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woman's heart to him but Millicent's?) -her harp and voice in exquisite tone -his own vocal powers and his flute in the happiest unison with both; Dr. Hartop gradually sank to balmy slumbers; music was discontinued in consideration for his repose; conversation succeeded" the feast of reason and the flow of soul"-of course restricted, on the Doctor's account, to the low key and subdued tones that sound so sweetly confidential; and when, on his awakening, bed-candles were lighted, and Lady Octavia, taking hers from

Vernon, and gracefully paying her parting salutation to Dr. Hartop and himself, withdrew to her own apartment, she just turned her head on entering it to glance down the passage, at the end of which Vernon was still unconsciously holding open the drawing-room door, as he gazed after her receding form, and softly said to herself, with a quiet inward laugh, a curled lip, and an eye of infinite meaning, "Ah, ha! je te rattrappe, fine mouche! Sauve toi si tu pourras."

THE DRUGGIST OF FIFE.

WHETHER it was in consequence of an epidemic prevailing, or of the season, which was Christmas, and the consequent repletion attendant on it, that had caused such an unusual influx of customers to the shop of Andrew, Chemist and Druggist in the town of Fife, certain it is that he and his boy had been more than usually employed in compounding aperients and emetics for the inhabitants of the good city; never before had such a demand on his gallipots and bottles been made never before had blue pill and jalap been used in such profusion, and never before had Andrew felt more sincere pleasure than he derived that evening, from the market-house clock striking eleven, his signal for closing. With alacrity his boy accepted his permission to depart, and left his master to enjoy solitude for the first time during the day, and to calculate the quantity of drugs made use of during it. This was not small-14 oz. blue pill, 4lb. jalap, besides colycynth, senna, and rhubarb, at the lowest computation, had he prepared for the good townfolk of Fife; innumerable had been the cases of cholera morbus, and plumpudding surfeits he had relieved that day, and the recollection of the proportion of evil he had been the means of alleviating, gave him the most pleasing sensations. The profit also accruing from his day's labor, contribut

ed no small share of pleasing thoughts, and one half hour more had passed, ere it entered his mind the time for closing had more than arrived; he had, however, just arisen for the purpose, when a stranger entered. Now Andrew, though an industrious man, would willingly have dispensed with any other call for his services for that evening, and not altogether so obligingly as usual did he welcome his customer, but awaited his commands without deigning a question. The stranger was not, however, long in opening his commission, neither did he appear to take Andrew's inattention at all amiss; he seemed one of those happy beings upon whom outward circumstances make little or no impression, who could be either civil or otherwise, as should happen to suit his humor, and who cared little for any opinion but his own. His broad and ample shoulders, over which was cast a large coachman's coat, with its innumerable capes, and his hands thrust into the pockets, and his round, ruddy, goodhumored face, showed that the cares and troubles of the world had made but little impression upon him. Andrew had seen many a wild Highlander in his time; but either there was something peculiar in his customer, or his nerves were a little deranged by his exertions during the day: an indefinable sensation of fear came over

him, for which he could not account, and his first impulse was to run to the door for assistance. But then he bethought himself he might, perchance, fall into the hands of some of those night prowlers, who, report says, make no scruple of supplying medical students with living subjects if they cannot procure dead ones. And more, did he leave his shop, his till would be left to the tender mercies of the stranger; he was, therefore, compelled to summon courage, and demand the stranger's business. This was not so difficult to him, perhaps, as we may imagine, Andrew having formerly served in the militia; but it appeared that his fears had alarmed him far more than there was any occasion, for, on asking the stranger's business, he in the most polite manner only requested him to prepare a box of moderately strong aperient pills. This at once relieved his fears, though it did not entirely remove them, and Andrew quickly set about the necessary preliminaries. Blue pill and jalap once more were in request, but so much had the stranger's sudden appearance agitated him, he could not recollect their places so readily as usual, and he was more than once on the point of mixing quite the reverse of what he intended. The stranger observed to him he appeared agitated, and politely begged he would wait a little and compose himself, as he was in no hurry. Here all Andrew's fears returned, and in spite of all his efforts his hand shook as though he had the palsy, and never had the preparation of a box of pills appeared so irksome to him. It seemed as though the very medicine itself had this evening conspired to torment him; three times longer than it usually took him had he now been, and though the town clock had already told the hour of midnight, still Andrew was at his post, grinding and pounding, and often, as he delayed for a moment from mere inability to proceed, the stranger politely besought him to rest a few minutes and compose himself, and Andrew, for very shame, was compelled to resume

his occupation.

At length his labors

drew to an end, and he prepared the label, pasted it on, neatly covered the box with blue paper, and presented it to the stranger.

"I will thank you for a glass of water," said he, as he bowed to Andrew, on receiving the box, "and I see, Sir, you have given me a smartish dose. All these pills to be taken at bed time,' but so much the better, they will perform their required duty sooner. I have, ere now, mastered a leg of mutton: and some writers affirm the human stomach can digest a tenpenny nail, so here goes."

