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"Do you wish for any thing?' I said. He took no notice of my question, but continued to glance piercingly in every direction. "What do you see?' I asked.

"La Morgue!' he exclaimed, with a shudder, and pointing into the other room-'La Morgue!"

"He continued to gaze madly in the same way, still holding his arm outstretched, while his whole frame seemed convulsed with terror; but I could gain no clue to the catastrophe which had fallen so terribly on the illfated sufferer.

en hearthstone at home. I began to feel | pathy for the students, you know, is unia little lonely, and so started up, and stamped versal. I called to young Stabb, who occuwith my feet in order to silence the solitary pied the next room, and he set off immeinsect, or arouse the rest of the family, but the diately. After a few minutes Dervilly dozed old one only sung the harder, and the others a little; and then he started up, and gazed would not wake, and I sat down again, around, as if attempting to discern some oband half closed my eyes in order to lose my-ject. self, if I could, in some pleasant revery. My eyes were half closed, the perfume from the graperies filled the room, and had a pleasant effect upon my senses, and thus I began to forget where I was and what was about me. Presently I heard a rapid unsteady step along the corridor; it grew more rapid and more unsteady; I raised my head, and at that instant Dervilly hurried into the room. 'I knew it I knew it,' he exclaimed, wildly; 'one of the sirens sent from hell! I have sold myself, body and soul!-I am lost-lost. Ah! I knew it-I knew it.' Shocked and surprised as I was by such an extraordinary scene, I did not forget that Dervilly was of a most nervous and excitable temperament. I rose, took hold of him kindly, and asked him what had happened. As I placed my hand on his head, I perceived that the veins were distended, and that the carotid and temporal arteries were throbbing violently. I hastened to strike a light, while he continued to repeat nearly the words I have just mentioned, in a wild and incoherent manner. I could now see his countenance, and it seemed as if the destroyer had been ravaging it. His cap was gone. His hair, which was usually so neatly arranged, was tossed over his face in twisted locks; his eyes were fixed, and bloodshot, and sparkling.

"My dear friend, you are ill-you are excited-let ne bring you to your bed' (we occupied the large room in common, with a small bed-room for each, leading from it); with this I took his arm, and gently urged him to his apartment.

"Not there, not there!' he cried vehemently; "Have I not lain there, night after night, thinking of her have I not dreamed there happy dreams, and seen dear delightful visions? Not there-never-never again!'

"You shall not,' I said, endeavoring to humor him; 'you shall lie in my bed, and I will watch by you till you are better.'

"The young man burst into tears. This action evidently relieved him, and made him more rational, for he took my arm and I assisted him to bed, and tried to soothe him; but he soon relapsed into an excited fever. Shortly after, he called me to him, and throwing his arms closely around me, exclaimed, Partridge, we were born in the same land; I implore you, by that one common tie, not to leave me an instant; I am a doomed wretch; but save me, save me from the fiend, as long as it is possible.'

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"I now became very much alarmed. My first impulse was to administer an opiate; but the case seemed so critical that I determined to send at once for Louis, whose sym

"It seemed to me an age-it really was but an hour-before Stabb returned. He was accompanied by Louis. It was the great Louis whose skill as a physician, and especially in the treatment of fevers, is world renowned. I had 'followed' him during the whole of your absence; had become, as a matter of course, one of his warmest admirers; and was fortunate enough to secure his friendship. He also knew Dervilly. Hearing them enter, I stepped into the principal room, to meet him. Mon Dieu! Monsieur Partridge, quel est le mal?' said Louis, with great feeling. Monsieur Dervilly was at the hospital in the morning, and I met him as late as six o'clock this afternoon, passing into the Jardin des Plants.'

