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site wall, between the portraits of General Wash- | away, she cast one glance towards the window of ington and Mr. Pitt. I was perfectly enchanted the Inn; it was quite deserted. I neither stirred with my good mien. I was cut and curled in the nor spoke, but I saw from her brightened color shie most becoming manner."
was aware who stood beside her. She held a Here my wife laughed aloud; my friend, too, sinall nosegay in her hand. She began to pull to smiled; but I took no notice of their interruption. pieces the powers which composed it, and she
“The Inn stood back from the street, in a large scattered the leaves upon the pavement. I stoopcourtyard, the projecting walls of which, on each cd to gather them. A carriage was in waiting at side, prevented any view beyond. Across this the end of the street; it drew up as the party ap. courtyard numbers of people were constantly pass- proached. A footman opened the door, and let ing. "I sat down at the open window of my parlor down the steps, and the recruiting officer handed to watch the various groups thusflitting before me. the ladies into it. He laid his arm upon the door, One, in particular, at once engaged my attention; and stood and talked for some minutes. It was it consisted of an elderly lady in grey, a child in a an open carriage; the young lady was leaning frock and trowsers, a young lady in white, with thoughtfully against one of the cushions. The pink upon her bonnet, and the captain of a recrui. officer talked longer; at length he bowed, and they ting company quartered in the town. He was drove away. I was standing before a druggiet's apparently saying something extremely amusing, shop, supporting myself on the brass-railing that for the young lady was laughing violently; and, protected it. As the carriage whirled rapidly pasi, looking up in her mirth, she threw on ine, as I I ventured one glance at the pink bonnet. She sat perched at my window, a pair of the most was still leaning back against the cushions, and beautiful black eyes I had ever then seen. I fan- the remains of the nosegay were beside her. As cy mine must have told her so, for she had not she passed, she extended the band, whiter than gone many steps before she raised those eyes snow, which held it, over the side of an open caragain. Again they met mine ; and this time, we riage, pressed it for an instant to her breast, her both blushed. She withdrew hers quickly, and lips, and dropped it gently at my feet. I started turned to the recruiting officer: he bowed as in the forward to receive the precious gift-" act of speaking. The lady in grey appeared to “Oh! don't believe him," cried my wife, interjoin the conversation, and they all walked leisure- rupting me: “it is all a romance; it is indeed, I ly on towards the projecting wall. Will she look never looked - I never meant-1up again? I pushed my well-curled head out of I interrupted her in my turn, and seizing the the window, she held hers, I thought, resolutely hand she extended in the energy of the moment, I down. I followed them with my eyes, as they pressed it, as she had done the nosegay she gave stepped along across the pavement. They reach- me. ed the wall. The little child ran quickly out of sight. The lady in grey was half concealed. The young lady turned to reply to some gallantry of
Curiosity and Cupid. the recruiting officer, and once more her eyes BY CHARLES DIBDIN, THE YOUNGER. were fixed on mine. In another moment she was gone. I drew my head in hastily, flung my hands Curiosity, simple and young, before my face, to exclude all light; and again, in Went carelessly singing one day; fancy, those beautiful eyes beamed brightly upon
A boy from a myrtle grove sprung, me. After a few minutes I looked up. Crowds of Who look'd like the brother of May. gay passengers still moved on the pavement below, and talked, and laughed, and looked, as they pass- “ Ah! where pretty urchin," said she, ed me. Will she come again? I took out my “With arch-looking eyes, do you rove?" watch: it was only three o'clock. Again I glan- “0, dear, preity miss,” replied he, ced at the projecting wall, and I followed eagerly, “ 'Tis a secret as pleasing as Love." each succeeding group, as they emerged from behind it. Many a voice deceived me as it approach. Curiosity would with him hie, ed. Many a party turned the corner to disappoint
His secret to win by the way; me. Four o'clock: she will not come. I rose A small golden toy caught her eye, from the window in despair. As I stood, the sound Conceal'd in his bosom that lay. of a voice I had heard before arrested my attention. There was a laugh, and a stamp, and a She said, “ What is that, like a dart, jingling noise, and the end of a sword-scabbard You fear from your bosom to move ?" pointed out beyond the wall. Did he come alone ? Said he,“ 'Tis a charm for the heartThe little child ran forward ; the lady in grey put A secret as pleasing as Love." out a foot; and again the eyes from the pink bonnet sought the window. We blusheà crimson. Curiosity came, as they went, The young lady turned to her never-failing re- To where a fair youth lay asleep; source, the recruiting officer. I darted forward, Said the boy, “To this bower I was sent"seized my hat, rushed down stairs, and followed Of course the nymph would have a peep. her. They had reached the hair-dresser's shop, and they had stepped before it to examine some That instant her guide drew the dart, of his curiosities. The lady in grey took the little • My secrets," he cried, “you would prove; child by the hand, and walked on. The young And (while laughing, he aim'd at her heari,) lady prepared to follow her ; but as she moved You'll find them as teasing as Love."
