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W. of the navy, and a Captain J. of the essential diversity between the poetical army. Captain J. had seduced the and the philosophic mind. Byron, when Lieutenant's sister, who, from that mo. speaking of his admission to Cambridge, ment, seemed impressed with deep says that the heaviest, saddest feeling of melancholy. On their meeting, he in- his life, was to find that he was no sisted that the distance should be only longer a boy. Gibbon in describing his six paces : at this distance they fired, entrance at Oxford, exults that he now and the shot of Captain J. struck the felt himself a man. guard of Lieutenant W.'s pistol, and A Grecian poem possesses an oneness tore off two fingers of his left hand ;-he which does not belong to any Roman deliberately wrapped his handkerchief production; it is the developement round the wound, and looking solemnly rather than the composition of an idea. to heaven, exclaimed, “I have a left The breathings of the Roman lyre hand that never failed me." They again rarely rise to the dignity of inspiration, took their ground, and Lieut. W. lo ed and we feel in reading their choicest stedfastly at Capt. J.; and, casting his productions as if they had been written eyes up to heaven, was heard to ulter, rather than created..
forgive me.” They fired, and both · How rarely are the theory and the fell. Captain J. received the ball in his practice of prudential wisdom united! head, and died instantly: the Lieutenant We learn from the memoirs of De was shot through the breast. He in. Retz, that La Rochefoucault was an quired if Captain J.'s wound was vortal, unsuccessful politician. Rochefoucault and being answered in the affirmative, studied men individually; De Retz in thanked God that he had lived so long. masses : the one learned wisdom, the He then took his mourning ring from other practised tact. his finger, and said to his second, “Give To preserve ourselves happy, it is not this to my sister, and tell her it is the enough that we have external sources of happiest moment I ever knew.” He comfort; we must keep open the wellhad scarcely uttered the last word when springs of contentment and peace within. a quantity of blood gushed from his Notwithstanding the rivers which flow mouth, and he immediately expired. into it, the ocean would decrease if it
These men probably called themselves were not for the fountains within its Christians, but, if such they were, they bosom. were, as good Bishop Wilson would have Oftentimes those opponents or detracsaid, “ Christians without christianity.” tors of great men, who sully or diminish
for awhile the lustre of a noble genius,
are credited for more ability than they SCRAPS
deserve, as the clouds which dim the FROM MY NOTE-BOOK. moon to our sight are themselves decked
with a radiance not their own. In our search after happiness, we are A woman possessed of genius and often too busy with the means to reach literature, is perhaps unnatural; so also the end. We lay a net for the object of the garden rose, the “queen of Howour hopes, and are ourselves entangled ers,” the “flower of love” is, by the laws in its toils. It is sometimes curious to of botany, a monster, yet a lovely one. observe the successive entanglements to “If I were rich,” says the poor phiwhich one is liable, the means within lanthropist"If I had health,” says the means which may engross one's atten- enthusiastic invalid; alas! all mankind tion. Observe the course which led the are confined morally, as Mirabeau was philologist to his present devotion. He physically, in the castle of “If.” sought happiness in common with his How singular, that we should be so fellows: to be happy he thought he slow to credit men for disinterestedness must be distinguished, to be distinguished in private matters, as members of society; in any department of life, he knew he and so ready to credit them for it, in must be learned to be learned in the public affairs, as patriots. classics he must pursue philology. He To gain the reputation of much talent, is like a man who sets out to mount to throw away the little that you have. the top of some house, but who, in his The Roman garrison which threw away ascent, is so amused with the intricacy the loaves, was supposed to possess an of the staircases, that he lingers for ever immense deal of bread. on the first flight of steps.
No author is so excellent as to have no From a trifling incident in the lives of contemner ; none so feeble as to have Byron and Gibbon, we may learn the no admirer.
