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much he would infuse a little additional energy into the mo “ Who seeks the general weal, secures his own". tions of his legs and arms. There is, in particular, a want Such the arch-precept of the latest school of decision in the manner in which he moves his arms;-let Of Ethical discovery-alone him give them a freer swing, and a bolder scope. His
Varying in sound from the Athenian's rule. action at present is what a Frenchman would call trop The gentle creed of Nazareth is full coupé. The songs in which he principally distinguished Of a like spirit-fairer and more freehimself were the barcarole “ Take heed," and the beau Then cease to cry Eureka! baste and cool tiful melody, “ My sister dear.” In the mad scene, too, Thy crazed disciples' neophytic glee, where he sings snatches of different airs, he was very Utilitarian Priest-word-wedding Jeremy! successful. We hesitate not to say, that we have now greater hopes of Mr Wilson than we had before.
Who doubts the maxim of the Benthamites? Probably the finest musicof this opera is arranged for the 'Tis co-existent with the human soul, choruses, and Mr Murray has more than surprised us by And of its shrine one of the sacred lightsthe veryexcellent band of chorus-singers he has contrived to
Though oft-times clouded by the gross control muster. Certain folks have been raving of late about the Of the dust's opaque demon-he, the sole operatic force at the Caledonian Theatre, which is middling
Keeper of the multitudinous cells, enough after all, or if it is first-rate, then at the Theatre Wherein earth's anticks, miserably droll, Royal it is more than first-rate, for we defy the Caledonian
Make mouths at Heaven to smirking Folly's bells, people, with all their strength, to sing either the barcarole Shaming the voiceless brute that in the desert dwells. or the Market chorus, as it is sung at the other house. Be it remarked, however, that it is not upon this point that we In morals 'tis an axiom-here-even hererest the infinite superiority of the one establishment over
Upon this slippery“ bank and shoal of time," the other.- Miss Phillips, as Donna Elvira, sings as well
With hell-fire in abeyance—noon-day clear, as she can, which is pretty well; and Miss Tunstall,
The worst like not to be the sport of crime, with her high clear pipe, is both of great use in the cho Drench'd with their own foul vintage-every clime ruses, and introduces a pretty Tyrolese air, “ Green hills
To sins peculiar adds their punishmentof Tyrol," which does not belong to the opera at all. The
The unity of Justice is sublimeMarket chorus is the most striking composition of the
I should have said of Mercy-for 'tis meant whole. It catches the ear at once, like the Hunter's Cho
To urge them back to peace, whose steps are woward bent. rus in the “ Freischutz," and bids fair to become almost as popular.--Having said so much of the music of Mas
And dismal were this globe were it not so ! aniello, which we consider fully as good as any that has
'Tis bad enough ; but it is Paradise, been written since the death of Weber, it is but justice to
Compared to what it would be, were there no add, that the Manager has taken care to give full effect to
Terrestrial scourge for the salt blood of Vicethe melo-dramatic department. The new scenery and
Lust, flame-respiring, homicidal Pride, dresses are excellent, and the eruption of Vesuvius, with
And all our household devils running wild, which the piece concludes, is managed with much splen
Would roam, high-fed and rampant, far and wide, dour. Miss Jarman plays Masaniello's sister, “ The dumb girl," and of course does the part every justice. Trampling each shoot of good on arid life that smiled.
Making that hideous, yet but half defiled, The piece altogether is entitled to great praise.
It is a curious fact, that the same gentleman whom we rebuked lately for his too great partiality to the Caledo
Of sermonizing we have had enough nian Theatre, and who spoke of the “rich and chaste
If this besotted land will not awaken, humour” of the performers there, has recently found out
It is not framed of penetrable stuff
Cobbett himself hath to the rostrum taken, that they are almost all Cockneys, and thus expresseth himself concerning them :-“ Truth to say, it is only the
Teaching Britannia how to save her baconexceptions who do not sport Donnar and Mariar, with
Cool Owen lauds his parallelogram most of the other flowers of the Cockney vocabulary."
