularly inundated, and the inhabitants were forced to escape to the tops of their huts, and pass and repass in canoes. In the winter they glaze their windows with plates of ice, formed to fit, and puttied with snow, which in a little time freezes and makes them perfectly air tight! Of their food and its varities the following account is given: On their return they had to ferry themselves across new chasms, on floating cakes of ice, and escaped to land, after having encoutered dangers which it seems impossible to have escaped. The greatest distance from land was, in a straight line, 105 verets, or about 68 English miles. The point from which they returned was situated in 70° 51' North latitude, "The dainties prepared by the culinary skill of the Ko- and 175° 27' East longitude from Greenwich. The soundlymska matrons are not exactly calculated to excite the appe-ings showed 21 1-2 fathoms water, with a clay bottom. tite of a Parisian gourmand. Fish and reindeer, fresh from the invariable pièces de résistance, and train oil is the constantly recurring sauce. Yet even with these scanty materials to go to work upon, female ingenuity is seldom at a loss to vary the bill of fare. An accomplished French cook will boast of his ability to dress eggs in 365 different ways, and the housewife on the banks of the Kolyma shows herself almost equally inventive. Thus we have cakes made of the roe of the fish, or of the dry fish flour pounded in a mortar. Then the belly of the fish is chopped small, and, with the addition of a little reindeer flesh and makarsha root, thickened with train oil, the delicate compound appears before us in the shape of a savory forced ball. Smoked reindeer tongues are seldom produced, unless in honor of a guest, and small slices of frozen fish eaten This attempt of Mr. Van Wrangle to proceed north, has proved what we believe has since been confirmed, that after advancing north from the main land on the Arctic Ocean for from 20 to 40 miles, the water is found to be unfrozen beyond that point. The only possible way of exploring this unknown region, will be to have a vessel built on the northern extremi ty of one of the most northern islands, and launched during one of the brief summer months for her perilous voyage.— The result of Mr. Van Wrangle's explorations was a survey of the coast from longitude 69° East to 175° East, a distance of 1080 degrees of East longitude in the highest attainable latitude; and to this expedition are we mainly indebted for the correction of the line of coast of Northern Asia, which our best maps now show. Come, Play me that Simple Strain again—The Dead Man of St. Anne's Chapel. 409 Nordech replied, "Remember the oath.' She holds herself bound by an oath; but, if I may be permitted a few min COME, PLAY ME THAT SIMPLE STRAIN AGAIN. utes' conversation with her, I think I can satisfy her that the A BALLAD-BY T. MOORE.* "Come, play me that simple strain again, And bring, if thou canst, the dreams that then Say where, where is it now? But play me the well-known air once more, For thoughts of youth still haunt its strain, Like dreams of some far fairy shore We 're never to see again. "Sweet air, how every note brings back Some sunny hope, some day-dream bright, That, shining o'er life's early track, Fill'd even its tears with light: The new-found life that came With love's first echoed vow, The fear, the bliss, the shame, Say where, where are they now? But still the same lov'd notes prolong, For sweet 't were thus, to that old lay, In dreams of youth, and love, and song, To breathe life's hour away!" THE DEAD MAN OF ST. ANNE'S CHAPEL.t A CRIMINAL STORY....IN FOUR PARTS. PART IV....The Discovery. Scarcely had the first of the jury entered the retiring room in which they were to consider their sentence, when a violent confusion arose at one of the entrances to the court. Sounds were here heard of some one endeavoring to force his way, whose entrance was resisted either by the officers of court or by the crowds, who, having already thronged the court to excess, were by no means disposed to give admission to any The determination of the stranger appeared, however, to have prevailed. A well-dressed man was observed making his way along the passage leading towards the bar: he reached it, and, addressing the judge with the utmost energy, exclaimed, "In the name of Almighty God, I demand a hearing; the accused is innocent!" new comer. All eyes were directed to the speaker. The jury, who were on the point of entering the jury-room, stood still. The president, doubtful whether he should at once interfere in consequence of this irregular disturbance of the proceedings, looked anxiously and sternly at the intruder. Some old ladies, who had taken a marvellous interest in the proceedings, exclaimed, "It is Hermann! The defender's counsel was prophetic in his anticipation." The old ladies were mistaken. The stranger was not