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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 Do you wish for any thing?' I said. He eyes were half closed, the perfume from the took no notice of my question, but continued graperies filled the room, and had a pleasant to glance piercingly in every direction. effect upon my senses, and thus I began to 1 . What do you see?' I asked. forget where I was and what was about me. "La Morgue!' he exclaimed, with a shndPresently I heard a rapid unsteady step along der, and pointing into the other room- La the corridor; it grew more rapid and more Morgue ! unsteady; I raised my head, and at that in- “He continued to gaze madly in the same stant Dervilly hurried into the room. 'I way, still holding his arm outstretched, while knew it-I knew it,' he exclaimed, wildly; his whole frame seemed convulsed with ter
one of the sirens sent from hell! I have ror; but I could gain no clue to the catastrosold myself, body and soul!-I am lost-lost. I phe which had fallen so terribly on the illAh! I knew it-I knew it.' Shocked and fated sufferer. . surprised as I was by such an extraordinary “It seemed to me an age-it really was but scene, I did not forget that Dervilly was of an hour—before Stabb returned. He was a most nervous and excitable temperament. accompanied by Louis. It was the great Louis I rose, took hold of him kindly, and asked whose skill as a physician, and especially in him what had happened. As I placed my the treatment of fevers, is world renowned. band on his head, I perceived that the veins I had 'followed' him during the whole of were distended, and that the carotid and tem- your absence; had become, as a matter of poral arteries were throbbing violently. I course, one of his warmest admirers; and was hastened to strike a light, while he continued fortunate enough to secure bis friendship. He to repeat nearly the words I have just men- also knew Dervilly. Hearing them enter, I tioned, in a wild and incoherent manner. I stepped into the principal room, to meet him. conld now see his countenance, and it seemed · Mon Dieu! Monsieur Partridge, quel est le as if the destroyer had been ravaging it. His mal ?' said Louis, with great feeling. Moncap was gone. His hair, which was usually sieur Dervilly was at the hospital in the 80 neatly arranged, was tossed over his face morning, and I met him as late as six o'clock in twisted locks; his eyes were fixed, and this afternoon, passing into the Jardin des bloodshot, and sparkling.
| Plants.' "My dear friend, you are ill-you are ex- “God only knows,' I replied. 'Something cited — let ine bring you to your bed' (we horrible has suddenly befallen him.' And I occupied the large room in common, with a gave an account of what had occurred since small bed-room for each, leading from it); Dervilly came to his rooms. Louis was silent with this I took his arm, and gently urged for a moment, and then began to question me him to his apartment.
very minutely about him, wbile Stabb went “Not there, not there!' he cried vehement- in to keep watch over the poor fellow.ly; “Have I not lain there, night after night, | Among other things, I mentioned his love thinking of her ?-have I not dreamed there affair ; and believing it to be my duty to do happy dreams, and seen dear delightful viso, I told Louis, briefly, all Dervilly had consions? Not there-never-never again!' fided to me. He listened with great attention,
"You shall not,' I said, endeavoring to and after I had concluded, we passed into the humor him; 'you shall lie in my bed, and I little chamber where Dervilly lay. He started will watch by you till you are better.' up with violence as we came in, as if a severe
“The young man burst into tears. This paroxysm were about to follow. He stared action evidently relieved him, and made him wildly on seeing Louis, and seizing his hand, more rational, for he took my arm and I as- he exclaimed, 'Ah, mon Professeur, you are sisted him to bed, and tried to soothe him ; a very great man, and you are very kind to but he soon relapsed into an excited fever. I come to me, but your knowledge avails noShortly after, be called me to bin, and thing here,' touching his forehead. Suddenly throwing his arms closely around me, ex- he extended his finger, and cried again, La claimed, ‘Partridge, we were born in the Morgue-La Morgue.' same land; I implore you, by that one com-! «What see you in La Morgue' said Louis mon tie, not to leave me an instant; I am a tenderly. doomed wretch; but save me, save me from ! " See ? Her, her !' screamed Dervilly. the fiend, as long as it is possible.'
