come to call him. Groaning, he hid his face; yet his | and regarded not the sufferings that I underwent. All distress drove him once again to regard the terrible the sufferings with which thou hast torn and broken the appearance, and he breathed easier when he recognized it. "You are La Borssiere,” said he, in a languid tone, and stretched his hand, with difficulty, towards him. "You from whom I expected least, you are the only one who have not forgotten me in my deep dis tress." With an expression of dislike, La Borssiere turned from the offered hand. For some time he could find no language to express his deep emotions. At length he said, "Yes, I have remained with thee; I alone have saved thee. All thought thee dead, and would have buried thee. I have saved thee at no cheap price. I have watched by thee-I have nursed thee day and night. I have prayed to God for thy preservation, that I might demand of thee satisfaction for thy deedssatisfaction for the murder of one in glory, that thou hast destroyed by thy rash pride." Vanambon turned pale; again he appeared to lose his consciousness. But La Borssiere held him, with strong hand, as if he would forcibly shake off his stupor. "Die not!" this fearful man called out—his face glowed, his eyes sparkled fire. "Die not! thou darest not die! My pains to save thee from a living grave shall not go unrewarded." He called out, almost delirious with rage, as Vanambon almost sunk beneath his terrible grasp, “O, that I may have time for vengeance, well deserved vengeance on him." noblest, tenderest heart, I have felt with her a thousand fold. At length I saw her die. These arms bore her to the place of her last repose; and I have survived her only for the hour of vengeance, which is now arrived." La Borssiere's anger grew stronger and stronger the longer he spoke. His features changed, his eyes inflamed, and, almost mechanically, he seized Vanambon's dagger in his right hand, and brandished it high over his guilty head. "Strike! finish thy work!" cried Vanambon; "let me expiate my earthly sins on earth. Send me to the saint, where, forgiving me, she awaits for me to perfect her happiness, whilst thou shalt unite us to all eternity." La Borssiere grew pale; his hair stood erect, from his deep horror. The hand in which he held the sword sank trembling by his side; and, full of terror, he rivetted his fixed glance on his defenceless enemy. Above, there hatred and vengeance are unknown," said Vanambon, looking towards heaven, like one inspired; "there our transgressions will not be judged by the consequences they produce, as on us blind, erring mortals. This have I known from the hour in which my soul, forsaking its earthly fetters, soared up to her. You believed me dead; why did you not let me be buried? My soul was with hers. Who permitted Cold horror crept through the very bones and mar-you, with terrible art, to call it back to this dungeon? row of the guilty Vanambon; but this sudden shock of I saw Eglantine, borne on bright silver clouds; she the nerves, seemed rather to restore his lost strength glided high over me-I bent low in the dust. Her heathan to deprive him of it. He raised himself in his venly eyes smiled with forgiveness towards me; her bed without any assistance, and with a much stronger hand beckoned to me-she soared to the portals of etervoice, a much steadier glance than one could have ex-nal light-bright beaming stars marked her course. pected in his present state, he called out-"Finish it! We meet again, we meet again,' sounded around I am weary of living! Take my own dagger-there it her; whether she sang, or an angel spoke, I know is-end my sufferings. I wish for death, and with my not." dying lips I will bless thee as a benefactor." "Wretch!" answered La Borssiere, with a look and tone of inexpressible contempt, "has thy soul no consciousness of the extent of thy crime-no idea of that holy, undying love, which thou hast murdered by wanton pride? How else canst thou bear, without despair, the thought of standing before the Eternal Judge in the next hour? Thou knowest not, thou feelest not, what a heart has been broken by thy misconduct. But I know it; I can measure Eglantine's sufferings, for I have suffered like her. I have loved her, as this saint loved thee, monster-and I alone, of all living upon earth, am called on to avenge her. Vanambon," said he, after a short pause, "in thy hands I deposited the most precious jewel in the world-the happiness of this dearly loved being? Where is Eglantine?-what has become of her? I demand her of thee. I saw what thou wast to her; I renounced every hope for myself. I wished only to see her happy, and then silently, unobserved in my grief, to die. Never has a conception of what I felt for her entered into your soul; with deadly pangs have I guarded towards her every look, every word. I called myself the guardian of your love; I preserved, without allowing her to know it, many of your happiest hours from interruption. I brought her news from you, when you were separated, La Borssiere stood motionless, his fixed eyes still directed to his enemy. "I dare not lay hands on myself, and yet I cannot live. Send, oh! send me after her," begged Vanambon. La Borssiere moved not. A deathlike stillness reigned around. At length breathing deeply, as one awakening from a dream, he said: "Whether trembling like a coward before death, thou thinkest to save thyself by artifice; whether driven by thy awakened conscience to delirium, thou dreamed of this appearance; or whether" he became suddenly silent, and raised his eyes to heaven, as if in prayer. May God judge between thee and me," said he at length. "I will not open the way to thee to the throne of his mercy. Live, and see, thyself, as thou wilt now begin to do, all the former deeds of thy life." La Borssiere laid down the dagger, and went out, without deigning a single look to the loud despair of Vanambon. He left the court of the Queen from that hour, and sought, and soon found, under the banners of Henry of Navarre, an honorable death in battle. Vanambon recovered. It is said he did not live long; but no one inquired for him any further, either in life or death. VOL. III.