one by which it had been succeeded, and have confounded the vision with the reality; but he could not arrive at such a conclusion; on the contrary, the more he awakened himself, the more clearly he identified the formidable apparition, and then he further felt the incontestable effects of it, those he had so distinctly seen in his sleep. At last, well convinced of the position in which he found himself, he began to consider how he might make the best of the bargain so rashly struck, and a sudden and delirious thought, a thought emanating from the left side of his brain and heart,-of the nun,that thought appeared to him irresistible. He arose to obey it, when Alienor gaily entered the saloon and ran to throw herself into his arms."

"Already risen, so soon up, Eloi? I thought to have found thee still a sleeper, thou art not so matinal ordinarily, Gracious heavens! how your cheek burns, the left cheek only-and thine heart beats again mine at a rate that troubles me sorely. Thou hast a fever! Thine hand?-thy pulse is calm, how

ever.

And now the other? what dreadful disorder is here! Let us summon Maître Coictier. Oh! my Eloi !"

While she was thus lavishing upon him the tenderest caresses and the most lively expressions of solicitude, he sought to withdraw himself from her embrace; and at length thrust her aside without making any reply, and quitted the house. One may imagine the depth of her despondency, she, who until that moment had been in sole possession of Eloi's love, of all the affection he had ever been capable of shewing. One idea alone, one horrible idea perpetually presented itself to her-that he had become insane. And then she found her own reason leave her at the very thought; she examined every corner of the chamber, peering into every nook and recess, without having any particular object for which she was in search; and afterwards summoned the domestics to overwhelm them with interrogations. She learned that Eloi had passed the night in the saloon; the two wax tapers wholly consumed attested the fact. And then she thought the truth revealed itself to her. She doubted no longer that he had toiled until day-break to procure some small resources, and had hastened forth as soon as morning came, for the purpose of disposing of his nocturnal labours. And then her tears flowed afresh awhile, but she dried them soon, and drew forth from her ceinture, two or three gold carolus, the produce of the

She would

sale of a few small trinkets. too bring her part to the little treasure derived from labour, which they would be sure of amassing whilst leading an obscure and happy life. She rejoiced in its very anticipation.

During all this time what was Eloi doing? Whilst Alienor created for herself such smiling pictures of a future which should be all in all to her, there was he under the porch of the church Saint Paul, waiting for the nun, not certainly in a state of calm beatitude, but a prey to all the anguish of an intolerable agitation. He loved Alienor, with a calm, but yet a deep and far reaching affection. His passion for the nun was violent, sudden, but indestructtible; he felt it so more especially since the scene of the preceding night. The attraction of the one was of a gentle and winning character-of the other, wild and maddening. It was, morally, the punishment of being drawn and quartered, a terrible manifestation of the hidden tortures of a man undecided and irresolute in the great circumstances of life. And what state of irresolution could be more complete than that of Eloi? Brain, heart, all of sensation, thought, mind, intelligence, divided in halves, an exact moiety! Two opposing principles, possessing equal powers; two armies in presence of one another, of the same strength! What a strife! What a field of battle!

How vital was the struggle. He thus accurately figured to himself the miserable condition in which he had placed himself by a terrible vow, as instantly heard as expressed, when on a sudden he forgot every thing. The nun was near him.

"Monseigneur, have you not still some pretty missal, or golden cross left, to bestow upon me for the love of heaven?"

"All, my pretty Agnès, all shall be thine!" replied he, taking her hand.

"Oh! monseigneur ! and she trembled violently, "Monseigneur, hold me not thus, glare not upon me so fiercely; your fingers burn me, your looks render me distracted."

"Thine have wrought far greater torments within me, gentle Agnès !"

"For mercy's sake, fix not your eyes so horribly, this one more especially. I follow thee, I follow thee."

And of a verity she did follow him, without further thought of the convent, the prioress, or her vows; she was subdued by some irresistible influence, and walked behind him like a banded lamb. [Concluded at page 37].

SECOND DAY'S DRILL.

Riding-master.-Where is Cornet Waddle, this morning, Corporal Lash, that he is not present with the drill? Oh, yonder, I see him coming. Good morning, Cornet Waddle; none the worse for your falls, I hope.

Cornet. Rather dilapidated, and out of sorts.

Riding-master.-What is the matter,

sir?

Cornet. Why, sir, in the first place, I have two black eyes, lacerated shins, broken nose, scratched face, and hipped beside; laughed at by the ladies, quizzed by the officers, and jeered at by the soldiers. Do you know, sir, that a rascal in the awkward squad had the impudence to say to his comrade as I passed, "Bill, smoke his nose; twig his black eyes!" It's what I call a confounded bore.

