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school thus embodied; and we know that some of our Farewell !--the sound bath never slept, first artists are both able and anxious to lend their aid Since first on Eden's bowers 'twas wept ; towards effecting this wish. The Manager may rest

It hath been shriek'd on every shore, assured, that such exhibitions will answer in a financial Choked in the ruthless waters' roar, point of view—that they will give a tone of elevated feel- And every spot we tread can tell ing to his establishment—and help to disperse many ho- Its tale of many a wild farewell ! nest prejudices. They will also have a good effect in forming the taste of the actors.


Farewell !--the saddest and the last
Of earthly sounds-hath voiced the past,

And through the future still 'twill mourn

The partings that have no return;
Till death-divided friends shall dwell

In lands where there is no farewell!

0 Gioventu!
O Primavera! gioventu dell'anno,

O Gioventu! primavera della vita!
Yes! years have pass'd, and many more may be,

The Rev. J. T. Becher is about to publish “A System of EnBefore 'tis ours again to meet, if ever ;

dowment for the Provident Classes in every station of Life, exYet, oh! beloved friend, the thought of thee

emplified by the rules of the Southwell Endowment Society." Still lives, and leaves my faithful spirit never !

In the press—A Picturesque Pocket Companion to Margate, Ramsgate, &c., with 120 Engravings on Wood, including every

object of interest on the river. My soul_none reads; thy name—I breathe it not ;

OUR STUDY TABLE is ornamented at present with a new series Apart from mine thy changeful lot is cast ;

of Mrs S. C. Hall's Irish Tales. Beside them lies Fitz-Raymond. Perchance even thou may'st deem thou art forgot, A little further over is the second edition of Ellis's Polynesian We met in smiles, and smiling parted last.

Researches. There lie Fuseli and Davy, looking a mild reproach

upon us, as if they feared we were neglecting them. The Pulpit But thou wert with me in that vernal time

is here, too, preaching to no unwilling ears. A new volume of When childhood's dreams made summer in the heart,

Oliver and Boyd's Cabinet Library beckons us away to Egypt,

the land of solid structures and shadowy legends. And who that shares with us life's early prime,

POPULAR SCIENTIFIC LECTURES.- Mr W. Rhind will commence, But claims remembrance never to depart!

early next month, a course of popular lectures on Natural History,

in the George Street Assembly Rooms. In his introductory lecWe ne'er may meet again !-yet is it nought

ture, he will explain the object of the science, illustrate its imThat we have met in that bright fleeting spring portance and utility, and give a sketch of its progress. He will, Of parest joy, whose bloom but once is caught,

in his subsequent lectures, lead his audience from the history of And leaves behind but woe and withering ?

unorganic matter, through the vegetable and animal kingdoms, up,

finally, to man. The lectures will be illustrated by numerous speOh! is it nought to think that we have trod

cimens of objects in natural history. We know Mr Rhind to be a

man of talent. Indeed, we are happy to see so many young men The same green haunts, in summer's radiant weather ?

of abilities and acquirements striking into this path.-Mr Cheel, And roaming thus with Nature and her God,

the able editor of the Edinburgh Journal of Natural and GeograHave smiled, and wept, and hoped, and prayed together? phical Science, contemplates delivering, this summer, a coarse of

lectures on Practical Anatomy.--Dr William Gregory has produ. For ever, and for ever in my mind,

ced a favourable impression by his Chemical Lectures and Mr With all youth's brightest and most glorious things, Russell, by his course upon Mechanical Science. Thy name is link'd, thy memory is enshrined,

Bentley v. HORACE.-(From a Correspondent.)-The critics

seem to have agreed in exploding Dr Bentley's arbitrary substituNor time, nor change, can loose the golden strings !

tion of " ter natos," for “ tornatos," in the following verse of

Whene'er I look upon the sunset skies,
Whene'er I catch the breath of mountain flower,

“Et male tornatos incudi reddere versus." Whene'er I gaze on childhood's laughing eyes

DE ARTE POETICA, V. 441. Thou comest to me with many a faded hour !

