First of all, you have stolen my daughter; that, if I do not mistake, is a crime by no means approved of by law. Afterwards, in order that she might inherit the fortune left her by your brother-in-law, you have produced an extract of birth which you have applied to my daughter, when the proof of your own child's death lies at Ancona. Secundo, in order to publish the banns of the pretended Mademoiselle Lig-de Crivelin. ny de Crivelin, you have made use of a title equally false. These facts are incontestable. Now let us reason:

"For having affixed a signature not my own at the bottom of a piece of stamped paper, I have been condemned to fifteen years' hard labor at the galleys. I am mis- "No menaces of this kind,' he shouted, erable and dishonored, and I owe my ab- or I force you to beg for mercy on your sence from the bagné at this present mo- knees; or I compel your wife and my daughment but to the general supposition that I ter to come here and kiss the dust of my am dead. You, on the contrary, for hav-shoes. I give you two hours to make up ing falsely used an authentic act-for having your mind; in two hours' time I shall be deprived others, the rightful heirs, of an here.'

"Thus speaking, M. de Civelin's visitor and laugh-tears in their eyes, sobs rising quitted the house." to their throats, and despair and anguish

"This is a very sad history," said Ripon-rankling at their hearts."

neau.

"But what have they done? what do they mean to do?" inquired Riponneau. "A large sum of money has rid them for the present, of their terrible visitor; but he is liable to return again at any moment, and, what is more, in a few years' time, his punishment will be nonsuited, that is to say, that because he has been enabled to evade the bagné during twenty years, he will be as clear in the eye of the law, as the man who may have remained all that time fastened to his chain; and then he will no longer speak with the moderation of one who is fearful for his own safety-he will be the absolute master of the family."

"In the mean time, impelled by the fallibility of their preceding existence, they live during the day as they ought to live, to prevent suspicions, but they weep at night.

"Oh," said the old gentleman, "this was but the commencement; for in the adjoining room were the mother and daughter, whom one of those good faithful domestics who never fail to tell you whatever is disagreeable, had warned that M. de Crivelin was closeted with a man who had all the appearance of an assassin, and that that circumstance had much alarmed the good people of the antechamber. This charitable intelligence, joined to the agitation which Madame de Crivelin had perceived in her husband's manner, induced her to lend an ear to what was going forward in the neighboring apartment. On seeing the dreadfully agitated state into which her mother was thrown, on hearing the stifled cries which burst from her overcharged bosom, Adéle listened in her turn, and both learned at the same time the horrible se- It is there, at their melancholy fireside, cret which struck them both with an equal blow; the secret which whispered to the mother, This is not thy daughter; to the daughter, This is not thy mother. This was the reason why, on entering his daughter's bedchamber, M. de Crivelin found them both weeping, sobbing, and holding each minded-because she is proud of being other convulsively embraced; for Madame de Crivelin no longer wept the dead child which she had scarcely known; she wept for the child she had brought up, whose mind, in her divine maternal power, she had fashioned on the model of her ownthe child that she had passionately loved, and that had returned her love with an affection no less ardent and sincere.

that all three watch and weep-there pass those long conferences, mingled with bitter tears, and vows never to separate from each other. This is not all, Monsieur, Adéle loves M. de Formont, she loves him because he is brave, generous, and noble

loved by him; and it is precisely because she is loved with this pure and noble affection, that she is unwilling to deceive himshe is determined that the happiness of this loved being shall never be destroyed by the apparition of that miserable drunkard, who might rush into the presence of her husband, and declare himself the father of his wife. Adéle will not marry the Count de Formont."

"But what can we do? what can we say?" have cried Monsieur and Madame de Crivelin. And this poor child has replied; "As it is for me that you suffer thus, it is for me to take upon myself the blame and misery of this rupture."

"It was then above all that the drama began with its anguish, its transports and its tears; and during the eight days that has lasted, Monsieur, all has been despair, anguish and terror in this house. And yet, on the following day, they were obliged to go to a magnificent dinner given by the Count de Formont's mother; and, in order that the secret of their misfortune "She has kept her word, Monsieur; durshould not transpire out of doors, these ing these last eight days, she has endeavorthree happy persons whom you have envied ed by show of affection and indifference, went there; and, as they were all three very foreign to her own naturally open and more serious than usual, and looked pale affectionate manner, to estrange her lover and cast down, they were overwhelmed from her side; she endeavors to chill his with joyous felicitations upon the fatigue affection for her by her coldness and recaused by their splendid fête. Their serve; you may judge what this costs her. healths were drunk; the future bride and As I said before, the hour comes when the bridegroom were toasted, and these happy comedy finishes, and the drama of real life people were obliged to smile, and talk, begins, and then the torments she has

early period; and is said to have exhibited his first fondness for his calling on the occasion of a print which the servant had given him, to keep him quiet. Thus early initiated, he found materials for his purpose in his father's house. He drew, read, and resolved; and, Reynolds' "Discourses" attracting his attention, he became, before he was eighteen years of age, an enthusiast in high Art, whose first word was Raphael, and his second, Michael Angelo.

