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robe, purple as the last hour of twilight, encompassed her transcendent form, studded with golden stars !

VII. Through the dim hot streets of Tartarus moved the royal procession, until it reached the first winding of the river Styx. Here an immense assemblage of yachts and barges, dressed out with the infernal colours, denoted the appointed spot of the royal embarkation. Tiresias dismounting from his chariot, and leaning on Manto, now approached her Majesty, and requesting her royal commands, recommended her to lose no time in getting on board.

“When your Majesty is once on the Styx,” observed the wily seer,

it may be somewhat difficult to recall you to Hades ; but I know very little of Clotho, may it please your Majesty, if she have not already commenced her intrigues in Tartarus.”

" You alarm me!” said Proserpine.
“ It was not my intention. Caution is not fear."
“ But do you think that Pluto-

May it please your Majesty, I make it a rule never to think. I know too much.”

“Let us embark immediately!”

“ Certainly; I would recommend your Majesty to get off at once. Myself and Manto will accompany you, and the cooks. If an order arrive to stay our departure, we can then send back the priests.”

“ You counsel well, Tiresias. I wish you had not been absent on my arrival. Affairs might have gone

better." “Not at all. Had I been in Hell, your enemies would have been more wary. Your Majesty's excellent spirit carried you through triumphantly ; but it will not do so twice. You turned them out, and I must keep them out.”

“ So be it, my dear friend.” Thus saying, the Queen descended her throne, and leaving the rest of her retinue to follow with all possible despatch, embarked on board the infernal yacht, with Tiresias, Manto, the chief cook, and some chosen attendants, and bid adieu for the first time, not without agitation, to the gloomy banks of Tartarus.

VIII. The breeze was favourable, and animated by the exhortations of Tiresias, the crew exerted themselves to the utmost. The barque swiftly scudded over the dark waters. The river was of great breadth, and in this dim region the crew were soon out of sight of land.

“ You have been in Elysium ? ” inquired Proserpine of Tiresias.

“ I have been everywhere,” replied the seer, “ and though I am blind have managed to see a great deal more than

“I have often heard of you,” said the Queen,“ and I confess that yours is a career which has much interested me. What vicissitudes in affairs have

you not witnessed! And yet you have somehow or other contrived to make your way through all the storms in which others have sunk, and are now, as you always have been, in a very exalted position. What can be your magic? I would that you would initiate me. I know that you are a prophet, and that even the Gods consult you."

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“ Your Majesty is complimentary. I certainly have had a great deal of experience. My life has no doubt been a long one, but I have made it longer by never losing a moment. I was born too at a great crisis in affairs. Everything that took place before the Trojan war passes for nothing in the annals of wisdom. That was a great revolution in all affairs human and divine, and from that event we must now date all our knowledge. Before the Trojan war, we used to talk of the rebellion of the Titans, but that business now is an old almanac. As for my powers of prophecy, believe me, that those who understand the past are very well qualified to predict the future. For my success in life, it may be principally ascribed to the observance of a very simple rule—I never trust any one, either God or man. I make an exception in favour of the Goddesses, and especially of your Majesty,” added Tiresias, who piqued himself on his gallantry.

While they were thus conversing, the Queen directed the attention of Manto to a mountainous elevation which now began to rise in the distance, and which, from the rapidity of the tide and the freshness of the breeze, they approached at a very swift rate.

“ Behold the Stygian mountains,” replied Manto. “ Through their centre runs the passage of Night which leads to the regions of Twilight.” “We have then far to travel ?”

Assuredly it is no easy task to escape from the gloom of Tartarus to the sunbeams of Elysium,” remarked Tiresias;

“but the pleasant is generally difficult; let us be grateful that in our instance it is not, as usual, forbidden.”

“You say truly; I am sorry to confess how very often it appears to me that sin is enjoyment. But see! how awful are these perpendicular heights, piercing the descending vapours, with their peaks clothed with dark pines! We seem land-locked.”

But the experienced master of the infernal yacht knew well how to steer his charge through the intricate windings of the river, which here, though deep and navigable, became as wild and narrow as a mountain stream; and, as the tide no longer served them, and the wind, from their involved course, was as often against them as in their favour, the crew were obliged to have recourse to their oars, and rowed along until they arrived at the mouth of an enormous cavern from which the rapid stream apparently issued.

“I am frightened out of my wits," exclaimed Proserpine. “Surely this cannot be our course ?”