That is, gentle reader, or is supposed to be _“And to send the ill

turned verses back to the anvil."-" What an absurd mixture of The summer morning, full of dews and light,

metaphors !" exclaims the doctor; "a turner's lathe and a smith's The simplest tones of music sad and wild,

anvil!" &c, &c. Even the defenders of the old reading--and the The calm of ocean in the starry night,

oldest is generally the best, especially if old enough to be the Whate'er brings back the feelings of the child- author's own-admit that there is a little confusion of metaphor.

Gesner admits it. Hunter, by quoting him without any remark, All speak of thee! and oft unconscious tears,

seems to homologate the charge. But Baxter had shown, more Not sorrowful, but sweet, will gently start,

than a hundred years ago, that there is no confusion,—that the

metaphor is quite unique. That tornus isma “minter's die"To think the friend of earlier, happier years,

forma monetaria. What, then, is more common than to return Is great and noble, as I feel thou art !

the ill-coined pieces to the anvil ? Critics appear not to be ac.

quainted with a most excellent work on the “Connexion of RoWe ne'er may meet again ! yet do I love

man, Saxon, and English Coins,” by the Rev. W. Clarke-grand*To ponder on those days long fled for ever ;

father of the celebrated traveller, Dr Clarke-to which Cowper A thousand blessings crown thee from above

acknowledges himself indebted for the rectification of what had While memory lives, thine own shall perish never! been absurdly rendered the Two Bottoms of Nestor's Cup. They


were two vine branches, upon which the doves were perched. Mr Clarke's note is too long for me to transcribe at present; but he clearly proves, from Bentley's own quotations, particularly Pro

pertius“ angusto includere torno," that tornus must have been FAREWELL.

used to denote a die. Such as have access to the book, will find the passage by the Index, under “Bentley."

ET. By John Malcolm.

LONDON.- We venture, without leave asked or given, to print FAREWELL!-Oh! what a countless hoard

part of a letter we have just received from one of our most valued Of sorrows wake at that lorn word !

correspondents one of those pleasing acquaintances whom we In moments crowding griefs of years,

know better, and esteem more, without ever having seen their

faces, than most of those with regard to whom we have enjoyed Whose mute interpreters are tears

that privilege :-“ Our town just now is quite alive with literary Wrung from the heart, that hears its knell

stars. Wordsworth appears in sound health, and though his hair In the dread, withering word-Farewell!

is grey, and his noble brow wrinkled, yet his poetic feeling and

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them."-Literary Gazette. ful likeness, and in these matters we have great faith in the “ This is worthy to rank in the juvenile library along with Sir artist's own opinion. — Messrs Phillips and Westmacott have

Walter Scott's Tales of a Grandfather, and we could not say inore concluded their lectures at the Royal Academy. The Exhibition

in its behalf if it were our own."-Edinburgh Literary Journal. opens, as usual, on the first Monday in May.--Immediately after

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L.1, lls. 6d. Just Published. reserved for crowned heads. (We trust this folly has been un

"A most excellent Novel." -Literary Gazette. justly imputed to him.) Mr Westmacott's design for a statue has

“ We regard the author of these volumes as standing among living been preferred : it is to be erected in Waterloo Place, if the per. female writers, second only to Joanna Baillie Destiny is worthy of mission of the proprietors of the adjoining houses can be obtained. the Author of Marriage"-Edinburgh Literary Journal.

“ The character of Destiny will be best understood by the admi. Wyatt has also been appointed to erect, on some spot, not yet

rers of Pride anul Prejudice, and Northanger Abbey, when we say designated, an exact copy of Trajan's pillar, with the exception that the Authoress is entitled to the high distinction of being called, of the sculptures. The shaft will be red-the base of grey

without qualification or drawback, the Miss Austin of Scotland." granite; and the whole is to be surmounted by a bronze statue of Spectator. the Duke.

IV. Theatrical Gossip.--The Atlas thus expresses itself regarding

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1. theatres that are starting up in the metropolis. It will soon be

In a few days, the Third and concluding Volume of found impossible to keep up the huge establishments, which en.