Hermann. Ferdinand looked at him coldly and strangely; he passed Ferdinand without noticing him. His glance sought only the accused; and she-she recognised him. With pale and agitated features she saw him approach. She exerted herself to recover her composure, and hastily whispered to him a few words in English. The president, after some reflection, directed the jury to retire to their apartment, and the court to be cleared, and the accused to remain. It was done. He enquired the name of the stranger; and was answered, "Maximilian Von Nordech, an officer of the army; of the fourth regiment of hussars." "What were the words whispered to you by the accused just now?" said the president. This ballad is completely Moorish, and reminds us very much of the talented author's early productions. The melody seems to be taken from a waltz. † Continued from page 390. obligation, if such existed, is at an end. I ask no private audience. The judge may be a witness to our conference. "Lady," began Nordech, his voice faltering, "death has loosed the bonds by which you conceived yourself bound.Your father is no more. He now looks down from a higher sphere upon a daughter who was never unworthy of his affec tion, and who was led to the only rash step of which she was guilty in life by maternal affection. He died without the pain of knowing in what suffering it had been the means of involving you; he died in happy ignorance, in resignation, and in faith. His last word was a blessing upon his daughter. The cause for silence is now at an end. Permit me, then, to reveal to the president, as to a man of honor and intelligence, the whole truth." Albertine looked kindly and gratefully towards her deliverer, but answered only with silence and with tears. Nordech, addressing himself to the president, began: "When our troops returned from France in 1816, I was quartered with the several squadrons of the fourth hussar regiment in this neighborhood. The idleness of quarters led me to excursions into the surrounding country. We officers were hospitably received among the neighboring gentry, and in the numerous bathing places, such as K-, which at that time possessed an excellent theatre. "In that theatre, to which I had accompanied some friend, I accidentally met with Baron Hermann Von Preussach. We had served together in the campaign of 1809, and I was under obligations to him. I felt pleasure in meeting him again, but not unmingled with a feeling of pain. He was sadly altered. The handsome and noble-looking youth had become prematurely old; his limbs stiff and feeble; his spirit gone; even his dress bore the traces either of negligence or of poverty. I knew he had been rich; I had heard he had made a brilliant match; and this I could not reconcile with his present appearance. He seemed to have a suspicion of my thought; but on this occasion we had no time for explanations. "In the course of our subsequent intercourse, I saw that his mind was ill at ease with itself: he lived in society beneath his rank, and with which in his better moments he was disgusted. I was happy to give him the opportunity of finding a better circle among the officers of my regiment. By degrees he became more communicative; he told me, in fragments, the history of his marriage and separation. He told me further, how he had broken with his friends, gone avowed himself, with remorse, to be the guilty person. He abroad for a time, returned, and had now lived on for some attachment still fettered him, though the connection had long months at K-without a plan or object. An unfortunate become wearisome to him. The subject of it was a member of the corps de ballet of the theatre. "Accident led to further disclosures on his part. Among other acquaintances which I and my comrade had formed, was that of the family of Baron Kettler Von Blumenrode, at whose house a young lady was on a visit-Madame Siegfeld. subject of our conversations. At one of these Preussach was She was too attractive and beautiful not to form the frequent present, and the extreme attention with which he listened could not escape my observation. The next time we were alone, he began the most particular enquiries as to Madame Siegfeld. I told him all I knew, and when I had exhausted the subject, he sat for a little, brooding and thoughtful, and To my astonishment I now then broke silence in earnest. learned that Albertine Von Siegfeld was his separated wife. He spoke of her with such affection, with such animation, that he affected me in turn. He confessed that, since the separation, he had lived in a state of moral degradation at which he shuddered. He felt that his only chance of reformation depended on a reünion with his wife. He implored me to act as mediator between them; to be the bearer of his repentant prayer to his wife. I shrunk back: I was terrified at the task; I represented to him the chimerical, the hopeless nature of the attempt. This