Afterward, we found it would be acceptable to wait upon the Prencess also, which we did this night, and had a little discourse to her, who received the same very well, and desired the continuation of the good prayers of our Church, for the royal family; and then called for the two prencesses, and told us she had a son who was elder than any of them, and hoped that these, her children, should secure the succession to the royal family.

The Prince and Princess here spoken of, afterwards ascended the throne as George II. and Queen Caroline. Her son, in after life, was known as Frederick, Prince of Wales, and was grandfather of his present Majesty.

After mentioning that the King "was pleased to appoint each of us a present of one hundred pounds sterling," Mr. Hart gives the following account of another interview which the commissioners had with the royal family, when they were about “to take journey for Scotland."

This day we had access to King George, being introduced by the Duke of Montrose. We had our audience in publick, the King coming ont to the bedchamber of state, where there were a great number of noblemen and gentlemen present. Mr. Carstairs made a short speech in English, in which he expressed the grateful sense we had of his royal goodness, and that we would endeavour, more than by words, to express our loyalty and faithfulness to his Majestie's person and government, and that we would, in our stations, endeavour to promote what would be for the honor and quiet of his government. After which we made a low bow and retired. The King bowed to us, with a pleasant smiling

countenance.

After this we went to the Prince's apartment, where we had access to the Prince of Wales; and, after a short speech, made by Mr. Carstairs, to his royal highness, expressing our sincere affection and duty to his royal person and his royal progenie; and, something to this purpose, he answered, in French, that he would never be wanting to lay hold, on all occasions that should offer to show, how great his affection was to the Church of Scotland, of whose loyalty and fidelity to the royal family he was fully assured.

After this we went to the Prencess, her apartment, where we had access to her royal highness; and, Mr. Carstairs made a short speech, much to the same purpose with what he spoke to the Prence; and she pleasantly answered, I desire your good prayers for me and the royal family, and I shall be glad of every opportunitie, to show my sincere concern for the good and welfare of the Church of Scotland.

Here we stop for the present. To-morrow, our readers will be pleased to accompany Mr. Hart on his journey homewards.

CHARACTER OF HAIRBRAIN.

Nature has infused a degree of eccentricity into the minds of some men, which prevents them from acting like other people, and immediately discovers itself in their manner and address. One cannot see Mr. Hairbrain without directly perceiving that he has something queer about him, and discovering very shortly that he is strongly tinctured with this quality. His countenance expresses a wildness of idea, and his attitudes and motions are quick and changeable. His dress bids defiance to shape and costume, and is generally unsuitable to the weather and the occasion. His house, which was built by himself, may be said to be of the composite order of architecture, being a medley of all the others, including Arabesque and Chinese. It is extremely ill laid out, abounding in confined apartments, narrow staircases, "rich windows that exclude the light, and passages that lead to nothing." His grounds are a map of his own mind, discovering all its caprices. Trees and hedges, cut into fantastical shapes and figures, clumps, planted so as to intercept his view, fine scenery shut out by dead walls, and a beautiful piece of water, formed at a great expense, quite out of sight. In the choice of his companions, Mr. Hairbrain contrives, somehow or other, always to fix upon those that are most unsuitable to his age and station. When he gives an entertainment, he seldom fails to leave out some who ought to have been invited, and supply their places with others who are objectionable. The company generally arrives at different hours, in consequence of mistakes in his cards of invitation, which defeats the skill of his cook. When dinner is at last announced, he presents his arm to the lady who has the least pretension to that honour, but who runs the

risk of having a plate of soup in her lap from our hero's awkwardness. In carving, he invariably misses the joint, and spatters the gravy about-misnames his guests asks the same person to drink wine with him several times and frequently manages to introduce some topic, painful to the feelings of one or more of the party.

