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repertory of the Théatre Français, which have been too forward an opinion for me. I have maturely re- Saint Cloud. The weather was exceedingly fine, given, par ordre.”
flected upon it. I cannot give you my daughter ; it and the park quite deserted ; no lounger in the gar“For him ?" said Louis XVIII.
would be showing off too republican principles and dens, no prince or king in the castle, one would have “ He boasts of it, sire."
compromising my tranquility. I esteem you infi- thought that fine place was belonging to us, those “I should very much like to know how that gen- nitely; but, in future, my house will be shut up for perfumed lawns were our own, and those venerable tleman brings out his tale." you."
trees were bowing to our youthful love. Whilst “I will tell you how, sire. I have the advantage "I left him in despair. I saw the mother, a sen- concealed in the wood, we heard, it is true, a noise of being received at the house of a banker, a' most sible woman, who, like Madame Jourdain, did not of wheels and horses; the sand on the banks apviolent member of the Opposition ; he is one of my wish her daughter to become a great lady. The duke peared also to have been scattered about ; but that old friends of the Empire."
was young; but, on the one hand, Emma did not was all, and we soon afterwards proceeded to tho “Do not tell me his name, Count; I know whom look at him, and on the other, beneath the excessive great basin. you mean."
politeness of the nobleman, the mother could easily " Louis XVIII., who made us marry,' said I to “ I was yesterday at his house. In the course of perceive all his disdain ; it was a sort of comedy my wife, ‘ought to order the water-works to be set the evening I saw entering the drawing-room a fine,. tempered by the elegant manners of the day. But playing to celebrate our nuptials ; it would be a tall, well-made young man, superb eyes, black and my father-in-law was fascinated, and the marriage well-timed gallantry. What do you think of it, curly hair. There is not a finer man amongst the was about to be concluded, when I received the visit Emma ?' life-guards of your Majesty." of the young duke.'
“Oh! I should be delighted,' answered Emma. “Was it the son of the regicide!" asked Louis
“Sir,” said he to me, on entering my room, 'I am I have never seen such a spectacle ; it must be a XVIII.
about marrying the girl you love, and I have just fine one !' “ Himself. He came and took a seat near mine, been made acquainted with the love she feels for
Hardly had she achieved speaking, but lo! the then entered into conversation with a half-pay colo- you; I would not, for a world cause the misfortune basin fills, the water spouts throw out their contents, nel, who is also one of my acquaintances." of two persons, and I accordingly resign.'
the griffins, toads, and chimeras send forth a bub"I understand, my dear Scævola,' said the colonel “ These are nice feelings for a duke,' said the bling froth, which glitters in the sun, and strearns to him, that you are one of the happiest men in colonel.
on, now roaring, now sweetly singing in the air. Paris at the present moment; I thank for it your "• I do not generally believe in such generosity,' The atmosphere is refreshed, everything looks lively. lucky star.,'
pursued Scævola, where a pretty woman is con- We then leave the great basin, wondering at so many “My lucky star,' answered Scævola. "Say, cerned, besides six hundred thousand francs, and marvels
, and we run into that fresh retreat where, rather, Louis XVIII. ; it is the King of France who plenty niore to come.'
behind a dark screen of green trees the finest wateris the cause of my fortune and happiness.'
“Do you know what had happened? I will tell spout in the world rises above the surrounding oaks, “You are joking.'
you: Louis XVIII. had been apprised of the match, and falls again in silvery grapes. My wife looked ". Judge yourself. There was residing, some and had positively forbidden such a mesalliance to all amazement, and I was asking to myself if my time ago, in the Rue St Denis, an angel, a sweet, take place.'”
