his father the whole evening, to hear an account of the campaigns he had served; so with a mind, a prey to grief, poor Leila retired to the apartments in the harem allotted to her use.

That night her slumbers were broken by frightful phantasies she thought Hassan lay wounded before her, trodden beneath the feet of the Giours, and expiring; again the dress he wore lay bloody before her, and she awoke with a scream that roused her attendant. "What ails my princess?

"Oh! Hinda, such a frightful dream." "Allah be praised, Mashallah! I feared my lady was hurt-try to sleep." The handmaiden, in a few minutes, took her own advice. But not so Leila; she continued awake, and the more she tried to compose herself to sleep, the less was she able to do so. Day at length broke. No sooner did the earliest dawn of morn tinge the tops of the highest hills, than with a noiseless pace Leila wrapped herself in a large cloak, and stole silently to where her father and brother were taking their morning meal, previous to the departure of the latter. Hastily she threw herself at her father's feet; both started, deeming some apparition appeared, for the pale cheeks and restless eyes of the maiden, with her airy robe, were in accordance with the idea of an aerial being. "Save my brother from the Giours," was all she could utter.

"What doth she mean?" inquired Hassan.

"Be cheshm," exclaimed the Sheik, "be my eyes on it, thou hast spoken right."

Leila was silent. The trampling of a horse's hoof now clanked on the bridge which joins the island to the main land; a sudden shadow fell on the face of Leila; a hundred bright visions of renown, and fame, were in the thoughts of the young hero-the glance of the sire bespoke pride. The moment of parting came; the war steed of Hassan, held by his groom, pawed the ground in impatience, and champed the frothing bit-the young warrior fell on the neck of his father, and received his blessing— embraced his sister-shouted Allah Achbar - God is victorious !- vaulted into the saddle, threw the spur into the fiery courser, and was on his way to the camp.

A cry, wild and long, burst from the tender Leila, but he for whom it was uttered heard it not, for dazzled by the bright sunlight which gleamed on his polished spear head, thought but of making that a meteor star, to light his companions to victory. Leila, after gazing till her eyes grew dim, on the path her brother had taken, with a deep sigh retired, to try in the discharge of her domestic duties, if she could divest her mind of the melancholy which possessed it.

In the hurry and bustle attendant on a camp for some days, Hassan thought not of his home: the novelty of his situ ation, surrounded on all sides by the din of arms, so different from the scenes in which he had been brought up, and the attention shewed him by the pacha in command, and other great men, left him no time for thinking. At length a detachment arrived near the palace of Kishen Kower, and brought intelligence that he was well-had as yet seen no fighting, but the scouts were daily expected with tidings of the Russians. The next was an account of an engagement, in which Hassan behaved so well as to have been created Khan on the field; loud rejoicings were the consequence, fires blazed from "minaret to porch," a thousand cheraghst lit up the silver wreathed dome, and all was merry as a passing bell, when suddenly the fires were quenched, the lights disappeared, terror and tumult sat on each lip, which whispered in pale affright, "Behold the Giours!"

Be it so. + Lamps.

The evening was beautifully fine, such as existed in the imagination of the poet when he wrote:

"And when evening descended from Heaven above,

And when air was all rest, and the air was all love,

Delight though less light, was far less briefAs the day's veil fell on the world of sleep." The waters seemed a sheet of fire, so vividly did they represent the twinkling orbs that burned intensely on high; the Sheik, who was slowly pacing the colonnade, and suffering the evening breeze to fan his cheek, on looking over the balcony into the portico, was amazed to see it open, and on turning to leave the apartment, to inquire into the cause of so unusual a circumstance, was still more astonished to behold a man glide from behind each pillar-apparently for the purpose of preventing him.

"How now villains, what mummery is this?" he exclaimed-a large black cloak which covered them from head to foot was here dropped, and twenty Giours in warlike array stood ready to capture their foe. Swiftly unsheathing his ataghan, he had barely time to lay the nearest of his assailants prostrate, before he was borne down by numbers; he was forced to yield, muttering inverted blessings on the intruders; they bore him towards the portico, where to his surprise, he saw a score of his faithful guards bound and bleeding-the instant they beheld their lord approach, with renewed lamentations, in which the name of Leila was alone intelligible, they renewed their cries.

"What in the name of Allah does this mean?" said the bewildered Sheik.