It was in vain Andrew assured him he had made a mistake in the directions, and that one pill was sufficient; in vain he remonstrated with him on the danger of taking a larger dose; pill after pill disappeared from his alarmed view, while between every three or four, in the same equable and polite tone came, "I will thank you to prepare me another box, and compose yourself, Sir; I'm in no hurry." Who could the stranger be? Andrew was now at the very climax of alarm; the perspiration stood on his brow, and his hands trembled so as to render it almost impossible to reach down his jars without damaging them. Strong doses he had certainly often prepared after a city feast, for the attendants on it; but this outdid them all. A man that could devour a leg of mutton, digest a tenpenny nail, and take a box of blue pills at a mouthful, had never entered his imagination, much less did he ever expect to see such a being in person; but be he who he might, he was again obliged to commence his labor. The stranger had now finished his box, and Andrew had no alternative but to commence again, or stare him in the face; the latter he could not do, as his imagination had now metamorphosed him into something more or less than man. Once more, therefore, did Andrew ply at the pestle, while the stranger, as if to beguile the tedium of waiting, began to grow more loquacious. Had Andrew ever sought after the Philoso

toil.

pher's Stone, the Universal Solvent, pleasure. Again did he renew his or the Elixir of Life? Did he put Box after box did he prepare much faith in Solomon's Balm of Gi- without intermission, and the hours of lead, or Carrington's Pills, or did he one, two, and three, had been told in believe in the Metempsychosis? In succession, by the market clock. Bitvain he assured him he studied no- terly did he lament his destiny-long thing but the Edinburgh Dispensatory, before this he ought to have been that his shop bounded his researches; snug and comfortable in his warm bed. the stranger took it for granted he Anger now began to assume the place must be able to give or receive infor- of fear, as he grew more accustomed mation, and question after question to his visiter's company, and often did did he put, to which Andrew assent- he determine in himself to refuse preed, without knowing their purport. paring any more. Still his courage At length he seemed to have exhaust- was not yet at that pitch; probably ed all his subjects, sat himself on the his exertions, as I said before, may chair, as if to compose himself to have injured his nerves-however, he sleep, and in a short time gave une- could not rally himself enough to do quivocal proofs of it. Andrew now it. The stranger, with his usual began to breathe more freely, and smile or grin, stood looking on, emventured to cast his eyes towards his ploying his time by beating the devil's strange customer; and, after all, there tattoo on his boot, while at intervals was nothing to be alarmed at in his came forth the usual phrase, "Anoappearance, except he noticed the ther box, but don't hurry yourself." breath from his nostrils appeared more At length, mere inability to proceed like the steam of a tea-kettle than the any farther supplied the place of breath of a human being. Still there courage; his arms and sides ached to was nothing extraordinary in his ap- such a degree with his labor, as to pearance; he had a good jovial Eng- cause the perspiration to stand on his lish farmer's face, and a dress that brow in great drops, and he declared well suited it; to be sure a smile, or he could proceed no further. The alrather grin, lurked in the corner of teration in the stranger's countenance his mouth, even while asleep, as if he told him he had better have left it mocked poor Andrew's perplexity. unsaid, and his hands instinctively He did not, however, allow much time grasped the pestle with renewed vigor, for observation-he seemed to be in- but his repentance came too late; the tuitively aware Andrew had ceased stranger's hand was already across the his operations, and he awoke with his counter, and in a second more had usual polite manner. "Oh, I see grasped Andrew's nose as firmly as if you have finished; have the goodness it had been in a vice. Andrew strove to prepare me one box more; but let in vain to release himself-the stranme pray you to take your leisure and ger held him with more than human compose yourself, for I am in no hur- grasp; and his voice, instead of the ry." Andrew, who had fondly hoped polite tone he had before used, now his labor was at an end, now found sounded to his terrified ears what his himself obliged to renew it again with imagination had pictured of the Indian vigor, while the stranger aroused him- yell. The pain of the gripe deprived self, rose from his chair, yawned and him of voice to assure his tormentor shook himself-spoke of the comfort- he would compound for him as long able nap he had enjoyed, was sorry he as he would wish; still he contrived had kept Andrew up so late, or early to make signs to that effect, by stretchrather, for it was now morning. An- ing his hands towards his mortar, and drew, though internally wishing him imitating the action of grinding; but any where but in his shop, yet con- his tyrant was relentless-firmer did strained himself politely to answer, he close his fore-finger and thumb. that his commands gave him much Andrew could not shake him off; like

a person afflicted with night-mare, he the air for a moment, gave him a in vain essayed his strength, though three-fold twitch, drew him head agonized with the fear of losing his foremost over the counter, and let him prominent feature in the struggle. fall.-When he came to his senses he The stranger, at length, as if endow found himself lying outside his bed, ed with supernatural strength, lifted the only injury from his fall being a him from the ground, balanced him in broken nose.