With pertinacity, by sneers unshakenOur excellent friend is evidently coming round to the
And would therein all sorts of people cram, true faith, and we are glad we did not give him the shake Penning, in common fold, ass, lion, wolf, and lamb. we meditated. We saw an absurd paragraph in one of the newspapers
But Ill will keep its throne, till doomsday steal, this week, stating that Mr Murray had received a hand Thief-like, upon the prowlers of the world; some offer from Charles Kemble to perform at Covent
They who to abstract equity appeal,
On distant Harmony's Millennian heights; than the Register Office has. He is now the sole lessee Dissension's blazing brands shall still be hurl'd, of the Theatre Royal, and by it he will stand or fall.
And maugre all that honest Bentham writes,
THE NEW PHILOSOPHY. By William Kennedy, Author of “ Fitful Fancies." “ Virtue is pleasure," said a Grecian sage,
“ And the most virtuous, the happiest far;" A pobler sentiment upon the page
Of Revelation sparkles like a star.
Whom many follow, and but few obey ;
Tired Reason shall at length spurn Falsehood's sway,
Marshal, Old Truepenny! a chosen band,
And let them furnish practice to thy preachingActions, the shallowest brain can understand,
Examples, the sure mode of moral teachingProclaim a truce to threatening and beseeching,
In streets and highways plant each partisan,
Sworn foes to every ceco-selfish plan,
And then_“ God speed the cause !" pray I for one
A worthier never link'd true hearts together The faint may fall before the harvest's done
The stoutest hardly brave the wayward weather.
But more than Mammon's gem, or Honour's feather,
Sir John Sinclair has a work in the press likely to prove exceedShall the survivors of the field repay,
ingly interesting. It is to consist of his Correspondence with all the When Sorrow's children round a glad hearth gather,
most distinguished Personages of his Time, together with his own
personal Reminiscences of them. In this work will be included LetTo speak of those who chased their griefs away ters from many of the crowned heads of Europe, from the most disWho flinty Custom crush'd that ground them in the clay. tinguished statesmen, both of this and other countries, and from a
great variety of literary characters of the highest eminence.
Among a list of seventy-six new works announced by Messrs Col
burn and Bentley, we observe the following :-Wedded Life in the A SONG,
Upper Ranks.-- The Oxonians, or a Glance at Society.- Personal
Memoirs of Pryce L. Gordon, Esq.—The Heiress of Bruges; a Tale, Not entirely Bacchanalian.
by the author of “ Highways and Byways."—
Travels in Kamtchat
ka, Siberia, and China, by Peter Dobell, Esq.-The 3d and 1th voTo Woman !-a bumper! come pledge me, my boys,
lumes of Commentaries on the Life and Reign of Charles I., by I. And pledge me with heart and with soul ;
D'Israeli, Esq.-New works by the authors of “ Brambletye House,”
“Sayings and Doings," “ Tales of the O'Hara Family," and " Flir. Give the pedant his learning, the statesman his toys,
tation."-East and West, by one of the authors of “Rejected AdBut ours be the smile and the bowl !
dresses."- Musical Memoirs, from 1784 10 1829, by W. T. Parke. Though it needs not the glow of the generous cup An Account of the Subversion of the Constitution in Portugal by Don To make woman's presence divine,
Miguel, by Lord Porchester.-Notes on Haiti, by C. Mackenzie, Esq.! Yet, where bumpers are drunk, be the highest fill'd up
The Tuileries, an Historical Romance.- The Life of Titian, by J. To the Goddess who hallows the wine!
