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By way of episode-and a romantic though true episode it is to this history of "The Nuns' War," we are presented with the fortunes of one sister; which well deserve our attention, as another proof that truth is often stranger than fiction. We allude to Adelaide, Baroness of Wartz; whose husband was implicated in the murder of the emperor, Albert I., in 1308. He seems to have been unjustly implicated; having, though present at the catastrophe, had no knowledge of the design, and being merely a spectator of the act. That, however, was no justification in the eyes of Albert's daughter, the implacable Agnes of Hungary. "This princess," says Pfeffel, (whom our authoress does not cite,) "acquired a melancholy celebrity by her cruel vengeance, not only on her father's assassins, who all escaped her pursuit, and who ended their days in exile and obscurity, but on their families, friends, and allies, whom she pitilessly sacrificed to the shade of Albert, though they were innocent of complicity in the crime which laid him in the tomb." The head of the conspirators, Albert's own nephew, John of Swabia, (whom our author, we know not why, calls Don John,) died in misery, at the early age of twenty-five.

in a short time the exiled condition of the sisters | ward, and dropping on her knees implored the exattracted the sympathy of the citizens. That the ecutioner to permit her to remain. She was the successors in question should fail to be liberal, wife of the victim! Naturally of a gentle retiring need not to be wondered at-for, in truth, they had nature, the Baroness of Wartz had mingled but not the power. As the title-deeds of many manors little in the haughty court of the Emperor Allert: -probably most of them-had been cunningly ab- and after she became a mother she withdrew yet stracted, and the tenants secretly encouraged to more from its gaieties, though her youth and pay no rent, the revenues were fearfully dimin- beauty, high rank, and amiable qualities had ever ished. This stroke of policy was followed by insured her a distinguished place in its patrician others equally able; until the noble relatives of circle. She was residing at the Castle of Balm, a the exiled recluses openly armed in their behalf, little hamlet in the parish of Gunsperg in Argovia, and Basle was invested by formidable armed unconscious of impending evil, when the emperor bands. This demonstration was as fatal to the met his death; and she first learnt the fatal news citizens, whose commerce it destroyed, as it was by seeing her castle invested by armed troops, in favorable to the nuns, whose letters and intrigues search of her husband and brother. Her baby, an at length enlisted in their favor the mighty of the infant of twelve months old, asleep in its cradle at earth, whether ecclesiastic or secular. The end her foot, was murdered in her presence by the exmay be easily foreseen. In 1483, they were re- press order of Agnes, Queen of Hungary, Albert's stored to their convent, allowed to choose their daughter, as the child of a regicide; and she was own advocates, and indemnified for their losses. commanded, under penalty of instant death, to declare where her husband had found a shelter. Her paroxysms of fright, astonishment, and grief answered for her ignorance of the dreadful catastrophe; and after leaving a strong escort in the castle, and planting another around it to prevent all possibility of his escape if there concealed, the officer sent on this expedition departed. Adelaide of Wartz had ceased to be a mother, and her affections as a wife nestled yet more strongly in her heart she had no link to bind her to life but that of wife, none to love but her husband. She deceived the vigilance of her guards, at the risk of her life made her way to the royal château, and, penetrating into the presence of the widowed Empress Elizabeth and her daughter Agnes, threw herself at their feet imploring the life of her hus band. Her prayer was sternly refused; she then begged a mitigation of his sufferings-that also was denied; to share his prison-each petition was fiercely rejected; and she was repulsed from the castle to wander around the dungeon which would so soon open to deliver that husband to an ignominious and frightful death. She was present during all the sickening details of his horrible sentence, supporting him through his agonies by the assurance of her unabated attachment, and "There is also a tradition so popular that it has belief in his innocence; and when the executioner attained a place in many Swiss annals, that during had finished his fatal office, and one by one the his wanderings in the wild mountains of the coun- silent multitude withdrew as night closed in, she try to which he was born heir, the wretched prince crept under the wheel where he was left to die in was supported by a young female peasant, to lingering torments; the coup de grace, or final whose industry and ingenuity he owed his preser- blow of mercy, by which the sufferings of the vicvation for so long a period.-Seventy years after- tim were usually finished when each limb was wards, an aged, poverty-stricken man, of majestic broken, having been expressly forbidden. Mornmien, whose silver hair shaded features of great ing dawned on the miserable pair-Wartz was in beauty, might be seen in the streets of Vienna: the prime of life, of noble athletic form, and though almost blind, he seldom begged—but at in-though each member was doubly fractured, his tervals, when he fancied he recognized a face of vital energy remained. Three nights and three uncommon benevolence, he would approach, and days, without food, without sleep, she watched say in a low voice, Pity the miserable son of the in the valley of the shadow of death,' suffering miserable Don John of Swabia.'" neither the birds of the air to rest on him by day, nor the beasts of the field by night; wiping from his dying brow the big drops of anguish that burst from every pore. Nature wrestled long with death; on the third evening he grew too faint to thank her for her love, and as the morning of the fourth day dawned, he died. Her earthly task was accomplished: she rose from her knees, and directed her tottering steps to Klingenthal, whose prioress was the baron's sister. How she got there she could not tell she fainted at the portal, and was carried in as an object of charity, so emaciated by famine, so changed by woe, that the