“It means, my chief,” replied Abdallah, "that the villanous Giours-may Allah's curse light on them!—have taken the palace, and us, and-"

"The lady Leila, what of her?" impatiently demanded the Sheik.

"She has been carried off!"

Slave, thou darest not say it-you trifle with me-it cannot be so.".

"Alas my lord, it is even as thy ser

vant saith."

The poor chieftain, weighed down by the heavy accumulation of evils, fell to the floor in a swoon, and it was feared life had totally departed from him, such a length of time elapsed ere he was restored to his senses. At length he slowly raised himself on his feet, and staggering to the nearest soldier, asked wildly :

"Know you where my daughter is— say I entreat you-speak one single

cheering word, and my last prayer shall bless thee. Man, where is my daughter, my Leila, my child-my dearest child?"

The soldier sorrowfully shook his head as he said, "I fear it will be some time ere you meet. Know that she is alive, and for thy sake, I hope well;"—the rude nature of the soldier was melted at the sorrows of the old warrior, and a tear of pity trembled in his eyelids.

"May Allah bless thee for saying she is alive," said the old Sheik, his fiery spirit broken by the calamities of that night-"then I may yet see my dear lost Leila." (Concluded at page 121)

FRENCH EXTORTION.

THE French imagine that England produces as much gold as Africa or South America: and that Monsieur Jean Bull leaves his native country merely to scatter his money with thoughtless profusion about the Continent. In consequence of this extravagant opinion, he rarely escapes without paying five times the real value for every commodity he purchases. His pocket is supposed to be a rich bank, on which every rapacious Frenchman may draw at pleasure; and, of course, demands are made upon it with incessant avidity and unrelenting extortion.These remarks are indebted for no small degree of confirmation to the following anecdote.

An English officer, serving in the regiment d'Artois, being on a journey from London to Paris, spent a night at the Hotel d'Angleterre, în Calais. On examining his bill next morning, he found that he was charged a guinea for his supper, which had consisted only of cold meat and a bottle of vin de païs. summoned the master of the inn and Enraged at so gross an imposition, he insisted on an abatement. "Milor," said the host, "I cannot disgrace an Englishman of your rank by charging him a less price." "Sirrah," replied the officer, "I am not a man of rank, but grand monarque.” a poor lieutenant, in the service of the "Morbleu !" re

joined the landlord, "I confess I have made an egregious blunder - I hope your honour will forgive me if I reduce my demand to half-a-crown."

KNOWLEDGE.

The only test of the utility of knowledge, is its promoting the happiness of mankind.

A SIMILE.

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(For the Parterre.)

In a Devonshire lane as I wandered along,

One day, much in want of a subject for song,

Thought I to myself, inspired by the rain,

Sure marriage is just like a Devonshire lane.

In the first place it is long, and when you are in it

It holds you as fast as a cage does a linnet ;

While, however rough and dirty the road may be found,

Drive forward you must, since there's no turning round.

But though it's so long, it is not very wide,

For two are the most that together may ride;

And e'en then 'tis a chance that they get in a pother,

And jostle, and cross, or run foul of each other.

Oft poverty meets them, with tearreddened eye,

And care, scattering mire, will rudely push by,

Or strife's grating wheels try between them to pass, While stubbornness blocks up the way on her ass.

RICHARD THE THIRD.

LITTLE reliance, undoubtedly, is to be placed on history previous to the Reformation. The monks had all the learning of the times in their own hands, and were the chroniclers of their events, and how natural is it that they should have abased Richard in compliment to his successor, and that Shakspeare should have taken the same tone in the reign of Elizabeth. One thing, however, is certain, whatever we have of him is good; his laws are amongst the most equitable we have, and he appears to have been a patron of learning and a benefactor to some towns and cities. Of the murder of Henry VI. common sense acquits him, for who will credit that a boy of eighteen only, for such Richard was, and no more, at the time of the king's death, would have been employed as the assassin, or that he would have enterprised it on his own account,

and the right,

That all distant beauties are hid from our sight;

And hence you'll allow 't is an inference plain,

That marriage is just like a Devonshire lane.