Thus irrevocably a painter, he left for London, on the 14th of May, 1804; and entered his name as a student of the Royal Academy. His skill and attention were soon noticed. Prince Hoare introduced him to Fuseli-an introduction which had something to do, per

caused her lover, fall back with agonizing power upon herself. In the morning, she weeps for the pain she must cause-in the evening, for that which she has caused. And this is not all; every day M. and Madame de Crivelin behold their child sinking beneath the unequal combat she sustains against herself-against her love against the misery she causes, and that which she feels within her own heart. This morning, when the physician called, he found her suffering under a violent attack of fever, and there, now she is ill. This is nothing in the eyes of the world-a mere nervous indisposition, which, in a few days, will have altogether disappeared; and the Cri-haps, with the after errors and eccentricities velins are no less a happy family. And you, you, the very first, you must stamp your feet, and beat the walls with your fists, because the pleasures of these happy people importune, and afflict you. Do you desire their pleasures, young man? Oh! at this very moment, how willingly would they exchange their rich apartments, their sumptuous equipages, and their millions, for your garret, your umbrella, and your eighteen hundred francs a year!"

MR. B. R. HAYDON,

BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON, forty years a wanderer in the wilderness of high Art, fell by his own hand, in his own painting-room, on Monday last. His health is said to have been good, but his mind had been unsettled for some time past; and his pecuniary affairs, from the failure of his recent exhibition, very much embarrassed. Something was done, it appears, to relieve the pressing nature of his necessities, as soon as they were known; and the generous aid afforded by Sir Robert Peel (and at such a time) will be remembered, to his honor, whenever the history of Mr. Haydon's life is written at any length, or the Calamities of Artists shall be taken as a subject for some later D'Israeli to describe.

Mr. Haydon was born on the 26th January, 1786, at Plymouth,-where his father was a bookseller of good reputation. He was educated at Plymouth Grammar School; and afterwards removed to Plympton, where his education was completed in the same grammar school in which Sir Joshua Reynolds acquired all the scholastic knowledge he ever received. Haydon, in after-life, was fond of referring to this circumstance; nor unwilling, indeed, to have it said, that his father, who drew a little himself, had given him the Scriptural name in the thought that, as Plympton had sent a Sir Joshua into the world, Plymouth might send her Sir Benjamin, to follow.

The boy evinced a love for Art at a very

of his character and style. Fuseli was fearless and outspoken-and Haydon became the same; Fuseli in painting was violent in action and exaggerated in expression-and Haydon was, at once, his admiring imitator. Thus injuriously misled, he never recovered from the false worship of his early faith; but, through the whole course of a long and active career, drawing for the tranquil grandeur of Michael mistook Fuseli's exaggeration of attitude and Angelo and Raphael.

He was in his twenty-first year, when he sent, in 1807, his first work to the Royal Academy Exhibition. The title alone will show the daring of the lad-" Joseph and Mary resting with our Saviour, after a Day's Journey on the road to Egypt." Anastasius Hope became the purchaser; and thus urged on by the reputation acquired by his first work, he stripped for a greater effort, and lay by for a year to vindicate the predilection of his friends. Nor was his next work, his "Dentatus,” an unworthy effort at such a time. The story was well told-the drawing, in parts, good-and Lord Mulgrave (a patron of the Arts) had bought it while it was as yet raw upon the painter's easel.

His next great work was the picture of "Christ's Entry into Jerusalem," begun in 1814, and shown to the public, for the first time, in 1820, in an exhibition of his own in Bond-street. He was proud of this picture,and perhaps with reason; though the circumstance of its remaining upon his hands may have inspired his spoken predilections in its favor. He re-exhibited it in 1829,-and with some pomp of description in the catalogue. "It has not been nursed," he says, "in warm galleries and fine lights; but has been lying about in dust and darkness, in cellars and warehouses, for eight years; and yet every one will admit its color is uninjured and the surface uncracked. The reason is, the only vehicle used was fine linseed oil, unmixed with any other material; and no juice or varnish of any description has been put on its surface. I never varnished but two pictures'Romeo and Juliet' and 'Dentatus'—and they both are cracked. ' Three of the heads in this picture will attract attention-Wordsworth,

Hazlitt, and Keats; an odd combination,but all Haydon's doings differed from those of other people.