Northcote, Esq. R.A. A General and Heraldic Dictionary of the
ty Members of Parliament, but undistinguished by any hereditary We love the dark juice of the ruby-hued grape,
title of honour.–Stories froin the old Chronicles, by the late Barry For the bright thoughts it wreaths round the brain, St. Leger, Esq.-The Life of John Hampden, by Lord Nugent.-A Like the stars which at twilight from bondage escape, New Tale of the Sea, by the author of the “ Red Rover," &c.-LetAnd come forth in the blue sky again;
ters from Switzerland and Italy, by John Carne, Esq — The Private But the thought of all thoughts is of her we love best,
Correspondence of John Pinkerton, Esq., edited by Dawson Turner,
Esq.-Basil Barrington and his friends.-The King's Own, a Tale of The fond one whose heart is our own,
the Sea.- The Life and Works of Henry Fuseli, by John Knowles, A thought whose effulgence obscures all the rest,
Esq.—Memoirs of Sir James Campbell of Ardkinglass, written by As the sun walks through heaven alone!
himself.—The Spanish Novelists, by Thomas Roscoe, Esq. The
History of the Bible, by the Rev. G, R. Gleig.–St James's, a Satiria Then to her, boys, to her be the bumper now crown'd,
cal Poem. With feelings wbich tongue cannot tell ;
Valence, the Dreamer, a Poem, by John Phillips, M.A., is announ.
ced. If the tone of her voice be a magical sound,
The Pensce, a selection of original poetry, by a Young Lady, is If the glance of her eye be a spell;
in the press. If the flush of her cheek be the fairest of sights,
Captain Sherer is engaged with a Life of the great Gustavus of If her lip be the holiest shrine,
Sweden. Then, believe me, the toast which her beauty invites, M. de Chateaubriand has announced a new work on the state of Turns to gold every drop of our wine !
France, which will appear shortly.
MK YANIEWICZ's CONCERT.-This concert took place in the
Hopetoun Rooms, on Tuesday last. It laboured under the disade If life be a good, 'tis to her that we owe it,
vantage of being a Morning Concert, which, in this city, is always a If genius a gift, 'tis that she is the theme,
dull affair. It was well attended, but the audience were cold and If love be a bliss, 'tis through her that we know it, listless. Why they should have been so, we do not exactly know,
0! without her this world were a wearisome dream ! for much of the music was excellent. Though Mr Yaniewicz is not Then, a bumper ! a bumper ! if ever you till'd it,
so brilliant a violinist as Murray, he is perhaps his superior in deA bumper to her, both our hope and our pride!
licacy of expression, and his two solos were very admirable spe.
cimens of his abilities. A scheme for the future—if ever you build it
Miss Yaniewicz is a mistress of the
piano-forte, and Miss Paulina not inferior at the harp. The Fill a bumper to woman and make her your guide!
Misses Patong exerted themselves with their usual success; and Mr H. G. B. Boyle, who made his first appearance in Edinburgh, if he did not
electrify, at all events, proved himself a sweet and pleasing singer.
THE LATE HUGH WILLIAMS.-- We understand that this lament.
ed artist left behind him a very valuable and complete collection of SOLITUDE-A SONNET.
all the drawings made by him when in Greece, and, that they may
be made serviceable to the public, and the profession, it is the inteu. With silence for my comrade, and the chance
tion of his executors, we believe, to offer them at a fair price to the Of varying moods and scenes to be my guide,
directors of the Royal Institution in this city, who will probably Again let me ascend thy rugged side,
willingly avail themselves of the opportunity to make so interesting Paternal mountain ! and in joy advance
MR KNOWLES's LECTURES.-We have been astonished to find Along thy ridges, where the wild-flowers dance
that these lectures have not as yet been very crowdedly attended, To the wind's music,—where the vapours glide and can attribute it only to the more than usual number of gaieties Slowly at noon-tide, or in stillness bide
which have this week distracted public attention. We certainly In thy deep clefts, as in a holy trance,
know of none who could give to the important subject of dramatic Which the wide skies and landscape share with them! literature a higher degree of interest than that with which Mr Blessed reward, my upward toil shall crown;
Knowles invests it, whether we regard the fine genius which he
brings to bear upon it from the stores of his own mind, or the adAnd though I wait till th’ evening sun go down,
mirable manner in which he illustrates his remarks by his powers Yet for no loss of time shall truth condemn;
of elocution, as exemplified in his readings and recitations. Every 'Tis not in labour only and in strife
lecture is full of varied attractions, but we are inclined to believe That hearts acquire their wisdom and their life.