«« Who, mon enfant ?' said the Professor, “I now became very much alarmed. My very gently. first impulse was to administer an opiate; "* Who, but the fiend--the fiend! She has but the case seemed so critical that I deter- my soul—lost, lost for ever.' mined to send at once for Louis, whose sym- " You should not speak so harshly of Ms.
demoiselle de Coigny,' continued Louis, in ado. At last he called me into the other soothing tone.
room. 'Is it not possible to find Mademoiselle ** Pronounce not that name: a bait, a trap, de Coigny?' he inquired. a wile of Satan; repeat it, and I will tear you “I have no means of knowing where to seek piecemeal l'cried the maniac.
her,' I replied. At the same time I remem“But, mon pauvre enfant, what does she bered she was in the habit of visiting the at La Morgue ?'
house in which Dervilly first met her, and 66. She? the fiend—the fiend-sits perched fortunately knew the street and number. on the top of the wooden rail all night, watch-! Let her be sent for instantly,' said Louis. ing-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 here.' Accordingly I gave Stabb the direcupon, and strangles them. Keep me away tion, and instructed him to procure Madefrom there. Ah, mon Professeur, do not let moiselle de Coigny's address, if possible; but me go there, to lie on the board, and have if he were unsuccessful in this, to communicate her bending over me, eyeing me, watch the fact of Dervilly's alarming illness, and ing me, ready to strangle me. There again! beg that Mademoiselle might be immediately keep those glazed eyes away-keep them summoned. away, I say
“We returned to the sick room, and Louis, "All this time Louis was making a minute seating himself in a chair, remained lost in examination of Dervilly's symptoms. 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 awayand nitre-digitalis and nitre, mon Professeur | take her away! -have I not said my lesson well ?
" What is it ?' I asked. “Louis stood perfectly still, regarding the “Do you not see her?' he shrieked, sitting poor fellow with a mournful interest. As on the bed, looking into my eyes; take her Dervilly paused, he took off his spectacles, away, take her away! and wiped his eyes. "Ah, Monsieur Louis, “I need not detail to you," continued Paryou talk very eloquently about medical sci-tridge, “the whole of these fearful scenes. ence, but I baffle you; I am sure of it. Call Late in the evening Stabb returned; he had the class together - Ah, Notre Dame de found the house ; and although he could not Pitie-call the class together; voila la clin- obtain Mademoiselle de Coigny's address, he ique. Thus being thus, it must necessarily was promised that his message should be be thas. That's a wise saying, mon Profes- communicated early in the morning. seur. Call the class together ; propound why “. It will be too late,' said Louis, mournof necessity you can do nothing ? because of fully. & 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, nine. Stabb, the good fellow, had relieved involuntarily, Moi aussi je doute. And me from my watch, and I was in the sittingit was so; with all his genius, all his know-room, in my large arm-chair, still anxious ledge, all his experience, and all his skill, the and fearful, when there came a slight tap at great practitioner stood, while minute after the door ; it opened—and Emilie de Coigny minute was lost, apparently hesitating what to stood before me. Ah, how beautiful she was, 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 in- way disposed to betray her secret, and I did tense emotion. “Tell me,' she said, coming not press the subject. Presently Louis came earnestly up to me, tell me where he is, and in. He made his inquiries of me, and then what has happened to him!' I put my finger went to the patient. There was no change, on my lips to prevent her from saying more, except in the increase of fatal symptoms. and led her to the further corner of the The delirium was more furious, the pulse room; but she would not sit down; she beg- hard, full, frequent, and vibrating. The most ged to be told every thing at once; and I, in vigorous course was adopted; two other stua low voice, gave Mademoiselle de Coigny a dents were called in to assist Stabb and my. minute account of all I had witnessed. When self, and every means used to give effect to I came to Dervilly's exclamation, “ La Morgue the prescribed treatment. - La Morgue,' the young girl became sud- “As for Mademoiselle de Coigny, she redenly very pale, her fortitude forsook her, mained in the sitting-room, the picture of inand she murmured faintly, “He saw me go in tense anguish. I urged her to retire, but she