G. M. J.
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OF FICTION, POETRY, HISTORY, AND GENERAL LITERATURE,
WHO SOLD THE MOIETY OF HIS SOUL TO
CONCERNING A MAN, his infidelity to her, and of solemnly re
nouncing Agnès for ever ; but, at the very instant the oath was about to escape his lips, a sudden movement proceeding
from the heart over the entire left side, (From the French of Ernest Fouinet.) warned him that he was under the con
trol of a powerful hand, under the inTowards the close of evening Eloi re- fluence of an irrevocable doom-and he turned to Alienor, who had passed the was silent. Those hours of affectionate whole day in the utmost inquietude. 'tranquillity that he had so often passed She asked not Eloi where he had been, with Alienor, he longed again to expeshe upbraided him not; so soon as she rience, and would yield himself up to such saw his beloved form, her heart felt light quiet happiness again that very evening; and she ran to embrace him. He dared he indeed wished so to do, but alas ! he not make reply to those pure and could not: possessing no longer that chaste caresses, knowing full well how inward peace of mind which made him recently he had given himself to others formerly experience the feeling in so unlawful; and he experienced the Alienor's society, it was nought but to bitterest remorse on seeing that Alienor Agnès and the gaming table he now had been labouring the entire day for devoted himself. He thought' only of him, and that for his sake too she had the nun who had bewitched him and the disposed of her last jewels, whilst he had cards that enriched his purse; and expended upon Agnès all the money Alienor, perceiving his despondency gained at play during the morning. He and pre-occupation, wholly mnistook their felt so conscience stricken at these cir- cause. cumstances that, letting his forehead “ I am full of hope, Eloi, and thou sink down upon Alienor's shoulder, he too must take courage; I am skilful in was on the point of making an avowal of every kind of needle-work, and know how to provide for all our wants. Con- minutes. He had gained a large sum sole thyself.” And so saying she bade of gold at play, of which he gave a few him good night : happy at having no pieces to Alienor, lied in order to explain thought more distracting to scare away away this enormous gain, then again to slumber, she soon closed her eyes; and account for his absence, and once more Eloi stole away, when he perceived her quitted his mansion without offering an sleeping soundly. It will be readily excuse or uttering a word of adieu. guessed that it was for the purpose of Her eyes were opened at last by seeking Agnès. The obscure chronicler degrees: she saw confusedly it is true, who has preserved the present history like one who has been a long while blind. seems inclined, with all the good faith of She asked herself with terror from what his age, to look upon the young and possible source he could have procured innocent nun as an agent of the devil. so much treasure. Oh! could it be Alas! the spirit of evil steals sometimes through crime or baseness, that he had upon us under the forms of the good acquired it! At the idea of despising and beautiful, and in sooth some myste- Eloi, her beloved Eloi, whom she could rious influence must be admitted, in never cease to adore, a fearful trembling order to explain the sudden and absolute pervaded her whole frame; then too she sway Agnès had acquired over Eloi. had remarked a wild and savage expresWhilst he was passing the night in sion in his glance, which appeared to her gaming and dissipation, the repose of the revelation of a mind troubled by Alienor was blessed by blissful dreams some bad action, a mind, in fact, harassof a smiling future. Had her husband ed by remorse for some most guilty been there he would have heard her ex- deed! Far from suspecting the cause, pressions of affection, pronounced with the effect she beheld and wept at-her all the emotion those dreams inspired, days now passed in unavailing surrow. and felt the pressure of her arms ex- Meanwhile, Agnès lived like a printended, towards him during sleep; he cess, squandering the gold that Eloi won. could not fain have refused her some Every card played with his left hand beword of tenderness, one kiss, and she came fatally successful over his adverwould have found him on awakening, saries, and when in their rage and demore loving and beloved than ever. She spair they sought revenge by duel, that awoke; she was alone-she uttered a same left hand which had previously confused cry, for the illusions of slumber, stripped them of fortune also deprived. but yet half dissipated, struggled still them of life, and the nun had ample enwith her imperfect wakening. She joyment of the booty resulting from such called him by name, she stretched forth hellish misdeeds. His gentle wife negher hands in search of him; drew back lected at home, wept through the lonely the thick curtains, but saw not Eloi; hours, not loss of fortune or gaiety, but it was broad day, however. She arose that her husband's affections were esin disorder, ran over the whole house, tranged from her. and returned terror-stricken to her own She erred !