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"God only knows,' I replied. 'Something horrible has suddenly befallen him.' And I gave an account of what had occurred since Dervilly came to his rooms. Louis was silent for a moment, and then began to question me very minutely about him, while Stabb went in to keep watch over the poor fellowAmong other things, I mentioned his love affair; and believing it to be my duty to do so, I told Louis, briefly, all Dervilly had confided to me. He listened with great attention, and after I had concluded, we passed into the little chamber where Dervilly lay. He started up with violence as we came in, as if a severe paroxysm were about to follow. He stared wildly on seeing Louis, and seizing his hand, he exclaimed, Ah, mon Professeur, you are a very great man, and you are very kind to come to me, but your knowledge avails nothing here,' touching his forehead. Suddenly he extended his finger, and cried again, La Morgue-La Morgue.'

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"What see you in La Morgue?' said Louis, tenderly.

"See? Her, her!' screamed Dervilly. “Who, mon enfant?' said the Professor, very gently.

"Who, but the fiend-the fiend! She has my soul-lost, lost for ever.'

"You should not speak so harshly of Ma

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At last he called me into the other room. Is it not possible to find Mademoiselle de Coigny?' he inquired.

"I have no means of knowing where to seek her,' I replied. At the same time I remembered she was in the habit of visiting the house in which Dervilly first met her, and fortunately knew the street and number.

"Let her be sent for instantly,' said Louis.

"She? the fiend-the fiend-sits perched on the top of the wooden rail all night, watching-watching-and when some of the corps-Do not go yourself; you may be of service

es show signs of life, sails down, and sits upon, and strangles them. Keep me away from there. Ah, mon Professeur, do not let me go there, to lie on the board, and have her bending over me, eyeing me, watching me, ready to strangle me. There again! keep those glazed eyes away-keep them away, I say

"All this time Louis was making a minute examination of Dervilly's symptoms.

here.' Accordingly I gave Stabb the direction, and instructed him to procure Mademoiselle de Coigny's address, if possible; but if he were unsuccessful in this, to communicate the fact of Dervilly's alarming illness, and beg that Mademoiselle might be immediately summoned.

"We returned to the sick room, and Louis, seating himself in a chair, remained lost in thought for nearly a quarter of an hour, while "The latter presently seemed aware of what I did what I could to pacify the sufferer. I he was doing, for he exclaimed, 'The usual could not help wondering that a man, so symptoms, eh, mon Professeur; strongly prompt and so efficient, should lose a moment marked, n'est ce pas ? Act promptly and de- when the least delay was to be avoided; cisively, as you say sometimes. Let blood- and as I was reflecting on this, Louis rose so let blood-appliquez des sangsues-ha, ha, suddenly from his seat that I was startled. ha! that's what we call bleeding, both general 'There is but one course, and the poor boy has and local, ha, ha, ha! then come on with your very accurately defined it. Let his head be cold applications: ice, ice, a mountain of ice shaved, and pillowed in ice; bleed him at piled round about the head! follow up with once-if he faints, all the better.' 'No dancathartics, refrigerant diaphoretics, after de- ger of that,' shouted Dervilly. 'No syncopleting blister!-say you not so ?-blisters to pe with me but the last syncope-no syncope the nape of the neck-blisters behind the-ha, ha, ha! double the ounces-you are ears-shave the scalp-I forgot that-shave timid-no syncope, I say-' He continued the scalp-strange I had not thought of it, the whole time raving, much in the manner and the hair. Mon Professeur, I know you I have described. The room was kept quite will think me very foolish, but-save the hair dark, and no one was permitted to come in. -I shan't have another growth-save the Louis did not leave the bedside the entire hair. Where was I?-ah, the blisters-that night. Dervilly never slept for an instant. will pretty nearly do for me-keep every On one occasion he threw himself close on thing quiet, very quiet-after a while, digitalis one side, and screamed, "Take her away— and nitre-digitalis and nitre, mon Professeur take her away!' -have I not said my lesson well?'

"What is it ?' I asked.

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""Do you not see her?' he shrieked, 'sitting on the bed, looking into my eyes; take her away, take her away!'

"I need not detail to you," continued Partridge, "the whole of these fearful scenes. Late in the evening Stabb returned; he had found the house; and although he could not obtain Mademoiselle de Coigny's address, he was promised that his message should be communicated early in the morning. "It will be too late,' said Louis, mournfully.

