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OR, WEEKLY MISCELLANY OF FINE ARTS, ANTIQUITIES, AND LITERARY CHIT CHAT. No. XLIX.] By Ephraim Hardcastle.
[SixPexcE. A stamped Edition for Country Circulation, postage free, Price Tenpence. SHOP ARCHITECTURE.
were wont to occupy now remain. Cloth Fair, adja
cept to Smithfield, the antent mart for woollen draAnd is this old Ludgate Hill !-This-where traders U pers, was lately famed for these ; some still exist. out-vie each other from time to time, so rapidly of late, || Piece Broker's Row, in Drury Lane, Field Lane, and in the splendour of their shops, that we whose line of | Monmouth Street, retain somewhat of the character of business leads us only occasionally into that busy | the old metropolis from their open fronts. So Brostream, are wont to look upon their ever varying splen- || ker's Row, Moorfields, and elsewhere; butchers and dour as upon the changing scenery of the stage. || fishmongers, orange merchants, and some rare old
What would old John Stowe, or the other worthy trades adjacent to London Bridge, still expose their John John Speed, of congenial memory now say, wares in open shops. could they compare old Ludgate Hill, such as it stood The first shop front, acknowledged to have been with open bulks, and lintels so low, that the tall || worthy the name of architecture, and from which we yeomen of good Queen Bess, were constrained to stoop | may date the origin of all the expense and splendour to enter even the boasted shops of Goldsmith's Row. that has succeeded, in adorning the houses of business,
Time was, and that within the memory of man, as I was that erected from the eleçant design of Mr. John city quid nuncs say, when that shop front, that still | Bond, in Mount Street, Grosvenor Square, for Messrs. exhibits the old sign, the golden fish, stood the gaze of || Tatham and Baily, Upholsterers to the King. To admiring passengers, the wonder of the place. Rundel | this beautiful entrance, no less creditable to the classic and Bridge, so famed for business and wealth, the | invention of the architect, than to the liberality and greatest manufacturers of gorgeous plate in the known | taste of his employers, for adopting so expensive a world, we find still moving on, in the same plain ex- || design, are the profession indebted for rescuing this ternal garb, whilst architecture seems to play around, species of ornamental building from the ignorance as on its favorite site. Why, what a street of shops is and presumption of mere builders, who had hitherto this--commercial palaces to those, so lauded aforelime undertaken the designing and erecting that species of by honest Stowe and Speed.
structure, which has since added so much to the beauty Surely, one would infer that trade must thrive, when |of the greatest commercial city in the world. even retail shops, shall vie in splendour with the patri- | Of this magnificent shop front, we had to regret in cian drawing room. When ladies, seated on carpeted our respect for the fame of the architect, that it was floorz, up to their ears in the gorgeous manufacture of | almost lost, from its situation in a street so little freour native looms, shall behold their lovely selves a quented. Had it been erected in St. James's Street, thousand times reflected in surrounding mirrors. | Piccadilly, or Pall Mall, in Cornhill, Fleet Street, or Where indeed the very shop-men wait upon their | the Strand,-near Whitehall, or in any wide and much fair customers, attired in the pink of fashion, and || frequented spot, the talent of Mr. Bond would have scented with roses.
been exhibited in a variety of superior designs, and It is a sight, right pleasant to behold. To walk the shop architecture would have long since attained to streets of London now by day, is gay beyond compare | that general improvement which we expect to see ulti-unless compared with itself by night, when these | mately accomplished, but which, though rapidly increasboutiques, glittering with a thousand brilliant lights, | ing, is yet but partially spread about our mighty town. delight the foreigh stranger, and make him fancy | One of the greatest detects, in the planning of the himself perambulating some city of romance. new street, which, with all its faults, is yet the finest
How changed is London shops, all within five-and-ll commercial parade in the world, is the comparative twenty years. It would well employ some intelligent || meanness of the shop fronts. This, we feel assured idler to set his wits to work, to trace the history of I will be remedied, for as the trade of the street is rapidly this memorable metamorphosis; such an enquiry 1l encreasing, and as it is the great drive in the spring would reward him who would lend himself to the land summer season of fashion, an emulation will arise, research,
which will urge each proprietor to outdo his neighbour Few remaining open shops, such as our grandfathers l in rendering his wares attractive, by the adornment of
his shop. The means are here greater for the admis
sion of improvement, and we may expect to see the • A row of bouses on the south side of Cheapside occupied by goldsmiths, much boasted of by the historians of splendour of Ludgate Hill, completely eclipsed by the old London.