time he desisted. But the attempt was often renewed. Weary of the subject, I began to avoid Preussach. But I did not avoid Blumenrode; and, strangely enough, I began to think that Albertine eyed me with particular attention. I was not vain enough to ascribe her notice to any personal attractions; but the suspicion flashed across my mind that Hermann had, without my interference, found the means of opening a written communication with his wife, and had alluded to me as one to whom he had confided his secret. I learned afterwards that my conjecture was correct. "To be brief; disclosures took place between Albertine and myself. Albertine told me one evening on which I had the pleasure of accompanying her in an evening walk, that she knew I was acquainted with her situation; that she knew the commission with which I had been charged by Hermann; that she believed me to be a man of honor, and as such would confide in me; but that to Hermann she had but one answer to make that she never would accede to his wish for a reunion. She had forgiven him; but the will of her father, which she never would oppose, rendered all thoughts of reünion hopeless, even if her own feelings could have led her to such a step. I vowed that I would never lend countenance to any plan on the part of Hermann which did not meet with her approbation. "So ended my first conversation with Albertine. I communicated every thing to Hermann. He was silent. The matter appeared to rest. To my surprise and terror, however, I discovered not only that he continued his correspondence with Blumenrode, but received answers from thence. I reproached him; he embraced me, and exclaimed in an agitated tone-O Max! interfere not with my plans. I count upon you. Albertine trusts to me-and yourself! All will soon be clear to you.' 66 My astonishment was indescribable. I still doubted: I thought Hermann must be deceiving me or himself. Yet it was as he said. Albertine had consented, not indeed to a reunion, but to give him a meeting. Hermann, it appears, had assailed her in her tenderest part-her affection for her child. He had threatened that he and his family could and would reclaim the child by law, if she refused him the interview he asked. How Albertine, with her clear intellect, could allow herself to be terrified with this bugbear of a legal reclamation of the child, I know not; but so it was. She consented to Hermann's plan. That plan was as follows: "The gentry of the neighborhood held weekly assemblies in Hilgenberg, and Albertine generally accompanied the Kettle family thither. The parties were numerous-gentlemen and ladies of all ages; excursions-amusements of all kinds -afforded opportunities for any one who chose to separate from the rest to do so without being observed. "It was arranged that Albertine should be summoned from her party by a pretended message from a friend, to whom we gave the name of Madame Seehausen, and conducted to an appointed spot where I should be in waiting. The place fixed was the residence of a respectable woman in Hilgenberg. "From this house I was to conduct Albertine to a lonely ruin on the top of a neighboring eminence; a spot which Hermann had discovered in the course of his rambles, and where he himself was to be in waiting. "I could not disguise from myself the questionable, even the dangerous nature of this scheme. I would willingly have frustrated it; but now Albertine seemed anxious for the interview. She was determined to bring the question as to the child to a point. I was obliged at last to reconcile myself to the plan. Hermann himself could not enter Hilgenberg, where he was known; Albertine could not venture to be seen in his company. To see him at Blumenrode was impossible; while her being seen in my company, either in Hilgenberg or the neighborhood, would excite no remark. In short the plan, hazardous as it might be, was the only one which appeared practicable. "The 10th of August was fixed for its execution. That day, however, the inclemency of the weather prevented. It was delayed for another week. "I know not how it was, but during this interval the thought more than once crossed my mind that Hermann had designs which he did not communicate to me or to Albertine. I hinted this to her in writing. I received no written answer; but I learned in haste from Albertine verbally, that on the 17th she would be at the place of rendezvous. The "Hermann and I were at our posts. But Albertine-I thanked Heaven for it in secret-Albertine came not. illness of one of the family detained her. "Hermann was not daunted. On the 24th he was positive that Albertine would make her appearance. "That ill-omened day approached; the most eventful, the most painful of my life. Early in the morning-it was a Saturday-I rode towards Hilgenberg. As I cast my eyes upwards in passing, I saw the concerted signal that Hermann was in the ruin. I hurried towards the assembly-room at