father, one of the late rulers of the Republic, had kind and witty young girl, whose beauty was so re
“Of course! I remember it well,” exclaimed Louis come again into this world to give orders at Saint markable, that during six months of my life, Iw XVIII., when the Count had reached this part of the Cloud.'” positively jealous of all the inhabitants of Paris from story; "it was the Duke de - Assuredly not. “Most assuredly not!" exclaimed Louis XVIII., eighteen to thirty-five years of age. Her father is I would not have him marry a haberdasher's daugh- starting up from his seat, and stamping upon the one of the richest merchants of that industrious street; ter. Fy! We should have had then at the Tuilleries carpet with his gouty foot. “No! I am the King and I, to whom my father has left but a mediocre for- but ladies acquainted with the price of lace or the of France, and the only master at Saint Cloud. tune, I fell so ardently in love with the girl, that I measure of calico. I opposed the marriage." What a strange man is your Scæola, my deor surprised myself a hundred times, wishing that that “ La Rue St. Denis is in a rage,” said the Count Count! The fact is, I went on that day to Versailles, Crossus of merchants might be utterly ruined. God
“ La Rue St. Denis and its inhabitants will do as and passed through Saint Cloud ; the water-works forgive me now! However, I introduced myself to they please,” replied the king, “I will not have them were to play on my passage, but the orders had been the family, was received with kindness, and loved at the Tuilleries. Go on.”
badly given, and still worse executed, so that I was by the girl. Her mother looked upon me with a ““I am ready, sire,' Scaevola said to the colonel. already far off when they began to work. The keeper good eye, I presented my request. My love was ' I ran to my father-in-law; he was exasperated : he
shall be discharged.” not precisely rejected; but the father, a very ambi- did not remember having been a modéreé in '95; but
"When the last griffin had poured out its last tious man, who dreams now of municipal honors, he mentioned to me all the montagnards with whom drop of water,' continued Scævola, 'we came back communal glory-nay, perhaps a seat in the Cham- he had been an intimate friend, deploring at the same
to Paris, and after dinner, Emma, who had desired bers—the father gave but a semi-approbation, and time the shameful prodigality of the Bourbons in
that our nuptials might be simple, and, above all asked for delay.
distributing the Cross of the Legion of Honor, the things, she might be spared the supplisc of a ball, a allured, no doubt, by the marriage-portion of Emma ites ; and, anxious to set the Court at defiance by left her mother, and is not acquainted with the plea“'In the meanwhile an aristocratic family, star of the brave, as he called it
, to unworthy favor- thing always tiresome to a young bride, Emma
wished me to take her to the theatre. She has never (my wife's name is Emma, colonel), entered into a marrying his daughter to an Opposition man, he
sures of Paris; she had never seen Talma. I accordparley with my father-in-law. Emma would have gave me Emma. Such are men, colonel. You see been a duchess, she would have been introduced at now well enough that it is not to my father-in-law ingly took her to the Theatre Français, where they court ; my father-in-law wished to be an adjoint ; that I am indebted for my wife ; I hold her from the were playing by special desire. Every place was he would be made a mayor; he would enter the hands of Louis XVIII.'
occupied, and we were mournfully promenading in Council-General; he would become a deputy... “ This the colonel readily admitted. A circle had
the lobby, when a boxkeeper came to me, and taking
me aside, Why did they say to him, have you nothing at your been formed round the new-married man, who conbutton-hole? We will put there a red ribbon. My tinued thus:
• • Sir,' said she to me, I can dispose of a box; father-in-law summoned me into his presence; I “This is not all : and Louis XVIII, not satisfied will you have it?' now forgive him from the bottom of my heart; one with favoring my marriage, has royally contributed "• I gave her ten francs, and we were soon after must have pity on human weakness. “My friend,” | to the festivities.'”
settled comfortably in a side-box; I will not tell you said he to me, “you know what an abyss separates “ How so,” interrupted the king ; “ have I signed the pleasure Emma felt. Talma was playing Manus now from the past—the abyss of revolutions. As the marriage settlement ?"
lius, and the great magician had talent enough to to me, I have always been a good citizen, but no “You will see what your Majesty has done sire; divert my wife's love at least for a few hours. Bemontagnard ; nay, I was prosecuted during the Revo-hear what Scavola says ;
tween the acts I went out and inquired of the boxlution for being a modéré, and you, I fear you are of As soon as we were married, we set out for keeper what lucky chance could thus bave procured
me a box, which was evidently preserved for some I, who knows the bride, has made a very seduc- said the director, after the performance, as he kissed one else.'
ing portrait of her beauty, and they are all indignant her hand. " It is no chance,' said she to me; it is the at your having prevented an ancient family from “My dear impresario," replied she, “it is here as king.' getting rich."
in politics-you must lead the movement, or else bo ••• How, the king !