magnificence of Regent Street,
LONDON, SEPTEMBER 11, 1924.
to repair in the wilds of Canada what he had lost in
the south of Ireland. The account of his parting Five Years' Residence in the Canadas; including a Tour
from his friends is written in a strain of mawkish through part of the United States in 1823. By E. A.
sentimentality. People feel strongly, no doubt, on Talbot, Esq. of the Talbot Settlement, Upper Canada.
these occasions; but there is no need of thrusting such
feelings into the reader's face, and least of all in a London: Longman and Co. 2 vols, 8vo. 1824.
book of travels. It is absolutely impossible for any Books of travels in North America seem to multiply one but a boarding school miss, or a professional critic in a geometrical progression. This, when we look at to get through the first chapter, larded with sentiment, the general character of those publications, fills us || poetry, and bombast. He begins his book with with something more than alarm.' For the most part || “Cork Harbour, June 13, 1818," which shews that they are filled with all sorts of blunders, misrepre- || the idea of writing a book was co-eval with that of emisentations and misconceptions. They appear to be grating to the Canadas. We must pass over the first nothing else than the superfætations of prejudice upon century of pages which relate to the voyage, his arrival ignorance. Some poor half-informed tradesman, or at Quebec, &c. and come to the pith of the work, chuckle-headed farmer wanders across the Atlantic as I which turns upon the writer's conduct as a newly an emigrant, and after grovelling in the Backwoods, I arrived emigrant. He and his party choose to settle amongst swamps, forests, and mountains, for six or at London on the river Thames. London is not the eight months, abandons his enterprise in despair, and London where we write, but another London, on anocomes back to England full of disappointment and ther Thames, about twenty-four miles north of Lake bitterness, and then he writes a book. Such a book, || Erie. They spent the first night on their new estate in which generally turns upon the border society of the the ruins of a deserted Indian wigwam. In the woods United States, is quoted as authority for opinions on they remained encamped from October to December, the society in the capitals. The Ohio and Missouri and during that period laid the foundation of a house are confounded with the Delaware and Hudson : New forty-six feet long, and twenty-one wide. Into this York and Philadelphia are mixed up and placed on the the writer's family removed on the 2nd of December. same shelf with Illinois and Pittsburg, with about as Having now settled himself quietly down, the author much justice as if the manners of St. Petersburgh || whiles away the time till his trees have grown, and were to be estimated from sketches of society in Kams- his cattle multiplied, with writing a description of the chatka. And who are these travelling authors ? || Canadas. It is no easy thing to get at the real meaning Which of them manifests in his volumes the education, I of Mr. Talbot, for he has enveloped it in a mass of feelings, and manners of a gentleman ? Mr. Duncan, ll words through which nothing can be seen distinctly. indeed, possessed these qualifications, and see what a || He mixes up topography and poetry in such a way as difference between his accounts and those of the Fea- || to puzzle the clearest headed person in the world. rons, Vauxes, and all the other low-bred and ignorant || Still there is a good deal of information, useful to an scribblers who have poured forth their filthy ditch | emigrant, which may be gathered by him who has water over the reading public. It is really to be re- || industry and obstinacy enough to dig it out from the gretted in a political and moral point of view, that we | rubbish of “style" under which it is smothered. should be so utterly ignorant, or what is much worse, In speaking of the domestic animals, Mr. Talbot so misinformed respecting America, as we unquestion- || considers them as “ very much inferior in appearance ably are. In the last number of Blackwood, there is | to those of Great Britain and Ireland." This is proa sensible and accurate article upon this subject, and it | bable enough when we reflect the vast pains and ex. is to be wished, that the writer may continue his | pense which have been for centuries devoted to their sketches.