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After victims so illustrious, the Baron de Wartz could not hope for favor. He was betrayed by a nobleman, and his fate brings before us the extraordinary attachment of his wife. The following graphic description is painfully interesting:

"The niserable man was extended on the scaffold, on the point of receiving the first blow, when the horror-stricken crowd, assembled to witness this fearful sight, made way for a female in deep mourning, whose wan pale face, and eager efforts to approach the scene of suffering, overcame all obstacles to her desire. She walked steadily for

prioress for some time had no recollection of her person."

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We have devoted so much space to the nuns of Klingenthal, that we have none left for the other chief historic sketches-"The War of the Two Abbots," and "Bertha, Queen of Transjurane Burgundy." Yet they are well worth perusal. They are graphic, animated, interesting; and, though sometimes over-charged by the author's fertile imagination, generally true. drunk largely at the springs of chivalric romance; springs which, though fair at a distance, are often muddy enough when nearly examined. She delights in the romantic-sometimes at the sacrifice

She has

of probability. At the risk of being charged with skepticism, we must reject the following story of the Countess Ida of Toggenburg, with the

ring

"The story of the ring is singular. She had placed her jewel case on the deep window-sill of the castle, to dry the outside leather, which had contracted damp. It was open, and a favorite hawk or raven, darting down, seized the ring. Fearful of communicating her loss to so stern a lord, she kept it a secret to all but a few chosen domestics, who were authorized to reward any one

who might find it. The young page, unhappily not of the confidential party, picked it up at a great distance from the castle, and, showing it to another page, boasted that it was the gift of a lady. The baron heard the vain boast, desired to see the ring, recognized it for the one presented by himself to his wife on their betrothal, rushed into her room, where he found her at the same open window from whence she had lost the ring; and, without a word, threw her down into the woody dell, six hundred feet below! The tardy truth availed not the unhappy youth, whose falsehood caused the ruin of both his lady and himself. Three days afterwards, the innocence of both was made known by the visit of a pedlar, who had seen him pick it up, and had bid a price which the other refused he came to offer the sum originally demanded. Every search was then made for the countess; but she had, though much bruised, escaped as by a miracle, and withdrawn into a hollow cavern. There she lived four years on wild fruits, birds' eggs, and a little food, from time to time conveyed to her by an aged woman, to whom she communicated her preservation, and whose bounty she repaid by spinning for her in the night. A favorite dog at length discovered her retreat, and the baron went in great pomp to remove her to his castle; but Ida refused to return; and as an atonement for her sufferings, and the death of the page, he allowed her to build a convent, of which she became abbess. The story is well authenticated, and has perhaps served for the basis of many others, founded on the same idea, in after ages.'

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Amidst the fountains and rivers, the rocks and caves, the ruined castles and monasteries of Helvetia, our author may yet calculate on riches inexhaustible. Whether the two volumes before us are to be followed by others of a kindred nature, we are not informed-but this, we suspect, if her first, will not prove her last effort. She has a pen formed for popularity. Her book will be read with the interest inseparable from truth-however strangely that truth may be sometimes shaded by the creations, or, at any rate, the embellishments, of fancy. No romance was ever more agreeable than these records of personages who once lived, and once influenced the destinies of Swiss society.

OLD FURNITURE FOR SALE.- -AUCTION. LOT 1. The Seat of War (in India.)-This seat has been very much knocked about, and has scarcely a leg to stand upon. With a little money, however, judiciously laid out, it could be put into immediate repair. It has been carried about for half a century all over India, and is now to be disposed of, as the owners have no further use for it. It is offered to the French government as a seat the best adapted for the standing army in Algiers. With a little French polish, and turning the seat into Morocco, it is an article which will last for years.

lost its brilliancy, from having been so frequently LOT 2. The Glass of Fashion.-This glass has looked into. It is best calculated for those persons whose evening's amusements will bear the morning's reflection, as every object viewed through it is seen in a new light. Old beaux and young ladies, residing on the shady side of forty, will find

their silver well laid out on this Glass of Fashion. LOT 3 will be the identical Tapis upon which have come all the marriages in high life for the last fifty years.