to become a murderer, and necessity compelled It is a mistaken notion that the feelings of chil- the rich man to be murdered. But trace any cause dren are not as acute as those of adults. "In many up to its effect, and the result will be the same. instances they are more so; a child of much sen- Fate is omnipotent, and inclination is its slave. sibility suffers more than a man, because the lat
The Waltz. ter, from intercourse with the world, from the influence of religion or philosophy, is rendered less As many of the retired matrons of this city, unsensitive or better able to keep his feelings under skilful in 'gestic lore,' are doubtless ignorant of proper control; but the child, in the naked inno- the movements and figures of this modest exhibicence of nature, influenced only by its sympa. tion, I will endeavor to give some account of it in thies and impulses, and ignorant of the world and order that they may learn what odd capers their of its learning, receives impressions of pain or daughters sometimes cut when from under their pleasure so readily, that time frequently finds it guardian wings. On a signal being given by the difficult to erase them. The pleasures of child music, the gentleman seizes the lady round her hood are rapturous enjoyments-ecstacies-felici. waist; the lady, scorning to be outdone in courties: heaven appears to shine upon its joys with tesy, very politely takes the gentleman rourd the most radiant light. Kindness, gentleness, and neck with one arm resting against his shoulder to love, are the ingredients of the atmosphere it prevent encroachments. Away then they go, breathes. Its griefs are sorrowful pains--mise about and about About what, sir? About the ries-agonies; the shadows of despair appear to room, madam, to be sure. The whole economy shroud them in impenetrable darkness; unkind of this dance consists in turning round and round ness, disappointment, and regret, create the the room in a certain measured step, and it is truly wretchedness of its existence. The child is in- astonishing that this continued revolution does not fluenced by the philosophy of the heart, not of the set all their heads swimming like a top; but I have mind; and the former encourages the growth of been positively assured that it only occasions a those feelings, which, until worldly knowledge, gentle sensation which is marvellously agreeable. with all its selfishness, has taken possession of its
In the course of this circumnavigation, the dannature, occasion his peculiar sensibility.
cers, in order to give the charm of variety, are
continually changing their relative situationsBrute Strength.