improvements in this country. It by no means folThe work before us is a curious compound of exagge. lows that the breeds are naturally inferior. The horses ration, ignorance, affectation, and credulity. The || are small, but bardy, fleet and surefooted. They are writer clearly possesses some talents, but these are ren- | treated with great neglect, and the consequence is that dered utterly useless by excessive credulity. Pontop- || the breed does not improve. Pretty nearly the same pidan himself does not beat him in this quality, and remarks may be made of horned cattle and sheep. our old friend the Baron Munchausen is his only equal || The notice of the wild animals is made up from comin another quality. It will be a part of our business to || mon school books, and is full of errors. That of the touch upon these points in the course of our notice. || Mammoth particularly so. We will extract an account Mr. Talbot is an emigrant to Canada under a scheme, ll of the mode of shooting the fallow deer:projected, we believe, by Mr. Galt the novelist.
" Two persons, the one armed with a gun, the other proMr. Talbot begins his volume with an introductory | vided with a paddle, proceed down the river in a canoe, account of himself and his family, from which we ll which has a dark lantern suspended at its bow. The canoe learn that his father was an Irish gentleman, not very |
vor is kept in the middle of the river, and is allowed to drop happily conditioned in respect to fortune, who sought to make as little noise as possible with his paddle. On
down with the current. The man who stcers, takes care
arriving within 200 or 300 yards of the deer, they hear himling their vein-piercing proboscis into your legs, face, and dabbling in the water, and thus ascertain as nearly as pos- | hands, they will render your existence a burden as long as sible the spot in which he stands. The canoe is then im you are thus infested. You will therefore pray for the mediately directed towards him, and, as soon as he per speedy removal of these mischievous insects, as for a blessceives the light, he stands immoveable, apparently admiring ing of no ordinary magnitude.” it with the utmost attention. His eyes glisten like balls of
The Snowflea is quite a gem in its way :fire ; and, as the canoe approaches bim, his eyeballs seem to increase in magnitude and splendour. The gunner re
" Snow-fleas are a species of insects of which I have not mains still, until the canoe approaches within five or six
seen any notice taken either by French or English writers. yards of the deer, when he discharges his rifle with the Previous to a thaw, they are observed upon the snow in utmost certainty of success. He then bleeds his game, great multitudes. I once counted upwards of 1,295,000 and, leaving him on the banks of the river, proceeds down upon a single square yard; and I think it is probable, that the stream, where, in this manner, he frequently shoots I every yard of woodland in the province would average at two or three more before morning; at the approach of least an equal number. This calculation may appear singuwhich, he tacks about, and as he returns homeward, picks lar, but it was very easily efl'ected: I selected a square up his game, and floats it triumphantly along. This is the yard, every part of which appeared to be equally covered only kind of shooting which ever aftorded me any profit, or with these insects, and then cut out with my penknife a indeed, any pleasure, in Canada; and even this, to any but
square inch of the snow, which of course retained its due a stout healthy man, is a very dangerous recreation. 'You | portion of the fleas. Dopositing the whole upon a plate, I are always sure of getting wet early in the night, and of allowed the snow to thaw, and the water thus produced to course you must continue in that plight till morning. The run off. The insects remained on the plate, deprived of dews are also very heavy at that season of the year; and a life, which afforded me an opportunity for ascertaining month'n continement with a chilling ague, often too heavily | their number with accuracy: and I found it to be 1,000. counterbalances a night's recreation."
