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*Rudolph had left five thousand francs for me at our banker's, which were paid. I was ordered to quit the city, which I did, but twice revisited it during the same season, effectually disguised as an English widow. It was in this character, Monsieur Charles, that I astonished you so much at Mayence.
'I travelled once again over France and Italy, with an old English lady, as compagnonne
de voyage. She paid me well, and when I left her in London, made me a handsome present. Since that time my attempts to obtain another situation have been fruitless. I live here en grisette in the Rue Dauphine, and earn a decent living by lace-work and the guitar. And now, Batiuschka, what is the good news ?'
Batiuschka, or Little Papa, here took a deep drain of champagne; sighed for very joy; made up three faces; drank again, and twisting up his mouth, his great black eyes sparkling like diamonds with glee, said in a loud whisper :
'Papa and mamma and uncle John are in Antwerp with only two of the girls, for Anna has married young Georges, and gone to live in England.' I am glad to hear that they are happy, sighed poor Annusha.
But they are not happy,' cried Little Papa,' his eyes growing larger and larger, and sparkling like live coals. Not at all — don't think it; real miserable wretches, every one of them.'
"Oh, mon Dieu ! - I suppose the disgrace
* Bah! -- not a bit of it. It's all for a little polyglot guitar-girl. Uncle John has offered a thousand florins to any body who will bring her back unmarried. I laid the money out for her this afternoon, and meant to have got the police to-morrow to help and see if she were in Paris. Confound their souls, how I hate them!'
With these words the Pole, fairly weeping with joy, embraced Annusha, who nearly fainted.
* And Rudolph ?' she gasped.
'I have explained every thing — vindicated you. He will arrive in Paris this evening — in time, I hope, to burn powder at the coming festival.
Rudolph, my friends, did arrive, was married, and now lives happily, he writes the Pole, in England. But as for the happy pair ever residing six months in one place — bah! c'est impossible !
MESSIEURS les étudiants,
Montez à la Chaumiere,
Et la Robert Macaire.
Rou piou piou — viva lera la! (Repeat.)
Lorsque on n'a pas d'argent,
On écrit à son pè- -re;
L'amour toujours, etc.
Ma mère est à Versailles;
A girl's young face, nor sorrowful nor bright,
Neither of sunshine nor of sorrow born,
Nor yet wrought by the world's deep wrong to scorn, Rather a sunless Noon than radiant Night;
A face that in its stillness gravely sweet
Betrays no thought - a spirit too discreet In natural prudence for adventurous flight.
So young art thou, and yet so passionless,
With the clear darkness of thy midnight eyes,
Caught from a dreamer 'neath Italian skies That land of love and love's wild tenderness;
Yet are they calm and peacefully serene,
As a deep lake within some forest's screen, Unstirred save by low winds of quietness.
Will those still depths e'er tremble at the breath
Of fervent passion or tumultuous pride?
Will their calm glory life's fierce storms abide, Unchanging yet, till calmer grown — in Death?
We cannot tell; we may not ever know
What hides the Future, if of joy or woe What mystery her dim veil covereth.
And yet it seems not hard to read aright
The fate of one whose passions ne'er increase;
To live and love - yet not too much for peace,
Such be thy destiny. O! happier far
A SEQUEL TO SAINT LEG ER.
A MERRY company were gathered at the cottage of George Fluellen. Of this we had abundant proof before we came up; for from open doors and windows, sounds of hilarity almost boisterous greeted our ears, so that I was not surprised on entering to discover a dozen young persons, of both sexes, beside the Fluellen family. It was evident they had not assembled by appointment or invitation, but had casually called, until the number was really formidable. It was quite impossible for me to comprehend what was going on. Macklorne stood in the centre of the room, as if for the purpose of better defending himself against the witty attacks which were made from every quarter — more especially from the feminine portion of the company. Of these, none seemed more zealous than Henrietta, who, as I entered, was letting off a sally which produced the most obstreperous laughter, in which Macklorne was fain to join, but which had no effect upon a very pretty, modest, sweet-looking young creature seated by the side of Josephine Fluellen, unless to make her shrink farther out of sight, under cover of her friend, who was placed so as partially to screen her from the rest. As soon as he discovered me, Macklorne ran forward and seized my arm, and before I knew what he was about to do, drew me toward his former position in the middle of the apartment.
Now,' he exclaimed gaily, 'I am reïnforced, and will set you all at defiance. I can prove my innocence by my friend here.?
“Oh, can you indeed!' cried Henrietta, mockingly. 'A fine road to · justice you would make for us, with one criminal to swear to the innocence of the other!'
As I understood nothing of all this, I proposed very gravely, that, considering the odds we had to encounter, we should retire and hold a council before another conflict.
No, indeed !' cried Henrietta. "This would only be giving the conspirators an opportunity to plan another plot. Let us first get at the bottom of this. A capital thought strikes me: they have had no opportunity to confer together; let us interrogate Herr - Herr — do forgive me, but your name? - I really shall never remember it.'
· For shame!' said Josephine; “you remember Herr Saint Leger's name as well as I do; it is not a moment since you pronounced it.
' And how well do you remember it, my sweet sister?' replied the other, running up and whispering the question in her ear, in the most confidential tone, but loud enough to be heard by every one in the room. This caused a general laugh at the expense of my favorite, who bore it with admirable humor, and seemed well satisfied in this way to draw attention from the pretty creature next her.