Hilgenberg. "I looked at the visiting list. I prayed that the Kettlers might be again detained. They were: but Albertine cameshe had accompanied the family of Langsitz. "There now remained no choice. The billet was despatched. After an hour of anxious expectation on my part, Albertine came. "The calm dignity, the composure with which this extraordinary woman proceeded on her trying mission-while I, a man, felt my heart beat with an indefinable feeling of terroroverpowered me with surprise, and at last with shame. Time was valuable; without delay we hurried through the garden, and in the direction of the woods, within whose deep shadows we were soon involved. From thence the path ascends, first gradually, then more steeply towards the ruin. Albertine was in her assembly dress; she slid frequently with her thin, smooth shoes; it was only by exerting all my strength that I was able to support and assist her in her ascent. Her heroic perseverance, however, overcame every difficulty. "At the distance of a few steps from the ruin we were met by Hermann. Albertine's heart beat audibly. There he stood before her-the broken-down, degraded man, before the woman blooming in the lustre of almost maiden beauty. What a meeting! What feelings must have been awakened in the pure and noble heart of Albertine! Willingly could I conceal the degrading fact-but it must be spoken. Hermann appeared in a state of unnatural excitation; he had brought wine with him to the ruin-for what purpose I know notand it soon became plain to me that he had indulged in it to excess. "Even Albertine, who had not at first observed it, could not long be insensible to Hermann's condition. His whole behavior had in it something wild, savage, and revolting. I saw by her looks that she repented the step which she had taken; but the deed was done. I exerted myself accordingly to bring the conversation to the point, in the hope that the painful interview might the sooner terminate. Directing the old man, who had been Hermann's guide, to accompany us, we entered the ruin: he could not understand our conversa. tion, which was carried on in French. Its constant, "What shall I say of this conversation? ever-repeated theme was, on the one hand, Hermann's er treaties for a reconciliation and a reünion, on which he felt that is whole chance of amendment depended; on the other, Albertine's inflexible resolution not to violate the injunction of her father. Both parties became warm-reproachful expressions were uttered by Hermann. There was a pause-the day had become hot. Hermann directed the guide to unpack the refreshments. We men applied ourselves to them vigo rously. Albertine, at my request, ate a few morsels to repair her strength. Hermann, in spite of my remonstrances, indulged in long draughts of strong and fiery wine; his entresties, addressed to his wife, became more urgent, and at last assumed the tone of threats, directed both against her and ber child. Albertine rose-she saw it was time to depart—I watched her every look. "Hermann perceived it, and, with a demoniac look and wildly rolling eye, exclaimed, Ay, you are in league-I see through you.' "Albertine cast on him a look of pity and contempt. Herr Von Nordech,' she said, 'I go.' "So, you go!' cried Hermann in a fearful tone. He held a large two-edged knife in his hand. 'You go-go, thenforsake me-cast me back into a life which to me is hell.Life!-no; it is death itself. Go-but first see me die!' And he made a motion with the knife as if to stab himself. "What happened afterwards? I try in vain to realize to myself the order of events in the next moment. I know only that the words thoughtlessly escaped me. "Hermann, are you not ashamed to play off this mummery before your noble wife?' "This reproach seemed to have inflamed him to madness. "Wretch!' he exclaimed, do I not know how to die!' "Scarcely had he uttered these words when he lay at my fect in his blood, the handle of the knife convulsively clasped in his hand, the blade plunged into his heart. Albertine lay beside him, herself bleeding and insensible. Scarcely knowing what I did, I raised her. Her right hand bled. In the moment of the death-blow she had seized hold of the knife to stay his hand-but in vain. "The guide drew the knife from Hermann's breast—it was too late. A single slight movement of the head, a faint rattling in the throat, and Hermann was no more. "Albertine, the weak and tender woman, was the first who evinced promptitude and coolness in these trying circumstances. The deceased was the object of her solicitude.The body, she said, could not be allowed to remain there. Her husband, the father of her children, must not be left exposed and unburied—at all hazards, she was resolved that his remains should find a grave in Christian earth. "The guide suggested the scheme of carrying the body down from the ruin and placing it in the neighborhood of the chapel beneath, where