I multiplied the number of insects found upon one square
inch by the number of inches in a square yard, and the There is a long story of a bear-chace by two of the
result was the number of insects contained on the surface of settlers, which would be interesting were it not for the a fquare yard. The snow-flea is perfectly black, and about affected and trashy style in which Mr. Talbot has chosen the size of a grain of the finest gun-powder. But I had at to dress it up. In the descriptions of the animals and
|| the time no microscope, by which to examine its peculiar
conformation.” their habits, Mr. Talbot indulges in another species of
I The ophiological portion of Mr. Talbot's notice imaginative Alight. Mere error may be overlooked,
is frightfully pleasant. Snakes black, white and and so may extravagance of description, but surely we
green, twine themselves through his pages in “ many have a right to quarrel with the following passage :
| a winding bout," and fill the reader with an agreeable “ The Red Squirrel is smaller than the black one, and, horror. He tells us that he has “a tillage field about if possible, more beautiful. He is, like all others of the
forty acres in extent, in which he is confident there squirrel species, fond of migrating from place to place; and possesses a singular address in crossing brooks, rivers, and I are 3000 small green snakes-the most beautiful of the small lakes. On arriving at a piece of water, which they || serpent kind!" We do not envy him his serpentine wish to cross, a large party of red squirrels assemble toge Il riches. We have alluded several times to the author's ther, and constructing a raft of sufficient size, which they launch without any difficulty, embark, fearless of ship
| imaginative faculty. Here is another instance:wreck; and turning up their spreading tails to the propiti “In the Spring of 1821, an intimate acquaintance of ous breeze, are speedily wasted across to the opposite mine was one day fishing on the Canadian Thames, accomshore.”
panied by his son, a young man about twenty-two years of To be sure, we have read of the same thing in chil.
lage. Observing an uncommonly large sturgeon sailing up
the river, the son immediately pierced it with his spear, dren's books, but it is not therefore a whit the more
and, retaining a firm hold of his weapon, was dragged into true. Mr. Talbot talks of killing thirty-five pigeons the water. For some time he floated on the stream, behind at a single shot! The Musquitoes appear to be an the sturgeon, by the aid of his instrument; but, at length unpleasant sort of companion enough :
becoming weary of this disagreeable mode of proceeding,
like another Aristus, he got astride of the fish, and convert“ But of all the creatures that disturb the peace of man ing his spear into a bridle-rein, rode him for nearly a mile and beast, the toes are the most
down the river, which is in that part broad, deep, irregular. They are “ your days' companions and your evenings' and rapid; when the unfortunate animal, unable to exert guests,' for at least four months in the year; during which himself on account of the loss of blood, yielded up his life to time, an inhabitant of Canada might as well hope to reverse the prowess of his rider.” the current of the St. Lawrence, as to secure himself a mo This needs no comment. But let us not be unjust. ment's relief from the insatiable stings of these unwearied The account of the trees, horticultural productions, tormentors. No spot, however sacred to repose, can fix a barrier to their entrance; and the reign of disquietude and
medicinal herbs and shrubs, though evidently the pain is, during summer, absolute and universal. The production of an unscientific writer, and clothed in a Wolf, the Bear, and the Rattle-enake,-names which are bad style, is nevertheless highly valuable to the emisufficient to intimidate the stoutest European heart,-are
grant. It is decidedly the best part of the book. The gentle and innoxious when compared with the Musquito. If you never walk the woods without company, you will
details relative to the climate and diseases appear to avoid all danger from the two former; and, by remaining be carefully got up, so far as they extend, yet they within doors, will sufficiently secure yourself from the want many additions before they can pass for a com. deadly sting of the latter. But neither your bouse nor
plete treatise. The following passages are written with your bed affords you any refuge from those long-legged destroyers of your comfort, the Musquitoes. Go where
less pretension than the rest of the text, and we will you will, they will find you out; and, by continually dart- | quote them:
" In Canada, the weather is always coldest when the sky | " The House of Representatives, or Commons, is comis bright and clear, and the wind in the North West quar Il posed of forty members, who are a motley crew' of an ter. Snow seldom falls while the Mercury remains below | nations, trades, and professions, from the dusky blacksmith Zero. Some idea may also be formed of the severity of the to the plodding lawyer. To an European, accustomed to frost, from the fact, that water thrown to any considerable consider · members of Parliament' as men of distinguished height into the air, becomes completely crystallized before rank, eminent abilities, and splendid fortune, a Canadian it returns to the sound. In Upper Canada we seldom • House of Assembly' exhibits a most ludierous appearance, have any rain during tìie winter ; but when it does fall, it and awakens in the mind none of those dignified and patriis invariably accompanied by a keen frost. Nothing can otic feelings which the consciousness of living under an exceed the beauty of the forests on these occasions. Asthe enlightened legislature cannot fail to inspire. In Canada, rain falls upon the tr es, it becomes imme ly concealed:
