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space was thrown away in a city as elsewhere in the middle of the country, I was told that the possessor of this superb residence had given a thousand peasants to the state and of that, two hundred. I had some difficulty in accommodating myself to the expression, giving men, but the peasants themselves offered their services with ardour, and the lords were in this war only their interpreters.

As soon as a Russian becomes a soldier, his beard is cut off, and from that moment he is free. A desire was felt that all those who might have served in the militia should also be considered as free but in that case the nation would have been entirely so, for it rose almost en masse. Let us hope that this so much-desired emancipation may be effected without violence: but in the mean time one would wish to have the beards preserved, so much strength and dignity do they add to the physiognomy. The Russians with long beards never pass a church without making the sign of the cross, and their confidence in the visible images of religion is very affecting. Their churches bear the mark of that taste for luxury which they have from Asia: you see in them only ornaments of gold, and silver, and rubies. I was told that a Russian had proposed to form an alphabet with precious stones, and to write a Bible in that manner. He knew the best manner of interesting the imaginations of the Russians in what they read. This imagination, however, has not as yet manifested itself either in the fine arts or in poetry. They reach a certain point in all things very quickly, and do not go beyond that. Impulse makes them take the first steps; but the second belong to reflection, and these Russians, who have nothing in common with the people of the North, are as yet very little capable of meditation.

Several of the palaces of Moscow are of wood, in order that they may be built quicker, and that the natural inconstancy of the nation, in every thing unconnected with country or religion, may be satisfied by an easy change of residence. Several of these fine edifices have been constructed for an entertainment; they were destined to add to

the eclat of a day, and the rich manner in which they were decorated, has made them last up to this period of universal destruction. A great number of houses are painted green, yellow, or rose colour, and are sculptured in detail like desert ornaments.

THE KREMLIN.

The citadel of the Kremlin, in which the Emperors of Russia defended themselves against the Tartars, is surrounded by a high wall, embattled and flanked with turrets, which, by their odd shapes, remind one of a Turkish minaret rather than a fortress like those of the West of Europe. But although the external character of the buildings of the city be oriental, the impression of Christianity was found in that multitude of churches so much venerated, and which attracted your notice at every step. One was reminded of Rome in seeing Moscow; certainly not from the monuments being of the same style, but because the mixture of solitary and country and magnificent palaces, the grandeur of the city and the infinite number of its churches give the Asiatic Rome some points of resemblance to the European Rome.

It was about the beginning of August, that I was allowed to see the interior of the Kremlin; I got there by the same staircase which the Emperor Alexander had ascended a few days preceding, surrounded by an immense people, who loaded him with their blessings, and promised him to defend his empire at all hazards. This people has kept its word. The halls were first thrown open to me in which the arms of the ancient warriors of Russia are contained; the arsenals of this kind, in other parts of Europe, are much more interesting. The Russians have taken no part in the times of chivalry; they never mingled in the Crusades. Constantly at war with the Tartars, Poles, and Turks, the military spirit has been formed among them in the midst of the atrocities of all kinds brought in the train of Asiatic nations, and of the tyrants who governed Russia. It is not therefore the generous bravery of the Bayards or of the Percys, but the intrepidity of a fanatical courage which has been exhibited in this country for

several centuries. The Russians, in the relations of society, which are so new to them, are not distinguished by the spirit of chivalry, such as the people of the West conceive it: but they have always shown themselves terrible to their enemies. So many massacres have taken place in the interior of Russia, up to the reign of Peter the Great, and even later, that the morality of the nation, and particularly that of the great nobility, must have suffered severely from them. These despotic governments, whose sole restraint is the assassination of the despot, overthrow all principles of honour and duty in the minds of men: but the love of their country and an attachment to their religious creed have been maintained in their full strength, amidst the wrecks of this bloody history, and the nation which preserves such virtues may yet

astonish the world.

From the ancient arsenal I was conducted into the apartments formerly occupied by the czars, and in which the robes are preserved which they wore on the day of their coronation. These apartments have no sort of beauty, but they agreed very well with the hard life which the czars led and still lead. The greatest magnificence reigns in the palace of Alexander; but he himself sleeps on the floor, and travels like a Cossack officer.

The commercial establishments at Moscow had quite an Asiatic character; men in turbans, and others dressed in the different costumes of all the people of the East, exhibited the rarest merchandize: the furs of Siberia and the muslins of India there offered all the enjoyments of luxury to those great noblemen whose imagination is equally pleased with the sables of the Samoiëdes, and with the rubies of the Persians.

