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tion took place between the two lovers: their mutual flame was avowed; and they became inseparable for the day. When it became necessary to part, they promised to see each other as often as possible. In the day time, each was occupied in labour, but when the sun vanished from the horizon, they repaired to a private rendezvous. There, in a grove of odoriferous orange-trees, they repeated their ardent expressions of mutual passion: consoling each other by the tenderest caresses for that restraint in their situation which obliged them to separate as soon as the sun arose to gild the azure sky.

Their happiness lasted about six months, when Samba perceived that she was to be a mother. She communicated this discovery to Zami, whose transports on the occasion were indescribable.

He was still in all the intoxication of his joy, when, on quitting his beloved Samba, at break of day, and entering his hut, he found Makandal waiting for him. Makandal, who was unacquainted with Zami's passion and good fortune, thus addressed him :

"Zami, thou knowest the dreadful power of my fetiche, rejoice, therefore, that thou hast found favour in his sight, and merit his confidence. Go, and find out Samba, the negro woman, who has hitherto rejected the solicitations of all her admirers, and who, for a year past, has even irritated my pride by her obstinate refusals. Demand hospitality of her, and when she is about to eat, dexterously infuse this powder into her mess; it will be her death." At the same time, he gave him a piece of the banana leaf, which contained the fatal powder.

His words struck Zami like a clap of thunder; he threw himself at Makandal's feet, and bursting into tears, addressed him in these words:

“Oh, Makandal! canst thou require me to sacrifice to thy vengeance the most perfect beauty, the purest soul that ever did honour to our country? Know that I adore Samba; I am tenderly beloved by her; and she will soon give the title of father to the unfortunate Zami."

Whilst he thus spake, he embraced the knees of the ferocious Makandal, who, enraged to see a successful rival, drew his cutlass, and was, doubtless, going to sacrifice him on the spot, if the voices of the white men, who were calling the slaves to their work, had not been heard. Makandal had but just

time to escape with precipitation, and he, inconsiderately, left the poisonous powder in the hands of Zami.

The latter was determined, at first, to discover the whole to the white overseers; but he still dreaded Makandal he dreaded particularly his fetiche, and' he kept the secret.

The day appeared to him insupportably long; he was overwhelmed with grief and anxiety; and, at last, when the hour of rest was come, he repaired with impatience to the wonted rendezvous.

Samba was not yet arrived. Her lover waited for her with unspeakable anxiety: agitated alternately by hope and fear, every moment he thought he heard her coming. The least noisethe slightest trembling of the trees, augmented the illusion. But perceiving that the hour of meeting was past, his mind was filled with the most gloomy apprehensions, and he lost, at length, all hopes of seeing her when midnight came. He then suddenly sprang forward, and flew towards the dwelling of Zamba, impatient to know what could have happened.

Imagine the grief-the consternationthe despair of the unhappy Zami, when, on approaching the hut of his beloved Samba, he heard the lamentations of several negro women. He enters he perceives her extended on the mathe flies to her. Samba turns her dying eyes towards him; she takes his hand, and tenderly pronouncing his name, expires.

The wretched Zami himself sunk lifeless by her side. He was conveyed out of the hut, and it was not till the next day that he was informed that a female pedlar had come to the hut, and dined with her. He then discovered all that he knew of Makandal's design, and delivered up the powder, which a chemist of Cape Francois examined, and declared to be a most virulent poison.

The cause of a great number of sudden deaths was then suspected, and the danger which threatened the whole colony excited universal consternation. The marèchausses were sent into all parts of the island to apprehend Makandal; but they already began to despair of success, when Zami undertook to take him.

He armed himself with a small club made of the Indian pear-tree, and placed himself in ambuscade in one of the defiles of the mountain to which Makandal had retired.

There he patiently waited

for him five days. At last, on the sixth, before break of day, he heard him walking with two other runaway negroes, Zami instantly rushed upon them, and killed the two comrades of Makandal. The latter drew his cutlass, which Zami, with one blow of his club, beat out of his hand, knocking him down at the same time. He then tied his arms behind him with his long girdle, and brought him to the Cape.