cealed; I instead of men of rank, fortune, and talents, you behold and, when a shower continues for any considerable length blacksmiths, tailors, tavern-keepers, and lawyers, debating of time, the trunks, limbs, and boughs of the trees, are so the grave and important matters of State, in language completely covered with ice and hung about with icicles, graced with all the technicalities of their various profesthat the forest seems to be transformed into an innumerable lsions, from which als
nnumerable || sions, from which also they generally borrow apt and edifyassemblage of glass chandeliers, reflecting in their beauti ing illustrations. Their discussions are very seldom interfully cut pendants and festoons the rays of light, with every esting; but if they fail to please by the want of variety in colour of the rainbow. At night, when the moon-beams matter or of elegance of diction, that is partly counterbadescend on the scene, and illuminate it with her broad | lanced by the diversity of sounds, and the singularity of the sheet of silver light, another transformation may be wit-sentiments which they convey. At one time the bold and nessed. The tops of the trees appear to be embossed with | masculine eloquence, pure gold; pearls and amethysts seem strewed about in
The long majestic march, and energy divine the greatest profusion; the green sward, with the skill of a camelion, is arrayed in virgin whiteness, and, when con- l of Vulcan, falls like a train of thunder-claps upon the ear. trasted with the sober gloom of the shadow of the trees, and || At another time you have the effeminate oratory of an humassociated with the other beauties which surround it, pro ble tailor, which so nearly resembles duces one of the most delightful specimens of winter sce
Dying winds and waters when they gently meet, nery that imagination can conceive.
"In the summer the meteorological phenomena of this that strangers have to regret the circumstance of Mr. country are no less brilliant and wonderful. During the Snip's being frequently inaudible below the bar,' in conmonths of June, July and August, the Aurora Borealis | sequence of which they lose the thread of his discourse. illumines our skies, our woods, our fields, our dwellings,
The debate is continued by · mine host of the Garter,' or of --and, I think I might say, our very souls : for no man, some other tavern, whose obsequious rhetoric, and well-fed who is not insensible to the last degree, can possibly resist countenance, cannot fail to point him out to the spectators, the influence which such a phenomenon is calculated to as Mr. Boniface,' who half an hour before appeared at exercise over the mind of the enchanted spectator. We • the bar,' but not of the House.-The insinuating lawyer are generally apprised of its appearance by the crackling,
| appears at intervals, and being accustomed to play with hissing noise which it makes. The clouds which rest on considerable felicity upon words, as a good musician with a the Eastern horizon, begin to explode, first from the North bad instrument, he contrives, with the bass of the blackthen from the South; they flash from one extremity of the smith, the tenor of the tailor, and the counter of the shopheavens to the other; and, spreading wide their blazes, keeper, to produce something like music from these jarring meet in the centre, where they appear to rest for a moment, strings, and to give a sort of harmonious consistency to the and then suddenly dart from each other with the swiftness
otherwise rugged debate. He is very diligent in maintainof lightning. They exhibit every variety of shade, from ing the forms and privileges of the House, and is the “ Te the deepest crimson to the palest yellow. Although the || Duce' of the assembly. flashes have at first a trilling appearance, they generally increase in size till the whole sky from the North, East,
" Yet it may be gratifying to those who rejoice in the and South, to the vertical centre of the concave, is covered l progressire improvement of our colonies, to learn, that, not
he blaze of fire-works. I have frequently sat in l withstanding the almost total absence of literary informathe open fields, to watch the ever varying motions of this | tion, the great majority of the House of Assembly are now singular phenomenon. Its appearance is grandly sublime ; || able to read the bills which come before them, with tolerand, in the absence of the different orbs of light which hang || able ease, particularly when they are printed in a large in the firmament of heaven, conveys to my imagination || type. Many also, who cannot yet write their own names, some faint idea of the glory that shall be revealed, when
are advancing in their knowledge of penmanship, and have
acquired considerable skill in making their significant Sun, and moon, and stars decay,
marks. It is, moreover, confidently expected, that, as And time this earth itself removes;
night-schools are becoming common in every part of the
country, those members who have hitherto received no and when those who, by the mercy of God, have escaped
education will avail themselves of the opportunities which from destruction, shall live in that place of which St. John ||
now exist, and will be able by the next or following session, has given this beautiful description: • And the city had no i to read for their own information the written journals of need of the sun, neither of the moon to shine on it: for the ll the Hous glory of God did lighten it, and the Lamb was the light thereof."