“I hold, from your Majesty's exclamation," said Tiresias, “that we have arrived at the Passage of Night. When we have proceeded some hundred yards, we shall reach the adamantine portals. I pray your Majesty be not alarmed. I alone have the signet which can force these mystic gates to open. I must be stirring myself

. What, ho! Manto.“ Here am I, father. Hast thou the seal ?" In my

breast. I would not trust it to my secretaries. They have my portfolios full of secret despatches, written on purpose to deceive them; for I know that they are spies in the pay of Minerva; but your Majesty perceives, with a little prudence, that even a traitor may be turned to account.”

Thus saying, Tiresias, leaning on Manto, hobbled to the poop of the vessel, and exclaiming aloud, “Behold the mighty seal of Dis, whereon is inscribed the word the Titans fear,” the gates immediately flew open, revealing the gigantic form of the Titan Porphyrion, whose head touched the vault of the mighty cavern, although he was up to his waist in the waters of the river.

“Come, my noble Porphyrion," said Tiresias, “bestir thyself, I beseech thee. I have brought thee a queen. Guide her Majesty, I entreat thee, with safety through this awful passage of Night.”

“What a horrible creature," whispered Proserpine. "I wonder you address him with such courtesy ?”

“I am always courteous," replied Tiresias. " How know I that the Titans may not yet regain their lost heritage? They are terrible fellows; and ugly or not, I have no doubt that even your Majesty would not find them so ill-favoured were they seated in the halls of Olympus."

. There is something in that,” replied Proserpine. “I almost wish I were once more in Tartarus.”

The Titan Porphyrion in the meantime had fastened a chain cable to the vessel, which he placed over his shoulder, and turning his back to the crew, then wading through the waters, he dragged on the vessel in its course. The cavern widened, the waters spread. To the joy of Proserpine, apparently, she once more beheld the moon and stars.

' Bright crescent of Diana !” exclaimed the enraptured Queen," and ye too, sweet stars, that I have so often watched on the Sicilian plains; do I, then, indeed again behold. ye? or is it only some exquisite vision that entrances my being ? for, indeed, I do not feel the freshness of that breeze that was wont to renovate my languid frame; nor does the odorous scent of flowers wafted from the shores delight my jaded senses. What is it? Is it life or death-earth, indeed, or hell ?"

'Tis nothing," said Tiresias, “ but a great toy. You must know that Saturn—until at length, wearied by his ruinous experiments, the Gods expelled him his empire—was a great dabbler in systems. He was always for making moons brighter than Dian, and lighting the stars by gas; but his systems never worked. The tides rebelled against their mistress, and the stars went out with a horrible stench. This is one of his creations--the most ingenious, though a failure. Jove made it a present to Pluto, who is quite proud of having a sun and stars of his own,

and reckons it among the choice treasures of his kingdoms." “ Poor Saturn! I pity him-he meant well.”

“Very true. He is the paviour of the high-street of Hades. But we cannot afford kings, and especially gods, to be philosophers. The certainty of misrule is better than the chance of good government ; uncertainty makes people restless.

“I feel very restless myself; I wish we were in Elysium !”

“The river again narrows !” exclaimed Manto. 6. There is no other portal to pass. The Saturnian moon and stars grow faint—there is a grey tint expanding in the distance'tis the realm of twilight-your Majesty will soon disembark.”

(To be continued.)

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GILBERT GURNEY.

CHAPTER II.

With my head full of bright visions I returned to my lodging, and having retired to bed, passed a feverish, restless night. I had heard conversations on subjects which were new to me; I had been admitted into the secrets of what, to a young and ill-regulated mind, is a very striking profession; I had been told stories and anecdotes of the private lives of public characters; and madder than ever with pleasure at the anticipation of the enjoyments I should reap from the acceptance of my farce, and my consequent familiarity with the geniuses and the players, I could not settle myself to sleep.

In the morning I arose unrefreshed, ate a tasteless breakfast, and mingled the azure milk with the almost colourless tea, without caring, or even thinking, what I did. Still, however, there was a clog of deeper anxiety hanging over my mind than this fitful, feverish kind of irritation. I had to make a visit to my mother; I had to express my regret as to the unconquerable difficulties which I thought interposed in my path towards the Bench, or even the Bar, and to decide the question so deeply interesting to my respected parent as to my future career; yet, somehow, my one day's association with wits and worldlings had very much altered the tone and character of my sentiments towards the old lady. I felt rather ashamed of my dutiful anxiety about her, and wondered what had hitherto made me so diffident in speaking out my mind, which, in the end, I resolved to do, cost what it might.