"Louis stood perfectly still, regarding the poor fellow with a mournful interest. As Dervilly paused, he took off his spectacles, and wiped his eyes. Ah, Monsieur Louis, you talk very eloquently about medical science, but I baffle you; I am sure of it. Call the class together-Ah, Notre Dame de Pitie call the class together; voila la clinique. Thus being thus, it must necessarily be thus. That's a wise saying, mon Professeur. Call the class together; propound why of necessity you can do nothing? because of a necessity nothing can be done. Call the "What a long night it was. The morning class together; be active-vigorously anti- dawned at last, but it brought no change to phlogistic; time is precious-the patient in poor Dervilly. I had sent for his nearest redanger. Purgatives-I doubt as to purga-lative, who lived over on the Boulevard Poistives. What think you?' And Dervilly sonnière, and was awaiting his arrival with paused, and cast on Louis a look so naturally considerable anxiety. It was not later than inquiring, that the latter replied, as it were, involuntarily, 'Moi aussi je doute.' And it was so; with all his genius, all his knowledge, all his experience, and all his skill, the great practitioner stood, while minute after minute was lost, apparently hesitating what to

nine. Stabb, the good fellow, had relieved me from my watch, and I was in the sittingroom, in my large arm-chair, still anxious and fearful, when there came a slight tap at the door; it opened and Emilie de Coigny stood before me. Ah, how beautiful she was,

way disposed to betray her secret, and I did not press the subject. Presently Louis came in. He made his inquiries of me, and then went to the patient. There was no change, except in the increase of fatal symptoms. The delirium was more furious, the pulse hard, full, frequent, and vibrating. The most vigorous course was adopted; two other students were called in to assist Stabb and my self, and every means used to give effect to the prescribed treatment.

yet how terrified! It was not terror of ex-vation; 'I have done it, and if he dies, I am a citement-mere surface passion-but from the murderer-his murderer.' She appeared no depths of her soul. She was stirred by intense emotion. 'Tell me,' she said, coming earnestly up to me, tell me where he is, and what has happened to him!' I put my finger on my lips to prevent her from saying more, and led her to the further corner of the room; but she would not sit down; she begged to be told every thing at once; and I, in a low voice, gave Mademoiselle de Coigny a minute account of all I had witnessed. When I came to Dervilly's exclamation, La Morgue -La Morgue,' the young girl became suddenly very pale, her fortitude forsook her, and she murmured faintly, 'He saw me go in -he saw me go in.' I must admit I was, for the moment, not a little tremulous. I recollected stories of devils taking possession of the dead bodies of virgins, in order to lure young men to perdition. I thought of the tale of the German student, who, on retiring with his bride, beheld her head roll from her body (she had been guillotined that morning), leaving him wedded to the foul fiend. In spite of me, I looked on the pale stricker creature before me as in one way or another connected with the adversary, and holding a commission from the Prince of the Power of the Air. I had little time for thought on the subject, for Mademoiselle de Coigny insisted on seeing Dervilly. I hesitated, but she was decided. She threw aside her pretty straw hat, and a light shawl, and stepped toward the apartment where her lover lay. She passed the threshold before he saw her. She called him by his name, Alfred.' He turned, and as his eyes fell on her, he uttered mad exclamations; crouching frantically in the furthest corner of the bed. Avaunt,' he screamed; 'vampyre-devil-owl of hell come no nearer, (she still advanced, calling to him tenderly); I know that syren voice; it has damned and double damned me.Partridge! Stabb! take her away, or,' he continued, in a fierce tone, 'I will do second execution on her.'

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Poor girl-it was too much-she swooned away.

"You may imagine that it was a terrible scene," continued Partridge. "I set to work immediately for her recovery, having first carried her out of the room where Dervilly lay. She opened her eyes at last, but what a look of anguish was in them! 'Is he better?' she asked in a faint tone. I shook my head. 'Tell me,' she exclaimed, 'will he die? oh, will he, must he die?'

"He is very sick, Mademoiselle.'
"I have killed him, I have killed him,' she

cried.