• Very well, very well, Count," said Louis XVIII., swept away." “Yes, the king. His Majesty was to come, but delighted at the idea of having thus thrown the alarm
CURIOSITIES OF LOTTERIES.—The Romans inhe has given contrary orders, and sent a message in the Pavillon Marsan. “ But what next have they vented lotteries to embellish their Saturnalia. This that the reserved boxes might be disposed of.'" said? They must have looked for a word, for an
féte commenced with a distribution of tickets, by " It is true," said Louis XVIII., “my gout, my epithet, to affix to my title of King of France and which might be gained a few prizes. The lotteries cruel gout, condemned me to spend that evening with Navarre."
of Augustus consisted of articles of very little value ; Father Elysée, instead of going to see Talma ... " Ah! sire, I will never dare .
but Nero established them on a plan advantageous and your Monsieur Scævola ?”
Courage-speak out. You are a friend, Count; to the people, consisting of a thousand tickets a “My Monsieur Scævola, sire, has much enlivened the King of France will know nothing about it.”
day, by which several, whom fortune favored, aethe evening with his story, and little did he suspect They said you were a montagnard and a Ja
quired great wealth. The lotteries of Heliogabalus he was relating it in the presence of one who would cobin."
were of a very singular kind. The lots or prizes narrate it again before your Majesty."
“ Biavo !" cried out Louis XVIII., in rubbing his
were either very important or very insignificant. “ The truth is,” said the king, “that chance has hands.
For instance, there would be a prize of six slaves, arranged matters so as to render them probable. And And for a whole week he forgot his gout and his and another of six flies. One man might gain a preas to the Duke of ?" rheumatism.
cious vase, and another a common earthen jar. This “He has made up his mind, like a sensible man,
lottery, thus composed, was a very just picture of and has tried to make friends with M. Scavola. I
the inequality with which Fortune distributes her did not believe him so clever."
favors. In 1685, Louis XIV., surpassed in this reLouis XVIII. considered for a while ; a look of
spect the Roman emperors. The magnificent lottery malice flashed on his countenance, his eyes sparkled, ALBONI's Whistle.—The following anecdote is which was drawn at Marlé, on the occasion of the and after having ascertained the time marked on his recorded of Alboni, who has often been compared to marriage of Mademoiselle de Nantes with M. le clock, “ It is eleven, Count," said he : "you are a German student, having all the sang froid and Duc, was filled with all the precious jewelry which going to render me a service.” courage usually attributed to that class.
wealth could purchase, ingenuity invent, or talent “Let your Majesty dispose of me,” said the Having heard, on the day of her arrival at Trieste,
execute, in perfection. Count.
that a cabal was being organized against her, she “Go to the Duchess d'Angouléme, you will find wended her way to the estaminet, and mingled with
The Actor's FarewELL TO THE STAGE.-One her with my nephew, and also my brother : they are the conspirators—her short locks, full figure, and night—the night of retirement-makes terrible all there. You will narrate this story ; but what dégagé air rendering it difficult to divine her sex.
change, and holds a frightful division: one side we Monsieur Scævola has only supposed, you will really
"I am a stranger,” said Alboni, addressing her- see the pomp of pageant, the measured march, the impute to me. You will say that I intended to self to the Brutus of the party; “ but if there's fun robe, the gemmed crown, the lighted eye, the crowd, favor that young man, and that it is the reason which on hand, count on me.”
the brilliancy, the shout, the triumphs of wellmade me break off the match of the Duke of
• Agreed,” was the reply ; " we are preparing to feigned passion, the beauty of breathed poetry! On Do not forget the water-works at Saint Cloud, nor hiss down a cantitrice this evening."
the other side all is dark! Life's candles are burnt Manlius. Go on."