Mr. Hairbrain is extremely variable in his humours and pursuits. Sometimes he is sunk in despondency, sometimes in very high spirits. To-day he is penurious, the next, proportionally extravagant. There are times, when the tender passion seizes upon him, and converts him into a lover, although he has never yet been able to prevail on any fair one to unite her fate to his. He frequently enters keenly into the politics of the day, and is as often an economist or a theoretical farmer. At some seasons he becomes a universal Dilettanti, and is all devoted to the fine arts. In this inroad, he writes verses, scrapes on the violin, employs his pencil on the picturesque, or chisels a block of stone. On occasions, he gives himself up to

the graces, affects the exquisite, and exhibits a com plete caricature of dandyism. Thus accomplished, he mixes in the amusements of the beau monde, and sometimes joins the merry dance; in the exercise of which last recreation, however, he too frequently interferes with the enjoyment of others, by confusing the figure, treading on the toes of those near him, or throwing himself or his partner down.

Yet, notwithstanding all this, Mr. Hairbrain is one of the kindliest creatures in the world. He has done a thousand beneficent things, and, while we laugh at his eccentricities and blunders, we cannot help, at the same time, doing justice to the goodness of his heart.

THE FAIR PENITENT.

FROM MY THEATRICAL NOTE BOOK.-NO. II.

C.

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THE following extraordinary incident is authenticated to have taken place in the theatre of Walsham, in Norfolk, during the performance of "The Fair Penitent." An actress, named Mrs. Barry, who had been a second time married, it seems, played Calista. had entered upon the scene of the charnel-house in the last act, and was about to lift the skull, peculiar to the scene, when, after examining it for an instant particularly, she was suddenly seized with an involuntary horror which, at once, paralyzed all her energies. She dropped upon the stage, and, being taken up insensible, was carried home in a very dangerous condition. Her illness continued during the night, but abated somewhat in the morning. Next day, so soon as she was sufficiently recovered to converse, she sent for the property-man of the theatre, and enquired, with the greatest agitation of look and gesture, where he had obtained the skull of the preceding evening. He replied, that he had procured it from the village sexton, who reported it to be that of a player of the name of Norris, who died many years back. "I knew it," she added, "it is the skull of my former husband." She survived the shock only a few days.

A highly humorous incident is related of a performance of the same play in one of the London theatres. Lothario being killed by Altamont, in the fourth act, is exhibited, by proxy, as dead in the fifth act-being laid on a bier, in the front of the stage, and covered with mourning habiliments. It was customary, at that time, for the principal performers each to have a servant for himself, provided by the management, for the purpose of assisting in dressing the character. On the present occasion, Powell had played Lothario, and his dresser, a person of the name of Warren, claimed the privilege of lying down on the bier to represent the dead lover in the following act. He had done so, and the scene was now in progress, when Powell, anxious to 'be dressed for the afterpiece, and, altogether ignorant

of the previous arrangement, was traversing the back part of the stage in every direction, and calling aloud for his runaway servant. Warren whispered from the bier, "Here, Sir." "Where, Sir?" rejoined Powell. The other replied, a little louder, in the same words, "Here, Sir." Powell, now frantic with rage and unable to divine whence the sound issued, stamped and swore, that, unless he instantly appeared, he would break every bone in his body-upon which poor Warren, aware of Powell's hasty temper, and, fearful of meeting him thus exasperated, jumped up before the whole audience and ran off at the nearest wing, dragging with him bier, sables, and crapes, amidst a tumultuous roar of laughter from all parts of the house and stage.

DEATH OF GOETHE.

THE greatest of all the Literateurs of Germany is departed. For more than half a century has Goethe been regarded, not only as the first of German writers, but also, has he of late been looked upon as the very Nestor of European Literature. The works of no man perhaps ever obtained, during their author's lifetime, a greater share of public attention, while with the solitary exceptio-n.of Sir Walter Scott, was there none, who at this mornent, may be said to have obtained a greater European reputation than the author of Faust. The following sketch of his literary life has been translated from a German paper.