that the three he has yet to deliver-to-day, on Monday, and Wedla E. O. B.
nesday-will be the most popular of all, because they relate almost exclusively to the modern drama, and will be enriched by many anecdotes and illustrations, which, from the lips of the author of
“ Virginius," come to us with lenfold force. We seriously advise LITERARY CHIT-CHAT AND VARIETIES.
those who take an interest in the drama, not to deprive themselves of the present opportunity of hearing it discussed by a master of the
art. We are willing to stake our own credit that they will not be OUR readers will learn with pleasure, that Mr Hemans is prepa. disappointed. ring another volume for publication. It will probably be called Songs ELOCUTIOX.-(From our Glasgow Correspondent.)-While you are of the Affections, and will include much not originally classed under enjoying in Edinburgh the admira: le disquisitions of Mr Knowles that title in the Magazines or other periodicals to which Mrs He. upon an art he so much excels in—the DRAMATIC-We are led to mnans contributes.
anticipate, in this city, at least one pleasant evening in the deve
lopement of some new principles in another art, to the study of which he was the first to give an impulse among us,-namely, Elocution. Mr Knowles, since he gave up being an instructor here, in the Art of Reading, has been followed by many ambitious of being his successor. Of course, few could justly aspire to be so; but, from the appearance of a Mr J. H. Aitken, a protege of Dr Chalıners, who announces himself as about to lecture in this town, after having devoted seven years to the study, and reduced its principles to just that number of rules, we hope a fresh impulse may be given to the study of so delightful an accomplishment.
CHIT CHAT FROM LONDON.- It is said that Messrs Colburn and Bentley are about to commence a new work on the plan of the Family Library and Constable's Miscellany.--. new Sunday newspaper, called The Intelligence, has made its appearance, under the auspices, it is believed, of the Treasury. - The exhibition of pictures by the Society of British Artists, opened a few days ago, and is better than it has ever hitherto been.— The London Literary Union already extends to 800 members; but what its distinct purposes are, is bot yet generally made public.-Mr Westmacott has now concluded his course of lectures on sculpture, all of which have been received with much applause.—Mr Brougham is said to be in a very precarious state of health. The ensuing exhibition of pictures at Sumer. set House is to be enriched by eight pictures by the late Sir Thomas Lawrence; and at the close of the present exhibition in the British Institution, the gallery is to be filled with his most finished productions, to be exhibited to the public. - Mr O'Connell has left London to attend his duties in a cause (Blackwood v. Blackwood,) in which he is retained with a fee of 800 guineas.- A new dioramic exhibition, containing views of Venice, of the Pass of Briançon, the Thames Tunnel, and the interior of Durham Cathedral, has been recently opened. -What occupies one-half of London? a dun. What occupies more than one-half of Paris ? un ris.