-he saw me go in.' I must admit I was, for shook her head. I now begged her to tell the moment, not a little tremulous. I recol-me what had caused this strange attack, but lected stories of devils taking possession of she was silent. At length I went and called the dead bodies of virgins, in order to lure Madame Lecomte-you recollect what a kind. young men to perdition. I thought of the hearted creature she was—and told her briefly tale of the German student, who, on retiring the little I knew of the unfortunate girl. She with his bride, beheld her head roll from her answered the summons at once, and in the most body (she had been guillotined that morn-gentle manner endeavored to persuade Madeing), leaving him wedded to the foul fiend. moiselle de Coigny to go with her. It was in In spite of me, I looked on the pale stricker vain. She would not leave the room. Occacreature before me as in one way or another sionally, through the day, she would step to connected with the adversary, and holding a Dervilly's bedside, and in the softest, sweetcommission from the Prince of the Power of est, gentlest tone I ever heard, say, • Alfred.' the Air. I had little time for thought on the The effect was always the same as at firstsubject, for Mademoiselle de Coigny insisted exciting the poor fellow to still deeper paron seeing Dervilly. I hesitated, but she was oxysms, and inore violent exclamations. On decided. She threw aside her pretty straw the fourth day he died; the symptoms behat, and a light shawl, and stepped toward coming more and more aggravating, until coma the apartment where her lover lay. She supervened to delirium. During the whole passed the threshold before he saw her. She period of his sickness Mademoiselle de Coigny called him by his name, 'Alfred.' He turned, never left the house-scarcely the room and as his eyes fell on her, he uttered mad Madame Lecomte on two or three occasions exclamations; crouching frantically in the almost forcing the wretched girl away to her furthest corner of the bed. "Avaunt,' he own apartments. When poor Dervilly sunk screamed; 'vampyre-devil-owl of bell- into that deep lethargic slumber, so much come no nearer, (she still advanced, calling dreaded by the physician, because so fato him tenderly); I know that syren voice; tal, she came almost joyfully into his cbamit has damned and double damned me.-ber, and threw her arms tenderly around Partridge! Stabb! take her away, or,' he him, "Ke sleeps at last,' she said, is it not continued, in a fierce tone, I will do second well ? execution on her.
"I would have given the world for the “Poor girl-it was too much-she swooned freedom of bursting into tears, so deeply was
I affected by that bopeful, trustful question. “You may imagine that it was a terrible What could I do, but shake my head mourn. scene," continued Partridge. “I set to work fully and hasten out of the place...... He immediately for her recovery, having first died, and made no sign; not a word, not a carried her out of the room where Der- look, not the slightest pressure of the hand, villy lay. She opened her eyes at last, but for the one he loved so tenderly, and who what a look of anguish was in them! Is he watched so anxiously for some slight token. better ? she asked in a faint tone. I shook 'Oh,'I exclaimed to myself, as the hardness of my head. “Tell me,' she exclaimed, will he such a fate was impressed on me, 'God is just, die ? oh, will he, must he die?
there is a hereafter, these two must meet 66 * He is very sick, Mademoiselle.'
again.'.... Emilie de Coigny left the room “I have killed him, I have killed him,' she where her dead lover lay, only when he himcried.
self was borne to his last resting-place. She “Pardon me', said I, 'Monsieur Dervilly is followed him to the spot where he was buried in great danger; still if we knew the cause of in Pere la Chaise, and remained standing by it this dreadful attack we might gain some ad- after every one else had come away. In this vantage by it.'
position she was found-standing over the 6. Ah, it is my work,' murmured the fair grave-late at night by her friends some mystery to herself, without heeding my obser-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 "The old Marquis was buried, and the litis fine, she invariably keeps her fancied en- tle Emilie adopted into the family of the good gagement with her lover at the appointed Jean Maurice. Her education was conducted place in the Jardin des Plants ; she patient- in a manner far superior to that of his own ly sits the hour, and retires sadly, as you saw children, and the choicest garments of those her. When the weather is forbidding, she which fell to him were selected to be made goes to her friend's house and waits the same over for her. Perhaps unwisely, her history period, never showing the least symptom of was explained to her, so that she lived all impatience, but, on the contrary, evincing the her life with the sense that she belonged in signs of a bruised but most gentle spirit." ... a different sphere-not that she was ungrate
Here Partridge paused, as if at the end of fulor unamiable-quite the contrary—she was his story.
