ingly he knocked them on the head, and threw them into the moat.

But, no sooner had he put these visitors to rest and returned to the fire, than an immense number of black cats and black dogs, in glowing chains, kept flocking from all parts of the room, so that it was in vain for him to think of concealing himself: they howled shockingly, and kept knocking the fire about and trying to put it out. He bore all this very patiently for a little while; but at last he got out of temper, seized hold of his knife, and exclaiming, "Holloa! you pack of ragamuffins, pack off with you!" began dealing his blows among them. A great part of them made their escape, and the rest he slew and threw into the moat.

When he came back again, he blew the embers and made up a roaring fire and warmed himself. And the warmth of the fire and his exertions made him feel drowsy, and he felt that all he could do, he could not keep his eyes open-so, spying a lage bed in one corner of the apartment, he went and laid himself down upon it. And just as he was dropping off to sleep, the bed began to move of itself, and to traverse every part of the castle. "Bravo," said he, "that is nice; it could not be better." The bed kept on, as if six horses had been put to it, and went up the stairs and through the door-ways, up and down, hop, hop, and tramp, tramp, from the very top to the very bottom of the castle; and there he lay upon it the whole time. At length he threw off the bed-clothes, got off the bed, and saying "Now you may go wherever you like," sat himself down by the fire, and there slept till day-break.

In the morning, when the king came and saw him lying on the ground, he thought he had been destroyed by evil spirits, and was dead; and he was grievously afflicted. But when the young man heard his moanings, he jumped up, and said there was nothing the matter. Whereat the king was much rejoiced, and asked how he had spent the night? "Oh, well enough," said the boy; one night is already gone-the other two will soon follow it." Then he went and called upon the innkeeper, who stared at him with the greatest astonishment, and said, "Well, I never thought to have seen you again alive. Have you now learnt what it is to be afraid?" "No," said he, "that I have not; I only wish some one would teach me."

When the second night came, he returned to the old castle, seated himself by his fire, and began his customary cry, "Oh, that I could learn to be afraid!" Towards midnight, he heard a noise and a bustle; at first it was very soft, then it got louder; then it was still for a little while; and at last there was a great cry, and half a man's body before him. came down the chimney, and fell right "Heyday!" said he, "what, is there only half of you? this is too little." Then the noise began afresh; there was a blustering and a howling, and presently down came the other half. "Oh, very well," said he, wait a little, while I blow the fire." And when he had done so, and looked round again, lo, and behold! the two halves had joined themselves together, into a very terrific fellow, and had taken his place. "That won't do," said the boy, "that is my place, and I'll have it," The man would have kept possession, but our hero was too strong for him, and thrust him out of it. Then there fell down the chimney plenty more such men, who brought with them nine thigh-bones and two skulls, and played at skittles with them. This was a game the lad

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liked, and he asked them to let him play. "Yes, to be sure, was the answer; "if you have got any money." 'Money enough," said he; but your balls are not quite round." Then he took them, placed them in the lathe, and turned them till they were perfectly round. "Now they'll roll better; let us play merrily." He began, and lost a little money to them; he might perhaps, have won it again, but no sooner did the clock strike twelve, than the whole party vanished from his sight, and there was nothing left for him to do, but to lay himself by the fire, and sleep till morning. Then the king came to him again, and inquired of him how he had passed the second night. The boy told him he had played at skittles, and lost a trifle; but the king asked him if he had not been frightened?" Frightened!" said the boy, "I was merry enough; I only wanted to be frightened."

On the third night he seated himself at his old seat, and began saying quite peevishly, "Oh, that I could but be frightened." And when it got late, there came into the room six men, bearing a coffin, "Ab," said he, "that is certainly my little bed,” and he beckoned to it with his finger, and cried, "Come, little bed, come." The men put the coffin down on the ground, and he must needs go and lift off the lid, and when he did so he saw a dead man in it; and he put his hand upon the face of the dead man, and it was as cold as ice. "Well," thought he, "I'll see if I can warm him a little bit;"