LOT 4. There is some hope of the Pipe of Peace, which France and England have lately been smoking, being put up for sale, but this depends entirely upon Lord Palmerston being made

minister for foreign affairs.

Lor 5. Several Autographs of F.M. the Duke of Wellington, written during the march of intellect, will be also submitted to the amateurs of rare things.

Lor 6. A few Flowers of Rhetoric, and several Figures of Speech, will be handed round the room for the inspection of parliamentary and pot-house orators. The flowers are beautifully cut and dried, and have been preserved in the leaves of Hansard. The figures are well stuffed, and clothed in the strongest language.

LOT 7. The Laurels of Field-Marshal Prince

Albert, as reared by him in the gardens of Buckingham Palace, will be shown for the inspection of all military persons who produce their Waterloo medals, and small sprigs will be sold to country gentlemen who hold commissions in Her Majesty's

Militia.

Lor 8. The Silver Spoon which Mr. Hudson had in his mouth when he was born, will be put up for competition among railway chairmen.

The Clothes which the tories ran away with when the whigs were bathing, will be hung round the room, but will not be sold, as they form part of a collection of unredeemed pledges.

In addition to the above attractions, the celebrated Rod of Iron, which was formerly used in England, has been sent over from Ireland expressly for this sale, and the Rule which Britannia uses in ruling the waves, will be kindly lent by Lord Ellenborough for this exhibition only.-Punch.

THE Tribunal of Amsterdam recently declared that the law of January, 1805, which declares that the State shall bring up, at its own charges, the seventh child of every family in which there are already six still living, remains in force in Holland, and condemned the State to pay to a citizen, named Hooglandt, 250 florins (522f.) a year until his seventh child shall have attained its 18th year, or during the same period provide for its maintenance and education. This judgment has been confirmed, on appeal, by the Royal Court at the Hague.

THE DYING MOTHER TO HER INFANT.

My baby! my poor little one! thou hast come a wintry flower,

A pale and tender blossom, in a cold, unkindly hour;

Thou comest with the snow-drop, and, like that pretty thing,

The power that called my bud to life, will shield its blossoming.

The snow-drop hath no guardian leaves, to fold her safe and warm,

Yet well she bides the blast, and weathers out the storm;

I shall not long enfold thee thus, not long, but well I know,

The Everlasting arms, my child, will never let thee go.

The snow-drop-how it haunts me still, hangs down her fair young head,

So thine may droop in days to come, when I have long been dead;

And yet the little snow-drop 's safe; from her instruction seek,

For who would crush the motherless, the lowly, and the meek!

Yet motherless thou 'lt not be long, not long in name, my life,

Thy father soon will bring him home, another fairer wife;

Be loving, dutiful to her, find favor in her sight; But never, oh my child! forget thine own poor mother quite!

A bride last year, and now to die! and I am scarce nineteen ;

And just, just opening in my heart, a fount of love, so new,

So deep, could that have run to waste, could that have failed me too?

The bliss it would have been to see, my daughter at my side!

My prime of life scarce overblown, and hers, in all its pride!

To deck her with my finest things, with all I've rich and rare,

To hear it said, how beautiful, and good, as she is fair!

And then to place the marriage crown upon that bright young brow,

Oh no! not that! 't is full of thorns! alas! I'm wandering now,

This weak, weak head, this foolish heart! they'll cheat me to the last!

I've been a dreamer all my life, and now, that life is past.

Thou 'It have thy father's eyes, my child! oh! once, how kind they were!

His long black lashes, his own smile, and just such raven hair!

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neck full fast,

whisper that I blessed his name, and loved him to the last!

I have heard that little infants, converse by smiles and signs,

With the guardian band of angels, that round

about them shine!

Unseen by grosser senses, beloved one! dost thou

Smile so upon thy heavenly friends, and commune

And

with them now?

hast thou not one look for me, those little restless eyes,

Are wandering, wandering everywhere, the while thy mother dies!

And yet, perhaps, thou art seeking me! expecting me, my own!

Come, death! and make me to my child, at least, in spirit known!

SONG OF THE MANNA-GATHERERS.
"This is the bread which the Lord hath given you to eat."
COMRADES, haste! the tent's tall shading
Lies along the level sand

Far and faint: the stars are fading
O'er the gleaming western strand.
Airs of morning

Freshen the bleak burning land.

Haste, or ere the third hour glowing
With its eager thirst prevail

O'er the moist pearls, now bestrowing

Thymy slope and rushy valeDews celestial,

Left when earthly dews exhale.