sweet tempered, affectionate and gentle, and “Is that all ?” said I.
loved by Jean Maurice and all his family with " That is all," he responded.
a devoted fondness : but the world had charms "Surely not,” I continued; "you have said for her which the world withheld; she felt nothing about the strange mystery which that she never could become an object of love killed our poor friend, and wbich, as it seems where she could love in return, and so she reto me, is the main point in the story." pined at her destiny. By accident she made
"True enough it is singular I should have the acquaintance of the family where Dervilly left it out, but it is explained in a word. These first met her. They had known her father same friends of Mademoiselle de Coigny gave and her grandfather, and she loved them for me the information. It appears that on one that. She resisted for a long time the feeling inclement night, as the keeper of the Morgue for her lover which she perceived was taking was returning from an official visit to the strong hold of her, and when she could reChief of Police, toward his own quarters, sist no longer, she yet delayed to tell him which are adjoining and over the dead room what a home she inhabited. This was her
-he stuinbled over something which a flash pride-her weakness and how terribly did of lightning at the instant showed to be the she pay the penalty! Day after day (so I was body of a man. He was quite dead, but, told), she resolved to explain all, but she pronestled down close by his side, with one of crastinated, till her lover, no longer able to her little hands on his face, was a child, restrain his anxiety, and full of excitements about two years of age. Jean Maurice Sorel, and fears and perturbations, followed her at although long inured to repulsive sights, had some little distance, just at twilight, and saw not grown callous to misery. By birth he or fancied he saw her enter La Morgue. It was considerably above his somewhat igno- was too much for his nervous temperament. minious office; he had narrowly escaped with His brain caught fire-he came home raving his life when Louis XVI. was brought to the with delirium and DIED! Now you have scaffold, for some indiscreet expressions that the whole." savored too much of royalty ; but in the tumults which succeeded, he had, he scarcely
A LEGEND. knew how, through some influence with the TRANSLATED FOR THE INTERNATIONAL FROM THE SPANISH, chief of one of the departments, been ap
BY MRS, M. E. HEWITT pointed to this repulsive duty. But as I have
"Sin vos, y sin Dios y mi,"
MHE motto that with trembling hand I write, said, his heart was just as kind as ever, after
1 And deep is traced upon this heart of mine, many years discharge of it; and Jean Mau In olden tiine a loyal Christian knight rice Sorel, instead of repining at his lot, bless Bore graven on his shield to Palestine.
" Sin ros," it saith, "if I am without thee," porting a wife and children, while so many of
Beloved! whose thought surrounds me every where
“Sin Dios," I am without God, “y mi," his old friends had literally starved to death. And in myself I have no longer share. Such was the person who stumbled over the Where pealed the clash of war, the mighty din, body of the dead man, and discovered the Where trump and cymbal crashed along the sky;
High o'er the "Il Allah !" of the Moslemín, living child beside it. He called at once for
"God and my lady !" rang his battle-cry. assistance, and had the corpse conveyed to
His white plume waved where fiercest raged the fight his house, while he carried the little girl in His arm was strong the Paynim's course to stem: his arms. She was too young to give any in
His foot was foremost on the sacred height,
To plant the Cross above Jerusalem. formation about herself, but on searching the
False proved the lady, and thenceforth the knight, pockets of the deceased, several papers were
Casting aside the buckler and the brand, found which disclosed enough to satisfy Jean Lived, an austere and lonely anchorite, Maurice Sorel that in the wasted, attenuated
In a drear mountain-cave in Holy Land. form before him, he beheld his once friend
There, bowed before the Crucifix in prayer,
He would dash madly down his rosary, and benefactor the Marquis de Coigny, who, And cry " Beloved !" in tones of wild despair, he supposed, had perished by the guillotine “I bave lost God, and sell, in losing thee !" in the revolution. The papers permitted no And I, if thus my life's sweet hope were o'er, doubt of the fact that the little girl was his
An echo of the knight's despair must be;
Thus I were lost, if loved by thee no more, granddaughter and only descendant, and she! For, ah ! myself and beaven are merged'in thos.