it was certain in a short time to be discovered, and would be taken for the body of some one who had been robbed and murdered on the mountain; in which case it would obtain interment in consecrated ground, which would be denied to it if known to be the remains of a suicide. We thought the plan feasible. With the assistance of the guide, I stripped the body of its upper garments, purse, watch, and portfolio. The clothes we concealed in a pit behind the ruin, covering them carefully with stones. The watch, the purse, the marriage ring, and the portfolio, Albertine, at my request, took into her possession. The seal ring we were obliged to leave on the right hand: it could not be drawn off without mutilation. We tore to pieces the silk cravat which Hermann wore, and bound it tightly round the body to stanch the torrent of blood which still flowed from the wound, and by which my clothes were already sullied; and then raising the body in our arms, we carried it from the ruin, and deposited it on the greensward before the chapel.. tor in this extraordinary event? How came it that the news of her danger only reached him in the most critical moment? Thus it was: His regiment, within a few weeks after the eventful 24th of August, was ordered into another quarter, and afterward reduced. Nordech resumed his original profession, that of a mining engineer, and distinguished himself so much that he was selected to accompany a mining expedition which the government sent out to Brazil. Pleased with the prospects which the New World afforded, he determined to settle there entirely. Before doing so, however, he resolved to visit his native country once more, finally to arrange his affairs before leaving it for ever. His business concluded, he resolved to pay a parting visit to the scenes where he had fought in defence of his country. His way led him through that district where he had been the involuntary witness of such eventful occurrences. The newspapers of the department announced the opening of the assizes in Hainburg; one case was mentioned as likely to attract peculiar attention: the initials only of the parties were given, but to him they were enough. There was no doubt: the accused was Albertine! Thus fearfully had her dark presentiment been fulfilled. He hurried to Blumenrode: there he would hear all; he learned all that the family had to tell it was enough to convince him of the pressing nature of the danger. Albertine's sentence was expected to be pronounced that day, and the "It was now full time to make the best of our way to Hil-worst fears were entertained as to the result. genberg. The guide undertook to conduct Albertine to some surgeon who would dress her wound. I supported her in her descent. Bitterly did she now express her regret that she had violated her promise to her father, under the terror of being separated from her child; perhaps though she did not coufess it-under the influence of old attachment to her husband. ***But never, never,' she exclaimed, shall he have the misery of knowing that I have violated his injunctions: the idea of such disobedience on the part of a beloved daughter would be his death. Come what will-nay, though I should be my. self suspected of being a murderess-though the arm of the law should be extended to persecute me-I will be silent, silent to the scaffold, to the grave!' "I exerted all my eloquence to dissipate this unhappy idea by which Albertine was haunted, but without success. In a tone which cut me to the heart, she repeated that her last prayer to me was, that as long as her father lived I would reveal to no one that she had seen Hermann. I promised solemnly what she required. The guide, touched by her grief, promised, with tears in his eyes, to do the same. "And her parents ?" he inquired: do they know of this? Are they here?" "The Colonel is dead," was the reply: "he never learned the danger in which Albertine stood. The unfortunate mother with admirable prudence contrived to make him believe to the last that Albertine was merely involved in a troublesome process with Ferdinand Von Preussach as to her settlements. Her mother has not yet dared, however, to break the tidings to her, fearing that the shock might be too much for her, when coupled with her own misfortunes. "In the name of Heaven!" exclaimed Nordech, "Albertine has not yet heard of her father's death! She must hear of it, and that instantly!" The ground seemed to burn beneath his feet: he was deaf to every question which was asked. "To Hainburg!" he exclaimed; "to Hainburg! Every instant is precious." In a moment, his horse was ready, and in full gallop for Hainburg. He was told the court was still sitting. He made his way through the thronged passages with difficulty-he saw the jury retiring his eyes lighted upon the prisoner.... The rest the reader knows. Already we were beginning to emerge from the wood. My Happening to be in Marseilles in 