THE LIFE of LORD BURGHLEY, Lord High courage and render necessary an exaggerated style of acting.-- Treasurer of England, in the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. With Massinger's “Maid of Honour” has been revived at Covent Gar. Extracts from his Private and Official Correspondence, and other den, for the purpose of introducing Fanny Kemble as Camiola.-- Papers, now first published from the originals. By the Rev. Dr Arnold has gained nothing by his speculation at the Adelphi. His

NARES, Regius Professor of Modern History in the University of

Oxford. establishment was on too expensive a scale for so small a theatre,

II. -The French comedians at the Haymarket continue to give satisfaction. ---Pritehard has succeeded poor Denham as secretary to

The Fifth and concluding Volume of

Mr D'ISRAELI'S COMMENTARIES on the the Edinburgh Theatrical Fund. We are happy to learn that this

LIFE and REIGN of CHARLES I. King of England. excellent institution is flourishing. Is it to have a benefit, or a

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“Old Bachelor,” the author of " An Essay on Flirts,'

and the sentimental savage, who perpetrated the tirade No. I.

entitled “ April Fools,” make their bow to the public. If they fail, they only share the fate of better men.

The Bystander is a designation which they have not Ir has frequently been asked why we have no Spec- assumed hastily, nor without some reference to the times. tators or Ramblers now-a-days. Various reasons may From their previous lucubrations, to which they have be plausibly assigned for the non-appearance of such just referred, the reader will naturally conclude, that the publications. In the first place, the small follies and tone of their contemplated writings is to be chiefly light ,vices of society against which they were directed, have and playful not without a dash of the humourist. And been either eradicated by their efforts, or have grown he is correct in his inference. At the same time, the more cunning to hide themselves. Like game in the increasing acerbity of party spirit points out to them a battue of a keen-eyed sportsman, an occasional jubilee is field, in which their labours, if successful, may be of the requisite in order that a new generation may spring up. utmost importance. They will seize every opportunity to In the second place, the division of labour, superinduced impress deeply upon the minds of their readers, that, howby the progress of literature, has materially narrowed the ever they may differ upon the great question which now sphere of the periodical essayist. Steele and Addison might agitates the nation, they possess an immense preponderange, chartered libertines, in their narrow sheet, through rance of sentiments, opinions, even prejudices, in comthe whole range of moral preaching, literary and theatri- mon. They will ever seek to remind the angry combatcal criticism, politics, and what not. But, in our ino- ants that they are proud of the same fathers, that they dern periodicals, criticism is a distinct department, for- have revelled in the same intellectual banquets, that they mally lined and marked out. The theatre, it has been have sat, and may sit again, at the same feasts, that their discovered, requires the undivided attention of one minds have been expanded by the aid of the same manly labourer. Politics never thrive beyond the columns of a language. We can discuss a metaphysical question, and newspaper. The essayist has consequently been so re- be angry as heart could wish, without retaining an atter stricted in his topics, that he has found it impossible, as grudge. We have all been involved at times in squabbles it is expressed in the emphatic language of the ring,“ to about matters of local interest, and scowled angrily at our come to time."

opponents, and kissed, and become friends again.

An: Undeterred by these considerations, a small knot of why not thus in the present instance ? The question as friends have determined to attempt the revival of this issue is one of vital and pervading interest. Let it be style of writing. Each of them has of late tried his contested strenuously as may be let neither side give or band at an essay in the Edinburgh Literary Journal, and take an inch of ground without a struggle. But why more than one of them has been rewarded with some add to the bitterness of public strife that of private ransmall degree of public approbation. It has struck them cour? Why admit unamiable and misery-bringing feelthat, by uniting their forces, by giving that unity and ings to taint with their pollution the battle of principle ? continuity to their fragments, which is the result of pub- This warning is not uncalled for. We do not allude lishing under one name a series of essays, harmonizing to the unseemly exhibition, in what has ever, until this in their general tendency, they may each, in the narrower occasion, been the most decorous of our legislative assemsphere to which the periodical essayist is now confined, blies. We speak neither of those who all but scowled make themselves useful in their day and generation. defiance in their sovereign's face, nor of him who, by an