John Wolfgang von Goethe was born at Frankfort on the 28th of August, 1749, and died at Weimar on the 22d of March, 1832, aged eighty-two years and seven months. Although he had attained this great age, his vigorous constitution seemed still to promise some years of life, and his death excited at Weimar a feeling of surprise as well as sorrow. This is not the moment to enter into any details of his life, or review of his works; and we shall confine ourselves to a few particulars of his last moments. About a week before his death he caught cold, which brought on a catarrh. A few day's care, however, seemed to have removed this complaint; but in the night of the 19th the pains in the breast returned, and a severe fit of fever followed. He would not make his family uneasy, and had nobody called it was not till eight o'clock in the morning that he sent for his physician, Dr. Vogel, who, by his skill and attention, had before frequently relieved him when seriously ill. The Dr. found his patient in a shivering fit, and complaining of violent pain in the side. The warmth of the body was, however, restored after a time, and the pains abated; but, during the night and in the following day, the pains returned; yet at times the patient was easy and composed. One of the accounts that have been published says, he felt himself so much better on the very morning of his death, that he expressed his pleasure at the approach of spring, expecting that the fine weather would benefit him; and he had even ordered several books to be brought and placed on the table before him, intending to consult them. During the night, he had fallen into a slumber, and his mind appeared to be cheered by pleasing visions, chiefly happy scenes of his past life. In the morning, being in full possession of his faculties, he conversed cheerfully with his daughter-in-law, who had constantly attended him with the most unremitting and affectionate care, as well as with his grandchildren and friends. About ten o'clock he drank a glass of wine, and then continued to move his right hand in the air, as if writing or drawing (this he was in the habit of doing at other times), still, as it were, embodying the creations of his fancy; till, growing weaker and weaker, his hand dropped on his knee, and he sat on his easy chair, where it still moved as in the act of writing, till the angel of death summoned

him away.

Goethe has appointed Dr. Eckermann, of Hanover, to be the editor of the unpublished MSS. which he has left. This is a choice with which the public have reason to be satisfied, as Dr. E. has already rendered great service by the care he bestowed on the complete edition of our author's works. The admirers of Goethe will certainly be delighted to hear that among the finished MSS. there is an entire volume of his own life, which follows in order the third volume of Wahrheit und Dichtung. It contains the ac

count of his first appearance at Weimar, and of the early years of his life and literary labours in that town, a period in which some of his finest volumes were composed. This volume nearly fills up the interval till his visit to Italy. We may also expect an entire volume of new poems, and the original MS. of Gotz von Berlichingen, which is said to differ very materially from the published play. Besides these, among many other precious relics, there is the second part of Faust, complete in five acts. The last two acts were composed in inverse order-the fifth in the winter of 1830-31, immediately after the receipt of the dreadful news of the death of his only son, which had nearly proved fatal to him. The classicromantic phantasmagoria, Helena (which has been long known,) forms the third act, as a kind of intermezzo. Among the collections of his letters, a whole volume will be published of his correspondence with his friend the musician Zelter, in Berlin, more interesting even than that with Schiller.

The mortal remains of Goethe were deposited, on the 26th of March, with great pomp, in the grand ducal family vault at Weimar, near to those of Schiller. On the same day, the theatre, which had been closed out of respect to his memory, was opened with the representation of his Tasso.

BRIDGE OF SCHAFFHAUSEN.