Among the accomplices of Makandal, Teysselo and Mayombo were also taken, who, when tortured, confessed the secret, of the poisons, but Makandal himself would make no confession. He preserved, even in the flames, his audacity and fanaticism, which led the crowd of ignorant negroes to believe, that even now his fetiche would save him, and for a moment, indeed, a singular circumstance, seemed favourable to that opinion. Makandal was fastened to the stake by an iron collar. When the pile was kindled his struggles were so violent that he tore up the stake, and ran ten or twelve steps in the midst of the crowd. All the negroes instantly exclaimed, “a miracle! a miracle!" but a soldier, with a stroke of his sabre, convinced them that he was more powerful than the fetiche, and the inhuman Makandal was

thrown back into the flames.

As for Zami, he had no sooner avenged his beloved Samba, than he put a period to his own existence in the hope of speedily rejoining her, without whom his life was become an insupportable burden.

MISCELLANIES.

A FRENCH HAWKER.

G. M. J.

I remember to have been one day much amused in Tours, by a French man who had a dozen pamphlets to sell, at one sous each. In London he would have hung out a bill on the wagon:they manage things in France differently. He got his wife and five children to help him-assembled in the grand square before the Hotel de Ville-threw off his hat, coat, and vest, rolled up his shirt-, sleeves to the shoulders, and began gesticulating, haranguing, shouting himself hoarse, dancing about, and rubbing his hair back from his forehead, like a tragedian in the fifth act. The children held the pamphlets, and the wife handed them round as they were called for, by a large and momentarily increasing auditory. He sold every one in an hour.

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ANKERSTROM.

On what trifles the fate of nations often depends! Ankerstrom, the assassin of Gustavus king of Sweden, was lodging in the house of a Mr. Wood, the keeper of a small inn and coffee house, near the Haymarket. During the popularity of the tragedy of Gustavus, some gentlemen were dining at this house, and speaking of Mr. Phillips in his performance of Ankerstrom, the host remarked: "I' knew the fellow (Ankerstrom) forty years ago-why he was nothing better than a bad one. He owes me at this moment, fifteen pounds for board and lodging in this very house, where he lived, and never paid a single sixpence." Here is a man, whose single arm cut short the existence of a mighty monarch, and altered the destinies of a nation; whose deeds have been celebrated in verse-whose crimes have been set to music, and applauded in two capitals, and who, after all, turns out to have been a poor adventurer in a metropolis ringing at that time with his applause as a heroa miserable debtor for gin and water! Had the landlord been hard-hearted enough to have arrested his debtor, the regicide and the monarch might have lived to this hour, for the murder took place a very short time after Ankerstrom's return from England, and thus the fate of Europe turned on the good nature of an obscure individual, who keeps a coffee-house near the Hay

market!

THE THREE GLASSES OF LEMONADE.

The Marquis de Bropet once passed through Metz, going to join his regiment. He entered a cafè which was generally frequented by officers. These gentlemen, displeased at seeing a man not in uniform among them, resolved on annoying him. The Marquis called for a glass of lemonade. It was broughtone of the officers upset it. A second was called for-brought and upset. A third shared the same fate. The traveller now rose, "Gentlemen," said he, short reckonings make long friendships. I have to pay for three glasses of lemonade, in return for which, I must have the lives of three of you. My name is the Marquis de Bropet-there is my card and route." At this the party felt silly and sorry that they had insulted a comrade, but they were obliged to go out with him. Three of them, one after another, fell beneath his arm. The Marquis then wiped his sword-bowed to the other officers, and continued his route.

LONDON:

Published by Effingham Wilson, Junior, 16, King William Street, London Bridge Where communications for the Editor (post-paid) will be received.

[Printed by Manning and Smithson, Ivy-lane,]

OF FICTION, POETRY, HISTORY, AND GENERAL LITERATURE. SATURDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1836.

No. 121.

Price Two-pence.

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MANY years since there lived in Bologna a student, beloved by every one, whose name was Andreolo. His father was dead, and he an only son. One afternoon, during the Carnival, after having played his gambols through the city in quaint and fantastic disguise, he loitered about his door-way with his mask dangling from his hand, in company with his mother and two or three ladies of her acquaintance. There, according to the custom of the place, the ladies sat on chairs, while their gallants offered them sweetmeats, and while the show of maskers and nobles in their grand accoutrements passed before them. As the crowd decreased, three or four voices cried out at once, "See! here is Andreolo!"-and he was presently surrounded by several fellow-students, who, after the usual compliments to the ladies, asked how he intended to pass the evening, proposing to take him to a private

ball, given by a widow in the neighbourhood. The mother answered, in his stead, with "For this once I would rather he remained with me; he has had pleasure enough for one day; and I fear those assemblies, miscalled private, where any one may be introduced."

