Church, and Protestantism in Sweden feared | royal master. Other sultans have been deher influence. In man's attire she soon left posed, and taught the lesson that even in Turthe kingdom, and rudely treated individuals and key the monarch must respect the rights of the corporations who, every where in her path, paid people. her homage as an ex-queen. At Brussels she made a confession of the Romish faith. Journeying to Rome, she cast herself at the feet of the pope, and became a gay, free-thinking, free-spoken, and free-living daughter of the church, and the admiration of all classes. After the death of her cousin, to whom she gave her crown, she visited Sweden, but found it too Protestant and Puritanical for her taste, and she soon returned to Rome and her dissolute mode of life. After a retirement of thirtyfive years from the business of kingcraft she died in the Eternal City. Another half-crazy monarch cursed Sweden early in this century. It was Gustavus the Fourth, who was crowned when he was fourteen years of age. He offended all classes at home and abroad by his irregularities, crooked policy, and disregard for the welfare of his country. For three years he was absent from his kingdom as a sort of traveling agent for England in Europe, in her operations against Napoleon; and the dead-walls of Stockholm contained advertisements for him as a strayed king for whom his disconsolate subjects would give a suitable reward. He finally so exasperated his people by offering to sell to Russia the territory acquired by Gustavus Adolphus, and also by bringing his brave army into ridicule, that they broke out into revolution. The monarch was forcibly seized in his palace and confined in the gloomy castle of Gripsholm. He was finally set at liberty on German soil, when he traveled extensively, and visited England, where he was well received as Count Gottorp. He afterward wandered over Europe for many years, visited Grecce, and tried to make a pilgrimage to Jerusalem, but the sultan turned him back. Too proud to receive aid from his friends, he became poorer and poorer; and when the bankrupt sovereign died, in 1837, his income was less than five hundred dollars a year. The absolute monarchs of Turkey have experienced the vicissitudes of the royal trade. Bajazet the Thunder-bolt was made prisoner by Tamerlane the Tartar, whom he despised, and was treated with the consideration due to his rank. He accompanied his victor upon terms of intimacy, but was imprisoned every night. In such confinement he died. The story of his being carried about in an iron cage as a spectacle is doubtless an exaggeration, an Eastern hyperbole. Another Bajazet was a sort of mystic philosopher, and his people, soldiers, and family became tired of him. He became wearied with kingcraft, and by permission of his janissaries he retired, and gave up the business to his son Selim. The young sultan, with tender concern, placed the health of his father in the care of a Jewish physician, who relieved the old sultan from further troubles by poisoning him according to instructions of his The most remarkable line of sovereigns in almost unbroken succession are those who for more than a thousand years have ruled Rome and adjoining territory as pontiff-kings. The temporal power of the popes was first established in the person of Stephen the Second, at the middle of the eighth century, who was carried upon men's shoulders in token of their new subjection. But it was not until a hundred years later that a sacerdotal sovereign wore a crown. That honor was first given to Pope Nicholas, in 858. These pontiff-kings have often found the business of royalty most perplexing. While yet only priestly rulers depositions were frequent among them, and as temporal sovereigns such depositions have been quite as frequent. The determination of the popes to exercise irresponsible temporal power caused many a sanguinary conflict between them and the people; and the quarrels were generally aggravated by the unchristian character of a large number of those rulers. But that temporal power has been extinguished forever by a free expression of the voice of the people of the "States of the Church," given in September, 1870, when there were forty thousand votes against its continuance, and only sixty-eight in its favor. After the lapse of eleven hundred years that power has been destroyed by a popular protest in the reign of Pius the Ninth, and Italy became united under King Victor Emanuel. The arrogance of some of the pontiff-kings was often blasphemous in its assertion. They assumed the prerogatives of God; they claimed the right to make and unmake monarchs; and at the time of the Reformation they had established the following table of royal precedency: 1. The King of the Romans, heir to the German empire; 2. France; 3. Castile and Spain; 4. Aragon; 5. Portugal; 6. England; 7. Sicily; 8. Scotland; 9. Hungary; 10. Navarre; 