THEATRICAL Gossip.-At Drury Lane, Kean has been playing Hamlet with great eclat. Two new farces have also been produced successfully, the one called Popping the Question," and the other, “ Perfection, or the Lady of Munster;" the latter is by the popular song-writer, Thomas Haynes Bayly. At this theatre, likewise, a new singer of the name of Anderson has made a favourable impres. sion on the public. - The London critics differ as to the merits of Miss Kemble's Portia ; but they seem generally to agree that her father's Shylock was very bad. Miss Kemble, whatever be her talents, has been the chief means of adding to the treasury of Covent Garden a sum exceeding L. 25,000, in about seventy performances. Her own salary is only 2.10 per night. - As Drury Lane has no lessee at present, it has been suggested that either Mathews or Macready should enter upon the speculation next season.--A new opera is in preparation at Drury Lane, in which it is said that Miss Stephens, Vestris, Sinclair, Phillips, and the new singer Anderson, will all have parts.-A new Italian opera is reported to be in preparation at the King's Theatre, which has the novel attraction of being the en. tire work of an English amateur.-A gentleman of the name of Goldsmid, a name well known in the commercial world, is about to appear on the London stage as a comic actor ; his abilities are highly spoken of.--At a meeting of the friends of Mr Arnold, on Monday, a plan for rebuilding the English Opera house was submitted to them. It was found that, on the most moderate computation, it could not be rebuilt for less than 40,000l. ; of which it was intended to raise 30,000/. by debentures of 250)|, each. Ten thousand pounds were subscribed in the room, and the whole sum, it is computed, will be subscribed in a fortnight. The English operatic company will open in the Adelphi. Before this, however, Mr Mathews will give his annual entertainment new one; and the Elephant will be marched off to the counuy.-It would seem, that the seduisante Sontag still adds to her other attractions that of being a spinster. Count Rossi, her alleged husband, has written to some of the French papers to deny the “ soft impeachment” of ever having held any lordship over her but that of lore! She arrived at Berlin a few days ago, and is now singing there.-Hummel, the pianist and composer, has arrived in Paris, where he is to give several concerts before setting out for London.- Miss Smithson is gving to play pantomime and melo-drama in Paris, for which her talents are certainly much more adapted than for the higher walks of either tragedy or comedy.-- Macready has repeated, with increased success, his performance of Werner in Dublin, where Miss Kemble is shortly to appear.-T. P. Cooke is at Glasgow, and will come here immediately on the termination of Liston's engagement, which commences on Monday.- Miss Jarman takes for her benefit this evening the play of “ Know your own Mind," and the operatic mélo-drama of “Masaniello." The house will be crowdedly attended. The following is the Farewell Address, written for Mrs Henry Siddons by Sir Walter Scott, and delivered by her on Monday last :
The curtain drops-the mimic scene is past-
Or o'er the dying couch in whispers spoken,
March 27 - April 2.
SAT. Mox. TUES. WED. THURS. FRI.
EXIGME Sur la belle Prisonnière d'Edimbourg. Je commence à vieillir, et suis un peu flétrie; Quant à la chair, aux os, je n'en eus de ma vie. Cependant, tous les jours, d'une foule d'amants, Je reçois de vifs, doux, et tendres compliments. Eprise de la gloire, avide de conquêtes, Je ne songeais qu'aux jeux, qu'aux triomphes, qu'aux fêtes, Lorsqu'une âpre rivale, envieuse de moi, Par de lâches détours me fit subir sa loi. Quoique proscrite, esclave, oisive et languissante, Chacun me trouve encore aimable, intéressante; Et tel est le pouvoir de mes charmes vainqueurs, Que, comine Helene qui subjugua tant de coeurs, Sans les nombreux Argus, dont je suis entourée, Je serais en danger d'être un jour enlevée.
G. S., Nelson Streef.
TO OUR CORRESPONDENTS. We shall present our readers, in next Number, with some novelties, or, what the Circus people would call “ a change of pertonnnances."
We can assure " A Friend" that he will find us every thing he could wish ere long. We are afraid the communications of " G. M.” though sensible, would be considered a little heavy.—The Sonnet by “ N. C.” of Glasgow, shall have a place.
“ Lines for the Eye of Mr James Hogg," by Mr David Tweedie, in our next.
* The explanation of this cnigma will be given in our next Num. ber,
TO OUR READERS.