THIS bridge, across the Rhine at the town of Schaffhausen, was one of the most celebrated of wooden bridges; and the celebrity was the greater, on account of the architect being an illiterate man, who was not likely to have derived much profit from the works that had been written upon the subject. This architect was Ulrick Grubenham. The construction of the Schaffhausen bridge was his first effort; but he was afterwards employed in various other structures of the same description. The width of the Rhine at Schaffhausen is three hundred and sixty-four feet; and the main framing of the bridge was thrown into the form of a single arch, although a pier in the centre of the river divided the water-way into two parts, and also afforded material support to the structure. In this bridge there are regular uprights about seventeen feet and a half apart, and they are crossed by braces resting on the abutments, and inclining towards the centre of the bridge. There were also braces radiating from the central pier, some of them below the roadway, extending to thirty-five feet on each side, and others above. The whole bridge was covered by a ponderous roof. The principal beams in the roadway were joggled throughout the whole length with indentures, like the teeth of two sets of saws, and they were tightened by wedges at each of the cross faces. There were also iron ties from the beam that formed the eaves of the roof, to the principal beam of the floor, which tended to stiffen the bridge for about a fourth part at each extremity of each of the divisions. Some parts of this bridge were overloaded with timber; but the whole of it evinced a very considerable and even uncommon degree of skill, in balancing strains against each other, so as to insure both steadiness and strength. The principal fault in this celebrated bridge consisted in many of the timbers being of great length, so as not to admit of being easily replaced in case of decay. It was burnt down by the French army in the year 1799; and has since been replaced by a more simple wooden bridge, in which the water-way is divided into three parts by two piers, and the road is said to be wider and more convenient.

MISCELLANEA.

THE CARICATA-Was in painting what the broad comedy of farce is in the drama. It was nature strongly drawn, its ridicules exaggerated, and its foibles highly coloured. But still it was nature, and the Caricata of the seventeenth century, is never to be confounded with these course and libellous representations of the human face divine, which humour and malice have frequently resorted to in modern times, for the manifestation of their powers. Among his collections of Caricata, Salvator Rosa, had not only preserved, at their particular request, the likeness of his own friends, but had also added those of many other noted persons in Rome, and he was finishing the precious and now valuable series with his own head, when the pencil dropped from his hand, and he found it impossible to continue the undertaking in the same spirit in which it had been commenced.

It has been asserted that Lord Rodney in the early part of his life, was the first gentleman who ever drove coach horses, with their tails cut as they now are. Previously to his Lordship adopting this fashion, all coach horses had long or what are called bob tails.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

LINES FROM THE GREEK. The bath, obsequious beauty's smile, Wine, fragrance, music's heavenly breath, Can but the bastening hours beguile, And slope the path that leads to death.

LITERARY INTELLIGENCE.

We understand that the "Trials of Charles the First and the Regicides," by Charles Edward Dodd, Esq. is in the press.

It is said that prospectuses are issued for publishing a Series of Engravings, (to be executed in the first style of excellence,) from the most meritorious productions of the late talented Mr. Liverseege; and for this object the Noblemen and Gentlemen who were in possession of his best Works have kindly given permission for their being engraved.

A new edition of "Rejected Addresses" is in the press, to be illustrated with Portraits of the Authors after Harlow, and of all the authors whose works are supposed to be imitated.

"Contarini Fleming," a Psychological Autobiography, is about to be published.

"The Province of Jurisprudence Defined," in Six Essays, by John Austin, Esq. Barrister at Law, is in the press.

FINE ARTS.

THE celebrated Swedish Sculptor Byström has just completed models of a statue of Christ, twelve feet high-of a group of "Charity"-and of two figures of Faith and Hope, ten feet and a half high, which the King of Sweden some time since ordered him to execute for one of the churches in Stockholm. The sculptures themselves are, with the King's permission, to be chiselled in Rome of the finest Italian marble, by Byström himself; and he is to proceed to the south, and commence his labours in that capital in the course of the ensuing autumn.

CURIOUS LAW PAPER.

DEFENCES for JOSEPH PROSER, Esq. Advocate; to the Action at the Instance of PETER PUFFY, of Over Wiggie, lately Hairdresser in Edinburgh.

THE SUMMONS concludes for a sum of money for flour and labour bestowed by the pursuer on the defender's wig, to which the following defences are humbly submitted:-

PRELIMINARY.-The present action is of an alimentary nature, and is not competent before the Supreme Court.