What has she done-anything wicked ?"
out-ay, and in one night! We see the by-gone “But, sire
“We know nothing about her, except that she actor, bent from his pride of place, creeping about “Never fear; there will be no harm done." comes from Rome, and we wish to have no singers
in his impoverished state-feeble, dejected, comAt midnight the Count came back to the king. here of whose reputation we are not the creators."
monly attired, solitary, lost! The past remains to “Well! Count, what have they said ?"
“That appears to me fair enough. Now as to the
him a pang-like dream! Stripped at once of all his “They question the truth of the story, sire, and part I am to take in the affair."
greatness, he wanders about like one walking in his affirm that the day Talma played Manlius, your Ma- "Take this whistle ; each of us carries a similar sleep-seeing others usurp his throne in the public jesty was really detained by the gout. As to the
At a sigual, which will be given after the air heart, or, not daring to abide the misery of such an water works, they say your Majesty has passed so of Rosina in the “Barber of Seville," you have but usurpation, straying solitarily to some distant spot rapidly through Saint Cloud, that everything may to add to the tempest which will be raised.”
--some foreign shore-there to hear no storm of be ascribed to chance. In opposing the marriage of “I comprehend ;” and Alboni, faithful to her dis- applause, no deafening shouts of a multitude, but to the Duke de Lyou have done a thing they ap- guise, received from the hand of her dupe a pretty
see quiet sunsets, hear the evening wind die along prove of, by preventing a mesalliance. Besides, black whistle, attached to a red ribbon.
the waters, and watch the “untumultuous fringe of some one has judiciously remarked that a Cross of That night the theatre was crowded to the ceil- silver foam,” woven momently and monotonously the Legion of Honor had been promised to Scævola's ing. At the rising of the curtain Almaviva and Fi- at his feet. He is Lear turned out by his pelican father-in-law, and they accordingly think that had garo, two favorites, were listened to with attention,
children from pomp to poverty. your Majesty really had the intention of favor- but when Rosina appeared in the scene in which she LORD ELDON IN HIS Cups.—One evening, John ing Scævola, the Cross of Honor would have been addresses the jealous tudor, a half-dozen whistles Clerk—Lord Eldon—had been dipping rather too granted."
sounded their shrill notes through the house, un- deeply in the convivial bowl with a friend in Queen " Ah! they do think so,” said the king, rather mindful of the signal to be given by the leaders of Street, and on emerging into the open air, his intelexcited. “Well then ! go there again to-morrow, the cabal.
lect becoming a considerable degree confused, and and come back to me afterwards. I will pacify La Alboni advanced to the foot-lights, and displayed not being able to distinguish objects with any Rue St. Denis." the whistle suspended round her neck.
degree of minuteness or certainty, he thought himOn the day following the “Moniteur" contained a “Gentlemen," said she, with a smile, “ We must self in a fair way of losing the road to his own house royal ordinance, appointing Monsicur Paul Ledru a not hiss me, but the cavatina ; you have commenced in Picardy Place. In this perplexity he espied some Knight of the Legion of Honor, in reward, it is too soon,”
one coming towards him, whom he stopped with said, of his unalterable probity and integrity.
There was a moment of silence—then thunders of this query : “D'ye ken whaur John Clerk bides ?" The Count kept his appointment. applause rang through the house.
• What's the use o' you speerin' that question ?" “Are they satisfied to-day, Count ?" asked the The cantatrice was that night called eleven times said the man ; "you're John Clerk himsel.' “Iken king, as soon as he entered the room. amidst showers of bouquets.
that," answered John ; “but it's no himsel that's “Oh! sire, they no longer doubt. The Duke de “I had no idea you were aware of this cabal,” I wanted—it's his house."
A FEW WORDS ABOUT BEARS.
