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their inmates, you would shortly not have recting my punishment. In return, I will subjects at large sufficient to guard those in venture to hope that, if hereafter any memconfinement.” “ He said that !” exclaimed ber of my family should be so unfortunato Francia, pausing for a moment. “ The as to incur your displeasure, you will parfool! The senseless, babbling idiot! I don him, remembering that you have alhave spared him so long, because I con-ready had one voluntary victim in the sidered him too weak an enemy to deserve unbappy JOAQUIM VILLARINO." more than contempt. And yet, not appreciating my clemency, he must talk ! The letter fell from the hands of the must express bis idle, worthless opinions dictator. An unwonted expression of reabout my state policy, and do his best to gret lingered for a moment on his harsh excite disaffection against me.
He shall countenance ; but it soon passed away, learn, and his associates shall take warning, and recovering himself, he observed, loud that I have yet faithful subjects enough to enough for the captain to hear bim, “The keep watch over all traitors. Begone, Sir poor fool must needs meddle with matters Priest!"
above his sphere; and finding that his imThe curate departed, and the little pertinence offends me, he sees fit to leap tinkling bell summoned a sentinel, whom into the river. Well, so be it! Perhaps Francia directed to call the Captain Or- he is right. He has saved me trouble.. begoso. In a few minutes the captain Sooner or later, it must have come to this. made his appearance-a ruffianly-looking No government can endure the officions insoldier, with immense whiskers and mus- terference of unqualified subjects, and it is taches, and dressed in a blue uniform, with necessary,” he continued, looking steadily red facings, a blue sash, and epaulets. He at the officer, who quailed beneath his held in his band a letter, which the dicta- glance,
it by any means whattor instantly remarked.
soever. Orbegoso, you will take with you “Ah! A petition from my children-twenty dragoons, and proceed to the house my soldiers ?” he inquired.
of Don Enrique Gonsalez: arrest him in“ No, your excellency; it is a letter stantly; drag him, if need be, out of his which was found on the table of poor bed ; convey him to the prison in your Villarino. They have just brought his barracks; have him heavily fettered, and body home from the river.”
place him in the dungeon heretofore occu" What' drowned ?” exclaimed Francia, pied by Pedro Garcia, who died this astonished ; and snatching the letter, he morning. There let him rot, as a warning tore it open, and read as follows: to all impertinent babblers who cannot
restrain their tongues from wagging on forbidden subjects. Go!”
The officer made his obeisance, and
departed. The dictator, seating himself “ It is now two years since your excel- quietly at the table, lighted a cigar, and lency deigned to cast your eyes on me, and was soon absorbed in a book, utterly re- : consider my poor abilities worthy of your gardless of the misery which in a few short service. J appeal with confidence to your hours he had spread around him. excellency to attest the fidelity, the as- Some of our readers may share in the siduity with which I have devoted myself to doubt of poor Gonsalez—whether it can be the duties of my office. For a single possible that the bold, upright, incorinconsiderate observation, intended for the ruptible advocate described in the first of: benefit not less of your government than of these scenes, could have become the heartless our common country, I am driven from wily dictator, the suspicious tyrant, who your presence, and threatened with the has just been seen ruling a miserable same doom which has overtaken so many people through the agency of hireling worthier citizens before me. I understood troops, of degraded spies, of jailors and but too well the meaning of your excel- executioners, and all the customary aplency's last words. But the name of Villa- paratus of despotism. Those of them, rino shall never, through me, be sullied by however, who may have read the admirable the infamy of the banquillo or the state-“ Letters on Paraguay” by the Messrs. prison. I do but anticipate my fate, which Robertson, will be aware that all the imwas sure to overtake me. I spare you the portant incidents of the narrative are annoyance-may I say the pain ?-of di- strictly true; the only liberties here taken
TO HIS EXCELLENCY THE SUPREME
with them being in the minor details and de- the dungeon, the torture, the ignominious scriptive portions of the story. The dicta- death. Such, by the teaching of history, tor Francia is one of a long list of examples and the experience of all nations, is the which prove the baneful effect of arbitrary regular and inevitable sequence of results power on the possessor. Before he became which flow from the establishment of an irthe ruler of Paraguay, he was esteemed the responsible authority. No benevolence is only man in the country fitted to govern so hearty, no honesty so pure, no humility it-so high was the confidence in his sa- so lowly, as not to yield at last to the engacity, his firmness, and, above all, his grossing sway of the passion for dominaintegrity. Had he not been trusted with tion. It is therefore no exaggeration to say unlimited command, it is probable that he that the restraints of constitutional forms would have made a most excellent executive are, at least, quite as valuable to rulers as governor. But having once acquired a dic- to their subjects; for if the latter have to tatorial power, his unbounded pride and fear the injurious effects of arbitrary power ambition incited him to use every effort upon their external and temporal prosto retain it. Then followed a prætorian perity, the former have still more to dread soldiery, an all-pervading espionage, se- its subtle and lasting influence upon themvere exactions to supply a failing treasury selves. -rebellions, conspiracies, proscriptions
From Chambers's Journal.