PEREMPTORY.-1. The builder of a wig, like the builder of a bridge, not by estimate, but for a full and adequate consideration, is bound, in warrandice, to uphold the wig for the period of three years, certain. During this period, the pursuer was, therefore,

in the eye of law, curator bonis, to the defender's wig.

2. While the wig in question was under the legal guardianship of the pursuer, he allowed it to decay culpa coma, and it is no longer grease-full and judicial, but beast-full and pernicious. Inde, perit suo domino.

3. The pursuer did not dress the wig with hair-powder, but with barley meal, which not only made it less attractive, but absolutely repulsive to clients, inferring poverty on the part of the wearer. This fact the defender offers to prove, comparatione wig

ODDS AND ENDS.

GREEK EMBLEM OF THE SOUL.-The same Greek word Psyche, signifies a butterfly and the soul, hence a butterfly was used by the Greek artists as an emblem of the soul. And Cupid fondling or burning a butterfly is the same as his caressing a Psyche or the soul. Indeed, for almost all the ways, Cupid is seen playing with butterflies, some parellel may be found in the representations of Cupid and Psyche. Thus, in one antique, Cupid is drawn in a triumphal car by two Psyches, in another by two butterflies. By this might be meant his power over the beings of the air, of which the car is an emblem.-Elves.

The famous grotto del cane, or dog's grotto, is a cavern in the side of a hill, about eight feet long, three wide, and four or five high at the entrance, which is closed with a door. We extinguished torches in the vapour, but thought it unnecessary to torture any poor animal, as the nature of this grotto is now so well known, since the different composition of airs has been discovered. Reptiles only, resist the effects of the vapour for any length of time, because their respiration is arbitrary, and they live in this cavern as under water for a determinate period. We stooped down within six inches of the ground, and felt the pungent steams, exactly as if we had received a blow on the nose.-Smith.

Reynolds once observed, "pictures are like walls hung round with thoughts." The conversation of a wife and children at our vacant hours, is a most exquisite satisfaction, and from these, man will return to his pursuits with a mind serene and easy. The mutual good offices and endearments that are to be seen in a well regulated family, are a most ravishing entertainment, even to an observing stranger.-Essay on Marriage.

In the expedition in which Cyrus conquered so great a part of the world, Egypt doubtless was subdued, like the rest of the Provinces, and, indeed, Xenophon positively declares this in the beginning of his Cyropædia. Probably, after that the forty years of desolation which had been foretold by the Prophet, were expired. Egypt beginning gradually to regain strength, Amasis shook off the yoke and recovered his liberty.

He that went to help his friend out of a river, and pulled his arm out of joint, was excused by the wrong preserved person. The evil accident was taken off by the pious purpose. But he that, to dishonour his friend, throws a glass of wine in his face, and says he did it in sport, may be judged by his purpose, not by his pretence, because the pretence can be confuted by the observation of little circumstances and adherences of the action, which yet peradventure cannot legally be proved.—Taylor.

RIDDLE BY SWIFT.

We are little Brethren Twain,
Arbiters of loss and gain;
Many to our counters run,
Some are made and some undone.
But men find it to their cost,
Few are made, but numbers lost;
Though we play them tricks forever,
Yet, they always hope our favor.

NOTICES TO CORRESPONDENTS.

"Stanzas on Midnight,” are rather too sombre for "The Day." We decline inserting "T's Lyrical Squib." The spirit, which dictates it, is bad, while the irony, if irony it may be called, is pointless.

HORSE PUZZLE SOLVED.

To the Editor of the THE DAY.

SIR, G. on answering Friday's "Puzzled Subscriber," has requested a solution of the following query :-" How am I to put 20 horses into five stables, so as to have an odd horse in each stable ?" Unless the following is the answer I must "give it up." Put 3 horses into each of the first 4 stables, which make 12, then count the remainder from 20 backwards, and when you come to 13, which is an odd number, you will have disposed of all your horses. G. thinks" one good turn deserves another," will he be so good as to inform me, How I can plant four trees, that each may be at an equal distance from all the others.-I am, &c. J. SNRIAC.