The devil has often taken the shape of a bear monastery was suppressed, an eagle and a she bear -a distinction, duly appreciated by the bear, no were constantly kept there, in memory of the Saint, doubt.
who died in 670. IN claim any sort of allusion to certain varieties of Saint Ghislain (or, as some call him, Guillain) is
But before dying he desired to visit Saint Armand, the hum:n kind; we speak only of veritable bears— said to have been of Greek origin, and was Bishop who was preaching the true faith at Antwerp, and on animals more sociable at times than their brothers of Athens. He was despatched into the province of his way thither, Saint Ghislain stopped for a time by metaphor. And as we are not writing their na- Hainault from Rome by Pope Honorius; but we
near Brussels, in a part of the forest of Soignes, tural history, we shall not pause to describe them, prefer thinking he was a Belgian, as his name indi- which now forms part of the city. He there effected but shall merely observe that the savans have given
However that may have been, he retired many conversions, and built, to the honor of Saint to the bear and the monkey an origin in common from the world in 648, and built himself
, near Mons, Peter, a small chapel; the road which conducted to with ourselves. We are, in fact, according to the a little hermitage, where he lived in such sanctity it
, and which now leads from the Rue des Tanneurs authorities above mentioned, bears-only a little ad- that the example of his virtues, as well as the unction into the Rue Haute, is still called the Rue Saint vanced. They suggest that, in his manner of fight- of his discourse, decided Sainte Valdetrude and Sainte Ghislain. ing, the bear erects himself upon his hinder feet, like Aldegonde to embrace a religious life. He made, it
The city of Brussels was then in its infancy, being us; and, to carry the semblance still further, that is said, a multitude of conversions.
almost entirely enclosed within the Grande Ile of he hits with his fists, throws stones dexterously,
One day, as King Dagobert, who reigned over both Saint Gery. By the side of a bridge, defended by a licks his paws, loves dancing, and is susceptible of France and Belgium, was hunting in the forests of wooden gate, which led into the city, stood, just education. Our present purpose is to say a few Hainault
, he strayed from his company in pursuit of where the Marché-aux-Eufs now stands, a small words concerning some celebrated individuals of the a large bear, which, knowing what it was about, house, built at the edge of the Senne. An old man, bear family.
sought refuge in the hermitage of Saint Ghislain. whom Saint Gery had brought over to the true faith, We shall have occasion, in a few minutes, to The saint was at his devotions, and did not look and whom he had baptised under the name of
round. speak more at length of the bear of Saint Ghislain.
The bear squatted beside a basket, in which Etienne, lived there. This Etienne bad a daughter, Meanwhile
, we will notice the bear of Saint Vaast, the hermit left his sacerdotal ornaments. Soon after, pretty, pious and charitable, with whom the buyers Bishop of Arras, an animal which that holy prelate King Dagobert entered the hermitage, and was not a and sellers of fish, &c., placed the alms which the trained so well that it rendered him eminent service, little startled and surprised to see the monstrous early Christians were wont to devote to the relief of in memory of which the monks of Saint Vaast had animal lying at the feet of an old man engaged poor pilgrims and travellers. always a bear in their abbey.
One day a renowned brigand, named Stock, having Saint Corbinian obliged a bear to carry him in
Saint Ghislain turned at the noise made by the
seen the young maiden, was so smitten with her that stead of his ass, which this bear had eaten. Saint prince's entrance.
He then perceived what had oc- he resolved, during the night, to force an entrance Martin of Verton did the same thing.
curred, and begged the life of the bear. Dagobert into her father's house, to carry off the treasure We read in the Reverend Denis-le-Chartreux, that immediately recognised the man of God, whose name which he knew was kept there for the help of the a Norwegian hermit passed many months in the was celebrated throughout the country, and accorded
poor, and to possess himself of the beautiful girl — versed, and in whom he found much more upright- him, and praying him to rely upon him for counte- exploit with the ferocious villain, who was the terror society of a bear, with whom he now and then con- / that which he had solicited ; and after embracing with violence even, should she resist ; a common
nance and support, he retired and left the Saint with of the country, and whom no one had ever been able ness than in the common run of men.
his bear. Bears have done many good actions. Of these
tu vanquish. we note one performed in the service of Saint Co
No sooner was the King departed than the bear
By chance the good Saint Ghislain, on his return lumba, who was protected by a she bear against the arose, took up the basket with its contents, and, cvil designs of a brigand.
laden with this precious burden, fled away towards from Antwerp, had come at night-fall to demand Formerly there were great numbers of bears in the place where she had left her young. She knew shelter of old Etienne. At one o'clock, when all the the forests of Belgium. A large one, pursued by the that by so doing she would be able to draw thither world was sleeping except the Saint, who was recit
ing his matins, the atrocious Stock noiselessly entered Emperor Charlemagne, took refuge in the church of the hermit who had protected her. The spot was a Saint Gudule, at Morzèle, and, miraculously affected charming and picturesque one, afterwards called the house. Before thinking of looking for the money by the sanctity of the place which had given him an
Ursidong, or the Bears Grove, situated in the forest, which he proposed to carry off, he turned an eager asylum, he would not afterwards leave the innocent on the border of the river Haine, which has given its gaze upon the beautiful form of the sleeping virgin. name to Hainault.