now the gentleman, meaning no harm in the
world, I assure you, madam, carelessly flings his What constituted the superiority of the great arm about the lady's neck, with an air of celestial heroes of antiquity,-and, I may say, the most impudence; and anon, the lady, meaning as little heroic men of all times? Discover it-scrutinize harm as the gentleman, takes him round the waist i-analize it:—it's mere brule strength! What with most ingenious, modest languishment, to the made those great men great? Take them all, great delight of numerous spectators and amateurs, from Hercules-or, if you place no credit in his who generally form a ring, as the mob do about a fame, from Samson, whose feats are equally in. pair of amazons pulling caps, or a couple of mascredible-down to Shaw, the Life-guardsman:- tiffs. After continuing this divine interchange of 'tis nothing but mere brute strength. Well, ha- hands, arms, et cetera, for half an hour or so, the ving considered man in his physical condition, let lady begins to tire, “and with eyes up-raised,' in us inquire into his moral siate. First of all, it is most be witching langour, petitions her partner for easily proved that he is not a free agent; his own a little more support. This is almost given with. reason tells him that certain actions are destruc-out hesitation. The lady leans genuy on bis tive of his own happiness, and injurious to the shoulder; their arms entwine in a thousand seduwelfare of the coinmunity: yet he commits those cing mischievous curves-don't be alarmed, inaactions, and the world calls them crimes : he feels dam-closer and closer they approach each other, that there is an overpowering necessity at work and in conclusion, the parties being overcoine that impels him to act; he acts accordingly, and with ecstatic fatigue, the lady seems almost sinkthat act is either criminal in itself, or leads to ing into the gentleman's arms, and then crime. Nothing he does proceeds from his will: Well, sir, what then?' Lord! madam, how all his actions are the result of necessity. I will should I know ?-Washington Irving. prove this:-a rich man travels along a road, behind him is a poor man; the poor man thinks
Excuse for Sadness. that, if he had the rich man's wealth he should be free from hunger and poverty. He cannot resist CHIDE not, beloved, if oft with Thee such thoughts: he sees the rich man in a lonely I feel not rapture wholly ; place, secure from every kind of observation, and For aye, the heart that's fill'd with love, he feels convinced that he could easily deprive Runs o'er in melancholy. him of his wealth: he cannot help feeling that conviction. The poor man robs the rich man : he
To streams that glide in noon, the shade is obliged to do so. The poor man then thinks
From summer skies is given ; that he should be more secure from punishment
So, if my breast reflects the cloud, if the rich man was dead; or, the rich man strug.
'Tis but the cloud of Heaven! gles to preserve his property, and the poor man, Thine image glass'd within my soul to obtain it, makes use of violence. The poor So well the mirror keepeth, man murders the rich man, and buries the body That, chide me not, if with the light in the earth. Necessity compelled the poor man
The shadow also sleepeth.-Bulucer.
He sleeps upon the rock:
“The child of destiny”-the heir of fame!
Whose whisper was a shock:
Prostrating Kingdoms- thou shouldst have his The things which have been, but which now are
They yet may be thy signal-Europe watch thy Though night is o'er them cast,
thrones! Yet it is well that all is not forgot! In the long line of Empire's onward tread,
Spain, who can weep for thee !
The guerilla's free,
All others slaves, where Palafox was true! -
Beautiful clime, thy curse is Priesthood's hand,
A living leprosy, spread round the land !
Turn to the rocky steep,
And will when we're asleep-
Turn to the hour, when nation's had their birth, For there was genius in its loftiest mould:
Where Nature rises in her loftiest pride,
As if to be the home, where Freedom should reside. The spirits of earth's chosen were not sold,
Where cloud-capt mountain peaks arise, For ye were not corrupted ; such a state,
And broad and rapid rivers flow; May more than mock man's now too common fate.
Where beautiful are Autumn's skies,
And pure the evening West winds blow;
There is a land from sea to sea,
Home of the mighty and the free :
They fixed her empire and her home,
When England's monarch would have won thee,
To take from man what makes his worth,
To lead thee as a slave is led,
And made thee what thou art, fair Freedom's cho-
sen daughter ! The echo of two thousand years has tongue, And should your spirits shake!
The Bewildered Wife.
BY JOAN H. HEWETT, ESQ.
COME, take the gentle harp of sorrow,
I'll lean it on my beating breast,
Perhaps my lips may smile to-morrow,
And all my fears be lulld to rest.
Where yonder palm its leaf uncloses,
I'll strew for him the bed of roses, Betokening the storm-the thunder which is nigh! Of jessamnine I'll make his bower.
Come, then, my harp-still wrapt in sadness, * Rienzi-called the last of the Romans in the Death long hath clung around thy strings ! same sense in which, Philopæmon is called the Oh, breathe thy wonted notes of gladness, last of the Greeks.
And give my song celestial wings! + Silvio Pellico-author of Euphemio of Messi- The warlike theme with hurried numbers, na, and a very interesting history of his own life. When rolling thunders shake the spheres, Confined ten years, in un Austrian dungeon-a The love that lulls to gentle slumbers martyr to Freedom.
The heart, with all its doubts and fears