A STORY OF APSLEY HOUSE.
One fine autumn day, in the year 1750, as | are but little--not near enough to keep our his majesty George II. was taking a ride in boy at school. Now, please your majesty, Hyde Park, his eye was attracted by the if you would have the goodness to give her figure of an old soldier, who was resting on the bit of waste ground outside the Park a bench placed at the foot of an old oak- gate, we could build a shed for her fruittree. The king, whose memory of faces stall, and it would be, 1 may say, like an was) remarkable, recognised him as a vete- estate to us.” ran who had fought bravely by his side in The good-natured monarch smiled, and some of his continental battles; and kindly said, “You shall have it, my friend. I accosting him, the old man, who was lame, wish all my subjects were as moderate in hobbled towards him.
their requests as you.'
He then rode on, “Well, my friend,” said the monarch, followed by the grateful blessings of his “it is now some years since we heard the faithful veteran. bullets whistle at the battle of Dettingen: In a few days a formal conveyance of the tell me what has befallen you since.” bit of ground to James Allen, his wife,
“ I was wounded in the leg, please your and their heirs for ever, was forwarded to majesty, and received my discharge, and a their humble dwelling. The desired shed pension, on which my wife and I are living, was speedily erected, and the good woman's and trying to bring up our only son." trade prospered beyond her expectations.
“ Are you comfortable? Is there any- Often, indeed, the king himself would stop thing you particularly wish for?"
at the Park gate to accost her, and taking “Please your majesty, if I might make an apple from her tempting store, deposit a bold to speak, there is one thing that would golden token in its place. She was thus make my wife, poor woman, as happy as a enabled to procure a good education for her queen, if she could only get it. Our son is son, who really possessed considerable taa clever boy, and as we are anxious to give lents. him a good education, we try every means
Years rolled on. George II. and the in our power to turn an honest penny; so veteran were both gathered to their fathers; my wife keeps an apple-stall outside the but Mrs. Allen still carried on her trade, Park gate, and on fine days, when she is hoping to lay up some money for her son, able to be out, she often sells a good deal. who was become a fine young
and had But sun and dust spoil the fruit, and rainy obtained a situation as head clerk in a large weather keeps her at home; so her profits, haberdashery establishment. He lived with
his mother in a neat, though humble dwell- then, with many tears, related the events of ing, a little way out of the city; and thi- the morning, and concluded by asking him ther he hoped soon to bring a fair young what they were to do. Edward paused. bride, the daughter of a Mr. Gray, a music “ And so,” said he at length," the Lord teacher, who resided near them. “ Sweet Chancellor has taken a fancy to my Lucy Gray!” as her lover was wont to call mother's ground, and her poor fruit-stall her, had given her consent, and the happy must come down to make room for his day was already fixed.