"Pardon me', said I, 'Monsieur Dervilly is in great danger; still if we knew the cause of this dreadful attack we might gain some advantage by it.'

"Ah, it is my work,' murmured the fair mystery to herself, without heeding my obser

"As for Mademoiselle de Coigny, she remained in the sitting-room, the picture of intense anguish. I urged her to retire, but she shook her head. I now begged her to tell me what had caused this strange attack, but she was silent. At length I went and called Madame Lecomte—you recollect what a kindhearted creature she was—and told her briefly the little I knew of the unfortunate girl. She answered the summons at once, and in the most gentle manner endeavored to persuade Mademoiselle de Coigny to go with her. It was in vain. She would not leave the room. Occasionally, through the day, she would step to Dervilly's bedside, and in the softest, sweetest, gentlest tone I ever heard, say, 'Alfred.' The effect was always the same as at firstexciting the poor fellow to still deeper paroxysms, and more violent exclamations. On the fourth day he died; the symptoms becoming more and more aggravating, until coma supervened to delirium. During the whole period of his sickness Mademoiselle de Coigny never left the house-scarcely the roomMadame Lecomte on two or three occasions almost forcing the wretched girl away to her own apartments. When poor Dervilly sunk into that deep lethargic slumber, so much dreaded by the physician, because so fatal, she came almost joyfully into his chamber, and threw her arms tenderly around him, 'He sleeps at last,' she said, is it not well?'

"I would have given the world for the freedom of bursting into tears, so deeply was I affected by that hopeful, trustful question. What could I do, but shake my head mournfully and hasten out of the place...... He died, and made no sign; not a word, not a look, not the slightest pressure of the hand, for the one he loved so tenderly, and who watched so anxiously for some slight token. 'Oh,' I exclaimed to myself, as the hardness of such a fate was impressed on me, 'God is just, there is a hereafter, these two must meet again.'.... Emilie de Coigny left the room where her dead lover lay, only when he himself was borne to his last resting-place. She followed him to the spot where he was buried in Pere la Chaise, and remained standing by it after every one else had come away. In this position she was found-standing over the grave-late at night by her friends-some members of the family I have mentioned

who sought her out. She left that splendid | was commended to the care of the kindcity of the dead bereft of reason, and so she hearted when death should overtake him. has ever since continued. When the day is fine, she invariably keeps her fancied engagement with her lover at the appointed place in the Jardin des Plants; she patiently sits the hour, and retires sadly, as you saw her. When the weather is forbidding, she goes to her friend's house and waits the same period, never showing the least symptom of impatience, but, on the contrary, evincing the signs of a bruised but most gentle spirit.' Here Partridge paused, as if at the end of his story.

"Is that all?" said I.

"That is all," he responded.

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"The old Marquis was buried, and the little Emilie adopted into the family of the good Jean Maurice. Her education was conducted in a manner far superior to that of his own children, and the choicest garments of those which fell to him were selected to be made over for her. Perhaps unwisely, her history was explained to her, so that she lived all her life with the sense that she belonged in a different sphere-not that she was ungrateful or unamiable-quite the contrary-she was sweet tempered, affectionate and gentle, and loved by Jean Maurice and all his family with a devoted fondness: but the world had charms for her which the world withheld; she felt that she never could become an object of love where she could love in return, and so she repined at her destiny. By accident she made the acquaintance of the family where Dervilly first met her. They had known her father and her grandfather, and she loved them for that. She resisted for a long time the feeling for her lover which she perceived was taking strong hold of her, and when she could resist no longer, she yet delayed to tell him what a home she inhabited. This was her pride-her weakness-and how terribly did she pay the penalty! Day after day (so I was told), she resolved to explain all, but she procrastinated, till her lover, no longer able to restrain his anxiety, and full of excitements and fears and perturbations, followed her at some little distance, just at twilight, and saw or fancied he saw her enter La Morgue. It was too much for his nervous temperament. His brain caught fire-he came home raving with delirium-and DIED! Now you have the whole."

A LEGEND.