I vent, and under the convent apothecary proCAGLIOSTRO, THE MAGICIAN.
ceeded to learn certain arts and mysteries WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MONTHLY YAGAZINE
of the retorts and alembics (which lucky BY CHARLES WYLLYS ELLIOTT.
knowledge, after that, came to use), while he UT NOW, then, that in the year 1743, in was learning his other trade of monkery and
K the city of Palermo, the family of mass-chanting, we will omit. It is enough Signor Pietro Balsamo, a shopkeeper, were to know, that he would not answer for the exhilarated by the birth of a boy. Such oc- convent, and was again afloat on the wide sea currences have now become so frequent, that, of existence. That he floated is certain ; for miraculous as they are, they occasion little he has a fair cousin living in the house with astonishment;" and, it may be well to add, him, and she again has a lover. Beppo stathat, except in some curious cases, there is tions himself as go-between; delivers letters; no longer that exhilaration now felt, but, as fails not to drop hints that a lady to be won in Ireland, a leaden sense of future woe. We or kept must be generously treated; that are not told by the parents that any strange such and such a pair of ear-rings, watch, or or miraculous appearance attended or pre- sum of money, would work wonders: wbich ceded this advent, though one cannot but valuables, adds the wooden Roman biograbelieve that the future Archimagus and bis pher, he then appropriated furtively." Slowfollowers must have had a more or less dis-ly but certainly he makes his way: "tries tinct opinion upon this point. Not to lose his hand at forging" theatre tickets-a will time in speculation, we learn that “we have even, “ for the benefit of a certain religious here found in the Count Alessandro di Cag- house;" and, further on, can tell fortunes, liostro (the above-named boy), pupil of the and show visions in a small way-all these Bage, Aìtholas—foster-child of the Scherif of inspirations are vouchsafed him, or, rather, Mecca-probable son of the last king of Tre- these things he is permitted to do, and others bizond; named also Acharat, and unfortunate not to be mentioned here. child of nature; by profession, healer of dis | It is well to note, that in all times, and eases, abolisher of wrinkles, friend of the poor among all peoples, there is a deep and proand impotent, grand-master of the Egyptian found conviction that there is not only & Mason lodge of High Science, spirit summoner, "short and certain " way of getting to heagold cork, grand cophta, prophet, priest, and ven, and to know the eternal truths, but also thaumaturgic moralist and swindler; really a that these earthly treasures do exist, in unLIAR of the first magnitude; thorough-paced told quantity, in the elements, and if one in all provinces of lying, what one may call could only discover the secret by which the their king."
gases could be condensed into solid gold, or Under the common tent, the great canopy the gnomes be persuaded or compelled to 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 age arrives, and spirits will do our bidding in noble author let the blame, if any, hang, this matter of gold and diamonds. The while we now proceed to dip in, here and“ boy," as he grew, discovered this worldthere, to his magic page.
wide capacity; and who should have this As the boy grows, we learn, that “as power of setting the "spirits" to work but he? he skulks about there, plundering, pilfering, “Walking one day in the fields with a cerplaying dog's-tricks, with his finger in every tain ninny of a goldsmith, named Marano, mischief, 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 à 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 bas 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 à “brazen impudence developes itself, the ounces' — sees magic circles drawn in the crowning gift," &c. “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 anspiciousconditional world, and if he will employ his ly quiver—and at length demands, peremptocapability of eating (or enjoying) must first, rily, that the treasure be dug !" in some measure, work and suffer. Conten- Alas! why is it that the "spirits" so often tion enough hereupon; but now dimly arises, fail us at our sorest need? Do they deceive or reproduces itself, the question, Whether us; and, if not, who does? The treasure there were not a shorter road—that of steal- vanishes, or does not appear, the conditions ing !"
are imperfect," and the “ninny of a goldBut how he was entered into the con-smith" being roughly handled by these spi