Ere the bright good hour be wasted,
Glean, not ravening, or in sloth:
To your tent bring all untasted ;-
To thy Father, nothing loth,

Bring thy treasure:

Trust thy God, and keep thy troth.

Trust Him: care not for the morrow;

Should thine omer overflow,
And some poorer seek to borrow,
Be thy gift nor scant nor slow.
Wouldst thou store it?
Ope thine hand, and let it go.

Trust His daily work of wonder,
Wrought in all His people's sight;
Think on yon high place of thunder,
Think upon the earthly light
Brought from Sinai,

When the prophet's face grew bright.

Think, the glory yet is nigh thee,
Power unfelt arrest thine arm,
Love aye watching, to deny thee
Stores abounding to thy harm.
Rich and needy

All are levelled by love's charm.

Sing we thus our songs of labor

At our harvest in the wild, For our God and for our neighbor, Till six times the morn have smiled, And our vessels

Are with two-fold treasure piled.

For that one, that heavenly morrow, We may care and toil to-day: Other thrift is loss and sorrow, Savings are but thrown away. Hoarded manna !—

Moths and worms shall on it prey.

While the faithless and unstable

Mars with work the season blest,
We around Thy heaven-sent table
Praise Thee, Lord, with all our best.
Signs prophetic

Fill our week, both toil and rest.
Comrades, what our sires have told us-
Watch and wait, for it will come :
Smiling vale shall soon enfold us
In a new and vernal home:
Earth will feed us

From her own benignant womb.

We beside the wondrous river

In the appointed hour shall stand,
Following, as from Egypt ever,

Thy bright cloud and outstretched hand :
In thy shadow

We shall rest, on Abraham's land.
Not by manna showers at morning
Shall our board be then supplied,
But a strange pale gold, adorning

Many a tufted mountain's side,
Yearly feed us,

Year by year our murmurings chide. There, no prophet's touch awaiting, From each cool deep cavern start Rills, that since their first creating Ne'er have ceased to sing their part. Oft we hear them

In our dreams, with thirsty heart.

Oh, when travel-toils are over,

When above our tranquil nest All our guardian angels hover, Will our hearts be quite at rest? Nay, fair Canaan

Is not heavenly mercy's best. Know ye not, our glorious Leader Salem may but see, and die? Israel's guide and nurse and feeder Israel's hope from far must eye,

Then departing

Find a worthier throne on high.

Dimly shall fond fancy trace him,

Dim though sweet her dreams shall prove, Wondering what high powers embrace him, Where in light he walks above,

Where in silence

Sleeping, hallows heath or grove.

Deeps of blessing are before us :
Only, while the desert sky

And the sheltering cloud hang o'er us,
Morn by morn, obediently,

Glean we manna,

And the song of Moses try.

TELEGRAPHIC COMMUNICATION BETWEEN FRANCE AND ENGLAND. It was stated some time ago that a submarine telegraph was to be laid down across the English channel, by which an instantaneous communication could be made from coast to coast. The lords of the admiralty, with a view of testing the practicability of this undertaking, have been pleased to approve of the projectors laying down a submarine telegraph across the harbor of Portsmouth, from the house of the admiral, in the dockyard, to the railway terminus at Gosport. By these means there will be a direct communication from London to the official residence of the port admiral, at Portsmouth, whereas at present the telegraph does not extend beyond the terminus at Gosport, the crossing of the harbor having been hitherto deemed an insurmountable obstacle. submarine telegraph is to be laid down in the course of the ensuing week, and, if the working of the plan is found to be successful, this mode of telegraphic communication will be adopted in preference to the more exposed one. The telegraph will be conveyed from the terminus to the water-side underground, and, after crossing the harbor, will again be conveyed in a similar manner to the admiraltyhouse, it being subterranean as well as a submarine telegraph. In a few days after the experiment has been successfully tested at Portsmouth, the submarine telegraph will be laid down across the Straits of Dover, under the sanction of both the English and French governments.-London Herald.

The

A COMING CHANGE IN EUROPE.