'Surely not," I continued; "you have said
nothing about the strange mystery which
killed our poor friend, and which, as it seems
to me, is the main point in the story.'
"True enough—it is singular I should have
left it out, but it is explained in a word. These
same friends of Mademoiselle de Coigny gave
me the information. It appears that on one
inclement night, as the keeper of the Morgue
was returning from an official visit to the
Chief of Police, toward his own quarters,
which are adjoining and over the dead room
-he stumbled over something which a flash
of lightning at the instant showed to be the
body of a man. He was quite dead, but,
nestled down close by his side, with one of
her little hands on his face, was a child,
about two years of age. Jean Maurice Sorel,
although long inured to repulsive sights, had
not grown callous to misery. By birth he
was considerably above his somewhat igno-
minious office; he had narrowly escaped with
his life when Louis XVI. was brought to the
scaffold, for some indiscreet expressions that
savored too much of royalty; but in the tu-
mults which succeeded, he had, he scarcely
knew how, through some influence with the
chief of one of the departments, been ap-
pointed to this repulsive duty. But as I have
said, his heart was just as kind as ever, after And deep is traced upon this heart of mine,
many years discharge of it; and Jean Mau-
rice Sorel, instead of repining at his lot, bless-
ed God daily that he had the means of sup-
porting a wife and children, while so many of
his old friends had literally starved to death.
Such was the person who stumbled over the
body of the dead man, and discovered the
living child beside it. He called at once for
assistance, and had the corpse conveyed to
his house, while he carried the little girl in
his arms. She was too young to give any in-
formation about herself, but on searching the
pockets of the deceased, several papers were
found which disclosed enough to satisfy Jean
Maurice Sorel that in the wasted, attenuated
form before him, he beheld his once friend
and benefactor the Marquis de Coigny, who,
he supposed, had perished by the guillotine
in the revolution. The papers permitted no
doubt of the fact that the little girl was his
granddaughter and only descendant, and she

TRANSLATED FOR THE INTERNATIONAL FROM THE SPANISH,
BY MRS. M. E. HEWITT.
"Sin vos, y sin Dios y mi."

motto that with trembling hand I write,

In olden time a loyal Christian knight
Bore graven on his shield to Palestine.

"Sin ros,” it saith, "if I am without thee,"

Beloved! whose thought surrounds me every where"Sin Dios," I am without God, “y mi,"

And in myself I have no longer share.
Where pealed the clash of war, the mighty din,
Where trump and cymbal crashed along the sky;
High o'er the "Il Allah !" of the Moslemin,
"God and my lady!" rang his battle-cry.
His white plume waved where fiercest raged the fight,
His arm was strong the Paynim's course to stem:
His foot was foremost on the sacred height,
To plant the Cross above Jerusalem.
False proved the lady, and thenceforth the knight,
Casting aside the buckler and the brand,
Lived, an austere and lonely anchorite,

In a drear mountain-cave in Holy Land.
There, bowed before the Crucifix in prayer,

He would dash madly down his rosary,
And cry "Beloved!" in tones of wild despair,
"I have lost God, and self, in losing thee!"
And I, if thus my life's sweet hope were o'er,
An echo of the knight's despair must be;
Thus I were lost, if loved by thee no more,
For, ah! myself and heaven are merged in thee.

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CAGLIOSTRO, THE MAGICIAN.

WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY MAGAZINE
BY CHARLES WYLLYS ELLIOTT.

K the city of Palermo, the family of NOW, then, that in the year 1748, in Signor Pietro Balsamo, a shopkeeper, were exhilarated by the birth of a boy. Such occurrences have now become so frequent, that, miraculous as they are, they occasion little astonishment;" and, it may be well to add, that, except in some curious cases, there is no longer that exhilaration now felt, but, as in Ireland, a leaden sense of future woe. We are not told by the parents that any strange or miraculous appearance attended or preceded this advent, though one cannot but believe that the future Archimagus and his followers must have had a more or less distinct opinion upon this point. Not to lose time in speculation, we learn that " we have here found in the Count Alessandro di Cagliostro (the above-named boy), pupil of the sage, Altholas-foster-child of the Scherif of Mecca-probable son of the last king of Trebizond; named also Acharat, and unfortunate child of nature; by profession, healer of diseases, abolisher of wrinkles, friend of the poor and impotent, grand-master of the Egyptian Mason lodge of High Science, spirit summoner, gold cork, grand cophta, prophet, priest, and thaumaturgic moralist and swindler; really a LIAR of the first magnitude; thorough-paced in all provinces of lying, what one may call their king."

