an unaffected dignity, which displayed in its full extent the strength of her soul. A long string of captious and distressing questions which were put to her, were not able to disconcert her; het answers were short, pertinent and precise; she calmly insis.ed that she could not reproach herself with any crime: and her unexpected fortitude and coolness, threw the commissioners into the utmost embarrassracnt. The can. ning Schak saw plainly that he must in vain attempt to cope with the understanding of the Queen; but he hoped that her heart was but added immediately, that Struenscc had not only actually made this confession, but had confirmed it in his examination, and had even signed it; but that, as the Queen denied the truth, nothing but the most excruciating tortures, and the most ignominious death, could atone for so gross a violation of the Queen of Denmark. This was a thunderbolt to the unfortunate princess; she fell back senseless upon her chair; her colour left her checks, and a deadly paleness occupied its place. Her regard for her honour strug not equally proof against his sub-gled violently with her feelings.---tlety; and he promised himself as complete success in an attack upon the tenderness of her dispo sition, as she had in defeating his sophistical reasoning. He therefore made use of a stratagem, in order to procure from her that confession which alone could give validity to the sentence they were She at last recovered; and said, with a faultering voice," And if I confess what Struensee has sait to be true, may he then hope fr mercy at the hands of his judges?" She at the same time cast her beautiful eyes at Count Schak, with a look full of fear and hope, and expressive of every thing her previously determined to pro-lips dared not to utter. The nounce, that led him to an action by which his name will be forever branded with infamy. He abruptly informed the queen that Count Struensee had made a confession highly disgraceful to the honor and dignity of her majesty. "Impossible!" cried the astonished Matilda; "Strucasce never could make such a confession; and, if he did, I deny every thing he has said." Schak was countenance of Sclaimediately cleared up; he bowed assent, in a manner which the queen might interpret as favourably as she pleased; and presented to her a paper containing the accusations against herself, to which nothing was wanting to complete the triuph of her enemies but her signature. This dreadful instrument of her destruction renewed in the mind of the queen the most violent emotie, and her whole frame too cunning, to suffer her to reco-was in the greatest agitation. She wer her fright and astonishment; suddenly seemed to exert her ut most fortitude; she took a pen || long and very interesting conver and began, with trembling hand, to write her name. She had already finished the letters CAROL-- when casting a glance at Schak, she saw his eyes eagerly fixed upon her hand; he trembled with impatience, and betrayed in his face the malicious joy of triumphant treachery. In a moment she was convinced of the base arts practised against her; she threw away the pen, and cried with the strongest emotion, "I am shamefully deceived; Struensee never accused me; I know him too well; he never could have been guilty of so great a crime." She endeavoured to rise, but her strength failed her; she sunk down, fainted, and fell back into her seat. With the most impudent audacity Schak then immediately took up the pen, put it between her fingers, and grasping her hand in his, he guided it; and before the unfortunate princess again recovered, she had added the letters-INA MATILDA. The commissioners having finished their examination, an extraordinary tribunal was formed to try the queen, and the advocate who conducted the accusation in the name of the king, demanded a sentence of divorce. Uhldal, her majesty's advocate, requested a delay of a few days, and permission to consult the queen on the manner of conducting her defence. This was granted; and he repaired to Cronenburg, where he had a sation with his royal client. (To be concluded.) WAR-A DREAM. (Concluded) "PRINCES, Conquerors, generals, warriors, lay down your assumed greatness, ye men of blood, and tremble; you have armed nation against nation, you have fostered the serpent of war, you have gloried in devastation, and must answer for the blood which has been shed at your command. Yet the hardened villains who did not shudder to obey you, whom gold seduced or inclination promped to become your accomplices, shall meet with the same punishment. What right has a man to inflict death upon another? does not his life belong to his Almighty creator? His destruction is a blow you aim at the Supreme Being; tremble, homicides, and prostrate before me. No excuse can shel ter your guilt; your brothers' blood calls aloud for vengeance; every goary stain shall be repaid with the devouring flames of remorse during several ages; and regret shall still damp your joy when the clemency of God shall forgive the least criminal amongst you, for each spot is indelible. The wish of obtaining the admiration of posterity was the me tive of your actions, you exclaim; || well, you are doomed to suffer till the happy moment comes when the enlightened world will curse wars and those who have kindled its fires. Alexander, thy name must be pronounced with horror by the inhabitants of that earth where thy folly ordered altars to be erected to thine honor; all those who have been led astray by thy example, must be ranked amongst the greatest criminals before a ray of hope of forgiveness can cheer thy heart. Bear thy torments with patience, thou hast already lost the opinion of men, thy exploits are deemed acts of injustice, and the voice of truth begins to thunder against thy modern imitator." slaughter of mankind a fit subject for the language of the gods to celebrate? You ought to have bathed the wounds of suffering humanity with your tears; to have employed the vast genius with which nature had endowed your soul to enforce her sacred and eternal rights. Your poems would then have been more sublime and worthy of admiration. By exposing the sons of war to the contempt of nations, and the hatred of posterity, you would have overturned the car of sanguinary fame, and torn the purple