Unhesitating in his diabolical purpose, he moved virgins, with whom the bear lived like a lamb. So
As the bear had calculated, Ghislain followed her ;
towards her, but as he did so he felt himself seized say the old chroniclers.
In many ways the bear has been held in honor. but, impelled by the desire to join her little ones, she from behind ; two powerful hands held him as in a Without speaking of the two constellations which went so fast that the Saint in a very short time lost vice; his prodigious strength, which nothing had shine in the heavens under his name, we may men
sight of her. He found himself bewildered in the ever before overcome, was exerted now in vain. In tion that a Swedish family (as you may read in midst of the vast forest, where the foot of man had the efforts which he made to turn and face his Olaus-Magnus) prides itself upon its descent from never yet traced a path, when an eagle appeared be- antagonist, he distinguished the head of an enormous
bear. He uttered a horrible cry. the warrior Uphon, son of a bear. Don Ursino le fore him, fluttering to attract his attention. Ghislain,
seeing something extraordinary in all this, suffered The maiden awoke, terrified, and scarcely conscious Navarino was proud of having been suckled by a bear. Two Swiss cantons have taken the bear for himself to be guided by the eagle, and presently of what was passing before her. The bear of Saint
Ghislain, carrying the stifled brigand, opened a their arms; and the Emperor Frederick II. founded arrived at the Grove of the Bear.
window at the back of the house, which overhung at Saint Gall the Order of the Bear.
This spot he found to be so attractive and con
the Senne, and threw him into the river, which bore We read in Saint Foix, who cites his authorities, venient, that he transported thither his dwelling.
his body helplessly away towards the sea. that when the Ostiacks have killed a bear, they make His new friends, the eagle and the bear, never him the humblest excuses possible for having taken quitted him. Numerous anchorites, drawn by the The fair girl, after falling on her knees, and his life, representing to him that, in point of fact, it reports of these marvels, came and placed themselves rendering thanks to heaven, went and aroused her was not they who had taken his life, because they under the discipline of the Saint. They built a grand father ; and at break of day the Saint, blessed by all, had not forged the iron by which he had been monastery, around which, in process of time, grew a departed with his faithful companion the bear. pierced; than which, it must be confessed, nothing town, which was called Saint Ghislain. It is two Above old Etienne's door was sculptured the figure could be more polite and convincing.
leagues from Mons and four from Condé. The of the animal which had at once saved his daughter When the Canadians have killed a hear, one of the Abbots of Saint Ghislain were lords spiritual and and delivered the country of the horrible Stock. At hunters places a pipe between the animal's teeth, in temporal.
the present time, the same house, many times resign of reconciliation.
Up to the end of tho last century, when the l built, is an estaminet, the sign of which is a bear.
Τ Ε Τ Ε - Α - Τ Ε Τ Ε,
gave no clue to a solution of the question. At last vented formerly the successful operation of his plan
a gentleman suggested a ruse. While others were to have now been overcome. Well, we shall see what WITH READERS AND CORRESPONDENTS. engage him in conversation, another was to dandle we shall see, and believe when we have seen. But
up and down a baby, and at last, by accident, appear what has become of his other plan of making comMADAN ADAME ANNA THILLON, whose bewitch- to drop it
. The proposal was adopted, and at the bustible the “ casing air ?" It would seem as if he ing acting and fine singing have so long de climax, when the apparent catastrophe occurred, the had a perfect passion for merging the three great lighted the Knickerbockers, has sung her last song, suspected youth gave a sudden and decided scream. elements into one, viz., fire : which fondness for an and smiled her last smile in this country. Her last This evidence was voted sufficient. Had he been a article possessed so extensively in other regions, looks appearance, which was the occasion of a complimen- man, it would not have been a scream, but an oath. as though he might be an emissary of the Evil One. tary testimonial, was one of those brilliant affairs that He, or she, was confronted with the charge, when in In the olden time the greatest of impossibilities was occur but at brief intervals in the dramatic world. much confusion, she confessed her sex. The name setting the North River on fire. Now, however, the Niblo's never presented a more inspiriting and beau- of the sagacious gentleman who proposed the ruse is possibility of it is strongly claimed, and with this tiful scene that it did on that evening. It was not given. It should be. What was it ?