1820, I met, in the saloon clothes, I knew, were spotted with blood; but on Albertine's of the inn, the young nurse of a pretty little girl of seven years dress there were only a few specks, which might easily be ac-old, to whom the attendant gave the name of Constance.counted for by the wound in her hand. At this moment she Seeing she was a German, I entered into conversation with discovered that she had dropped her glove. We saw how her, and learned that the sweet was waiting for her parents, important it was to recover it. I offered to reascend for that who were just expected, and that the family were about to purpose, thinking I should have no difficulty in overtaking her. sail from thence for the Brazils. My search was long and vain: the glove was not to be found. When I again reached the road, Albertine was gone. She had proceeded on her way, accompanied by her guide. I reached my quarters about dusk, and I saw her no more till I met her here. Thank God! my coming was not too late!" "Thanks to God, indeed!" said the worthy President. "1 believe your story: it bears on its face the stamp of truth.But the forms of law must be complied with. The evidence of the woodman will be necessary to confirm your statement. Where is he?" "His "I have kept my eye upon him," said Nordech. name is Florian Krauss, and he inhabits a small cottage in the village of Zellenbach." "He shall be summoned. One other circumstance I should wish explained. The purse of the deceased was dropped into the poor's chest of the chapel, with this scrap of writing. How does that cohere with your plan of representing the deceased as having been robbed ?" Nordech looked at the paper with surprise. "I cannot explain it," he replied, "except that Albertine, solely occupied with her own scheme of procuring Christian burial for her husband, may have forgotten our arrangement, and dropped the purse into the box while she remained in the chapel, during the time we removed the body." The old man made his appearance, and his testimony completely corroborated the story of Nordech. One doubt may still remain to be cleared up. How came it that Nordech had been so long separated from the chief ae I asked their names, and was told Nordech. "Now that the lady's mother is dead," continued the nurse, "they have nothing to bind them any longer to this country." Nordech! The name sounded to me as familiar. I inquired further. I learned that Constance was the step-daughter of Nordech -that her name was Fraulein Von Preussach. I saw it all. The lovely child was Albertine's daughterthe daughter of the unfortunate Hermann Von Preussach, the Dead Man of St. Anne's Chapel. A servant entered to announce that the family were come, and were waiting in the carriage. The nurse dressed the child, and hurried down with her. I advanced to the window. A lady and gentleman sat in the carriage. The lady looked up; it gave me an opportunity of perusing again those well-known and still beautiful features which could never be forgotten. It was Albertine. The carriage drove onward to the pier, and the ocean soon lay between her and that land where she had encountered so many sorrows. SMELLING. An old man and a dashing young one conversing, the youth, to show his penetration and discernment in the subject they were talking about, said he could smell a rat as far as any body. "So I should suppose," said the old man, "by the length of your whiskers." LINES WRITTEN DURING A THUNDER-STORM. Almighty God! whose arm of power To thee, who sendest storm and shower, And all things wait with trembling fear, Smiles 'mid the lightning's lurid gleam; THE TOWER OF LONDON." A HISTORICAL ROMANCE. BY W. HARRISON AINSWORTH, Author of 'Crichton,' 'Jack Sheppard,' and 'Rookwood.' PART IV. BOOK THE SECOND....MARY THE QUEEN. the prisoners were separately introduced at stated intervals to take exercise. Throwing his arms round his son's neck, and with diffi culty repressing his emotion, the Duke implored his for giveness. "For what, my lord?" demanded the young nobleman. "For the great wrong I have done you in placing you this fearful jeopardy," answered Northumberland. in "You have done me no wrong, my lord," replied his son. "My wishes were as strongly in favor of the cause as yours, and I am therefore as culpable as yourself. And as I should have been the first to congratulate you on its success, so I ought to be the last to reproach you with its failure." "Nevertheless the fault is mine, and mine only," replied the Duke. "I was the originator of the scheme-the planner of the snare into which we have fallen-and if you perish, your death will lie at my door." "Think not of me, father," replied the young man. "The life I received from you, I will gladly lay down for you. If you desire my forgiveness you shall have it. But I ought rather to ask yours. And, at all events, I entreat your blessing." "Heaven bless you, my son, and have mercy on