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that ardour of Russian will, which recognizes nothing as impossible; every thing in the environs is humble, the city is built upon a marsh, and even the marble rests on piles; but you forget when looking at these superb edifices, their frail foundations, and cannot help meditating on the miracle of so fine a city being built in so short a time.

On my arrival at Petersburg my first sentiment was to return thanks to heaven for being on the borders of the sea.

It is said, and properly, that you cannot, at Petersburg, say of a woman, that she is as old as the streets, the streets themselves are so modern. The buildings still possess a dazzling whiteness, and at night when they are lighted by the moon, they look like large white phantoms regarding,immoveable, the course of the Neva. I know not what there is particularly beautiful in this river, but the waves of no other I had yet seen ever appeared to me so limpid. A succession of granite quays, thirty versts in length, borders its course, and this magnificent labour of man is worthy of the transparent water which it adorns.

The Russian inhabitants of Petersburg have the look of a people of the South, condemned to live in the North, and making every effort to struggle with a climate at variance with their nature. The inhabitants of the North are generally very indolent, and dread the cold, precisely because he is their daily enemy. The lower classes of the Russians have none of these habits; the coachmen wait for ten hours at the gate, during winter, without complaining; they sleep upon the snow, under their carriage, and transport the manners of the Lazzaroni of Naples do the sixtieth degree of latitude. You may see them laying on the steps of staircases, like the Germans in their down; sometimes they sleep standing, with their head reclined against the wall. By turns indolent and impetuous, they give themselves up alternately to sleep, or to the most fatiguing employments. Some of them get drunk, in which they differ from the people of the South, who are very sober; but the Russians are so

also, and to an extent hardly credible, when the difficulties of war require it. The day after my arrival I went to dine with one of the most considerable merchants of the city, who exercised hospitality à la Russe; that is to say, be placed a flag on the top of his house to signify that he dined at home, and this invitation was sufficient for all his friends. He made us dine in the open air, so much pleasure was felt from these poor days of summer, of which a few yet remained, to which we should have scarcely given the name in the South of Europe. The garden was very agreeable; it was embellished with trees and flowers; but at four paces from the house the deserts and the marshes were again to be seen. In the environs of Petersburg, nature has the look of an enemy who resumes his advantages, when man ceases for a moment to struggle with him.

THE IMPERIAL FAMILY.

I had at last the pleasure of seeing that monarch, equally absolute by law and custom, and so moderate from his own disposition. The Empress Elizabeth, to whom I was at first presented, appeared to me the tutelary angel of Russia. Her manners are extremely reserved, but what she says is full of life, and it is from the focus of all generous ideas that her sentiments, and opinions have derived strength and warmth. While I listened to her, I was affected by something inexpressible, which did not proceed from her grandeur, but from the harmony of her soul; so long was it since I had known an instance of concord between power and virtue. As I was conversing with the empress, the door opened, and the Emperor Alexander did me the honour to come and talk with me. What first struck me in him was such an expression of goodness and dignity, that the two qualities appeared inseparable, and in him to form only one. I was also very much affected with the noble simplicity with which he entered upon the

great interests of Europe, almost among the first words he addressed to me. I have always regarded, as a proof of mediocrity, that apprehension of treating serious questions, with which the best part of the sovereigns of Europe have been inspired; they are afraid to pronounce a word to which any real meaning can be attached.

The Emperor Alexander, on the contrary, conversed with me as statesmen in England would have done, who place their strength in themselves, and not in the barriers with which they are surrounded. The Emperor Alexander, whom Napoleon has endeavoured to misrepresent, is a man of remarkable understanding and information, and I do not believe that in the whole extent of his empire he could find a minister better versed than himself in all that belongs to the judgment and direction of public affairs. He did not disguise from me his regret for the admiration to which he had surrendered himself in his intercourse with Napoleon. His grandfather had, in the same way, entertained a great enthusiasm for Frederic II. In these sort of illusions, produced by an extraordinary character, there is always a generous motive, whatever may be the errors that result from it.

The Emperor Alexander, however, described with great sagacity the effect produced upon him by these conversations with Bonaparte, in which he said the most opposite things, as if one must be astonished at each, without thinking of their being contradictory. He related to me also the lessons à la Machiavel which Napoleon had thought proper to give him: "You see," said he, "I am careful to keep my ministers and generals at variance among themselves, in order that each may reveal to me the faults of the other; I keep around me a continual jealousy by the manner I treat those who are about me: one day one thinks himself the favourite, the next day another, so that no one is ever certain of my favour."