-and Julia--poor Julia, will blush, and smile, and come
Aying into my arms like a shuttlecock. Heigho !-I am Here is as pleasant a number of the Literary Journal as one
a very miserable young officer. The silly girl loves me; could wish to read on an April day. We have taken advantage of a
her imagination is all crammed with hearts and darts ; temporary dearth of new works of interest, to supply our friends with an assortment of miscellaneous articles on various su wjects,
she will bore me to death with her sighs, and her tender some grave, and some gay, some instructive, and some amusing, glances, and her allusions to time past, and her hopes of but all possessed of a degree of merit rarely met with in any other time to come, and all the artillery of a love-sick child's periodical now existing. If there be any one who turns away in mo brain. What, in the name of the Pleiades, am I to do? rose dissatisfaction from the perusal of this sheet of royal octavo, I believe I had a sort of penchant for her once, when I we can only gay of him, in the words of Shakspeare, " Let no such
was a mere boy in my nurse's leading-strings; I believe man be trusted."
I did give her some slight hopes at one time or other ;
but, now—0! Rosalind ! dear--delightful”THE DILEMMA. A TALE.
Here his feelings overpowered him, and pulling a miBy H. G. B.
niature from his bosom, he covered it with kisses. Sorry My native vale, my native vale,
am I to be obliged to confess that it was not the miniaHow many a chcquer'd year hath fled,
ture of Julia. How many a vision bright and frail
“ But what is to be done ?” he at lengtb resumed.My youth's aspiring hopes have fed, Since last thy beauties met mine eye,
“ The poor girl will go mad; she will hang herself in her Upon as sweet an eve as this,
garters; or drown herself, like Ophelia, in a brook under And cach soft breeze that wander'd by,
a willow. And I shall be her murderer! I, who have Whisper'd of love, repose, and bliss; I deem'd not then a ruder gale
never yet knocked on the head a single man in the field Would sweep me soon from Malhamdale.
of battle, will commence my warlike operations by breakALARIC WATIS.
ing the heart of a woman. By St Agatha! it must not “ By St Agatha! I believe there is something in the be; I must be true to my engagement. Yes! though I shape of a tear in those dark eyes of mine, about which become myself a martyr', I must obey the dictates of hothe women rave so unmercifully,” said the young Fitz- nour. Forgive me, Rosalind, heaveoliest object of my clarence, as, after an absence of two years, he came once adoration! Let not thy Fitzclarence"more in sight of his native village of Malhamdale. He Here his voice became again inarticulate ; and, as he stood upon the neighbouring heights, and watched the winded down the hill, nothing was heard but the echoes curling smoke coming up from the cottage chimneys in of the multitudinous kisses he continued to lavish on the the clear blue sky of evening, and he saw the last beams little brilliantly-set portrait he held in his hands. of the setting sun, playing upon the western walls of his Next morning, Sir Meredith Appleby was just in the father's old baronial mansion, and, a little farther off, he midst of a very sumptuous breakfast, (for, not withstandcould distinguish the trees and pleasure-grounds of Sir ing his gout, the Baronet contrived to preserve his appeMeredith Appleby's less ancient seat. Then he thought tite,) and the pretty Julia was presiding over the tea and of Julia Appleby, the baronet's only child, his youthful coffee at the other end of the table, immediately opposite playmate, his first friend, and his first love ; and as he her papa, with the large long-eared spaniel sitting beside thought of her, he sighed. I wonder why he sighed! her, and ever and anon looking wistfully into her face, When they parted two years before, sanctioned and en- when a servant brought in, on a little silver tray, a letter couraged by their respective parents, (for there was no- for Sir Meredith. The old gentleman read it aloud ; it thing the old people wished more than a union between was from the elder Fitzclarence : My dear friend, the families,) they had sworn eternal fidelity, and plight- Alfred arrived last night. He and I will dine with ed their hearts irrevocably to each other. Fitzclarence you to-day. Yours, Fitzclarence."--Julia's cheeks grew thought of all this, and again he sighed. Different first as white as her brow, and then as red as her lips. people are differently affected by the same things. After As soon as breakfast was over, she retired to her own so long an absence, many a man would, in the exuber- apartment, whither we must, for once, take the liberty ance of his feelings, have thrown himself down upon the of following her. first bed of wild-Howers he came to, and spouted long She sat herself down before her mirror, and deliberatespeeches to himself out of all known plays. Our hero pre- ly took from her hair a very tasteful little knot of fictiferred indulging in the following little soliloquy:-“My tious flowers, which she had fastened in it when she rose. father will be amazingly glad to see me," said he to him-One naturally expected that she was about to replace this self';“ and so will my mother, and so will my old friend ornament with something more splendid-a few jewels, the antediluvian butler Morgan ap-Morgan, and so will perhaps ; but she was not going to do any such thing. She the pointer-bitch Juno, and so will my pony Troilus ;-a rung the bell; her confidential attendant, Alice, answerpretty figure, by-the-by, I should cut now upon Troilus, ed the summons. “ La! Ma'am," said she, “what is the in this gay military garb of mine, with my sword rattling matter ? You look as ill as my aunt Bridget.”