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JOURNAL OF AN EDINBURGH MINISTER'S TRAVELS TO LONDON, IN 1714.

IN yesterday's paper we inserted some extracts from a Journal kept by the Rev. James Hart, of Edinburgh, one of the Commissioners appointed by the Church of Scotland, to proceed to London and congratulate George I. on his accession. We left off with the account of their last presentation at Court. Immediately after that occurrence, they set out on their journey to Scotland, travelling by way of Oxford. At that seat of learning, Mr. Hart says:—

We saw a chair made of that ship in which Sir Francis Drake did sail round the world. It's a large two-armed chair, in which I sat a while and rested myself. We saw some paint upon canvass spread upon the table, of which we could make nothing; but an instrument set in the centre of the canvass, did so gather what was painted on the canvass, that we saw plain, Julius Cæsar's head very distinctly. The instrument was of polished steel, and according to its different situation, it made different representations of the head in the canvass. We saw a manuscript book in the China language, very ancient. We saw several curious anatomies, particularly of a pigmie, not a foot and a half long; and of a woman who had twenty-eight husbands, and she was hanged, be she was 36 years of her age, for murdering four of her husbands. We saw a pair of gloves made of woman's skin, and we saw the skin of a man or woman tanned and stuffed with hay. We saw the book of Psalms written in short hand, not an inch long or broad, and a great many other things that were rare and curious. They visit Warwick Castle:

We saw allso the armour of the famous Guy Earl of Warwick, who lived in King Athelstone's time. He has been a man of prodigious stature and strength, as appears from his walking staff, which reached to the roof of the porter's house, and he wanted but four inches of its length. His sword is very great, and his breastplate is a prodigious weight. We saw the rib of the wild dinn cow he killed in Dingly heath,-it's of a vast greatness. We saw also the shoulder bone of a wild boar, which he killed in Windsor Park. We saw the pan in which his pottage used to be made, it contains 37 gallons. We saw allso the slippers his lady made use of when she rode, made of iron very large and heavie. He seems to have been a gyant in his day.

Of Cheshire he says::

There is one thing very remarkable in this countie, a burning well, about two miles from Wiggan, near Park Lane Chappel. If ye touch with a candle it burns like brandie, and what bubbles up from the spring is like oyl to feed the flame. It burns to that degree that it boyls eggs hard, and would burn always except when blown out by wind when once kindled. Within these two years they have destroyed the spring by sinking a coal pit hard by it; and there was such a quantity of sulphur, that when they wrought some fathoms down it frequently kindled and blew up, and destroyed some of their timber work.

At Kendal they (incredibilé dictu,) visited a Thea

tre:

We lighted at the King's Arms, and after we had supped, we, Messrs. Mitchell, Ramsay, and I, went and saw a comedie acted; the play they called it Love for Love.

Had this reached the ears of their brethren in Edinburgh, there can be no doubt it would have become the subject of serious accusation.

Happily Mr. Hart's gloomy forebodings, when setting out on his mission were not realized :—he returned to Edinburgh in perfect safety. The Journal thus concludes :

On Monday, January 10, about eleven of the clock in the forenoon, we took horse and left Linton, and came to the House of Moor between one and two of the clock; but there we unexpectedly met with several gentlemen in my parish, who having got notice the Sabbath night before, from John Douglas, writer, that I was at Linton on the Sabbath, he having seen me at Linton that day between sermons, and who was obliged to goe to Ediu

burgh that night, sent word to Robert Black to tell my wife that he saw Mr. Mitchell and me at Linton that day. This spread through the parish—on which several of the parishioners, to the number of ten or twelve, came to meet me, and convoy me to the town that night. They were just going to take their horses at the House of Moor for Linton to meet me, when we alighted; where we staid till three of the clock, that so it might be dark before we came to town; and so we came altogether from the House of Moor to Edinburgh, and lighted at Robert Corsan's, stabler, about five of the clock, on the 10 of January 1715, being Monday.