-25 APRIL. BY W. GILMORE SIMMS. I. April month!-it is the time, II. Month of bright, fantastic change, III. Bosom'd April!-it doth bring Are the frosts of winter down, IV. Nor is he, the poet, less, One the season loves to bless!- Which shall crown and strengthen thought, V. Nothing doth he lose that lies, As with half-awakened light, She would speed in shame away, Noblest thought and sweetest grace- VI. Nor, with laws of common life, To the chambers of the Sun, When Time's eyes were shrouded quite VII. Slumbering then in noon-tide bower, On the plain their feet have made, 'Neath the moon's ascending blaze, That trims the forest with her rays, VIII. There they sport, and who but they, Happy in such infant play, Tossing, in their random rout, Fruits and flowers and leaves about.While the Poet 'neath the tree Looks on their festivity, The sweet fancy ever near, That her rebel lover, be, Bound in tough and close pegg'd tree, And she watches there to note The young blue water-lilies float. IX. Cruel Oberon! to part, Flow'r and moon-beam-heart and heart! That sweet flow'r whose first appearing But Titania's cricket chiding, Fill the void with leaping forms, X. 'Twas an April dream, yet sure XI. Sweetest April-could it be, A COMPLIMENT. ON MISS M. Of all the months in all the year, ODDS AND ENDS: FROM A JOURNAL. HAVRE, November 21st, 1832. At about ten o'clock this morning, we arrived at this place. After undergoing the necessary custom-house operations, and locating myself at a hotel, I called upon Mr., with a letter of introduction. He received me with the greatest politeness, and made me dine with him, giving me, at the same time that he furnished my animal man with the not inconsiderable comforts of a French cuisine, a great deal of interesting information with respect to politics. The news by which I was saluted was, indeed, of an exciting description. The war with Holland, the arrest of the duchess of Berri, and the attempt to assassinate the king of the French, were events which promised, at least the two first, momentous consequences. On learning that the opening of the chamber of deputies had taken place only two days previous to our arrival, I was doubly inclined to "anti"-bless a perverse wind which had kept us for eight weary days within twenty-four hours sail of land in the channel. It must have been a sight well worth seeing, especially the episode of the " coup de pistolet." PARIS, November 23d. Although I was not a little fatigued by the constant exercise of this day-the first of my arrival in Parisadded to the wearisomeness consequent on the want of sleep during the preceding night, which had been passed in the diligence, I could not resist the temptation of going to the grand French opera; for Robert le Diable was to be performed. It was with considerable difficulty that I obtained a seat in the pit, notwithstanding the piece has been played so incessantly, almost since its production, that its continuing to attract large crowds approximates to the marvellous. It shows, at least, the enthusiasm of the French for good music, and holds out the strongest inducement to composers to exert their utmost powers, by assuring them that their works, if possessed of real merit, will not be cast aside, even for any length of time, when the impulse of curiosity, in reference to what is new, may be supposed to have lost its influence, but will continue for an adequate period to yield them an uninterrupted and abundant harvest of reputation and profit. It also enables the opera to 'get along" with much less expense and difficulty, than if it were constantly requisite to bring forward novelties to attract the multitude; and this is one reason why it may be feared that an Italian troupe will not succeed in the United States, as with us people seem to think that no theatrical performance of any kind should be seen more than twice or thrice, unless at an oblivious interval; and, consequently, in order to fill his house, the manager of the company would be obliged to incur an expense in giving something different nearly every night, for which he could not be remunerated. It was, of course, with expectations raised to the highest pitch, that I went to see the master-piece of Mayerbeer; but it would be presumptuous in any but a "connoisseur de la première force," to express a positive opinion as to its merits after hearing it only once. Until I hear it again, I shall not be able to say exactly what I think of it, nothing being so fallacious as first None of the "luna" of the Italian musical sphere are shining here at present, and consequently those who are fond of admiring it, must content themselves with the light of the "ignes minores." November 25th. This morning there was a review by the king, of a part of the National Guards and the troops of the line in Paris, to enable them to evince their detestation of the attempt to assassinate him, made on the day of the opening of the session. I must confess I should not be surprised if that matter were eventually discovered to have been a ruse of the present ministry to reanimate the enthusiasm of the people for Louis Philippe, of late not very vivid, and give him an opportunity of impressions when anticipation has been of a highly ex- | very mellifluous, and is on the whole a fine, though not aggerated character. I may state, however, that disap-a first rate, "cantatrice," as