stately palace. Well, we shall see. Thank One morning, however, when Mrs. Allen God we live in free, happy England, where proceeded as usual to her place of merchan- the highest has no power to oppress the dise, she was startled to perceive the space lowest. Let his lordship build on: he around her fruit-stall filled with workmen cannot seize that which his sovereign besconveying stones, mortar, and all the im- towed on another. Let us rest quietly toplements necessary for commencing a night, and I feel certain that all will yet be building. Some were standing round the well.” shed, evidently preparing to demolish it. The following day Edward presented “ Come, old lady,” said one of the men, himself at the dwelling of the Lord Chan
move your things out of this as fast as cellor. “ Can I see his lordship ?” he inyou can, for we can do nothing until the quired of the grave official who answered: shed is down."
his summons. “ My shed !” she exclaimed ; " and who “My lord is engaged just now, and canhas given you authority to touch it ?” not be seen except on urgent business.”
"The Lord Chancellor," was the reply; “ My business is urgent,” replied the “ he has chosen this spot for a palace that young man; “ but I will await his lordhe is going to build, and which is intended ship's leisure.” to be somewhat grander than your fruit- And a long waiting he had. At length, stall. So look sharp about moving your after sitting in an anteroom for several property, for the shed must come down." hours, he was invited to enter the audience
Vain were the poor woman's tears and chamber. There, at a table covered with lamentations ; her repeated assertions that books and papers, sat Lord Apsley. He the late king had given her the ground for was a dignified-looking man, still in the her own, were treated with ridicule ; and prime of life, with a pleasant countenance at length she returned home, heart-sick and and quick penetrating eye. desponding
friend,” he said, “what can I do for Misfortunes, it is said, seldom come you?” alone. That evening Edward Allen en- “ Your lordship can do much,” replied tered his mother's dwelling wearing a coun- Edward ; “yet all I seek is justice. You tenance as dejected as her own. He threw have chosen, as the site for your new pahimself on a chair, and sighed deeply. lace, a piece of ground which his majesty “Oh, mother !” he said, “ I fear we are King George II. bestowed on my parents ruined : Mr. Elliot has failed for an im- and their heirs for ever; and since my mense sum ; there is an execution on his father's death, my mother has remained in house and goods, and I and all his clerks undisturbed possession. If your lordship are turned adrift
. Every penny we pos- will please to read this paper, you will see sessed was lodged in his bands, and now we that what I state is the fact.” shall lose it all. Besides, there have been Lord Apsley took the document, and pelately so many failures in the city, that rused it attentively. “ You are right, numbers of young men are seeking employ- young man,” he said ; “the ground is inment, and I'm sure I don't know where to deed secured to your family by the act of turn to look for it. I suppose,” he added, our late gracious sovereign. I took possestrying to smile, “ we shall have nothing to sion of it, believing it to be a waste spot, depend on but your little trade ; and I but I now find I must become the tenant of must give up the hope of marrying sweet your surviving parent. What does she Lucy Gray. It will be hard enough to see expect for it ?” you suffering from poverty without bringing That," said Edward, she is satisfied her to share it."
to leave to your lordship. We are confi“Oh, Edward,” said his mother, “what dent that the chief lawgiver of our country you tell me is bad enough ; but, my poor will do what is just and right." boy, I have still worse news for you." Shel
“ You shall not be disappointed, young
“ Well, my man,” replied the Chancellor. “I was of- garden filling a basket with the fruit of a fered a site for my palace, equally eligible, golden pippin-tree, which the old lady proat a yearly rent of four hundred pounds. nounced to be almost as fine as the apples That sum I will pay your mother, and have which his gracious majesty King George II. it properly secured to her heirs for ever." was wont to select from her stall at Hyde
Edward thanked his lordship, and res- Park Corner. pectfully withdrew.
And thus it came to pass that the stately Before a week had elapsed, his mother mansion of England's warrior-duke is subwas established in a neat and comfortable ject, at the present day, to a ground rent of dwelling in one of the suburbs; and ere four hundred pounds a year, payable to the two had gone by, sweet Lucy (no longer representatives of the old applewoman. Gray) might be seen in the sunny little
WORDSWORTH'S INSTALLATION ODE.