Still undaunted in his pursuits-and with the large picture of Christ upon his handshe began a second, "Christ in the Garden," and a third in the same high walk, called "Christ rejected." Contests of all kinds were welcome to his nature; and he engaged in a controversy about the Elgin Marbles-wrote with spirit and vehemence--attracted attention, and lost friends. He now (May 1821) married. New difficulties heset him; and people became afraid to employ a painter so turbulent in spirit, and so monstrous in the size of the canvas he selected for his pictures. His debts increasing, he became an inmate, for a time, of the King's Bench Prison. Here, he was a witness of the celebrated Mock Election which took place there in July, 1827;-and, struck with the picturesque character of the scene, he embodied it on canvas, and found a purchaser for it, at 500 guineas, in King George IV. He had friends to assist him, at this time; and, once more at ease, he began a picture of "Eucles"--a subscription being set on foot to take it off his hands by a public raffle. Sir Walter Scott interested himself in the subscription; and mentions, in his Diary, that he had sat to Haydon for his portrait. "He is certainly a clever fellow," he says, "but too enthusiastic,--which distress seems to have cured in some degree. His wife, a pretty woman, looked happy to see me and that is something. Yet it was very little I could do to help them."

least four copies-one for Sir Robert Peel, a second for the Duke of Devonshire, a third for the Duke of Sutherland, and the fourth for we forget whom. This is a suggestive picture; coarse in its execution, but well conceived. It has been engraved,-and was popular as an engraving; but a second picture of the same character, "The Duke on the Field of Waterloo," was a poor companion. His last works were "Curtius leaping into the Gulf,"-" Uriel and Satan,"-and the pictures which formed his recent Exhibition at the Egyptian Hall. He had been working at a picture of "Alfred and the Trial by Jury," on the morning of his death.

Haydon's history is a sad lesson; and, properly told, will be of greater service to artists than his pictures can. He was too much of an enthusiast-too haughty-too vain-and too much like poor James Barry, to succeed. His treatment of Sir George Beaumont was foolish in the extreme. Beaumont had given him a commission for a picture from "Macbeth," of a certain size, and for a certain position in his room. Haydon, then a young man, accepted the commission, with thanks,--and began a picture three time the size appointed. Remonstrance was ineffectual. Genius knew no fetters--and wonders were to be wrought When the work was done, great was Haydon's astonishment at finding that Beaumont was not delighted with him for exceeding his commission, and painting a picture for which his patron had no room. But peace to his faults! With more of care and less of enthusiasm, he might have achieved a reputation less likely to The success of the "Mock Election"--the be impaired than the fame he fancied he had work, he tells us, of four months--justified an- won from a future generation competent to unother attempt in the same line; and he com-derstand the solid principles of his style. Formenced a second picture, called "Chairing the Members--a scene from the Mock Election." This he exhibited at the Bazaar in Bond-street, in 1829; and found a purchaser, at 300 guineas, in Mr. Francis, of Exeter. Another picture of the same period was his "Pharaoh dismissing Moses, at the dead of the night, after the Passover"--bought, we High is our calling, Friend! Creative Art believe, by Mr. Hunter, an East India mer- (Whether the instrument of words she use, chant, for the sum of 500 guineas. "I gave, Or pencil pregnant with ethereal hues) when very young," he has been heard to say, Demands the service of a mind and heart, "early indications of a spirit inimical to the Though sensitive, yet in their weaker part supremacy of portrait:"-but, his wants in- Heroically fashioned-to infuse creasing, with his family, he took to portrait-While the whole world seems adverse to desert. Faith in the whispers of the lonely Muse, painting for a time, and advertised his price And oh! when Nature sinks, as oft she may, for a whole-length to be 150 guineas. People Through long-lived pressure of obscure distress, refused to sit, however; and his additions to Still to be strenuous for the bright reward, the portrait branch of his art were few or none. And in the soul admit of no decay, The Great Banquet at Guildhall, at the Brook no continuance of weak-mindednesspassing of the Reform Bill, was the next sub- Great is the glory, for the strife is hard! ject of magnitude that engaged Mr. Haydon's attention. He brooded over it for a long period of time—and made a sad jumble of a scene in itself a jumble. The perspective, we remember, was very bad. Another picture of the period was his "Napoleon musing at St. Helena ;"* of which he painted, we believe, at

* Published in the Eclectic Magazine.

gotten, however, he cannot be. His "Lectures" will assist in securing his name; and if they are found insufficient, Wordsworth has helped him to an immortality:

To B. R. Haydon, Esq.

Athenæum.

BOOK-KEEPING -A friend who has suffered

largely by lending books, begs us to state that the reason people never return borrowed books is, that it is so much easier to retain the volumes than what is in them.