well as a good actress. pointment, almost as a matter of course, was mingled with the impressions I received, and that the performance left a strong feeling on my mind, that the piece is not on a par with several of Rossini's. It seemed to me that it is wanting in individuality, so to speak; that it is by no means segregated from the ordinary run of music in as marked a manner, as the Semiramide or the Gazza ladra, for instance. The arie, though for the most part delightful, struck me as inferior in breadth, scope and originality, to those of either of the above named operas, as deficient in the stamina by which "Di tanti," "Di piacer," &c. have been enabled to stand the wear and tear of time and ill usage; while the chorusses appeared equally inferior in brilliancy and general effect to those of the gran maestro, with one exception, however—the chorus of the demons in their infernal re-playing the hero, and exhibiting himself under circumjoicings, the wildest and most thrilling composition I have ever heard. In fine, it seemed to me that Rossini's music is superior in this, that even when only tolerably performed, it cannot fail to give delight, whilst that of Mayerbeer depends so much for its effect on the style in which it is executed, that in the hands of inferior artists, its beauties would glimmer only faintly. This opinion, however, probably results from the circum-ing of which they may make good use. I was fortustance of my ear not being sufficiently attuned to the latter to discern its peculiar attractions, the best things not being always those whose intrinsic excellence is most easily discoverable; and it is likely enough that it may undergo a considerable change when an opportunity of testing its justness is afforded by a repetition of the opera. I will then endeavor to designate its principal beauties, which even now I feel to be many and great, sufficient to excuse, if not to warrant, the loftiness of the eulogy it has received, and calculated to entitle Mayerbeer to rank next to Rossini-perhaps not longo intervallo among the musical composers of the day. Of the manner in which the piece was performed, an idea may be given, by repeating what I have heard on good authority, that the company at the Académie Royale is at present fully equal, if not superior, to what it ever has been. November 24th. stances calculated to arouse their sympathy and loyalty. It seems hardly credible that, in a place like Paris, where the police is so active and watchful, the perpetrator of such a crime should escape in broad day-light without their connivance, and baffle all their subsequent search. At all events, the circumstance was a lucky one for both king and ministers, and has excited a feel nate in the place I obtained for looking at the review, as the king came very near it in passing along the line of the troops, and gave me an excellent opportunity of seeing his face. It is a fat, good-natured one, and at the moment wore a most pleased and smiling air, as he ducked his head right and left in answer to the sweet voices which shouted "vive le roi!" November 27th. I spent most of this morning reading the newspapers in a café. There are four of them which I have been advised to read every day, in order to understand fully the character and views of the different factions into which the political world is split, each one being the organ of a party: the Gazette de France, the organ of the Carlists; the Journal des Débats, the organ of the ministry, or Juste Milieu party; the Courrier François, the organ of the constitutional opposition; and the National, the organ of the republicans. They are conducted, respectively, by the heads of the parties to which they belong. The National is the most violent, and is frequently not very mindful of decorum. The actual state of politics here is certainly curious and complicated enough. The French seem to be a species of salamander-fish, whose element is hot water; but that in which they are now swimming has latterly become so heated, that even they will not be able to exist in it as it is much longer. The affair of the duchess of In the evening I went to the Italian opera, where Donizetti's Anna Bolena was performed. I was principally attracted by the desire of hearing the famous Rubini, reputed to be the first tenor in the world. I can well imagine that he is so, for if there be a better, I should almost be afraid to hear him. All that is said in the papers about this singer, does not pass the limits of truth. The rich, sweet, voluptuous voice with which he has been gifted by nature, is his least merit. The exquisite purity of his taste, the brilliancy of his exe-Berri, and the "état de siége" of Paris, are questions cution, the "entrainante" energy of his style in passages requiring vehemence, are the points which must render it next to impossible for him ever to be surpassed. The enthusiasm which he excited by his chief cavatina, caused the applause of the audience to take at least half the step which leads from the sublime to the ridiculous. The principal female part was sus tained by Signorina Grisi, an Italian lady, who has just made her débût in Paris with considerable success. She has a voice of great purity and compass, but not which must bring matters to a crisis very soon. The discussions concerning them in the chamber of deputies will be of the most exciting description. Indeed, from what I have heard and read, this session will be one of intense interest. Each of the different parties is strongly represented in the chamber, except the legitimists, whose opinions are held by only one member, Mr. Berreyer, one of the first lawyers of Paris. Of course, he can do nothing with the whole assemblage arrayed against him, as he does not possess the faculty of the honest |