But a circumstance occurred the next day which, at any other time, would have been regarded by me as most important and exciting; as it was, it made but little effect. My mother had received a letter from my brother Cuthbert (at that period more than thirty years old), informing her that he had been admitted a partner in the great commercial firm in Calcutta, in the service of which he had passed several years

of probation, and that he felt it would be greatly advantageous to me, and, in short, open the road to a splendid fortune, if I were to be placed in some banking or other mercantile establishment in London, to ground myself in all the arcana of the counting-house; and, after a certain period of education in that school, proceed to join him in India.

At that time the amusing pursuit of “ shaking the pagoda-tree," once so popular in our Oriental possessions, had not been entirely exploded ; and, it must be confessed, the way in which he wrote was extremely tempting to a young gentleman endowed with a strong disposition to extravagance. Lacs and crores of rupees—maunds of indigopekuls of indigo-and a thousand things of which I had never heard before-sounded magnificently; and, to a young and sanguine mind, perhaps the novelty itself was even more attractive than the vastitude of the expressions contained in his despatch ; but more than all, when he described the women-the ladies of the City of Palaces,—their sway, their charms,-their interesting indolence,-their lovely listlessness, the amiable manner in which they passed their mornings, playing with their lank ringlets before looking-glasses, till tiffin-time,-and then the amiability with which they performed the ceremonies of that pecu

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liarly-named Eastern repast;—this combination of beauty, grace, languor, and tenderness, --- with a detail of the vestibules, varhandahs, kitmaygars, hurkarahs, peons, palaņquins, and punkahs,- influenced my mind for a moment, until I recollected that the scenery of “ Blue-Beard” was infinitely more beautiful than that of Bengal; and that Mrs. Senior Merchant Mackirkincroft, or Mrs. Secretary Macnab, was, after all, like the ale she imbibed, of home manufacture, or rather, as the old joke goes, like a pack of playing-cards made in England for exportation, with a penalty marked upon it if used in Great Britain, or re-landed.

No, thought I, there can be no attraction that way from England; yet I must own the prospect of great wealth had a dazzling effect for a moment. It was but for a moment. A laugh in the street attracted me to the window, and I saw two of the dram. pers. (female) walking to rehearsal, with a fresh breeze blowing in their pretty faces, and pekuls, pagodas, peons, palanquins, and punkahs were instantly banished for ever from my thoughts. Nevertheless, the letter required attention. The proposition was one submitted to me by my mother, and must be attended to; and I resolved, coûte qui coûte, to make my visit to Teddington the very next day.

Still I could not quite abandon my“ gallipot;" and so to work I went upon my precious drama, in order to write two comic songs, in a style which was then somewhat popular. Indeed, that of “Miss Bailey,” which then continued in fashion, afforded the strongest proof of the effect produced by Colman in the narrative style. It has been translated into Greek, Latin, French, and German; and I am not quite sure that it is not completely the rage at this moment in the best circles of Spitzbergen and Kamtschatka. Ås proofs of what a young author fancies good, I have preserved from the wreck of my papers these two“poetical” efforts; and am sure that, at the time I wrote them, I fancied them quite equal to O'Keefe, or Dibdin, or Colman even himself. Nothing is more extraordinary than a reference to such records, in order to prove what were the feelings and opinions by which we have been acted upon at some former period of our lives.

The first was to be sung in the character of Sir Jeffery Boot-top, by Mathews, founded upon an incident in real life; and thus it ran :

Song.
The plump Lady Tott to her husband one day
Said, “ Let us go driving this evening, I pray."

(Lady Tott was an alderman's daughter.)
Well, where shall we go ? " said Sir Tilbury Tott.
Why, my love,” said my Lady, “ the weather is hot,
Suppose we drive round by the water, -

The water,
Suppose we drive round by the water.”
The dinner was ended, the claret was “ done,”
The knight getting up-getting down was the sun,-

And my Lady agog for heart-slaughter;
When Sir Tilbury, lazy, like cows after grains,
Said, “ The weather is low'ring, my love; see, it rains--
Only look at the drops in the water,-

The water,
Only look at the drops in the water."

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