11. Cyprus; 12. Bohemia; 13. Poland; 14. Scandinavia. The living European monarchs now out of business are: Prince Gustavus Vasa of Sweden; Count de Chambord of France; Duke Charles of Brunswick; Count de Paris, grandson of Louis Philippe; Duke Robert of Parma; Grand Duke Ferdinand of Tuscany; Duke Francis of Modena; Francis the Second of Naples; widow of Otho of Greece; Duke Adolphus of Nassau; King George of Hanover; the Elector of Hesse; Princess and Empress Carlotta of Mexico; Queen Isabella of Spain; and the Emperor Napoleon the Third and Empress Eugénie of France. The history of the causes and methods of the retirement of the unfortunate exEmpress of Mexico, the ex-Queen of Spain, and the dethroned monarchs of France is so recent that it is familiar to all, and needs no record here. THE 66 THE AMERICAN BARON. BY THE AUTHOR OF "THE DODGE CLUB," "THE CRYPTOGRAM," ETC. HE departure of the drivers with their horses had increased the difficulties of the party, and had added to their danger. Of that party Ethel was now the head, and her efforts were directed more zealously than ever to bring back Lady Dalrymple to her senses. At last these efforts were crowned with success, and, after being senseless for nearly an hour, she came to herself. The restoration of her senses, however, brought with it the discovery of all that had occurred, and thus caused a new rush of emotion, which threatened painful consequences. But the consequences were averted, and at length she was able to rise. She was then helped into her carriage, after which the question arose as to their next proceeding. The loss of the horses and drivers was a very embarrassing thing to them, and for a time they were utterly at a loss what course to adopt. Lady Dalrymple was too weak to walk, and they had no means of conveying her. The maids had simply lost their wits from fright; and Ethel could not see her way clearly out of the difficulty. At this juncture they were roused by the approach of the Rev. Saul Tozer. This reverend man had been bound as he descended from his carriage, and had remained VOL. XLIII-No. 256.-35 bound ever since. In that state he had been a spectator of the struggle and its consequences, and he now came forward to offer his services. "I don't know whether you remember me, ma'am," said he to Lady Dalrymple, "but I looked in at your place at Rome; and in any case I am bound to offer you my assistance, since you are companions with me in my bonds, which I'd be much obliged if one of you ladies would untie or cut. Perhaps it would be best to untie it, as rope's valuable." At this request Ethel obtained a pair of scissors from one of the maids, and after vigorous efforts succeeded in freeing the reverend gentle man. "Really, Sir, I am very much obliged for this kind offer," said Lady Dalrymple, "and I avail myself of it gratefully. Can you advise us what is best to do?" "Well, ma'am, I've been turning it over in my mind, and have made it a subject of prayer; and it seems to me that it wouldn't be bad to go out and see the country." "There are no houses for miles," said Ethel. "Have you ever been this road before?" said Tozer. "No." "Then how do you know?" "Oh, I was thinking of the part we had passed over." "True; but the country in front may be different. Didn't that brigand captain say something about getting help ahead?" "Yes, so he did; I remember now," said Ethel. "Well, I wouldn't take his advice generally, but in this matter I don't see any harm in following it; so I move that I be a committee of one to go ahead and investigate the country and bring help." "Oh, thanks, thanks, very much. Really, Sir, this is very kind," said Lady Dalrymple. "And I'll go too," said Ethel, as a sudden thought occurred to her. "Would you be afraid, aunty dear, to stay here alone?" "Certainly not, dear. I have no more fear for myself, but I'm afraid to trust you out of my sight." "Oh, you need not fear for me," said Ethel. "I shall certainly be as safe farther on as I am here. Besides, if we can find help I will know best what is wanted." "Well, dear, I suppose you may go." Without further delay Ethel started off, and Tozer walked by her side. They went under the fallen tree, and then walked quickly along the road. "Do you speak Italian, miss ?" asked Tozer. "No." "I'm sorry for that. I don't either. I'm told it's a fine language." "So I believe; but how very awkward it will be not to be able to speak to any person!" "Well, the Italian is a kind of offshoot of the Latin, and I can scrape together a few Latin words-enough to make myself understood, I do believe." "Can you, really? How very fortunate!" "It is somewhat providential, miss, and I hope I may succeed." They walked on in silence now for some time. Ethel was too sad to talk, and Tozer was busily engaged in recalling all the Latin at his command. After a while he began to grow sociable. "Might I ask, miss, what persuasion you are ?" "Persuasion ?" said Ethel, in surprise. "Yes, 'm; de-nomination-religious body, you know." "Oh!