Riding-master.-Poh, poh, sir! these are but trifles to what you may expect in the army; soldiers are, sir, untaught and unsophisticated beings, and whenever you should have a broken neck -nose, I meant-make an eschelon movement, and get out of the way. Corporal Lash, what nag have you got for Cornet Waddle to-day?

Corporal.-Billy Bounce. Riding-master.-Oh, the horse that broke Cornet Barrato's neck!

Corporal. The same, sir.

Cornet. Much obliged to you, corporal, for your attention to my welfare, and shall remember you.

Corporal.-Thank you, sir. Good horse for anything, sir. Cornet. Yes, so I have just heard; leg or neck suppose is all the same to him? Corporal. The latter, sir, I believe he excels in.

Cornet. I had rather not ride him for a day or two.

Riding-master.-Oh, certainly not! Bring in Antelope.

Corporal.-What, kicking Antelope,

sir?

Riding-master.-No, Antelope, the

man-eater.

Cornet. The man-eater! Riding-master. Yes, sir; he has been so christened from having thrown Cornet Blackwhite, and then, sir, began to eat him.

Cornet.-Preposterous, indeed! If, sir, I may be permitted to have the choice of my own death, I would rather

have my precious neck broken rather than be eaten alive.

Riding-master.-Certainly,

sir; but pray decide; we cannot keep the ride waiting for these trifling matters, sir. Bring in Billy Bounce.

Corporal. He is here.

Cornet. What, that great brute! I shall never reach the summit of his back; bring in a ladder, corporal. Riding-master. - Give him a leg, Corporal Screw.

Cornet.-Easy, corporal, what the deuce do you think you have got hold of. Riding-master. Well done, Cornet Waddle! Don't touch his sides, or he will have you down before you can say O. Let go the mane, Cornet Waddle, and heads up. Cornet Shins, what are you laughing at, sir! No laughing while in the ranks, sir. What, hold of the mane again, Cornet Waddle? Steady, sir; not even an eye let to move. What the deuce, Cornet Screw, are you looking behind you for? Now, gentlemen, at the word march, press the legs smartly against the horse's sides, keeping them well in hand. March! halt! Cornet Waddle, keep his head up, sir.

Cornet. I wish somebody would keep his heels down.

Riding-master. I wish that horse would leave off kicking.

Cornet. So do I, indeed; this is what I call perpetual motion."

Riding-master.-Never mind him, sir, he will soon get tired of it; faster! Now, gentlemen, we will try a trot. Trot! faster! Bravo, Cornet Thingumbob! Who is that cornet? what is his name?

Corporal.-Skinner, sir.

Riding-master.-Cornet Skinner, bend the small of the back a little; not that way, sir; very well. Gallop! faster ; faster! Now, gentlemen, mind how you form up into line. Front form, halt! Why, sir, you will have your brains kicked out; get him round.

Cornet. I might as well move the riding-school.

Riding-master.-Put your spurs into his sides, and he will soon move; hold his head up. What, off, sir.

Cornet. It looks mightily like it. Riding-master. Never mind, sir; when I was learning to ride, I did not mind a hundred falls a day.

Cornet. But I am heartily sick of one; besides, I have lost the heel of my boot, and spur, and my shin is very much cut.

Riding-master.-Never mind, sir; plenty in the store-room; a dozen falls more, sir, will make it neck or nothing whether you ever make a good horseman or not. Come, sir, mount again. Cornet Shins, if you don't leave off grinning, you shall have a spell upon the same horse.

Cornet Waddle.-Do, pray, let him, sir; he's always boasting of his riding. Riding - master. Coporal Screw, mount Cornet Shins on Bouncing Bess, and give Cornet Waddle Runaway Kate. Cornet Waddle.-Thank you, sir. Riding-master.-Now, mind, keep her well in hand. If she once breaks from you, you won't stop her. Faster --faster! Canter-steady, gentlemen -faster-gallop-throw the body well back. Cornet Waddle, keep her in hand -faster! Halt-halt! there, I told you she would be off with you-let go the mane-balt! Never mind a little blood, soldiers often bleed; wipe your face, sir, and at it again; these are but minor considerations in the army. If your neck was broken you might be downhearted. Never mind a few scratches. If you mind these little penalties, the sooner you countermarch, and make a retrograde movement toward home, the better. You can now leave the army with credit; but if you once embark in the great field of gigantic war, and mind being blown up in the elements, and then falling on pikes and bayonets, you will be but a poor fellow.