The time seems not altogether unpropitious to such an ill-timed bravado, augmented their vindictive anger. We attempt. A marked change has taken place in the man- speak of signs-slight, indeed, but of fearful auguryners, and indeed in the whole organization of society, that have met us in private circles. We have heard since the last of their predecessors closed his wearied words thoughtlessly and foolishly dropped on one side, lips. There is a wide field for useful and interesting of an appeal to arms we have marked the bent brow remark, in the contrasted manners of Scotland as it is and suffused face with which this silly speech was renow, and Scotland as it was in 1790. The process by ceived. We know that these were but the pettish effiwhich the change has been effected affords likewise a sious of a hot debate-forgotten as soon as uttered. But pleasing object of contemplation. It is like standing in it is ever thus with the first suggestions of evil. The autumn just where the mountain district subsides into thought passes through the mind, startles us, and disthe level country, and watching the shifting clouds, as appears. Afterwards, when some chance association driving before the wind they unwreathe themselves from recalls it, with its novelty it is found to have lost much one hill to settle upon another. Nor is it the intention of its terror. It is permitted to take up a permanent of the contributors to the Bystander, to confine their ani- lodgement in the brain, as a fancy which never can be madversions to our own firesides,--they embrace within reduced to practice. And, finally, in an unguarded mothe range of their remarks the sister-kingdom, and the ment, when passion is awake, and reason slumbers, this continent—and past times as well as present. No cha- hated, despised thought is hastily caught at, to give form racteristic feature of humanity is devoid of interest to and utterance to our fury. We return to ourselves only them. With such themes to descant upon, the “ Loun- to become aware of a deed, the memory of which blasts ger,” (a name of good omen in a work of this kind,) the our future existevce.

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Perhaps we are unduly apprehensive of civil commo- the witching cup of Catholicism,-one who has prostrated tion. Having spent a portion of our life in a country his intellect to acquiesce in the broad and unmodified which had suffered dreadfully from its blighting influ- doctrine of the divine right of kings. He is one of your ences, we have had occasion to mark the deep and whiners over the gone glories of chivalry, and of the festering wounds it leaves behind, and are, perhaps, undivided church, and the honesty and quiet of the over apprehensive. But even though matters should middle ages. To sum up his character, he is a beautiful not come to this extremity, it is fearful to think of reader, and the great happiness of his life has been, to the alienation of friends, the heart-burnings in families, excite the admiration of a circle of blues-youthful and which political strife too often occasions. Of what avail ancient-by his delicate and impassioned reading of is it that we triumph, if it be at the expense of all Shakspeare; and to kiss daily the withered band of the that makes life endurable? Or will it soothe our dis- faded beauty who, in virtue of her possessing a small appointed spirits to feel that we have rudely burst the portion of wit, is acknowledged patroness of all in Dresden bonds of natural affection, and made others as miserable who would be thought to possess it. as ourselves ? If, in the course of its labours, the By- In describing Tieck, we have drawn the picture of a stander be able, by its jest or by its earnest, to bring one pretty numerous class of German literati, and one which individual to a right way of thinking upon these topics— we suspect not a few of our readers have been taught to to save, in one instance, fond hearts from being rudely consider the representative of the whole. This mistake separated—it will be a proud reflection to its conductors. may be accounted for in a manner more true than flat