then he went to the fire, warmed his hands, and rubbed the face of the dead man, but it got never the warmer. So he took him out of the coffin, and, seating himself before the fire, took him in his lap, and rubbed his arms to try and warm them. But all his efforts were of no avail; and at last he recollected that when two people lay in the same bed, they warm one another: so he took the corpse to his bed, covered it well over, and laid himself down beside it. After a little while, the dead man became warm, and began to move about. Then said the lad to him, "Well, bedfellow, I have warmed you at last." But the dead man got up and cried, "Now will I strangle you." What," said he, "are these the thanks I am to have?-very well, you shall go back to your coffin for this." He then seized upon him, threw him in, and fastened down the lid; and when he had done so, in came the six men again and bore it away. "Alas!" cried he, "there is no chance of my being frightened I shall not learn it if I pass my life here."

Just then, there entered a man who was far bigger than the other had been, and a very terrific looking fellow; but he was old, with a very long white beard: and he said to the lad, "You shall soon learn what it is to be frightened, for you shall die." "Not so quick." answered he, "you must get my consent first." Said the man, “I will soon master you." "Don't make yourself too sure of that," said the boy. "I am as strong as you, if not stronger."" Stronger indeed! that we shall see; come, let us go and try our strength Then he led him through a long dark passage till they came to a smithy, and there took an axe, and with one blow drove an anvil into the earth. "I can beat that," said the boy, and went to the other anvil; the old man keeping so close, (in order to watch him the better) that his white beard hung upon it. Then the lad seized the axe, and split the anvil at one blow. and jammed his beard into the cleft. "Now I have got you," cried he, "and yon it is who shall die ;" and seizing an iron bar, he laid on

so lustily, that the old fellow roared with pain, and promised that if he desisted he would give him great riches. The lad accordingly realesed him, and followed him into the vaults of the castle, where the old man showed him three chests of gold-one for the poor, one for the king, and one for himself.

At that minute the clock struck twelve-the spirit vanished, and the lad was left in total darkness; however, he contrived to grope his way back again to his room, and soon fell asleep by the fire side. On the following morning came the king again, saying, “Well, have you learnt what it is to be afraid?" "No," said he, "who was to teach me? I have seen nobody but a dead fellow, that I put into my bed, and an old man with a beard, who showed me where the riches were: how should I learn it then ?" "Well," said the king, "you have delivered the castle from enchantment, and shall, therefore, marry my daugther." That is all very well, but still I don't know what it is to be frightened." The gold was removed, the wedding took place, and the young king, though he loved his wife very much, and had every thing to make him happy, was always crying, "Oh, that I could but be frightened?" And his wife's waiting-woman said, "It shall be hard but I will teach you what it is to be afraid." And she had a large barrel, filled with water and little fishes, and at night, while he was sleeping, his attendants went in and pulled off the bed clothes, and threw the water and fishes over him, and the fishes leaped and sprung about, and the water awoke him: then he jumped up and cried out, "I am frightened, I am frightened, dearest wife; now I have learned what it is to be afraid!"

[From "Lays and Legends of various nations" an interesting work now in the course of publication. This is a work we have long wished to see, and can cordially recommend it to those of our readers who my be interested in legendary lore.]

"LOVE, HONOR AND OBEY."

BY J. E. CARPENTER, ESQ.

AUTHOR OP RHYMES; OR LAYS OF LONDON.

'Tis rumoured in town my dear Carry,

(I dont mean to say that 'tis true)

That you very shortly will marry

Your cousin youug Harry Prideau,
Your rank is a little above him,
And Harry is partial to play,

No doubt you would "honor and love" him
But Caroline could you" obey?"

Forgive me for 'tis my intention
To offer some friendly advice,
So I " in this present" will mention
Each little finesse and device,
Employed by the men thus to blind us,
Believe me, dear Caroline Grey,
Too surely you'll find that they bind us
To honour-to love-and obey.
Whatever you do, love, keep single,
I've not had a moment of peace
Since I married Sir Joshua Pringle,

Because he had trav'led in Greece,
I thought he was very romantic,
I've found that he's not very gay,
'Tis enough to turn any girl frantic
To think she must wed and obsy.