possibility the power also of firing the atmosphere. crowded, absolutely and unqualifiedly ; crowded in
The best of arguments, logical and con- Just think once of the danger of this last idea. every corner, crevice, or point of vantage,” by a clusive, may sometimes be utterly ruined by a smart Supposing it to be demonstrated beyond doubt, think brilliant and an enthusiastic audience. And when, stroke of ridicule. A young man, who was known of us momentarily imbibing a something that might at the close, the lady was summoned forth, a niagara generally to be obliged to wear“ a scratch,” came to suddenly make us a very hot oven, and do us very of flowers poured down upon her devoted head, and a period, not long ago, in a debating club. “I must brown. But really if the air should turn out to be to one of the bouquets a something was attached, say I like what the gentleman says, well enough,” combustible, ought it not to be rated extra-hazardous ? which a lady in our company, with a proverbial femi replied his opponent; “but what of that? He may And wouldn't it be the duty of our city fathers to pass nine shrewdness, guessed to be a diamond bracelet. manage to get off tolerably good things at times, in an edict compelling it to be stored outside city limits? Whether diamond or a bracelet, we sayeth not; but his way ; but when he's got entirely through, one Will somebody tell us ?" the lady spoke with every assurance of confident can't help thinking he's no very great scratch, after
We came across a young lady in the knowledge. all! The other side prevailed, of course.
cars the other day, who amused us considerably, if There has been no prima donna amongst us lately
At a place of public amusement the other not more, in spite of ourself. She was one of a 80 generally popular as Madame Thillon. Her sing- evening, we saw an excellent illustration of the su- small travelling party. She sat facing her friends, ing may not be brilliant, but it has expression, while perior power of coolness over passion. A bullying, and riding backwards. A book was in her hands, her acting is perfectly fascinating-genial, hearty, blustering fellow, for some cause or the other, had and her head was bent over to it busily. She was and overflowing with an abundance of animal spirits. taken offence at a gentleman near him, and began to deep in the story,—we knew it was a novel,—and She is en voyage for Europe. It is to be hoped that swear at and threaten him. The gentleman eyed going it at as swift a rate as the train itself. Her she will yet relent of her purpose to visit this country him very quietly, and replied to him in a few cool lips moved fast, fashioning the words on the page no more, and once again let us enjoy the warm sun- words.
with their ruby outlines. While the words were light of her smile and the eloquent glance of her eye. “ I'll break your head for you !" thundered out the smooth and small, especially while there was a pretty PEACHES! now furious bully.
steady run of monosyllabics across the printed leaf, Melons!!
Well, sir, when will you begin ?" was the pro- she made quite pretty work of it; but the moment Cholera!!!
vokingly cool rejoinder, as the speaker slowly and she tripped out from these, and began to flounder What a conjunction, to be sure, have we here ! quietly rose from his seat.
about among big-jointed words, gnarled and twisted Ah, yes, indeed, what a pity it is now that one can
This reply brought down such a laugh upon he of at their huge roots, and entangled all up with adjecnot see the rich, red, crisp heart of the melon laid the pugilistic accomplishment, that he calmed down tives, prepositions, and hitherto unknown proper open before him, but what straightway grim visions at once, virtually confessing himself conquered.