Although it is not our intention to harp continually tering to our national vanity. This morbid portion of upon this theme-lest, by continued iteration, we render German literature has been more largely translated into both it and ourselves hateful--it is with reference to our English than any other-solely because it attracts more adoption of these pacific principles that we have selected readers. This trash finds as large a public to devour it our title. We do not seek to insinuate that we belong here, although they may gulp it down in secret, having to neither of the two great parties which divide the state; the fear of ridicule before their eyes, as it does at home. nor are we anxious to conceal that our heart is with all The only difference is, that the Germans manufacture those who are generally included under the vague desig- their own love-philtres and other sickening drugs, while nation of Liberals. Did we think that this avowal of we beg or steal from them. our sentiments might in the least interfere with the at- Our objection to this unwholesome mental food, is not tention which we hope may be paid to the remonstrances merely that it unfits those who indulge in it for the duof the Bystander, we might have hesitated to confess so ties of daily life; although that is no light charge, seeing much. But honesty is ever the best policy. And we that a sound and healthy literature sends back its admisuspect that our “inclinings” are already more than rers refreshed and invigorated to their respective tasks. guessed at by many of our readers. We appeal to our It untits a man for clear and vigorous thinking-it taints future lucubrations, as the only competent vouchers for and enfeebles the imagination—it diffuses languor through the impartiality with which we shall discharge our office his whole being. It pollutes the heart and deranges the of arbiters between the reforming and conservative par. head. It is the fruitful parent of selfishness, continued tisans.

craving after excitement, cowardice, and superstitious All prefaces are dull, and ours, we fear, has been un atheism. It is intellectual opium-eating. wontedly so. But we shall mend, never fear us.

We must, however, do Tieck the justice to admit, that, L. although subdued to the nature of the element he has so

long breathed, he has a capacity of better things in him, LITERARY CRITICISM,

and has published several works composed in a sounder and more manly tone of feeling. His burlesque dramas,

to which he has given the venerable names of " Puss in The Old Man of the Mountain, The Lovecharm, and Boots,” “ Little Thumb,” and the like, are playful and

Pietro of Albano. Tales from the German of Tieck. just satires upon the fashionable weaknesses most predoSmall 8vo. Pp. 335. London. Edward Moxon. I'minant at the time of their publication. With the hap1831.

piest and most sportive wit, he alternately directs his Tieck is a name of reputation among the tea-table arrows now against those very errors into which he has coteries of Germany. He ranks in the same class with himself given—now against the opposite extreme. In the Schlegels, Uhland, and La Motte Fouqué. He is the former of these works, we have a regular drama acute, fanciful, passionate, and effeminate. He has manufactured out of the adventures of the faithful adhetranslated portions of Shakspeare with great truth and rent of the Marquis of Carrabas. But the gentlemen delicacy. He has wrote poems innumerable, against haunting the sixth bench of the pit are also introduced which no one can urge any other objection than that they criticising away with all their might. The heads of the are sweet even to cloying, and every one of them most mystical, rationalist, and antiquarian schools of Germany, pertinaciously and tiresoinely like all the rest. He has canvass the merits of the piece in a most edifying style, wrote romances ; some of which are expositions of what and many of their little imitators join in the discussion. he thinks the proper mode of educating the human mind Peculiarly happy are the remarks of the sage, insisting in art and science, and for the active duties of life ; while upon the truth and accuracy with which the actor who others are of that class so much approved of by German represents the cat imitates the motions of the feline species. subscribers to circulating libraries——tales of diablerie, in and thereupon kneeling down to him as a godlike actor. which the magic is a shadowy allegory of the workings Equally profound is the mystic who discovers the poet's of human passion, and passion is expressed in that ex. hidden meaning. In the other drama we have named, cited, fervent state, where it is on the very verge of melt- some of the over-refinements of modern education are deing into madness. Tieck is a free-thinker too, and above licately exposed. believing any thing in the way that common mortals It is not, however, any of this class of Tieck's works believe it. But, then, according to him, the power of that the present translator has brought before the public. conceiving the existence of a Supreme Being (whether such Ile knew better what was most likely to go down; and a Being exists, is, in his eyes, a matter of comparative selected from the author's legends and tales of overstrained indifference) is the noblest attribute of man, and ought sentiment. The first is a moral tale, warning against such to be carefully cultivated. In accordance with this prin- perversions of sentiment as none could fall into but the ciple, he is, with all his scepticism, not like Frederick self-willed idle brooder over his own imaginings, who could Schlegel in outward show, yet, in his inner soul, one who conceive them-a medicine, in short, needed by none but hath bowed bis knee to the idolatries, and drunk deep of incurables. The other two are stories of witch-rhymes

and incantations, and of people who have sold themselves “ With a voice as if he would split his breast, he read to the devil. There is power in the whole of them-not and conjured again; his breath seemed often to fail him; unfrequently beauty and fine sentiment—and yet withal it was as though the gigantic effort must kill him. Herethey are but convulsive efforts of misdirected genius.