Cornet. Elements, pikes, bayonets! Why, what do you mean? Riding-master. Mean, sir! That you must not mind a few ups and downs; therefore mount yonder white nag; you will find him all life, and he will cut many capers. I don't know a finer horse to learn to ride; he has killed some few aspirants, but he has turned out some of the best dragoons in the service. Waddle, you look for all the world like some poor fellow frozen to death; a leg here, and an arm there. Turn in your toes, sir. Now, sir, you are a fit subject for an artist-majestic and noble; you will do, sir, with a little attention, and a little more courage. March-trot-gallop! Bravo! bravo!

Waddle.-No, sir, it was the fault of the horse; you may as well ride the limb of a weaver; he goes from side to side, as if by mechanism, and his mouth is as hard as a rock.

Riding-master.-Good nag for prac

tice. Come, gentlemen, mount once more, and we will then go home. Steady, steady! We will now charge. Recollect, Cornet Waddle, forming two deep, you are the right-hand man of the rear rank, and in your telling off, right by threes. Gallop-front form two deep. Bless me, Cornet Waddle, do be more attentive!

Waddle.-O dear, O dear!
Riding-master.What is the matter,

sir?

Waddle. My shin is broken, all the buttons are torn off my leathers, one of my spurs is gone, and I have lost my

cap.

Riding-master.-The effects of inattention, sir; sheer neglect of instructions; I must really send you back to the goose-step again. Put your horse round or you will be killed.

Waddle. I might as well endeavour to move St. Paul's.

Riding-master,What, off again, sir. Are you hurt?

Waddle. No, sir, I begin to get into a systematic way of falling without hurting myself; but my head is going round like a windmill.

Riding-master.-Repose a little, and that will go off.

Waddle.-What on the ground, sir? Riding-master. Yes, sir; many a better man has reposed on the cold earth, and some have made the earth their last pillow. Despise not the arid sun as thy bed, nor the flinty rock as thy pillow: it is the soldier's grand and universal bed of war. Why, what are you blubbering about, sir.

Waddle.-You touched a chord that vibrates a sound in my ear that is most heart-rending. It was my father's last earthly pillow.

Riding-master.-Come, sir, no more of this. Corporal Screw, we will break up for to-day, and begin a new move

ment to-morrow.

THIS horrid practice was carried to its greatest possible excess in the reigns of James the I. and the two Charles's. In the reign of the latter Charles, the seconds always fought as well as the principals; and as they were chosen for their skill and adroitness, their combats were generally the most fatal. Lord Howard of Carlisle, in this reign, gave a grand fête-champêtre at Spring Gardens, near the village of Charing, the Vauxhall of the day. This fête was to facilitate the intrigue between Lord Howard and the profligate Duchess of Shrewsbury; but the gay and insinuating Sidney flirted with the Duchess, abstracted her attention from Howard, and ridiculed the fête. The next day his Lordship sent a challenge to Sidney, who chose as his second a tall, furious, adroit swordsman, named Dillon. Howard selected a young gentleman named Raw lings, just come into possession of an estate of 10,000l. a year. Sidney was wounded in two or three places, while his second was run through the heart and left dead upon the field. The Duke of Shrewsbury became afterwards so irritated, as to challenge the infamous Buckingham for intriguing with his wife. The Duchess of Shrewsbury, in the disguise of a young page, attended Buckingham to the field, and held his horse whilst he fought and killed her husband. The profligate king, in spite of every remonstrance from the queen, received the Duke of Buckingham with open arms, after this brutal murder.

About thirty years ago, there was a duelling society held in Charlston, South Carolina, where each "gentleman" took precedence according to the numbers he had killed or wounded in duels. The president and deputy had killed many. It happened that an old weather-beaten lieutenant of the English navy arrived at Charlston, to see after some property which had devolved upon him in right of a Charlston lady whom he had married; and on going into a coffee-house, engaged in conversation with a native, whose insults against England were resented, and the English lieutenant received a challenge. As soon as the affair was known, some gentlemen waited on the stranger to inform him, that the man who had called him out was a professed duellist-a dead shot-the president of the duellist's club. They added that the

society and all its members, though the wealthiest people of the place, were con sidered so infamous by the really respectable inhabitants, that he would not be held in disesteem for not meeting the challenger. The lieutenant replied that he was not afraid of any duellist; be had accepted the challenge, and would meet his man. They accordingly did meet, and, at the first fire, the lieutenant wounded his antagonist mortally. In great agony and conscience-stricken, he invoked the aid of several divines, and calling the duellist society to his bedside, lectured them upon the atrocity of their conduct, and begged, as his dying request, that the society might be broken up. The death of this ruffian suppressed a society which the country did not possess sufficient morals or spirit to subdue.