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Nay, nay, my dear Signora," they all exclaimed, "he will be in good hands; nobody will be admitted but those we know; and to quiet your fears, we promise to accompany him to his house before midnight. We'll paint and mask ourselves, and soon be back again-he, we see, is prepared,-for that dress and mask will serve quite well enough."

Andreolo also joined his entreaties, so that the mother consented, saying, "I did not object in distrust of my son, for I know him well; besides, I believe I can confide in his young friends, and in their promise. The only fear I entertained, arose from my ignorance of the rest of the party. However, for this evening, gentlemen, he is your companion, on your own conditions."

In a short time the students returned, when, together with Andreolo, off they

bounded to the widow's house. There they found many fair ladies, married and unmarried, headed by the lady of the entertainment, in a remarkable new cap; -everybody looked at it, for it enforced a sort of admiration; and then everybody began to choose a partner for the dance. As they were masked, a thousand pleasant mistakes occurred; but when the dance had lasted for a short while, the masks were thrown aside, and then many a laugh and many an unexpected nod of recognition took place. They were, in fact, more or less, all acquaintances; and it was impossible for any company to be more happy together.

Within an hour of midnight some Bolognese youths, masking about the city, chanced to pass near the house, when, hearing the inviting sounds of a harpsichord and fiddle, they resolved, taking advantage of the freedom of a Carnival, to join so merry a party. Accordingly they knocked, and bawled out in a loud—“Holla! and let good friends partake of your enjoyments!" One of the students opened a window to reconnoitre; and then, turning to the mistress of the house, he said, "They appear to be a set of sprightly lads; shall I pull the door-string?

She of the uncommon cap, protested that nothing would give her greater pleasure, especially as the ladies in the company were at present nearly double the number of the gentlemen, and therefore a few more gallants would no doubt prove agreeable. Upon this, every one resumed his mask, not to meet the new guests at a disadvantage; and no sooner had the string pulled up the door-latch, than in rushed as many as fifteen or sixteen. As they entered the room, one among them held his mask in his hand, which occasioned a slight exclamation of surprise at the sight of him, from two or three of his own party, and this was followed by some low and earnest whispers. Imme diately he perceived he was the only one whose face was uncovered, he put on his mask, and, advancing to the hostess, paid a handsome compliment both to herself and in favour of the company. The ease of his address quickly distin. guished him from the others with whom he had entered the house; as, from their manner, they were conjectured to be apprentices and shop-keepers. For awhile they entertained the company with odd buffooneries, which were well received, as adding to the mirth of the evening. Presently they sought for

or some un

partners in the dance, when either some improper expression, becoming action, induced one of the students to interfere. This was resented by several; but being coolly and distinctly told that they must either quit the house or conduct themselves with decency, they forbore for the time to give further offence. Scarcely, however, had the dance recommenced, when something occurred of so unpardonable a nature, that the students insisted on the offenders quitting the room immediately. In an instant all was in an uproar. The new guests resisted the command with hoots and hisses; and several of them added insult upon insult towards the ladies. They drew their swords and stilettos in defiance; and the students, also unsheathing their arms, determined to drive every one of them out of the house, while the ladies ran screaming to the further end of the room. In the opposite party there was such evident want of skill in the management of their weapons, and a still greater want of courage, though they were the more numerous, that the students expelled them without much difficulty from the room, then down the staircase, and beyond the house-door. Though considerable confusion took place during this fray, still no one imagined it possible that any of the flying party could have received more than a slight wound; yet, on their return from the door, they found to their horror one of them lying dead, stabbed to the heart, at the bottom of the stairs,-the same who had entered the room unmasked, and whom they now recognised as a young gentleman of Bologna.

So mournful a conclusion to a night's revelry struck painfully on their hearts. All the students grew fearfully pale, and they spoke little, and conducted the ladies, sighing and shedding piteous tears, to their homes, and then they sought their own. Andreolo found his mother anxious and alarmed, for she had heard the noise, the widow's house being but a few doors off. As soon as he entered, seeing the life-blood had left his cheeks, she was first assured he was not hurt; and then, having listened to his story, she thanked her God that he was innocent.