upon a medley of voices were suddenly heard as in a quarrel, We give an extract for the benefit of such of our read-/ then again as in talk; they whispered; they shouted


laughed ; songs darted from among them, together with the ers as may wish to know how to raise the dead, after the jumbled notes of strange instruments. All the vessels grew most approved German fashion :

alive, and strode forward, and went back again; and out of “ In the city on that same night strange things had been the walls in every room gushed creatures of every kind, vergoing on, which as yet were a secret to every body. Scarcely min, and monsters, and hideous abortions in the richest had the darkness spread thickly abroad, when Pietro, whom confusion. people commonly called by the name of his birthplace, Apone, 666 Master !' screamed Beresynth : “the house is growing or Abano, retiring into his secret study at the back of his too tight. What shall we do with all these ghosts? they house, set all his apparatus, all the instruments of his art, must eat one another. O woe! O woe! they are all with in due order, for some mysterious and extraordinary under cub, and are come here to whelp: new brutes keep sprouttaking. He himself was clad in a long robe, charactered ing out of the old ones, and the child is always wilder and with strange hierogylpbs; he had described the magical frightfuller than its dam. My wits are leaving me in the circles in the hall, and he arranged every thing with his lurch. And then this music into the bargain, this ringing utmost skill, to be certain of the result. He had searched and piping, and laughter athwart it, and funeral hymns diligently into the configuration of the stars, and was now enough to make one cry! Look, master ! look! the walls, awaiting the auspicious moment.

the rooms, are stretching themselves, and spreading out into “ His companion, the hideous Beresynth, was also dressed vast halls; the ceilings are running away out of sight; and in magical garments. He fetched every thing at his mas- the creatures are still shooting forth, and thicken as fast as ter's bidding, and set it down just as Pietro thought need the space grows. Have you no counsel ?--have you no ful. Painted hangings were unrolled over the walls; the help? floor of the room was covered over ; the great magical mirror “In complete exhaustion Pietro now raised himself; his was placed upright; and nearer and nearer came the mo- whole form was changed, and he seemed to be dying. Look ment which the magician deemed the most fortunate. out once more,' he said, faintly: “turn thine eyes towards

“ • Hast thou put the crystals within the circles ?" de- the dome, and bring me tidings of what thou seest.' manded Pietro.

“I am treading the rabble here on the head,' roared Be“• Yes;' returned his busy mate, whose ugliness kept resynth, totally bewildered; they are disporting themselves bustling to and fro merrily and unweariably amid the vials, in twining about me like serpents, and are laughing me to mirrors, human skeletons, and all the other strange imple scorn. Are they ghosts? are they demons, or empty phanments. The incense was now brought; a flame blazed toms? Get away! Well, if you won't move out of my upon the altar; and the magician cautiously, almost with path, I'll stamp downright upon your green and blue snouts. trembling, took the great volume out of his most secret Everybody must take care of number One, even if a devil cabinet.

is to be the sufferer.' He stumbled out muttering. “ • Do we start now?' cried Beresynth.