THE political grievances of Italy, which have so long arrested the progress of that renowned country, and exposed her to the evils of a discontented population and a suspicious government, may be divided into two classes. The first and greatest is the reluctance or the incapacity of most of the Italian governments to promote the welfare of their dominions. The abuses which are known to exist in the Papal States, in several of the minor principalities, and to some extent in the kingdom of the two Sicilies, are a sufficient cause of the contempt and hatred by which those governments are held by a large portion of their subjects. The courts of Florence and of Turin have indeed already endeavored to distinguish themselves by a less vicious administration and a less illiberal policy. Tuscany and Piedmont, in their present comparatively flourishing condition, are, however, but faint indications of what the Italian states might readily become under the direction of vigorous and enlightened governments. But the weakness and the inefficiency of the national governments of Italy have tended not only to cramp their own resources, and to sacrifice the welfare of their states to the prejudices and fears of an obsolete system of policy, but they have also established and perpetuated the second great grievance of which the Italian patriots complain-namely, the ascendancy of a foreign power south of the Alps, and the domination of an Austrian viceroy, not only in Lombardy, but less directly in every part of the Peninsula. But whatever may be said of the anomaly of an Austrian government in Milan, the results of that government give us no just reason to regret the arrangement made at the Congress of Vienna; and, in comparison with the condition of the southern states of Italy, that of the Milanese territory is highly creditable to the Austrian administration. Milan is now the most stirring and prosperous city in all Italy. Venice has, within the last few years, regained much of that activity which seemed to have quitted her forever; railroads have been commenced on a large and liberal scale; public instruction has been promoted, and the order of the Jesuits has not been reinstated in its colleges. As long as the Austrian administration is one of the best in Italy, the mere passion of political independence will never excite the people to make a serious effort to throw off that form of government.

increased in Europe, and their prosperity and security no less augmented at home. Good gov ernment, in one word, on the part of the Italian cabinets, would at once redress the national grievances of the population, and it would tend, more than any other course of policy, to prepare the whole country for an independent administration of its affairs, into which more liberal institutions of state might hereafter be gradually introduced. It is no longer a secret that these views have for some time past been entertained by two or three of the Italian sovereigns, but by none more than by the illustrious head of the House of Savoy. This ambition of extending its ascendancy by the most legitimate means in the north of Italy has excited the jealousy and the fears of Austria, but it deserves to command the applause of Europe; for the means which the court of Turin appears to be disposed to take in the prosecution of its independent policy are identified with the real interest of the people and of Italy. The governments of Naples and of Piedmont have been amongst the earliest European converts to new principles of mercantile policy. Nor have the sovereigns and princes of these countries, as well as the Grand Duke of Tuscany, been slow to follow in the same track. The Austrian government, on the contrary, provoked by these manifestations of independence, has just imposed a prohibitive duty on the introduction of the wines of Piedmont into Lombardy, and has done all it can to prevent the extension of the Piedmontese railroads.

The immediate effect of these modifications of the policy of the court of Piedmont which appears most to have surprised and displeased the cabinet of Vienna, has been the marked improvement of the relations between that state and the French government. It is one of the chief proofs of the skill and sagacity of M. Guizot's administration of the foreign affairs of France, that he has everywhere succeeded in reviving the most essential portions of the traditional policy of his country, even where it had been in abeyance since the revolution of 1789, or revived, only to be annihilated again by the violence of Napoleon. M. Guizot has labored with great success to restore what may be regarded as the ancient position of France upon the continent of Europe, not by crushing or invading Spain, or by annexing Belgium or Savoy and Piedmont, but by steadily endeavoring to connect those countries by their interests and their policy with the modern policy But we by no means contend that this state of of the crown of France. In Italy, nothing is more things is to last forever, or that events may not consonant to these historical principles than the occur and men arise well calculated to promote the foundation of a good understanding between the regeneration of Italy by very different means from French government and the House of Savoy. those which have been suggested by the revolu- That alliance is connected with the most glorious tionary party. If, instead of taking their cue from recollections of the family which reigns in Turin ; Austria, and holding their dominions almost as fiefs and without doubt, in the present condition of the of the empire, the reigning princes of Italy had Italian states, nothing is better calculated than the the spirit and the sagacity to follow a line of na-support of France, to emancipate them from the tional policy of their own, they would have as little tutelage of Austria. to fear from insurrection at home as from foreign If we were to scrutinize with a searching and a invasion. The natural relation in which they prophetic eye the present condition and the future might be supposed to stand towards a state like destinies of that great empire which extends from Austria, which occupies so formidable and prepon- Semlin to Milan, we should be filled with unwonted derating a position in their own country, would and melancholy forebodings as to the trials it may appear to be, not one of servility and subjection, have at no distant period to undergo. A childish but of free rivalry. And if this rivalry were emperor, a decaying minister, a bigoted family directed by able statesmen, not into the channels council, an aristocracy ill-acquainted with its of political intrigue or military hostility, but into duties and its rights, a peasantry which is in some the broad tract of public improvement, the impor-provinces imbued with the most anti-social doc tance of the Italian states would be immeasurably |trines, an unformed middle class, an embarrassed

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