RANDOM

No doubt every pleasure you're greeting
But pray my dear Carry reflect,
You'll soon find those pleasures are fleeting,
All this, love, of course you expect;
No beautiful ride of a morning,

No fete, and no pleasant soirée
In wedlock-so dearest be scorning
That terrible sentence-" obey."

He praises your voice and your beauty,
You have not a fault he can blame
He raves about conjugal duty,

And many more things 1 could name;
I dare say you'll be very foolish
And not heed a word that I say,
If you do wed;-behave rather coolish,
Love, honor, but never obey.

AN INCIDENT IN MY SCHOOL BOY DAYS.

IN the town of Fulham, an Academy was kept by a Mr. Day, of flogging memory-I shall never forget him. To this school I was sent, and improved more in half a year under this consumer of birch, than I had done the two preceding years. During my infancy, I had been terrified into compliance by my nurse with tales of ghosts and hobgoblins: these ideas still remained, though my mother took every method to eradicate them. Mr. Day's seminary, and our house, were parted merely by the church-yard; and as I wandered among the tombs on my return from school, though not possessed of thoughts on night, like the angelic Young, I had young night thoughts enough to throw me into a perspiration whenever I came there. It happened one evening that I could not get through my task for attending to stories other boys were relating near me one in particular asserted, that if any person would say the Lord's prayer backwards, as he went This through the church-yard, the devil would appear. alarmed me much; and though I should have had no objection to see any one else make the experiment, I was determined to avoid even thinking of it as I went home.-My task not perfect, it was eight o'clock before I was liberated, the night pitchy dark, and stormy. I had advanced as far as the church-yard, endeavouring to drive the story of the prayer backwards out of my head, but in vain; I could not help reflecting how odd it must sound-how difficult to repeat, and was trying a word or two, when, in the footpath, though at a considerable distance, I saw a glimmering light, not constant, but at intervals. I stopped irresolute-terror worked so fast on my imagination, that ere I had well perceived its object, my hair stood on end-my knees trembled under me-I had a fearful certainty it was the devil, and that my attempt at the prayer had raised him. What was to be done? Turn back to school? ---No! I would as soon face his satanic majesty as do that.--No getting home without passing the light, or going round the church, and then perhaps he might meet me on the other side. Terrified beyond description, I saw no way but one;-as attempting the prayer backward had raised this fiend, surely saying it the right way would lay him again; so down I dropped on my knees in the dirt, and began; but, to my astonishment and dismay; it produced a contrary effect,-the light approached in a direct line, and seemingly very fast: I redoubled my volubility, and repeated the words

as quick as I could articulate; when, lo! the spectre stood within a few paces of me, and I had a view of his horrible front. In size it bore some resemblance to a human figure-the countenance was perfectly black, with eyes that looked like globes of fire, and a mouth of horrible dimensions. Over the head, and reaching to the ground, was thrown something that appeared like the pall used at burials; in his hand he bore a burning torch, which ever and anon he held towards me in a menacing posture; then said, with a hollow voice, and accents which froze my blood, "What! have I found you?"

Unable to sustain myself under circumstances which appeared so horrific, I fell on my face, and roared like a bull; in which situation I was taken up by this tremendous apparition, and wafted through the air, as I thought, to some infernal region, where I was laid upon the ground, keeping my eyes shut, fearful of encountering more dreadful objects. My hands were then seized, and bastinadoed with great fury; my nose was next assailed by fumes of brimstone: this done I had a moment's rest, and lay as still as death, that I might not by impatience, incur the displeasure of my infernal tormentors.

After a short silence my hand was again taken, though not quite so roughly as before, and a well-known voice, in plaintive accents, sighed forth-"My childmy child art thou gone for ever!" In a moment I opened my eyes, and found myself at home, my mother bathing my hand with her tears, and the family waiting in sad expectation of my death. Staying longer at than usual at school, together with the darkness of the night, had alarmed my mother, and Kit was dispatched in search of me, with a flambeau and my father's roquelaure, the hood of which he had pulled over his head. When he approached me, and beheld me with uplifted hands and face, seemingly convulsed, the poor fellow concluded I was in a fit, he therefore ran like lightning home; Kit and Mrs. Betty gave me the bastinado upon my hands, whilst my mother's smelling-bottle appeared to my terrified imagination like sulphurous fumes, till her voice encouraged me to look round.