A fortnight passed-no one talked of the affair-no steps appeared to be taken for inquiry. The Courts of Justice, as usual in Italy, moved on in their course slowly and secretly. But at the end of that period, as Andreolo was passing through the great square, his path was

crossed by an old gentleman, who gazed earnestly in his face, and, in a low voice, bade him follow. Without a moment's hesitation he looked an assent, partly from curiosity, and partly because the features of the person who addressed him were familiar to him, though his memory could not reach his name. After being cautiously led into a by-lane, the stranger addressed him thus, pressing him kindly by the hand: "I knew your father well. I entreat you, for the sake of his memory, and all that is dear to you, to leave Bologna before sun-set. You may have heard of me-I am an advocatemy name is Castellano.

The governor of the citadel has, within this last half hour, signed an order to arrest you for a murder committed in the house of Signora Torgina."

Andreolo answered, in astonishment, that he was no more guilty of that murder than the house in which it was committed; that he would not give, either to his friends or enemies, a suspicion against himself by so precipitous a flight; and that he would not consent to run away until the Signora's house itself set him the example; for then," he added with a smile, "I shall believe myself an accomplice in the crime, as I acknowledge I was within its doors on that unlucky evening.'

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"Young man!" returned the Advocate, "I speak not to you on light information, nor can I bear, for the love I once bore your father, to have you treat my kindness slightingly. The evidence is strong against you. Beware! I would not, my dear boy, that you should suffer for a heedless brawl, where you may never have had a thought of evil. But I know the laws, and as a sudden preparation on your part may be noticed, I will take upon myself the charge of procuring horses for you. Only let us settle every thing now, as in a few hours it may be too late-even for the most powerful in the city to save you."

may your judges be convinced of your innocence, as I already am!"

On the following day while walking in the city, he found himself surrounded by four officers of justice, who seized on him, and led him to prison. Within an hour he was formally arraigned for murder, when, in answer to their questions, he gave the fullest account in his power, of every thing that had happened. At the end of the examination he was remanded back to prison, and warned to prepare himself with a more efficient confession within four-and-twenty hours; as the second examination in no way differed from the first, two witnesses were brought forward. They were brothers, poor workmen, residing in the outskirts of the town, and earning their livelihood as weavers of taffeta. Being demanded what they knew concerning the murder of Alfonso, they swore, and in the most positive and circumstantial manner, that they saw Andreolo follow him down the stairs, and there stab him apparently in a spirit of revenge for some previous injury. The judge then inquired of the prisoner if he was willing to confess that, a few days' before the murder, he had been in a crowd at the boxing-ring, when Signor Alfonso made use of some opprobrious words towards him, threatening to chastise him for insolence. To this the prisoner replied, that he well recollected having, in the crowd, being spoken to in that manner; but knowing the offence had been committed by another, and not by himself, he scarcely thought it necessary to reply; and that the confusion at the time was so great, he could not even discover who it was that addressed him with such abuse, and never till that moment imagined it was Signor Alfonso. Nothing, according to the Judge's opinion, could be more artful and evasive than this answer. He then commented on the fact of the deceased's having entered the room unmasked, which might and (he thought) did inflame the vindictive disposition of the prisoner, he

It is not generally known that Italians, up to the beginning of the last century, were famous for their boxing matches. They fought, twenty or thirty on a side, and the victory was gained when one party had driven the other off the ground. Gentile Sermini has left us a lively

The youth thanked him warmly for his friendly care, and for his offer of assistance. He then related all the circumstances, as far as he was acquainted with them, respecting that unfortunate affair, and concluded with again declaring his determination to remain in Bologna, and in no way whatever to avoid any legal inquiry on the subject. As he spoke, Castellano watched the expression of his countenance with a steadfast eye, and immediately afterwards exclaimed," In God's name, stay!Stand firmly before your accusers, and is self-debasement.

and curious account of these combats, under the title of "Il ginoco delle pugna." Those of the present "Fancy" may call the Greek gauntlet, of bull's hide armed with lead, a brutality, and the Italian boxing-match mere child's play. Let it be so a nation's self flattery cannot do great harm; the danger, in nations as in individuals,

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