mantle from her shoulders. Humanity, weeping with joy, would have clasped you to her bosom, the praise of the virtuous and the wise, and the approving smile of Hea7en, would have repaid your toils.But now whilst thy works are read and admired on account of the melody of thy numbers, the abuse thou hast made of thy superior talents shall meet with its due recompence. Alas! Virgil, Horace and Ovid, these eminent bards, these cow Another skeleton burst from the crowd and fell prostrate at the feet of Justice. The voice on the left became its interpreter. "O divine Justice,' it exclaimed, 'I am entirely covered with blood, it burns, it devours me, and yet I have never slain any man.' The voice on the right answered: 'Thou hast never slain thy fellowardly flatterers of lawless power, creatures, but thou hast celebrated the heroes who feasted on death and plunder, thou hast made their names and the bad example of their crimes immortal. Thou hast bound the temples of the murderers with laurels, and paint ed to the eyes of mortals a false glory, that stands on the ruins of desolated cities, of polluted altars,. and flaming palaces. Was the followed the steps of this disconsolate shade. They were punished, like Homer, for having praised and caressed the monster who signed the proscription of the noblest Roman citizens; for having deceived the world with harmonious but servile numbers, and given the shameful example of calling Gods those who wear or usurp a diadem. All the histo rians who concealed truth, all the flatterers who advised those crimes which they feared to commit, all who abused the noble science of eloquence and perverted its end, received the same punishment as though they had shed human blood. They were ranged amidst the foes to humanity, and in reality, Machiavel was in his closet, when wielding his pen, what the ferocious Nero was on his throne. 'Appear now, beloved heroes,' said Justice, who have only fought to conquer peace! Ye ose valour has been a shield to the eak, a shelter for virtue and innocence: equally superior to your enemies both in wisdom and true courage. Approach, humane Warriors, venerable defenders of your country, benefactors of mankind. You mix your tears with the blood which you were compelled to shed; sorrow no more and cease to regret the past; nature, whose cause you espoused, pleads aloud in your favour.' She finished, and I beheld Sesostris, Epamnondas, both Scipios, Marcus Aurelius, Charlemagne, and Henry IV. They were spotless; the <lazzling beams of the sun of truth streamed around them, and increased the darkness of the stains of the guilty. On a sudden Justice nodded, and the latter were plunged into the gulfs of Hell, there to dwell in torments till remorse should hasten the rapturous hour of mercy. I found myself among the few who were per mitted to lift up the hands of gratitude towards Heaven; how joyfully beat my heart, I was freed from the company of the wicked, and mingled with the chosen servants of God, whose hymns of praise and adoration gladdened the listening host of the sky. On a sudden a discharge of artillery burst my slumbers; it was intended to proclaim a victory.--The people who only perceive the splendour of a triumph, shouted with exultation; whilst I, stealing away from the tumultuous scene of popular rejoicings, retired to a lonely spot, sheltered by distance from the pealing thunders of the cannon, and the intoxication of the multitude; and beneath the wing of peace and silence, wrote the foregoing dream still warm in my E. R. memory. For the Lady's Miscellany. .... VARIETY. ORIGINAL AND SELECTED. MEN MORE SUSCEPTIBLE OF FLATTERY THAN WOMEN. Travelling lately with a numerous company, among whom were some elegant and intelligent ladies flattery became the topic of conversation. One of the ladies declared that it was her opinion that men were more susceptible of, and more easily duped by, this master key to the human heart, than no men. The gentlemen present were quite surprised at such an attack npon the understanding of their sex, and instantly called for proofs of this very paradoxical opinion. The lady, a Miss L of Boston, said that men were so little accustomed to flattery, that they generally devoured it with greediness, whenever it was tendered to them, however coarse or gross it might be but that it was so very lavishly bestowed upon women, that they received it as mere matter of course, and paid it very little attention. This argument silenced if it did not convince her male auditors SERIOUS WARNING TO DUELLISTS! A duel was fought a few days since in Cornwall, when both the combatants fell at the first fire! -a catastrophe imputed to the extraordinary conduct of the second (for there was but one,) who assisted on the occasion. It seems the parties-a commercial ambassa posely pulled the trigger, when both combatants fell-at the sound! -one over a precipice, the other into the mud; and the gentleman to whom we owe our account says, he left the former in charge of a nurse-the latter of a washerwoman! London paper. ENERGETIC BIOGRAPHY. Baron Frederick Trenck thuts sums up the life, death, and churacter of his cousin, Baron Francis Trenck, the celebrated fandour of Austria. He lived the tyrant and enemy of the human race, and died a holy scoundrel.' DUTCH WIT. The Empress of all the Russias, Catharine II. is represented erect on a Dutch medal, with one foot on the Patriarchal Church of St. Petersbuagh, and with the other on the Patriarchal Church of Moscow, whilst the King of Prussia is standing under, looking up and saying, "Good God, what a stride!" From London, and a gentleman of the heighorhood, being "flush'd with the Tuscan grape and in high blood," quarrelled; and in the impatience of their valor, having no other arms at hand, proceeded to the work of death with a single musket. The toss of a dollar, which gave the first fire to one, fixed the other as his fatal mark. The single second, charged the musket; and in the act of delivering it, with elevated muzzle, pur-"and crying, "what a grasper." This puts us in mind of a caricature in London, in which Dr. Lynch is exhibited with one foot on St. Paul's, and the other on Westminster Abbey, holding Norwich in his right hand, and another church in his left, and the minor canons looking up to him, |