Too well

My parent's joy at my recovery was not to be described, and only equalled by her anger when she knew the cause of this alarm. The church clock proclaimed the hour of ten, and supperless I was going to bed, when my mother threw on her cloak, and bade me follow: like a criminal I obeyed; she advanced through the burial ground till we came to the church porch, where I was commanded to remain till the clock struck eleven, or never presume to appear qefore her again. acquainted with her firmness to hazard a word in opposition, I sat terrified, trembling, and forming ten thousand horrible ideas which the objects around me helped to promote. I listened to my parent's receding steps till they were no longer discernible; all was dark and silent, except the whistling of the wind through an old hollow yew tree which hung over the porch and by its malancholy motion increased that terror which the time and place naturally eonspired to create. The coldness of a December night was unfelt-perspiration issued at every pore; I was "distilled almost to jelly with my fears," when the voice of honest Christopher, more welcome to my ears than dew to the parched earth," relieved me from this fearful bondage. The clock struck eleven, Kit climbed over the wall, I knocked at the door,

was admitted into the parlour, and after some refresh ment, my mother concluded the evening in the following

manner:

“ I hope, Sir, you now see the folly of listening to idle stories invented by servants to frighten children; and whith, I am sorry to see, the pains which I have bestowed in forming your principles, have not been able to preserve you from. Call sense and reflection to your aid, and you will see the wickedness of supposing, even for a moment, that the great Author of nature should break his laws merely to alarm an insignificant individual.

PUBLIC EXHIBITIONS, &c.

An account of some of the most attractive amusements of the metropolis will appear in our next, in the mean time, we will take every opportunity of inspecting those exhibitions, &c., which we may deem most worthy of notice-" The Practical Gallery of Science." Mr. Huggins' Pictures of the Battle of Trafalgar," with his beautiful miscellaneous collection. The very ingenious "Model of the Human Figure," by Signor Serantoni. The Picture Exhibitions in Pall Mall. The "Bonnington Gallery," &c.-the latter of which, en passant, is deserving of more encouragement from the admirers of British talent-shall each come under our notice.

Mais l'amour peut glacer la voix qui le blasphème. Contre un doute mortel aujourd'hui je combats, J'ai profané l'amour, et la seule que j'aime

Hélas! ne me croit pas !

Tout lui paraît un jeu, mes soupirs, mon silence.
Je prie, elle se tait; je me plains, elle rit.
Ma colère à ses yeux n'est que de l'éloquence;
Mon amour, de l'esprit !

Otrop juste supplice! ô trahison punie!
Mon cœur désespéré demande chaque jour
Un mot à la douleur, un accent au génie,
Pour attester l'amour !

Mais hélas ! le bonheur s'apprend par l'espérance,
L'ail reconnait de loin an objet souhaite;
Elle ne peut trouver qu'en son indifférence
Tant d'incrédulité!

Ah! si son jeune cœur du mien rèvait l'empire,
Elle en croirait mes vœux, mon regard, mon accent:
L'amour cherche l'amour, et, dans ce qu'il inspire,
Reconnaît ce qu'il sent!

EMILE GIRARDIN.

[We would be happy if any of our poetical subscribers would send us a translation of the above verses, Ed. B. M.]

PARIS CORRESPONDENCE,

To the Editor of the Beau Monde.

The festivities of mid-lent which I described in my last, were shortly forgotten by the novelty-loving votaries of fashion, and the busy artificers of dress and decoration were soon in active employment to furnish materials and splendour for the ensuing Long Champs. I observed in my last letter, that individual taste and convenience seemed more to influence the gay world in the choice of costume, than any obedience to the generally paramoant influence of fashionable example, and the same sacrifice of imitation to self choice continues to sway the elegantes of Paris.