In Virginia, a Mr. Powell, a notorious duellist, purposely met and insulted an English traveller, for having said that the Virginians were of no use to the American Union, for that it required one half of the Virginians to keep the other half in order. The newspapers took it up as a national quarrel, and anticipated the meeting, without the magistracy having the decency, morals, or public spirit to interfere. The Englishman, therefore, got an American duellist as his second, went into training and practice, and met his adversary amidst a mob of many thousands assembled to witness the result. Mr. Powell was killed on the spot, and the Englishman remained unhurt.

The brother of General Delancey, the late barrack-master general, having high words with a "gentleman," in a coffeehouse at New York, the American instantly called for pistols, and insisted upon fighting in the public coffee-room across one of the tables. None of the gentlemen present interfered; they fought across the table, and the American, dishonourably firing before his time, the Englishman was shot dead upon the spot.

In 1763, the secretary of the English treasury, Mr. Martin, notoriously trained himself, as a duellist, for the avowed purpose of shooting Mr. Wilkes, whom he first insulted in the House of Commons, and afterwards wounded in the Park. This gave rise to Churchill's poem of "The Duellist.' The House of Commons ordered his Majesty's sergeantsurgeon, to attend Mr. Wilkes, and Mr. Martin was considered to have "done the state some service."

At that period, duels were frequent amongst clergymen. In 1764, the rev. Mr. Hill was killed in a duel by cornet Gardener, of the carabineers. The rev. Mr. Bate fought two duels, and was subsequently created a baronet, and preferred to a deanery after he had fought another duel. The rev. Mr. Allen killed a Mr. Delaney in a duel, in Hyde-park, without incurring any ecclesiastical censure; though Judge Buller, on account of his extremely bad conduct in the field, charged his guilt very strongly on the jury.

In 1765, occurred the celebrated duel between the uncle of the late Lord Byron and Mr. Chaworth, a notorious duellist. They quarrelled at a club dinner, at the Star and Garter, Pall-Mall, about game. Chaworth was a great game preserver, and Lord Byron had argued upon the cruelty and impolicy of the game laws. They agreed to fight in an adjoining room, by the light of a single candle. Lord Byron entered first, and, as Chaworth was shutting the door, turning his head round, he beheld Lord Byron's sword half undrawn. He immediately whipped his own weapon out, and, making a lunge at his lordship, ran it through his waistcoat, conceiving that his sword had gone through his body. Lord Byron, however, closed, and shortening his sword, stabbed Mr. Chaworth in the abdomen. The challenge had proceeded from Chaworth. Lord Byron read his defence in the house of peers, and was found guilty of manslaughter; but upon pleading the privi leges of his peerage, was discharged on paying his fees. He afterwards lead a recluse and misanthropical kind of life, and is supposed by his habits to have afforded his talented nephew many hints in the composition of his "Lara." The late Lord Byron's attachment to Miss Chaworth, and its result, are considered to have greatly affected his future morals, and to have thrown that shade over his character, which so deeply tinged his writings.

In Mr. Sheridan's duel with Mr. Mathews, on account of Miss Linley, the parties cut and slashed at each other, a la mode de theatre, until Mr. Mathews left part of his sword sticking in Sheridan's ear.

In 1772, a Mr. Maclean was challenged and killed by a Mr. Cameron ; and the mother of Mr. Maclean, on hearing of the shocking event, immediately lost her senses, whilst a Miss Macleod, who was to have been married to

In 1790, Captain Macræ fought and killed Sir George Ramsay, for refusing to dismiss an old and faithful servant, who had insulted Captain Macræ. Sir George urged, that even if the servant were guilty, he had been sufficiently punished by the cruel beating that the Captain had given him. As soon as the servant heard that his master had been killed on his account, he fell into strong convulsions, and died in a few hours. Captain Macræ fled, and was outlawed.

În 1797, Colonel Fitzgerald, a married man, eloped from Windsor with his cousin, the daughter of Lord Kingston. Colonel King, the brother, fought Colonel Fitzgerald, in Hyde-park. They fired six shots each, without effect, and the powder being exhausted, Colonel King called his opponent a villain, and they resolved to fight again the next day. They were, however, put under an arrest, when Colonel Fitzgerald had the audacity to follow Lord Kingston's family to Ireland, to obtain the object of his seduction from her parents. Colonel King hearing of this, repaired to the inn at which Colonel Fitzgerald lodged. He had, however, locked himself in his room, and refused admission to Colonel King, who broke open the door, and running to a case of pistols, seized one and desired Colonel Fitzgerald to take the other. The parties grappled and were fighting, when Lord Kingston entered the room, and perceiving, from the position of the parties, that his son must lose his life, unhesitatingly shot Fitzgerald dead upon the spot.

In 1803, a very singular duel took place in Hyde park, between a Lieut.