us both," exclaimed Northumberland, fervently. "If the humblest supplication could move our judges in your favor, it should not be wanting. But I well know they are inexorable." "I would rather die a thousand deaths than you so de meaned yourself," replied Warwick. "Ask nothing from them but a speedy judgement. We go to a condemnation, not a trial." "True, my lord," added Northampton. "We have no thing to hope, and therefore nothing to fear. The game lost, and we must pay the penalty.' "Right, my lord," rejoined Northumberland, embracing him, “and we will discharge it to the uttermost. Would that my life could pay for all." "Since it cannot be, my lord," replied Northampton, "e'en let us meet our fate like men, and give our enemies ne additional triumph. To see your grace so well reconciled to your fate, must encourage those who have lost so little in compar ison." "I am so well reconciled to it," replied the Duke, "tha: I scarcely desire to be restored to my former condition. And yet," he added, sternly, "I would gladly enjoy my former power for an hour, to be avenged on one man.' 22 "His name?" inquired the Earl of Warwick, quickly. "Simon Renard," replied the Duke. A deep silence ensued, which was broken at length by Northumberland, who inquired from the officer in attendance V.....How the Duke of Northumberland was arraigned of High if he knew aught of the Queen's intentions towards Lady Jane Treason in Westminster Hall; and how he made four requests after judgement. Closely confined within the Beauchamp Tower, and treated with great rigour, it was almost a satisfaction to the Duke of Northumberland to be informed, after nearly a fortnight's imprisonment, that his trial would take place on the 18th of August. Though he anticipated the result, and had no hope of escaping the block, the near approach of death did not cast him down, but on the contrary served to reasure his firmness, which of late, shaken by his altered state of health, and intense mental anxiety, had in some degree failed him. The last few weeks had wonderfully changed his appearance.Heretofore, though past the middle term of life, he exhibited no symptom of decay. His frame was strong and muscular-his deportment lofty and majestic-his eye piercing as the eagle's. He was now shrunken-bent-with the gait and look of an old man. On the intelligence above mentioned being communicated to him, he all at once shook off this feebleness. His eye regained its fire, his frame its strength and lofty bearing; and if his figure was wasted and his brow furrowed, it detracted nothing from his dignity. Aware that his enemies would sit in judgement upon him, he determined to confront them boldly. Dudley. sideration of her youth," replied the officer, "but her council- crimes are visited on an innocent head." At this moment, a small arched door near one of the re cesses was opened, and a warder announced that the escort was ready to convey the prisoners to Westminster Hall. Preceded by the officer, the Duke and his companions descended a short spiral stone staircase, and, passing under an arched doorway, on either side of which was drawn up a line of halberdiers, entered upon the Green. The whole of this spacious area, from St. Peter's Chapel to the Lieutenant's lodgings-from the walls of the tower they had quitted, to those of the White Tower, was filled with spectators. Every individual in the fortress, whose duty did not compel his attendance elsewhere, had hastened thither to see the great Duke of Northumberland proceed to his trial; and so intense was the curiosity of the crowd, that it was with great dithculty that the halberdiers could keep them from pressing up on him. On the Duke's appearance something like a great was uttered, but it was instantly checked. Northumberland was fully equal to this trying moment. Aware of his own un When the day appointed for the arraignment arrived, the Duke prepared himself betimes. He was habited in a doublet of black velvet, and wore the collar of the order of the gar- popularity-aware that amid that vast concourse he had ne ter. His eldest son, John Dudley, Earl of Warwick, and the Marquis of Northampton, were to be tried with him, and on the morning in question the three noblemen met for the first time since their imprisonment. The meeting took place in a spacious chamber on the first floor, now used, as has been already observed, as a mess-room, but then as a hall in which * Continued from page 345. one well-wisher, but that all rejoiced in his downfall-he man jestic, and glanced around with a look so commanding, tha ifested no discomposure, but marched with a step so ma gards. The deportment of Northampton was dignified and those who were near him involuntarily shrunk before his re composed-that of the Earl of Warwick fierce aud scornful. Lord Clinton, the constable of the Tower, and the Lieuten ant, Sir John Gage, now advanced to meet them, and the |