THEODORE AND BERTHA.

A DRAMATIC SKETCH.

THE story of this little drama is taken, with some variation in the scene and catastrophe, from the beautiful ballad entitled Fause Foudrage, in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.

Countess Lindorf.
Bertha.

Characters, Theodore.

Conrade.

Frederick.

Scene, a Forest in Bohemia—a Castle in the Back-ground.
Theodore alone.

The. Lie there, dark murderous weapon! I renounce thee !
Farewell, ye barbarous sports! Alas, poor fawn!
Enter Bertha.

Ber. Did I not hear a gun? The poor, poor fawn
Licking its bleeding mother! This is cruel!

The. Oh! cruel! cowardly! Never again will I—
I hate my treacherous skill-I hate myself.

Ber. Look how the poor fawn, with his nudging nose
And pretty stamping feet, dabbled in blood,

Tries to awake his dam! How piteously

He moans, poor spotted thing! Are you quite sure

The doe is dead? I thought I saw her move.

The. Too sure. 'Twas not her motion; that fond thing
Striving-I cannot bear to look on them!

She is too surely dead; when I came up

I found her dying; her fine delicate limbs

Trembling with the death-shiver. She scarce breathed;
But the pure instinct of maternal love

Struggled to keep in life: she fix'd her sad,
Affectionate eyes upon her young-one's face,
Then moaning over her as now he moans-
Stretch'd out her feet and died. Oh, Lady Bertha,
Man is the wilder brute !

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No; it lay sleeping there

Behind the bushes. But a savage heart

Was mine, that could even here- Look round you, lady!

There is not in the forest such a spot

As this. Look how the wood-walks hither tend,

As to a centre: some in vistas green,

Pillar'd and over-arch'd-as the long aisles
Of an old proud cathedral; others wandering
In lovelier mazes through a various scene—
Holly or copse-wood; scarce the eye can trace
Their coy meanders, but all meeting here

Beneath this monarch oak, through whose thick boughs
The sun comes flickering. How the indented leaves,
Of brightest green, cut clearly the blue sky
And the small clouds! And how this tiny spring

Bubbles and sparkles round the moss-grown roots,
Winding its silver thread along the short
Elastic turf, so thickly set with flowers,
And mix'd with fragrant herbs, till it is lost
Amongst the bowery thickets! Not a spot
In all the forest can compare with this-
Nature's own temple! And that delicate thing
Made up of innocence, and love, and fear,
And trembling happiness,-most beautiful
Of all this beauty,-she, who stood enjoying,
With a sweet peaceful spirit, drinking in
This flood of bliss,-that I- I hate myself!
And you must hate me, lady.

Ber.

You are so sorry!

The.

Oh! no; no;

"Tis my father's fault :

He keeps me here, waging unequal war

With these poor harmless deer, when I should be
Arm'd in the desperate strife, stemming the tide
Of glorious battle, winning death or fame.

Ber. That were a strange place to learn gentleness.
The. The only place for me. Oh, I must forth
Into the stirring world! I have wild dreams
Which I would fain make real; daring thoughts
Which must be turn'd to action; hopes which soar
High as the eagle's wing; all madness now ;-
But, Lady Bertha, I have bask'd too long
In the bright blaze of beauty. I have gazed
Unseen, unknown, as our poor forest cot
Looks upwards on your castle; I must gain
A name, or die—a glorious name!
Ber.

The. She knows me !

Ber.

The.

Nay, Theodore

Theodore

Oh! now that name

Is precious to my heart!-Thou know'st me, lady?
Ber. Think you, I thus had spoken with a stranger?

I've often seen you at our early mass,

And sometimes from the windows; and, besides,
My own dear mother often speaks of your's-
Her faithful, favourite maid.

The.

She was her maid ;

Her favourite maid. Oh! I had not forgotten!
Ber. And of your father, her kind faithful friend,
That old and reverend man, whose shining hairs,
Whiter than ermine, so become his bright

And healthful cheek. How much I love to see him!
How much I wish to know him! My dear mother
Talks oftentimes of him. Aye, and of you-
Oftenest, I think, of all. Do you not know
That I'm your foster-sister? That one breast-

Alas, that breast is cold! nourish'd us both?

And that we should be friends? Oh, I have long'd,
Even in the holy chapel, to say this;

But my stern Uncle

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