We shall return to Mr. Talbot next week. The introduction of a history of the Canadas was unnecessary to any other purpose than that of swelling
L'Hermite en Italie, ou Observations sur les Mours et out the volumes. The account of the government and
Usages des Italiens au Commencement du XIX Siecle, constitution is meagre enough. Mr. Talbot says that the laws are complicated, ill-defined, ill-understood, The Hermit in Italy. Paris: Pillet aine, 3 vols, 1824. and the cause of infinite litigation. The House of The great success of M. Jouy in his series of light Representatives seems to us an amusing place:
essays under the title of the Hermit, has given birth to
a large tribe of imitative essayists. The “ Hermit in arose ; and approaching me with indescribable grace, and London" was clever enough, and has been well received.
having motioned to the attendant to retire, begged me to
sit down. We both felt some difficulty in breaking silence M. Jouy himself appears very fond of the title, and has
and entering upon a conversation for which neither of us given it to several subsequent works, but none of them had any topic. But I remembered my country, and said, have been very successful. The volumes before us are with as much gallantry as I could muster, that the honour by some anonymous author, and resemble their proto of seeing her was some apology for the informal manner in
I which it had been brought about, and I entreated her to types in name, and not in style. They are neither
give me some explanation, assuring her of my complete more nor less than travels in Italy, written in the man discretion. Before all,' said she, tell me how you beper of Dupaty, now and then diversified with some came possessed of that ring.' I thought my best way was essay growing out of the subject. We have had occa
to tell the exact truth. “Ah!' said she, the Count Vi
valda was yesterday at Verona, and he learned that the sion lately to notice so many books of travels, that
public authorities were aware of his presence. He had apwe shall be as short as possible in our review of the pointed a rendezvous near the Arena, with one of his Lieutravelling portion of this work. Whenever the author I tenants who was to arrive this day. The hour was precisely adheres to the guide book, he is just as dull as they
that which you chose for visiting the amphitheatre; and, are, but when he details his own adventures, or gives
as my servant was to recognize him by a ring similar to that
which you wear, nothing could be more natural than the us sketches of manners, he is smart, clever, and in mistake which has taken place. For myself, I am not at all teresting. These adventures are prettily heightened
I vexed at the blunder, for I like the French as much as I by occasional touches of imagination, as will be mani.