Yet those banks, thought I, within which we are pent,

With foliage and blossoms, and fruit are besprent;

And the conjugal fence which forbids us

to roam,

That

issue from his recent marriage, barred him from the crown; besides which, he was not in London at the time. the young princes his nephews were ever murdered at all is very doubtful. It is clear, from the affair of Perkin Warbeck, that there was an impression on peoples' minds that one of Edward the Fourth's sons was still alive, and that Perkin was acknowledged by all to bear the likeness of the Duke of York-possessing courtly manners a perfect acquaintance with the language so thorough a knowledge of every circumstance and particular respecting the young prince, his family and the affairs of the English nation, that no man, as admitted by Lord Bacon, "either by company or conversation was ever able to detect him," and in fact, identified with his person by the testimony of Sir Robert Clifford and other witnesses.

MACBETH.

MACBETH, says Sir Walter Scott, broke no law of hospitality in his attempt on Duncan's life. He attacked and slew the king at a place called Bothgowan, or the Smith's house, near Elgin, in 1039, and not, as has been supposed, in his own castle of Inverness. The act was bloody, as was the complexion of the times; but in very truth, the claim of Macbeth to the throne according to the rule of Scottish succession, was better than that of Duncan. As a king, the tyrant so much exclaimed against was, in reality, a firm, just, and equitable prince. Early authorities shew us no such persons as Banquo and his son Fleance, nor have we reason to think that the latter ever fled further from Macbeth than across the flat scene according to the stage direction. Neither were Banquo or his son ancestors of the house of Stuart. All these things are now known, but the mind retains pertinaciously the impressions made by the imposition of genius. While the works of Shakspeare are read, and the English language exists, History may say what she will, but the general reader will only recollect Macbeth as the sacrilegious usurper, and Richard as the deformed murderer. The genius of Shakspeare having found the tale of Macbeth in the Scottish chronicles of Hollingshed, adorned it with a lustre similar to that with which a level beam of the sun often invests some fragment of glass, which, though shining at a distance with the lustre of a diamond, is, by a nearer in vestigation, discovered to be of no worth or estimation.

MADAME LE CLERC.

Henry the Fourth of France was once in such distress for money to pay his troops, that they were on the point of revolting. The king anxiously inquired of his courtiers by what means he could raise the money. One of them answered, that he knew a rich widow, who was a zealous loyalist. The monarch agreed that the courtier should visit this lady accompanied by himself incog. In the evening they accordingly set out for Meulan, where Madame le Clerc, the lady resided. They were very hospitably received, and after some congratulations on the success of the king's arms, the courtier exclaimed, "Alas! madam, to what purpose are all our victories? His majesty has no money to pay the troops, they threaten to revolt."-"Is it possible?" cried Madame le Clere; "but let

not that afflict our noble king; he fights in a cause too glorious to be abandoned." She then quitted the room, and instantly returning with many bags of gold, laid them at their feet. "Go," said she, "relieve the king from his anxiety, and tell him that my fortune and even my life are at his disposal." Henry could no longer refrain. "Generous woman!" said he, "behold Henry before you, a witness to your exalted sentiments. Be assured that this seasonable favour will never be obliterated from his heart." Madame le Clerc threw herself at the monarch's feet unable to utter a word; the courtier wept; and the king himself could not refrain from the sweet emotion. But the time was too precious to permit them to indulge the effusions of sensibility. Henry returned to his army, and informing them that they should receive their pay in the morning, was received with the loudest acclamations. this moment success attended the king's arms; and at length, being firmly seated on his throne, he sent for Madame le "You see," said he, preClerc to court. senting her to the nobility, "a true friend of mine. To this lady I owe my late victories. Her seasonable assistance prevented my troops from revolting. She shall be repaid with more than lawful interest, and shall have letters-patent of nobility." "Ah! sire," interrupted Madame le Clerc, "do you count for nothing the infinite pleasure I have ever since felt in having contributed to the happiness of my sovereign? That is the only interest that belongs to me-the only reward I can aspire to." The lady persisted to refuse the offered interest, but accepted the letters-patent, which were so just a reward of her loyalty and patriotism.

WILLIAM TELL.

From

G. M. J.

THE author of the Alpenstock says, "though a tower stands upon the spot where, according to the legend, Tell's little boy was placed against a tree with the apple upon his head, to await the adventurous shaft from his father's bow, that episode in history, as well as cthers of a like nature, may be considered as mere popular embellishments, as they have no sufficient evidence, either historical or traditional to support them."

This celebrated story has been a great traveller, and its true origin is to be found in Scandinavia, as related by the historian Saxo-Grammaticus. Harald Blaatand, or Blue Tooth, commanded Palnatoko, who was the instructor of