-“ You between his legs, and my white plumes streaming in the have heard me talk of Alfred Fitzclarence, Alice, have air like a rainbow orer him! And Sir Meredith Apple- you not?” said the lady, languidly, and at the same time by, too, with his great gouty leg, will hobble through the slightly blushing. “O! yes, Ma'am, I think I have. He room in ecstacy as soon as I present myself before him; was to be married to you before he went to the wars."
“He has returned, Alice, and he will break his heart if he ture! It is all over with me! The murder is out! Lord finds I no longer love him. But he has been so long away ; bless me! Julia, how pale you have grown; yet hear me ! and Harry Dalton has been so constantly with me; and be comforted, I am a very wretch ; but I shall be faith. his tastes and mine are so congenial ;-I'm sure you ful; do not turn away, love ; do not weep; Julia! Julia ! know, Alice, I am not fickle, but how could I avoid what is the matter with you ?-By Jove! she is in hys it ? Harry Dalton is so handsome, and so amiable !" terics; she will go distracted! Julia! I will marry you. “ To be sure, ma'am, you had the best right to choose for I swear to you by". yourself; and so Mr Fitzclarence must just break his “ Do not swear by any thing at all," cried Julia, un heart if he pleases, or else fight a desperate duel with Mr | able any longer to conceal her rapture, “lest you be trans. Dalton, with his swords and guns." _“O! Alice, you ported for perjury. You are my own-my very best frighten me to death. There shall be no duels fought for me. Alfred !" Though my bridal bed should be my grave, I shall be true " Mad, quite mad," thought Alfred. to my word. The bare suspicion of my inconstancy would “ I wear a miniature too,” proceeded the lady; and turn poor Alfred mad. I know how he doats upon me. she pulled from the loveliest bosom in the world the likeI must go to the altar, Alice, like a lamb to the slaughter. Dess, set in brilliants, of a youth provokingly handsome, Were I to refuse him, you may depend upon it he would but not Fitzclarence. put an end to his existence with five loaded pistols. Only
« Julia !" think of that, Alice ; what could I say for myself, were his
“ Alfred!" remains found in his bed some morning ?" History does
“ We have both been faithless !" not report what Alice said her mistress might, under such “ And now we are both happy." circumstances, say for herself; but it is certain that they “ By St Agatha ! I am sure of it. Only I cannot help remained talking together till the third dinner-bell rang. wondering at your taste, Julia; that stripling has actually
The Fitzclarences were both true to their engagements, no whiskers !" but notwithstanding every exertion on the part of the two “ Neither has my cousin Rosalind ; yet you found her old gentlemen, they could not exactly bring about that resistless." “ Aow of soul" which they had hoped to see animating “ Well, I believe you are right; and, besides, de gus. the young people. At length, after the cloth was remo- tibus-I beg your pardon, I was going to quote Latin.* ved, and a few bumpers of claret had warmed Sir Meredith's heart, he said boldly," Julia, my love, as Alfred does not seem to be much of a wine-bibber, suppose you SPRING HOURS IN PERE LA CHAISE. show him the improvements in the gardens and hot-houses, whilst we sexagenarians remain where we are, to Jaded as I was in body and mind by the gaieties of a drink to the health of both, and talk over a few family Parisian winter, the first vernal buds which studded the matters." Alfred, thus called upon, could not avoid ri trees growing into my windows, on one of the most fre. sing from his seat, and offering Julia his arm. She took quented divisions of the Boulevards, were welcomed as it with a blush, and they walked off together in silence. harbingers of a season that promised repose. My object “ How devotedly he loves me !" thought Julia, with a in going abroad had been to see life; and in the Parisian sigh. “No, no, I cannot break his heart.”-“ Poor girl!" saloons humanity may be studied in all its varieties. Unthought Alfred, bringing one of the curls of his whiskers finchingly did I follow the giddy round of fashionable more killingly over his cheek; “ her affections are irrevo- entertainments. How strange! that he who once wood cably fixed upon me; the slightest attention calls to her retirement, and thought himself devoted to solitude, should face all the roses of Sharon."