The coldness of the weather continues, and although the customary display of splendour even exhibited at Long Champs forces many of our countrywomen to discard the cloak, still the greater number seek to defend themselves from the comparative inclemency of the weather by materials of a structure capable of resisting the cold. Velvets, satins, thick foulards, &c., secure the more careful from the chilling breezes, though many are indifferent to the unseasonableness of the weather, and brave the attacks of the uncompromising blast in. fabrics of a lighter nature and less capable of resisting those chilling winds which would annoy and keep within doors less determined votaries of fashion, or less self-sacrificing beauties, they however are content rather to risk the danger of the almost wintry climate than deprive the promenade of some of its fairest ornaments. The effect of this mingled grouping of rich velvet and light muslin, of gorgeous silks with fabrics rivalling the gossamer, is singularly effective and beautiful, and perhaps could not be found in no other Country in Europe.

The equipages were as usual numerous and elegant, and some of those who have always distinguished themselves for taste and elegance have even surpassed themselves in the choice decoration and tout ensemble of their vehicles.

The most brilliant display of splendid dresses occurred on Thursday, for although the attendance was much more numerous on the following day, a heavy and long continued rain forced the promenaders to seek the shelter of the ready cloak, which the care of the more judicious of their cicerones had provided, or to secure themselves from the unpropitious weather in the close carriage or well defended barouche.

The character of Long Champs has strangely altered since the soul subduing chaunt and holy hymn rose from its sacred precincts, to be succeeded by the display of baronial magnificence and the solemn grandeur of the olden times. To these, the exclusives of the age when the 14th. Louis's reign succeeded, and the various ranks of society were marked and the distinction scrupuJously attended to. The clouted shoe of the peasant did not then tread down the embroidered heel of the courtier's slipper, nor was the jewelled vest of the petit maitre relieved by the woollen cloak of the vine grower from the South. With the change of times a change of costume has occurred, and although the country may be individually richer, the splendour of costume, being less unequally spread over the people in general, pre

vents those powerful contrasts in dress which the more promiscuous nature of the modern promenade occasions.

In my foregoing remarks, I observed that there were a few fair promenaders who dared the inclemency of the present cold winds in fabrics of a summer texture, still the want of the genial and inspiring influence of the sun keeps back the general adoption of summer costume, and no decided manifestation of the projected fashion for the more sunny season, has yet been elicited.

Foullards are still prevalent and Scotch Gros de Naples has become a very great favorite among our Parisian fair, who seem to employ it very extensively.

Patterns are so extremely large, that one bunch of flowers covers nearly the whole of the hinder part of the skirt, so that the whole dress contains but a few bouquets altogether; and the patterns very much resemble those of your damask window curtains in England.

'L'embarras des richesses" can no where be more clearly shewn than in the attempt to choose a pattern from among the almost interminable variety of splendid novelties which the manufactories both of France and your own country have furnished for the season, so continually is the attention divided and the admiration diverted from one attractive specimen to another.

The hats are worn still more ample than before, and rather as we say evasés for full dress, though for negligée they are somewhat smaller. India muslin scarfs of rich colors and splendid embroidery are much worn, and I observe, that a profusion of lace adorns every part of the dress where it can be placed with propriety, and with no lavish hand: the fabric is generally Valenciennes.

This grand epoch in the fashionable year has so far diverted my attention as to curtail my information upon other topics of general interest.

Don Juan" has been got up by the French company at the Opera, with all the splendour imaginable, in which our French vocalists more than usually distinguished themselves. Madame Viganos' concert room was most numerously and elegantly attended, and the talent of that eminent vocalist was displayed in all its rich variety and soul thrilling melody,

The walls of our Salons now rival the most beautiful cashmeres in splendour and brilliancy,to so high a pitch of perfection have our room decorating artists brought their hardly to be rivalled skill.

Chateaubraind has completed his memoirs, which would no doubt be greedily devoured by the curious in state secrets had he not baulked the appetite of the inquisitive by forbidding the publication until his disease. Madame C. has one copy in her possession and Madame Recámier who ranks so deservedly high among the literateurs of the day, retains another. England is said to have purchased the work, and 25,000 francs per volume is said to have been deposited by some of your eminent bibliopoles.

The savans of this country are not a little chagrined that the writings of Chateaubraind should not first be given to the world from his native France-but your Countrymen buy every thing. C. de A.