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THE TWO HOMES.

BY MRS. HEMANS.

Oh! if the soul immortal be,

Is not its love immortal too?

SEEST thou my home?-"Tis where yon woods are waving
In their dark richness, to the sunny air;

Where yon blue stream, a thousand flower-banks laving,
Leads down the hills a vein of light-'tis there!

Midst these green haunts how many a spring lies gleaming,
Fringed with the violet, color'd with the skies,

My boyhood's haunt, through days of summer dreaming,
Under young leaves that shook with melodies!

My home! the spirit of its love is breathing
In every wind that plays across my track,

From its white walls the very tendrils wreathing
Seem with soft links to draw the wanderer back.

There am I loved-there pray'd for !-there my mother
Sits by the hearth with meekly thoughtful eye,
There my young sisters watch to greet their brother;
Soon their glad footsteps down the path will fly !

There, in sweet strains of kindred music blending,
All the home-voices meet at day's decline;

One are those tones, as from one heart ascending-
-There laughs my home. Sad stranger! where is thine?

-Ask'st thou of mine ?-In solemn peace 'tis lying,
Far o'er the deserts and the tombs away;
"Tis where I too am loved, with love undying,
And fond hearts wait my step-But where are they?

Ask where the earth's departed have their dwelling,
Ask of the clouds, the stars, the trackless air!—
I know it not-yet trust the whisper, telling
My lonely heart, that love unchanged is there.

And what is home, and where, but with the loving?
Happy thou art, that so canst gaze on thine!
My spirit feels but, in its weary roving,
That with the dead, where'er they be, is mine!

Go to thy home, rejoicing son and brother!
Bear in fresh gladness to the household scene!
For me, too, watch the sister and the mother,
I will believe-but dark seas roll between.

BARBA YORGHI-THE GREEK PILOT.

[The following interesting sketch of the destruction of Scio, and the subsequent blowing up of the ship of the Captain Pasha, was related to an English traveller in the Morea, in 1827, by Barba Yorghi, a Greek pilot, who at the time of these occurrences was in the service of the Turks, into which he had been compelled to enter. It is not often one has an opportunity of learning from the survivor of such an adventure as the last of these, the awful particulars attending it.-After giving a history of his own life, and many of the

atrocities of the Turks which he had witnessed, he proceeds to that of the two events mentioned above.]

You are aware, Sir, that before our revolution, all the seamen of the Ottoman navy were Greeks, the Turks confining themselves to the more noble occupation of firing the guns, and despising all the nautical portion of the service, as a thing far beneath them. When the rising of our nation became generally known, many of these sailors fled, as opportunity offered, from the ships of the tyrant to those of their countrymen. The condition of those who could not escape became dreadful; the Turks, though they knew they could not do without their services, were unable to repress their hate and revenge. Whenever intelligence came of any success obtained by our brethren in Greece, the pistol and yataghan were sure to go to work among us. Even in times of no extraordinary excitement I have seen a man cut down by my side, merely because the Turk imagined his features bore an expression of joy or triumph. A word of sympathy in the cause of his country, that might escape a Greek, ensured him instant death. Indeed, no state could well be worse than ours; and what aggravated its bitterness beyond endurance, was, that we were to be made, in the hands of our tyrants, the means of carrying ruin and death to

our friends and countrymen. If we turned our eyes towards the shore, there was nothing calculated to conThe turbulent popusole us there.

lace of the immense capital was burning with the fiercest of passions, and eager for blood and pillage; every day saw some of the noblest or richest of our unhappy caste fall unresisting victims; and the blood of the ministers of our holy religion, even of the venerated head of our church, was shed with remorseless profusion. It was on board of the ship where I, and about a hundred other Greeks, were compelled to serve, that the Captain Pasha embarked early in the year 1822. Shortly afterwards the strong fleet, that was then all ready, set sail. The first place that the long gathering tempest fell upon was the island of Scio, and every body knows with what violence it fell. The scenes of horror that were played off there for the space of six weeks, have been made familiar to the world; and, coupled with the more recent destruction of Ipsara, the fall of Scio will long be held as the very perfection of atrocity, beyond which it would be difficult even for fiends to proceed. By day I heard the shrieks of the fleeing, and the curses of the pursuers; the supplicating voices of women, children, and old men, dying away in the short, tremulous cry of death's agony. Day after day I heard the irregular discharge of musketry, with, now and then, the deep roar of artillery; I heard the crash of stately houses, as their marble walls fell to the earth; I saw the smoke extend in dense masses over the fair city, and rise, at intervals, from the pleasant villas and olive groves, from the bright gardens of oranges and citrons, and from the bosquets of the favorite mastic.

But by night how fearful was the spectacle ! The murderer reposed from his bloody labors; a deathly silence reigned, broken, occasionally,

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