take pleasure in a career so new, so much at variance with They proceeded down a long gravel walk, bordered on quiet habits! But my life was more one of observation both sides with fragrant and flowery shrubs; but, except than of actual enjoyment. If I mingled in the dance, that the pebbles rubbed against each other as they passed or seated myself at the card-table, it was less for the plea. over them, there was not a sound to be heard. Julia, sure these amusements yielded, than for the opportunity however, was observed to hem twice, and we have been they afforded of indulging my favourite propensity—the told that Fitzclarence coughed more than once. At length study of character. So much had I become immersed in the lady stopped, and plucked a rose. Fitzclarence stop- this dissipation, so interesting was the mighty book Na. ped also, and plucked a lily. Julia smiled ; so did Al ture opened up to me, that I no longer heeded aught uhfred. Julia's smile was chased away by a sigh ; Alfred connected with my immediate engagements. Books, home, immediately sighed also. Checking himself, however, friends--all were neglected. My habits were thoroughly he saw the absolute necessity of commencing a con- changed. Time few on-week hurried after week, month versation. “ Miss Appleby !" said he at last. “ Sir ?" after month. The gleaming of “ some bright particular " It is two years, I think, since we parted."-"Yes ; star," as I stepped into my cabriolet long past midnight; two years on the fifteenth of this month." Alfred a glance at the fair moon, as I waited till the drowsy was silent. “How she adores me !" thought he; "she can porter answered our imperious summons was the only tell to a moment how long it is since we last met.” intercourse I held with that lovely firmament, on which
- There was a pause.-“ You have seen, no doubt, a I had erst bestowed whole nights of contemplation. great deal since you left Malhamdale ?” said Julia. But winter was now about to terminate, and the first "O! a very great deal,” replied her lover, Miss Ap- glimpse of reviving vegetation reproachfully carried me pleby hemmed once more, and then drew in a vast back to Scotland_“ her hazel and her hawthorn glade* mouthful of courage." I understand the ladies of Eng--to that country life which long habit had rendered land and Ireland are much more attractive than those dearer than that which I had recently led. Like the of Wales." -“ Generally speaking, I believe they are.”- sight of land to the unaccustomed voyager, the early signs
“ That is, I mean, I beg your pardon--the of spring gave hope of respite from the new labour to truth is, I should have said-that-that-you have drop- which I had condemned myself. I began to long for s ped your rose.” Fitzclarence stooped to pick it up; but look at nature, and sighed to breathe a purer air than can in so doing, the little miniature which he wore round be inspired amid those “exhalations” of a large city, so his neck escaped from under his waistcoat, and, though feelingly anathematized by Cowley. With him I was he did not observe it, it was hanging conspicuous on his ready to exclaimbreast, like an order, when he presented the flower to Julia. “ Good heavens! Fitzclarence, that is my cousin Ro
" Who that has reason and has smell, salind !"
Would not amidst roses and jasmine dwell ?" " Your cousin Rosalind! where ? how the minia It is true, that the rose and jasmine were not yet to be