" Things now grew tranquil, and Pietro stood up. He “ Silence !' answered the old man solemnly: 'interrupt waved his arm, and all those strange forms which had been not these holy proceedings by any profane or any useless crawling about the floor and twisting around each other in words.' He read, at first in a low voice, then louder and the air, vanished. He wiped off the sweat and tears, and more earnestly, as he paced with measured steps to and fro, drew his breath more freely. His servant came back and and then again round in a circle. After a while he pansed said : Master, all is quiet and well; but sundry light forms and said, -- Look out, how the heavens are shaping them- titted by me, and lost themselves in the dark sky. Thereselves.'

upon, while I kept staring immovably towards the dome, a “ “ Thick darkness,' replied the servant on his return, mighty crash sounded, as if all the strings of a harp were has enwrapt the sky; the clouds are driving along; rain breaking at once, and a clap came that made the streets and is beginning to drip."

the houses all tremble. The great door of the church burst iThey favour 'me!' exclaimed the old man: it must open ; flutes warbled sweetly and lovelily; and a soft light succeed.' He now knelt down, and murmuring his incan- brightness streamed forth from the heart of the church. tations, often touched the ground with his forehead. His Immediately after, the form of a woman stepped into the raface was heated; his eyes sparkled. He was heard to pro- diance, pale, but glancing, bedecked with crowns of flowers; nounce the holy names which it is forbidden to utter ; and, she glided through the door, and gleams of light strewed a after a long time, he sent his servant out again to look at path for her to tread along. Her head upright, her hands the firmament. Meanwhile the onrush of the storm was folded, she is floating hither toward onr dwelling. Is this heard ; lightning and thunder chased each other; and the she for whom you have been waiting ? house seemed to tremble to its lowest foundations.

Take the golden key,' answered Pietro,' and unlock « • Hearken to the tempest!' shouted Beresynth, coming the innermost richest chamber of my house. See that the back hastily: 'hell has risen np from below, and is raging purple tapestries are spread out, that the perfumes are scatwith fire and fierce cracking crashes of thunder; a whirl-tering their sweetness. Then away, and get thee to bed. wind is raving through the midst of it; and the earth is Make no further enquiry into what happens. Be obedient quaking with fear. Hold with your conjuring, lest the and silent, as thou valuest thy life.' spokes of the world splinter, and the rim that holds it “I know you too well,' returned the dwarf, and walked together burst.'

off with the key, casting back another look of something ** Fool! simpleton !' cried the magician ; "have done with like mischievous delight. thy useless prating! Tear back all the doors; throw the “ Meanwhile a lovely murmur approached. Pietro went house-door wide open.'

into the entrance-hall, and in glided the pale body of Cre“ The dwarf withdrew to perform his master's orders. scentio, in her robe of death, still holding the crucifix in her Meanwhile Pietro lighted the consecrated tapers; with a folded hands. He stood still before her ; she drew up the shudder he walked up to the great torch that stood upon lids from her large eyes, and shrank back from him with the high candlestick; ibis too at last was burning ; then he such a quick start that the wreaths of flowers dropped down threw himself on the ground, and conjured louder and from her shaking head. Without speaking a word he louder. His eyes flashed ; all his limbs shook and shrunk wrested her fast-clasped hands asunder ; but in the left she as in convulsions; and a cold sweat of agony trickled from kept the crucifix tightly clenched. By the right hand he his brow. With wild gestures, as if scared out of his senses, | led her through room after room, and she moved by his the dwarf rushed in again, and leaped for safety within the side stimy and with indifference, never looking around. circles. The world is at the last gasp,' he shrieked, pale “ They reached the furthest chamber. Purple and gold, and with chattering teeth: 'the storms are rolling onward; silk and velvet, were its costly garniture. The light only but all beneath the voiceless night is dismay and horror; glimmered in faintly by day through the heavy curtains. every living thing has fled into its closet, or crept beneath | He pointed to the couch ; and the unconscious holder of a the pillows of its bed, to skulk away from its fears.' charmed life stooped and bent down like a lily that the

" The old man lifted up a face of ghastly paleness from wind shakes; she sank upon the red coverlet and breathed the floor, and with wrenched and indistinguishable features, painfully. From a golden vial the old man poured a prescreamed in sounds not his own, 'Be sileut, wretch, and cious essence into a little crystal cup, and set it before her disturb not the work. Give heed, and keep a fast hold on mouth. Her pale lips sipped the wondrous draught; she thy senses. The greatest things are still behind.' again unfolded her eyes, fixed them on her former friend,

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