hate their government. You plume yourselves in France
on the sagacity of your wit; and you will, probably, smile fest from the following extract. We should premise
when I tell you that I profess to read the future, and prethat our author had fallen in with a Count Vivalda at dict events to come.' I could no longer doubt that I was Milan, a needy noble, who belonged to a famous de in company with a fortune-teller. tachment of brigands, and who had out of his infinite
Madam,' I replied, “I cannot deny that I am one of the
unbelieving: and, even if I were not to admit it, your art regard, presented the author with a ring which was to
would not be able to detect it; but, between ourselves, serve as a protection amongst all the Italian banditti. there are so many ways of deceiving mankind, and mocking Our traveller is now at Verona in the Amphitheatre :
their credulity, that, without believing in predictions, still
I do not feel any of that hatred which they generally excite. " Whilst I was occupied in examining the outward walls, I am well aware that a fortuitous concurrence of circumI perceived a little old woman wandering about me, and stances very often creates a doubt, even in the strongest apparently desirous of entering into conversation : My minds, on points of conjectural knowledge. The good old good woman,' said I, what do you want?'- Chut, times of oracles, however, have long since passed away, chut,' said she, • don't be afraid ; you are quite safe-sol- || as well as those of miracles; and, although I am ready to low me.'-Understanding nothing of this mysterious ad believe you a more skilful soothsayer than our own famous dress, I could not imagine why the old woman, in speaking Mademoiselle Le Normand, yet, if my own inclinations thus, had her eyes intently fixed on my left hand, when I were to prevail, the subject of our conversation should be recollected the ring which the Count Vivalda had given me | a very different one from fortune-telling, at Turin, and which I had mechanically continued to wear “The face of the prophetess was covered with blushes, and without attaching to it the slightest importance. My first an expression alınost sublime gave something of ideal to movement was to escape from this dangerous companion. || her beauty. Her eyes glittered, her chest heaved, a spirit A stranger at Verona, without a single person to whom I || of enthusiasm took possession of her, and she seemed as if was known, and arrived there within the last two hours, I || some divinity had inspired her as she rose and burst forth: was fearful of having fallen into the hands of some spy of || - Verona! Verona! thou hast seen him maintain with digthe police, and that the fatal ring had made me appear as nity the whole weight of his royal misfortune; cowardly one of the gang of Meino. Still the inquisitiveness of my | senate of Venice ! ye have chased him from his asylum, nature prompted me to follow the old woman at all hazards. ll and the name of the kings of his race has been blotted out The old woman knocked thrice, when the door opened with-|| from your golden book. Venice ! thou shalt never be any out our seeing any one. She shut it behind her, and opened || thing butan enslaved city; King! thou shalt revisit again another, saying at the same time: Don't be afraid, you || the throne of thy fathers. The Pyrenees shall avenge the will not have long to wait.' Nevertheless, I waited some \| Alps: the glory which has be
quest time alone and in deep darkness. My reflections were of Italy shall be lost before the walls of Madrid. There it every thing but satisfactory, and I thought that it was in is that the deliverance of mankind shall be engendered. tended to initiate me, in my own despite, into the secrets What art thou, oh, Power! I behold thy birth, thy growth, of the Carbonari, who were then forming themselves and thy sudden destruction. In vain has the daughter throughout Italy, and particularly in the Venetian states, of empires joined her hand to that of a great man: the niece for the expulsion of the French. I began to repent of my of the beautiful Queen who perished by the hangman's imprudent confidence, when I heard a small door open on stroke, shall not long wield the sceptre of authority. Do one side of the room where I was. The old woman entered you see the Apostolic Chief of Christianity v aring out in with a lamp; and after following her some forty steps up a Il exile his years and his virtues ? Already the fames of a winding staircase, we came once more into the light of day. I mighty conflagration flash forth from the Northern skies, We traversed two rooms rather luxuriously furnished, I like some bright fatal star. Oh, France ! how great thy though in an antique way, and ornamented with a great | disaster after all thy glory! Where are the legions of many pictures, which I felt no disposition to admire. I was Varus ?--Where is Varus himself? In a solitary island at then introduced into a large closet somewhat mysteriously the extremity of the world, where his greatest punishment lighted, in which, on a high seat, sat a large female, about will be to know that his name and his deeds never travelled forty years of age, but, as she appeared to me, of singular so far. But, what a perilous calm succeeds to the tempest! beauty. Scarcely had she beheld me, when she cried out: | what intestine divisions! What is that hydra which is pre• Shagliate, Lucia, quel Signore e un Francese.'-(You paring its hungry maw about the tottering thrones of Euhave made a mistake, Lucy, this is a Frenchman.) She rope ? Verona! Veronal it is within thy walls that the