-why, I belong to the Church." "Oh! and what church did you say, 'm?" "The Church of England." But "I can't help that. I don't like them. then, you know, I never really saw much of them." "I refer to their future prospects," said Tozer-"to prophecy. I should like to ask you how you regard them in that light. Do you believe in a spiritual or a temporal Zion?" "Spiritual Zion? Temporal Zion ?" "Yes, 'm." "Well, really, I don't know. I don't think I believe any thing at all about it." "But you must believe in either one or the other you've got to," said Tozer, positively. "But I don't, you know; and how can I?" Tozer threw at her a look of commiseration, and began to think that his companion was not much better than a heathen. In his own home circle he could have put his hand on little girls of ten who were quite at home on all these subjects. He was silent for a time, and then began again. "I'd like to ask you one thing," said he, "very much." "What is it?" asked Ethel. "Do you believe," asked Tozer, solemnly, "Well, do you belong to the church? Are "that we're living in the Seventh Vial ?” you a member?" "Oh yes." "I'm glad to hear it. It's a high and a holy and a happy perrivelege to belong to the church and enjoy the means of grace. I trust you live up to your perriveleges?" "Live what?" asked Ethel. "Live up to your perriveleges," repeated Tozer-" attend on all the means of grace-be often at the assembling of yourself together." "The assembling of myself together? I don't think I quite get your meaning," said Ethel. "Meeting, you know-church-meeting." "Oh yes; I didn't understand. Oh yes, I always go to church." "That's right," said Tozer, with a sigh of relief; "and I suppose, now, you feel an interest in the cause of missions?" "Missions? Oh, I don't know. The Roman Catholics practice that to some extent, and several of my friends say they feel benefit from a mission once a year; but for my part I have not yet any very decided leanings to Roman Catholicism." "Vial? Seventh Vial?" said Ethel, in fresh amazement. "Yes, the Seventh Vial," said Tozer, in a sepulchral voice. "Living in the Seventh Vial? I really don't know how one can live in a vial." "The Great Tribulation, you know." "Great Tribulation?" "Yes; for instance, now, don't you believe in the Apocalyptic Beast?" "I don't know," said Ethel, faintly. "Well, at any rate, you believe in his number-you must.' "His number?" "Yes." "What do you mean?" "Why, the number six, six, six-six hundred and sixty-six." "I really don't understand this," said Ethel. "Don't you believe that the Sixth Vial is done?" "Sixth Vial? What, another vial?" "Yes; and the drying of the Euphrates." "The Euphrates? drying?" repeated Ethel "Oh, dear me, dear me!" cried Tozer, in a trembling voice. She began to be alarmed. "that's not what I mean at all; I mean Prot-She felt sure that this man was insane. She had estant missions to the heathen, you know." "I beg your pardon," said Ethel. "I thought you were referring to something else." Tozer was silent now for a few minutes, and then asked her, abruptly, never heard such incoherency in her life. And she was alone with him. She stole a timid look, and saw his long, sallow face, on which there was now a preoccupied expression, and the look did not re-assure her. But Tozer himself was a little puzzled, and "No, I haven't. I never heard of it." 'Hora Apocalypticæ,' I suppose ?" "No," said Ethel, timidly. when a sight appeared which drew from Ethel an expression of joy. It was a little valley on the right, in which was a small hamlet with a church. The houses were but small, and could not give them much accommodation, but they hoped to find help there. "I wouldn't trust the people," said Ethel. "I dare say they're all brigands; but there "Well, it's all in Cumming-and you've read ought to be a priest there, and we can aphim, of course?" "Cumming? I never heard of him. is he?" "What, never heard of Cumming?" "Never." Who "And never read his 'Great Tribulation?'" "No." "Nor his 'Great Expectation?" " "No." peal to him." This proposal pleased Tozer, who resumed his work of collecting among the stores of his memory scraps of Latin which he had once stored away there. The village was at no very great distance away from the road, and they reached it in a short time. They went at once to the church. The door was open, and a priest, who seemed "What! not even his 'Apocalyptic Sketch- the village priest, was standing there. He was es ?'" "I never heard of them." Tozer looked at her in astonishment; but at this moment they came to a turn in the road, stout, with a good-natured expression on his hearty, rosy face, and a fine twinkle in his eye, which lighted up pleasantly as he saw the strangers enter. Tozer at once held out his hand and shook him about their adventures, and