vent, and under the convent apothecary proceeded to learn certain arts and mysteries of the retorts and alembics (which lucky knowledge, after that, came to use), while he mass-chanting, we will omit. It is enough was learning his other trade of monkery and

to know, that he would not answer for the convent, and was again afloat on the wide sea of existence. That he floated is certain; for "he has a fair cousin living in the house with him, and she again has a lover. Beppo stations himself as go-between; delivers letters; fails not to drop hints that a lady to be won or kept must be generously treated; that such and such a pair of ear-rings, watch, or sum of money, would work wonders: which valuables, adds the wooden Roman biographer, he then appropriated furtively." Slowly but certainly he makes his way: "tries his hand at forging" theatre tickets—a will house;" and, further on, can tell fortunes, even, "for the benefit of a certain religious and show visions in a small way-all these inspirations are vouchsafed him, or, rather, these things he is permitted to do, and others not to be mentioned here.

It is well to note, that in all times, and among all peoples, there is a deep and profound conviction that there is not only a "short and certain" way of getting to hea ven, and to know the eternal truths, but also that these earthly treasures do exist, in untold quantity, in the elements; and if one could only discover the secret by which the Under the common tent, the great canopy the gnomes be persuaded or compelled to gases could be condensed into solid gold, or of life, it would not be fair to prejudge the give them up, ready solidified to hand, it mind of the reader upon so grave a thing as would at least save time and be satisfactory. character, which we are now considering- It is only curious, as a matter of speculation, it might be best to let each come to an after-to know what we shall eat when the lucky thought respecting it-upon our caustic and noble author let the blame, if any, hang, while we now proceed to dip in, here and there, to his magic page.

age arrives, and spirits will do our bidding in this matter of gold and diamonds. The "boy," as he grew, discovered this worldpower of setting the "spirits" to work but he? wide capacity; and who should have this

As the boy grows, we learn, that "as he skulks about there, plundering, pilfering, playing dog's-tricks, with his finger in every tain ninny of a goldsmith, named Marano, "Walking one day in the fields with a cermischief, he already gains character. Shrill Beppo begins in his oily voluble way to hint housewives of the neighborhood, whose sau- that treasures often lay hid; that a certain sages he has filched, whose weaker sons mal-treasure lay hid there (as he knew by some treated, name him Beppo Maldetto, and in- pricking of his thumbs, divining rod, or other dignantly prophecy that he will be hanged- talismanic monition), which treasure might, a prediction which the issue has signally fal- by the aid of science, courage, secrecy, and a sified." We also may learn, what, in the small judicious advance of money, be fortutreatment of our whole subject it is extreme- nately lifted. The gudgeon takes-advances, ly important to remember, that, in the "boy," by degrees, to the length of sixty gold a "brazen impudence developes itself, the ounces' crowning gift," &c. -sees magic circles drawn in the "To his astonishment," wane or the full of the moon, blue (phosthough, he finds that even here he is in a phorous) flames arise-split twigs auspiciousconditional world, and if he will employ hisÎy quiver-and at length demands, peremptocapability of eating (or enjoying) must first, rily, that the treasure be dug !" in some measure, work and suffer. Contention enough hereupon; but now dimly arises, or reproduces itself, the question, Whether there were not a shorter road-that of stealing!"

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Alas! why is it that the "spirits” so often fail us at our sorest need? Do they deceive us; and, if not, who does? The treasure vanishes, or does not appear," the conditions smith" being roughly handled by these spiare imperfect," and the "ninny of a gold

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