-He loved her ever ; he apartment on learning that Eloi had loved her with all the power which regone out during the early part of the mained untrammelled by that fiendish night. It was not that she as yet sus- compact. This pure and unblemished pected her misfortune; she loved him portion of his soul diminished, it is true, too well so speedily to believe that he from day to day in proportion as that could cease to cherish a like affection; possessed by the evil one obtained the but she grew fearfully uneasy, The ascendancy, and as Agnès continued to streets were deserted; he might have hold his heart captive; but the image of been assailed and have perished by the Alienor still dwelt in that sanctuary in, hands of assassins, or with great proba- tact. At times, when wearied with bility, to extricate them from their dissipation, he snatched short intervals present pitiable condition, he was devot- of repose in the gay bower of Agnès ; ing himself to some midnight labour he would murmur in his dreams the that would undermine his health, and name of Alienor and weep, and on she determined to scold him soundly for awakening the nun would question him, the torments he caused her, poor lady. with a fierce jealousy flashing from her
These reproaches and upbraidings dilated eyes. At those moinents she with which she menaced Eloi, were would indulge in rude and violent exuttered in an almost caressing voice on pressions of her wrath. He then felt the his return home towards the close of species of yoke that weighed upon him, day ; but only to remain there for a few and doubly regretted the placid affection
One morning especially, when, in of happiness, and, perhaps, in that long consequence of one of those dreams, he adoration, the as yet unsullied portion of had suffered from the ungovernable his soul was well nigh eclipsing with its character of the nun, he quitted the pure rays that darksome part which had house in disconsolate mood, directing his fallen under the power of the evil one. steps towards the hôtel in the rue Saint- They each remained gazing in the other's Antoine. The nearer he approached it, eyes, and in such contemplation Eloi the more determined was his resolution doubtless was inspired by the innocence to forsake his evil courses, and return to and peace breathing from the mind of the domesticity of home. The narrowed the gentle Alienor. space that Alienor yet occupied in his · He felt himself seized by the left arm; heart was still open to repentance and it was Agnès who had followed him. remorse; freed from the importunities of Alienor shrieked with terror, not at Agnès, these sentiments obtained the beholding Agnès who was unknown to mastery over him. He felt the spirit of her, but at the sight of the instantaneous evil incessantly hurrying him onward, change which worked itself in the phythat he was gliding towards a bottomless siognomy of Eloi so soon as the nun abyss. Alienor was his stay, his port, touched the arm over which the infernal his refuge; and there would he harbour hand had passed. There was, it seems, from his wearying and storm-tossed a horrible connexion-a dark 'chain be
On knocking at the portal, he tween the demon and the young girl. started at the sound as he would have with her apparently feeble hand she done on hearing some happy and unex- forced him to raise himself; forced him, pected news, and almost as much startled by a mysterious power, to repulse Alienor as Alienor herself, who, for a month whilst exclaiming
6 Get thee gone ! well nigh past, had expected his coming quit the hôtel; it is mine alone, and fit from minute to minute. The echo of only for her whom I love far better than his footfalls upon the flag-stones of the thee, Alienor;-begone! wide staircase recalled the remembrance The irresistible impulse which conof so many past days of peace and love; strained him to speak, and act thus vioand when he stood at the threshold of lently, gave a horrible contraction to his the rich apartment, wherein he had left features, and a choking and sinister exhis wife in indulgence, he was moved pression to his voice; already he menaced even to tears. It was with a hand fear- Alienor with his left hand clenched, fully trembling that he half opened the when she fell upon her knees and then chamber door of Alienor. He feared withdrew herself, weeping bitterly. The she was not therein, and yet he feared last look she cast towards her husband
On a sudden he rushed for. wore such an expression of despondency, ward and Aung himself at her feet, em- that, had ever so little of his original bracing her knees like some guilty wretch, idiosyncrasy yet remained, doubtless he who taking refuge in a church, stretches would have recalled her to him ; but he forth his arms imploring to the altar. was his former self no longer. No rem
" Pardon ! pardon ! how pale thou nant of goodness was left within him, art! how wasted art thou become ! nothing further now than the vertigo and all my doing !
Could'st thou, which hurried him from the whirlwind then, pardon me, Alienor ? Oh! yes -- of to-day on to that of the morrow. thou wilt. Though thou may'st not think Popular seditions, desperate gaming, so, I have suffered bitterly. How beau- deadly duels, frightfuldebauches-he tiful thou art! Each inanimate object, rolled as it were down a precipice of too, around the room seems to welcome rocks, and rebounding from one me back again. From henceforth, thou another, destroyed himself in the whirlwilt remain for ever near me ?"
ing descent. Like the maniac, who, to Alienor replied not-did not even re- enhance his misery, has at times short mind him that he it was who had played intervals of reason, he perceived the the truant.