entreated him that of the priest. "Buon giorno," said the priest. Ethel shook her head. "Parlate Italiano?" said he. Ethel shook her head. to do something for them. To all this the priest listened with thoughtful attention, and when they were done he at once promised to find horses for them which would draw the carriages to this hamlet or to the next town. "Salve, domine," said Tozer, who at once Ethel did not think Lady Dalrymple could go plunged headlong into Latin. further than this place, and the priest offered "Salve bene," said the priest, in some sur- to find some accommodations. prise. "Quomodo vales?" asked Tozer. He then left them, and in about half an hour he returned with two or three peasants, "Optime valeo, Dei gratia. Spero vos va- each of whom had a horse. lere." 66 Tozer found the priest's pronunciation a little difficult, but managed to understand him. "Domine," said he, sumus viatores infelices et innocentes, in quos fures nuper impetum fecerunt. Omnia bona nostra arripuerunt-" "Fieri non potest!" said the priest. "Et omnes amicos nostros in captivitatem lachrymabilem tractaverunt-" "They'll be able to bring the leedies," said the priest, "and haul the impty wagons afther thim." "I think, miss," said Tozer, "that you'd better stay here. It's too far for you to walk." "Sure an' there's no use in the wide wurruld for you to be goin' back," said the priest to Ethel. "You can't do any gud, an' you'd betther rist till they come. Yer frind 'll be enough.” Ethel at first thought of walking back, but "Cor dolet," said the priest; "miseret me finally she saw that it would be quite useless, vestrum." and so she resolved to remain and wait for her "Cujusmodi terra est hæc in qua sustenen- aunt. So Tozer went off with the men and dum est tot labores ?" The priest sighed. "Tonitruendum est malum!" exclaimed Tozer, excited by the recollection of his wrongs. The priest stared. "In hostium manibus fuimus, et, lonum tonitru! omnia impedimenta amissimus. Est nimis omnipotens malum!" "Quid vis dicere?" said the priest, looking puzzled. "Quid tibi vis ?" "Est nimis sempiternum durum!" "In nomine omnium sanctorum apostolorumque," cried the priest, "quid vis dicere?" "Potes ne juvare nos," continued Tozer, "in hoc lachrymabile tempore? Volo unum verum vivum virum qui possit-" "Diabolus arripiat me si possim unum solum verbum intelligere!" cried the priet. "Be jabers if I ondherstan' yez at all at all; an' there ye have it." And with this the priest raised his head, with its puzzled look, and scratched that organ with such a natural air, and with such a full Irish flavor in his brogue and in his face, that both of his visitors were perfectly astounded. "Good gracious!" cried Tozer; and seizing the priest's hand in both of his, he nearly wrung it off. "Why, what a providence! Why, really, now! And you were an Irishman all the time! And why didn't you speak English ?" "Sure and what made you spake Latin?" cried the priest. "And what was it you were thryin' to say wid yer sempiternum durum,' and yer tonitruendum malum?' Sure an' ye made me fairly profeen wid yer talk, so ye did." "Well, I dare say," said Tozer, candidly"I dare say 'tain't onlikely that I did introduce one or two Americanisms in the Latin; but then, you know, I ain't been in practice" The priest now brought chairs for his visitors, and, sitting thus in the church, they told the horses, and the priest asked Ethel all about the affair once more. Whatever his opinions were, he said nothing. While he was talking there came a man to the door who beckoned him out. He went out, and was gone for some time. Ee came back at last, looking very serious. "I've just got a missage from thim," said he. "A message," exclaimed Ethel, "from them? What, from Girasole?" "Yis. They want a praste, and they've sint for me." "A priest?" "Yis; an' they want a maid-servant to wait on the young leedies; and they want thim immajitly; an' I'll have to start off soon. There's a man dead among thim that wants to be put undher-ground to-night, for the rist av thim are goin' off in the mornin'; an' accordin' to all I hear, I wouldn't wondher but what I'd be wanted for somethin' else afore mornin'." "Oh, my God!” cried Ethel; "they're going to kill him, then!" "Kill him! Kill who? Sure an' it's not killin' they want me for. It's the other-it's marryin'." "Marrying?" cried Ethel. "Poor, darling Minnie! Oh, you can not-you will not marry them ?" "Sure an' I don't know but it's the best thing I can do-as things are," said the priest. "Oh, what shall I do! what shall I do!" moaned Ethel. "Well, ye've got to bear up, so ye have. There's throubles for all of us, an' lots av thim too; an' more'n some av us can bear." Ethel sat in the darkest and bitterest grief for some time, a prey to thoughts and fears that were perfect agony to her. At last a thought came to her which made her start, and look up, and cast at the priest a |