Time a checkered mantle wears; Some at least of our readers will be gratified to see the Ode written by the Poet Laureate on the oc
Earth awakes from wintry sleep; casion of the recent Installation of Prince Albert as
Again the tree a blossom bears, – Chancellor of the University of Cambridge—his
Cease, Britannia, cease to weep!
The Ode was performed in the Senate House to They tell that your future Queen is born!
SOPRANO SOLO AND CHORUS.
A Guardian Angel fluttered
Above the babe unseen ; For temples, towers, and thrones,
One word he softly utteredToo long insulted by the Spoiler's shock,
It named the future Queen : Indignant Europe cast
And a joyful cry through the island rang, Her stormy foe at last
As clear and bold as the trumpet's clang, To reap the whirlwind on a Lybian rock.
As bland as the reed of peace
“ Victoria be her name !" SOLO— Tenor.
For righteous triumphs are the base
Whereon Britannia rests her peaceful fame.
Time, in his mantle's sunniest fold,
And, while the fearless infant smiled,
Her happy destiny foretold :-
Infancy, by wisdom mild,
Trained to health and artless beauty ;
Youth, by pleasure unbeguiled
From the lore of lofty duty;
Womanhood in pure renown,
Seated on her lineal throne:
Leaves of myrtle in ber crown;
Fresh with lustre all their own,
Love, the treasure worth possessing
More than all the world beside,
This shall be her choicest blessing,
Oft to Royal hearts denied.”
Recit.—(Accompanied.)-Bass. A nation's hopes lie crushed in Claremont's de- That eve the Star of Brunswick shone, solate hall.
With steadfast ray benign,
On Gotha's ducal roof, and on
The softly flowing Leine; Nor failed to gild the spires of Bohn,
And glittered on the Rhine,Old Camus too on that prophetic night
Was conscious of the ray;
Not to the zephyr's sway,
Of this auspicious day;
CHORUS. This day, when Granta hails her chosen Lord
And proud of her award,
Confiding in that star serene, Welcomes the Consort of a bappy Queen.
AIR-Contralto. Prince, in these collegiate bowers, Where science, leagued with holier truth, Guards the sacred heart of youth, Solemn monitors are ours. These reverend aisles, these hallowed towers Raised by many a hand august, Are haunted by majestic powers, The memories of the wise and just, Who, faithful to a pious trust, Here in the founder's spirit sought To mould and stamp the ore of thought In that buld form and impress high, That best betoken patriot loyalty.
Not in vain those sages taught.True disciples, good as great, Have pondered here, their country's weal, Weighed the future by the past, Learned how social frames may last, And how a land may rule its fate By constancy inviolate, Though worlds to their foundations reel The sport of factious hate, or godless zeal.
Like that wise ancestor of thine
The trumpet of the Living Word Assumed a voice of deep portentous sound From gladdened Elbe to startled Tiber heard.
Resound, resound the strain
That hails him for our own!
Who deigns to grace our festal rite,
THE YELLOW LEAF.
HENRY J. JONES.
The yellow leaf!-the yellow leaf!
Hath shed upon the woods again, A radiance beautiful, but brief,
A seeming glory, though a stain ! And lo! what tints of roseate blush
Amid the clustering foliage glow, As it, on every tree and bush,
Another Spring were lighting now! Ah! trust not that alluring hue!
The bloom on Autumn's fading wreath Is but a hectic flush-too true
The herald of decay and death! The spoiler thus permits, awhile,
On beauty's cheek the rose to glow, But plies, beneath the insidious guile,
With treacherous stealth the work of woe! The yellow leaf ! the fading leaf !
In brightness clad, but frail as fair, Proclaims a tale of seasons brief,
And bids thee, thoughtless Man, prepare !
Froin the People's Journal.
THE POOR WOMAN'S SONG.
BY MARY LEMAN GILLIES.
THOUGH lowly my cottage and frugal its fare,
He goes to the bed where his little ones lie,
I love him too well to repine at my fate-
Oh, zealous and holy and pure be their youth!
truth! And, when Mercy's mild messenger bears me from
life, Leave my mem'ry dear as a mother and wife!