Wrapped in a delicious abyss into which he was descending by silence she was enjoying the deep happi- the rugged windings of the gulph. And ness of his return, manifesting the same then he cursed Agnès without the power placid resignation equally in weal as in of blessing Alienor: he wandered from
Eloi was on his knees, and she church to church, and rushed forth from thought not of raising him. That them again in despair, or at times would wretched man, forgetful of the irrevoca- station himself at that of Saint Jean en ble compact, caressingly besought the Grève, to listen to the mass for the dead angelic woman; he reverted to past hours that was sung for the guilty criminal
BY WILLIAM DUNLAP.
going to execution, feeling himself
A SCENE guilty like the other, and like him on ON THE ST. LAWRENCE. the point of perishing for his crime.
He did not deceive himself. That Or, a Narrative of what befel Zebadiah ever increasing agitation in which he had Spiffard, the Water-Drinker, as latterly lived, had undermined his frame, counted by him to George Frederick and he extended himself upon his death- Cooke, the Tragedian. bed, consumed by that fire from hell which burned more and more vividly within him from day to day. Agnès, for whom he had destroyed himself, I will not recount the events of a passage abandoned him, or visited his bedside
across the Atlantic. Suffice it to say only to mark with avidity the progress that three times the number of days were of a disorder which in the end would wasted in the voyage, which are at this leave her mistress of a splendid mansion time necessary for the passage from and immense riches. Alienor, who Liverpool to this port, and it was the would have saved him, quitted her beginning of November before I was mournful retreat, when she learned that gladdened by the sight of the stupendous he was suffering, watched him night and banks of the majestic St. Lawrence. day, praying and weeping over him who As we approached Quebec, and I saw the no longer recognised her.
towering battlements of the upper town His last hour approached. Alienor overhanging the houses and shipping, sought a priest of Saint Gervais to ad- which lay dim and dark in the shade of minister the boly sacrament, and both evening, while the sun yet played upon placed themselves on their knees beside the glittering spires and waving colours the couch of the sick man on the right above them, I felt repaid for all the tehand. Agnès was standing at his left, dious hours of the weary sea. After and both women whispered in his ear. landing, I found my way to the plains of He listened to Agnès alone, and whilst Abram. I sat on the stone which pilhe repulsed the host which the priest was
lowed the head of the dying conqueror. entreating him to receive, the nun I was on the spot where one inaster-spirit, brought the precious missal of Maître leading and directing a handful of Britons, Thibault Gaulmin, and opened it before decided the fate of the western world. the dying gaze of his son Eloi. He I thought of Wolfe, and the glorious uttered a piercing cry, on beholding the day of his triumph in death. That day arabesques and quaint figures all in hor- which broke the power of France in the rible motion over the yellow vellum. west-overthrew at a blow her mighty Agnès next presented to him the diam plans of empire, and secured to the sons mond-cross; at the sight of the red and of English republicans, the immense glowing rays that darted from those pre- space from the Atlantic to the Pacific cious stones, he shrieked a second time; Ocean, and from the north pole to the and then appeared a black vapour, en- table land of Mexico, for the propagation veloping the head of the bed, and out of of innumerable free states, bound toit proceeded a fiery hand, which was gether by the same institutions, the same passed over the entire left side of Eloi. language, the same interests, and a reHe shrieked aloud once more and died. ligious freedom which rejects the dog
Alienor vext day became one of the mas of an usurping hierarchy. sisters of Sainte Claire, in the convent As Zeb spoke, his tone had become l'Ave-Maria. Agnès de la Briarde, a elevated, his cheek was Aushed, his eyes monk, afterwards took for a patroness sparkled; and Cooke, who had raised Sainte-Madeleine, the peculiarities of himself on his elbow in the bed, could which sisterhood it is needless to par- scarcely believe it was the low comedian ticularize.
who spoke of states and empires in terms so lofty and so little suited to his usual
style. COMPARATIVE DISTRESS.
Spiffard observed the veteran's surprise, He who has nowhere to lay bis head, and resumed his narrative, first making often suffers less than he who does not an apology for his warmth. know where to put his hands.
“I have ever been an enthusiastic
admirer of the institutions and of the Women should resemble the moon in prospective destinies of my country, Mr. everything but its spots and its muta- Cooke; and however ill-suited such bility,
studies may appear to the profession I
J. S. M.
WOMEN AND THE MOON.