Subjoined to the narrative is an "Account of Disbursements," a few extracts from which may amuse our readers :

14, It. for two pair of shoes to my wife, one pair sowed, the other plain, of Spanish leather,

It. for two snuff-boxes at eighteen pence apiece,

It. for a purse, a case to hold needles and thread, and a looking glass, with a comb to my daughters,

It. for a pair of clogs to my wife,

Dec. 20. Paid to Mr. Thomas Bradbury, for his mare, the sum of eight pounds sterling, two shillings,

23. It. bought for my two daughters, two books, at eighteen pen per piece,

It. King George, his declaration, with his picture,

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It. gave to Mr. Penman, for an alarm, which rings at any hour of the night or morning, when I have a mind to awake, which I put in my little trunk, 0 8 It. for dressing my pistols,

It. for an entertainment to a certain friend, in Mr. Shuttleworth's commonly called the Devil's Tavern,

It. paid for two weeks of my chamber, and four nights,

It. given to the servant lass, Helen, 24. This day we journeyed for Scotland. 28. Paid for a jocky belt at Woodstock, 1715.

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But we must now bring our quotations to a close. Like the generality of his brethren of that age, Mr. Hart had no pretensions to literary qualifications. He was a simple-minded, pious man, who, in the words of of his excellent biographer, "possessed no small share of professional zeal, and was highly esteemed for the fidelity and diligence of his pastoral labours."

PEYRONNET'S PICTURE OF VINCENNES.

THE following striking picture of this State Prison, so long associated with the fate of so many celebrated Frenchmen, is from the pen of the Count de Peyronnet, one of the unfortunate ex-ministers of Louis X. It was written by him in the dreary cell which he now occupies in the Castle of Ham, whether he was carried after his condemnation to perpetual imprisonment:

"I suddenly ceased. I had read a long time, and my wearied eye-lids were becoming heavy. My halfclosed book slid imperceptibly through my hand as I pursued my thoughts upon degradation, poverty, and death. I had passed from study to meditation, and from meditation to reverie.

"It was a cold night in December. The snow, whirled into tornadoes by the wind, fell in large flakes upon the wide open courts, the ramparts the bottom of the ditches-certainly not dug for the perpetration of crime and the angular roof of the chapel which contains the tomb of the Duke d'Enghein. Upon the mouldings of the elegant Gothic gateway, built by Francis the First, it left, as it passed, a border of pure white. The rooks, the only free inhabitants of my dreary prison, had ceased their croakings.

"This melancholy turret-those naked and dirty walls--that cold and dusty floor-the half-broken iron candlestick, which, with a cloud of black smoke, emitted a dull and stinking light; the grating bolts, the sharp-pointed iron-bars;-all this apparatus of wretchedness and captivity had disappeared from my senses. My thoughts had been diverted from things present; and the outwards signs of my misfortune were effaced by the very contemplation of what I was enduring.

"And, yet, this castle was once inhabited by kings. Philip Augustus, St. Louis, Charles the Wise, Louis the Father of the People, Francis the Father of Letters, the good Henry, Louis the Just, and Louis the Great, all dwelt here;-and so did Isabel of Hainault, Blanch of Castille, Mary of Brabant, Blanche of Navarre, Ann of Austria, the lovely Agnes, named the Lady of Beauty, Lafayette, who became a recluse. without having erred, and La Valliere, who erred and afterwards became a recluse.

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"But the glory of the old fortress is eclipsed ;these dreary turrets are the monuments of great misfortunes. How many men have passed through them, who were yesterday all-powerful, to-day proscribed and captive. Vendôme, Ornano, Gonzague, John de Wert, John Casimer, Puylaurens, Beaufort, Chavigny, Retz, Longueville, Conti, Fouquet, the last of the Stuarts, the great Condé !—and also another Condé, for whom the day of deliverance never came! How changed is the destiny of this venerable pile! Richelieu, Mazarin, Napoleon, what have ye made of the residence of Kings?