Still I gained no clue as to what was going on in this fun-loving company. I seized the opportunity, therefore, to step forward, and place myself in a vacant seat by the young Frau, Herr Fluellen and his wife having just left the room, and insist upon an explanation of the tumult.
'I am the one to ask questions — you to answer them,' replied this
• let me
inveterate tease. Your friend there is on trial — it is of no consequence to you for what; he knows, and that is sufficient.
He has called on you as a witness; to this we agree; therefore please take your
your former position. I obeyed. Now, witness,' continued the mad creature, advise
you to speak the truth. You cannot save the wretched man with whom you are now confronted, for we are, by his own confession, abundantly satisfied of his guilt; but according to the custom of the land it is proper that this should be confirmed by testimony; we have seen fit to invoke it; answer truly as I shall inquire :
*You came from the village of Thun?'
• Good. You came from Unterwalden, and spent the night at a châlet at the foot of the Grand Scheidegg
'I did not say that,' interposed Macklorne.
Silence. I say it; gainsay who dare; do not interrupt again,' exclaimed the Frau, in a severe tone. You will answer.'
•Where we came from, most gracious judge, would be as difficult for me to inform you as to announce in what direction lies our journey hence, for I am a stranger in these parts. But in truth I must declare that we did spend the night near the foot of the Scheidegg, and in a chálet, consequently not in Thun.'
* But you were invited to proceed to that place? You see I know all.'
'Not from me,' again interrupted Macklorne. A menacing gesture was his only punishment, and I replied :
“I believe we were asked to join a gentleman who lived in that village, and who was walking homeward.'
"And what excuse did you or your companion give for not joining him?'
• None that I am aware off.'
• Were the names of any ladies mentioned by the worthy Herr who extended this invitation ?'
'I object,' said Macklorne, with inimitable gravity, 'to the introduction of third parties into this trial. I will cheerfully submit to the sentence, whatever it is, but I cannot permit others to be compromised!
*Then it would compromise others, should an answer be given !' cried Henrietta, triumphantly. Well, we have only to say then - Guilty, Guilty, GUILTY!' 'Of what?' asked Macklorne, pleasantly. Of what?' shouted the company. Of what?' I inquired, with an air of real curiosity. The delicate, child-like creature, whom I have twice mentioned, drew herself still closer to Josephine Fluellen, who gave her a sympathizing look while she whispered some kind word into her ear.
Guilty of what?' rang round the room.
On due consideration, repeated Henrietta, solemnly, “and appreciating the object as I do,' (she looked archly toward the same sweet girl who had attracted so much of my attention, and who was blushing crimson,) 'I cannot say Herr Macklorne has been guilty of any thing unreasonable or unwarrantable; and he is honorably discharged from custody. Now for a dance. Herr Macklorne shall be our first partner, as an evidence
that he has lost nothing in our estimation. A most mirthful acquiescence went round. Macklorne gracefully kissed the hand of the fair judge, and led her into the room, and partners were soon on the floor. I hardly know why, but my confidence deserted me just as I was about to ask Josephine to be my partner. I secured, however, a charming, naïve-looking girl, who proved to be entertaining and agreeable. Josephine Fluellen did not dance. I asked myself several times why she did not ; perhaps it was because — I could not finish the answer satisfactorily, and when I looked round again, she, with her timid companion, had left the room. Neither Macklorne nor I remained through the evening. Before we came away, Henrietta, laying aside her brusquerie, thanked us with easy politeness for our visit, and besought us to spend as much of our time as we could at her cottage. We returned to our own quarters, leaving most of the guests still amusing themselves.
Singularly enough, we encountered Josephine Fluellen walking arm in arm with her friend, in one of the pleasant walks of the garden adjoining the house. Macklorne stepped familiarly toward them, and taking the hand of the young stranger, Mademoiselle Annette,' he said, 'let me present to you my friend Saint Leger, a friend in all sincerity, and in the fullest acceptation of that much abused-word.' She seemed no longer the timid, shrinking thing I had seen, but a young maiden modest and retired, yet not wanting in a proper confidence. She received me with kindness and without embarrassment, yet with a natural delicacy and reserve. After standing a moment in conversation, it was the most natural thing in the world to resume walking, and if possible, it was still more natural that we should proceed in couples; and as Macklorne, without giving me any opportunity to choose my companion, walked on with Mademoiselle Annette, I found myself once more side by side with that superb young woman, Josephine Fluellen.
I say, “found myself,' for I have no distinct recollection of how I gained that position, and therefore have resorted to a process of reasoning, to show how it must have been gained. But I do remember that so it was. For the second time I was walking close by her. At that very minute the moon rose above the Finister Aar Horn, and shed its rays down upon the glistering firnirs, and along the fearful chasms of the glacier, and across the green belt of verdure which surrounds them, and over the forests - deep, dark, interminable forests, and through the beautiful valleys, and across the gulfs, and torrents, and cataracts, and rocks, and precipices, and along the wild dashing streams, and over the still quiet meadows, with houses and gardens and pleasant walks - upon all these shone the moon; a common matter enough, doubtless; yet just then and just there, as I was looking up and around, I was filled with awe: for an instant the earth seemed to revolve visibly, and a shudder passed
“The scene impresses you?' said Josephine Fluellen, gently. I turned and looked at her. No pencil can paint the deep enthusiasm which beamed in those fine eyes — eyes which shone in the moon-light with a brilliancy that seemed supernatural. * The scene impresses you?' she said. Deeply.
Upon me it always produces an effect strange but indescribable; not lessened, but rather increased as I become familiar with it.'