"Two friends-for I have some friends left-had come to see me in the morning. It was for the first time-perseverance had overcome every obstacle. They passed the drawbridge, and ascended the hundred and eighty steps of the long steep spiral staircase.

"Louis de V***, and Jules de R***, the friends to whom I allude, are of very different characters. The former is cold, grave, and composed,-a man of reflection, and not an enemy to discussion. His strong and acute understanding loves that a little reasoning should explain and justify his impressions. He is a man of a now rare species, one better than he would be thought, and who seriously believes that he owes to reflection that which is only the dictates of his heart.

"Jules de R*** is younger, more prone to excitement, and more animated: amiable in a different manner from Louis de V***, and to the very excess of mannered difference; witty in a different kind of wit ; graceful, brilliant, and natural; a writer, a poet, a man of the world, and everywhere, a superior being. "Both are old, true, and tried friends. Both trembled, as neither would have trembled for himself; both wept, and they wept the more because they saw that I did not weep.

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'My children-those of my children whom Providence has yet left me-had also penetrated into this dismal abode. Poor mourners! They put a watchful restraint upon the expression of their feelings. But their filial piety betrayed itself, and their violent and unnatural efforts only the more displayed their cruel grief.

"My heart, generally master of its emotions, was overpowered at seeing them: a mixture of joy and sorrow, of happiness and despair, overcame sunk under this sweet though cruel trial of tenderness and affliction.

me.

I

"I could read no longer, and yet I could not divest my thoughts of the things I had read of. Every idea was tinged with them. The book which had so strongly fixed my attention, treated not of the present time; it was an old and grave work—the ancient chronicle of ancient days and ancient customs.

"The passage which had stopped me, ran thus: 'Sir de la Rivière,' said some one to him, 'save your person; for the envious now hold the reins of power.' But he answered, Here and everywhere I am in God's holy keeping; I feel myself pure and clean of mind. God gave me what I possess, and he alone can take it away. The will of the Lord God be done! My services have been known to the kings to whom they were devoted, and who have greatly rewarded For that which I did and performed at their bidding for the advantage of this kingdom of France, I would well dare to await the judgment of the Parlia ment of Paris.'"

me.

"This fate, so similar to my own-these sentiments, so similar to those I so strongly felt, produced a lively and powerful emotion, which kept my senses, as it were, suspended. My soul alone, though troubled, lived and acted within me. Thrown myself into the

same abyss, I went on sounding and measuring its depth. I calculated doubts and probabilities; tried to divine which, among so many possible kinds of suffering, would be the one inflicted upon me; in a word, I studied my fate, in order to fortify myself against it.

"The longer this state of mental abstraction continued, the more complete did my forgetfulness of ordinary things and vulgar privations become. I no longer felt what I actually suffered, nor remembered where I was. The future, upon which I was meditating, though so near, was yet of such a nature that it had broken the link of its connexion with the present.

"At length, in the midst of this strange reverie, an unexpected noise, together with sudden motion, arrested my astonished imagination. At first I doubted, then doubted less, and at length doubted no more.

"Several living beings stood before me :-men in strange habiliments, whose features were unknown to me. They belonged to another age-and some perhaps to another country.

"The first who stopped had a weak and varying expression of countenance. It was evident that he had suffered, but doubtful whether he had done so with firmness. He was advanced in years; and yet he wanted that calm and confiding dignity which gives so much authority to old age. "Who art thou?' I asked. What are thy misfortunes ?' thine.' Thou wert powerful?' deprived of thy power? I was.

as

An unhappy man.'
The same
I was.'-' And
And a captive?'

I was. Wilt thou not teach me how to support such a reverse?' He made no reply.

Thy name?'