nouns, we actually feared for the dislocation of her of the cholera must start up to fright his soul from
Says the “Boston Post :"__" There jaws. Her lips were twisted in a way we couldn't its propriety. How confoundedly provoking it is to are thirteen thousand marriageable girls now in the describe, if we were to try a week. And, finally, be unable to contemplate the glowing, dappled cheek factories at Lowell. It is pleasant to know, in she was obliged to give it up as a bad job, and bite of the luscious peach, but dreams of cramps and this world of misery, that there are thirteen thou- her lips for as much as ten minutes, to hold them tospasms and collapses must thrust themselves between and men yet to be made happy. (?)”
gether. But to see her open her mouth to get off you and your happiness. And then the pear, too, Now we want to inquire of the “ Boston Post” the big, long words! It was real fun. even the golden vergalos, why must it too be thrust what it means by that note of interrogation (?) at
A friend is the authority for the folinto such disagreeable company? What, O benefi- the close of the above paragraph? Does the “ Post” lowing little anecdote. A certain reverend gentlecent and all bountiful Pomona, who from thy willing mean ironically to insinuate against the certainty of hand scattereth such rich treasures upon the earth such happiness? Does it mean a sly sneer against by a member of church, a judge, who liked to be, on
man, upon one occasion, was accosted after service, what hast thou done that this shame should come any kind of matrimonial happiness? Is the “ Post” occasions, something critical. upon thy offspring ? Why must the apple, the pear, indulging in an underhand sarcasm at the sex gene
“Well, sir," said the judge, “that was a very the plum, the peach, and the melon be but the pre- rally? These questions we propound gravely, and' cloquent sermon of yours.” cursor, tho herald, the ally even of that daţk and we expect replies solemn and truthful. A score of
“Yes, it was,” was the reply of the parson, who dread monster, who strides now over the earth strik- ladies, at whose instigation we speak, demand an knew his man. ing down and blasting the human kind? Oh, Po- answer. The meaning of that note of interrogation
“ And very learned, too." mona, let thy gifts be to us as they were wont! Let they are resolved to know. They think that they
Undoubtedly," willingly acquiesced tho divine. them confer no more sickŋoss and sorrow upon us. snuff in it a wholesale contempt for them, and an
“And orthodox." Let them be to us, as of yore, full of gladness and of outright pity for those bearded ones who are suc
“Certainly." pleasure—a boon and a blessing to all the earth. cuessfully netted in the great matrimonial web. And
“And yet, who could understand it ?" said the A new Solomon hath appeared. Our if their suspicions prove true, let the perpetrator of
judge. exchanges tell a story of an instance of Solomonania that paragraph, and the author of that note of inter
"Ah, sir," replied the parson, with an air of that occurred in a Western town, well worth passing rogation, beware.
triumph, “ I agreed to furnish my parish with serfrom hand to hand. A stranger had arrived at the
PAINE, whom we thought was sunk into mons, not brains," hotel of the town, whose youthful and femenine-like oblivion deeper than ever plummet sounded, has sud- " Indeed,” rejoined his judgeship, quickly, “I appearance led to the suspicion that he possessed no denly turned up again with his grand invention of should think so !" legitimate right to the breeches. It was a delicate making water burn. Some of the press are again puf- The parson scratched his head, and looked very matter to assert, and his manner and conversation fing him, and saying that certain obstacles which pre-l much as if he thought himself in a corner.
THERE is another new poet in England.
I'vz got a very short phonetic style of But new poets in England, since the dawn of Alex- bunts through his Bible sometimes for something spelling the word Poem," observed an old acquaintander Smith, are of daily occurrence ; and, what is else than sound doctrine with which to fortify him- ance, whose long absence betrayed his industrious strange, the young Scotchman's peculiar kind of self against temptation, lately came upon the passage suit of some new thing. gerius seems to have sprung up in a great many in the Old Testament in which is told the story of “What is it ?" we inquired, listening with all our different quarters. His imitators are numerous, and Balaam and his ass. The miracle of the ass's speak- ears. the imitations wonderfully like—so much so, indeed, ing astonished him, as it seemed, more than ever. • Why," said he, “this is it :-Pooh! Hem ! that the reader is almost tempted to think that He puzzled over it a long time, but to no practical Poem! Don't that spell it ?" Alexander's style, after all, is but mere sham and purpose. At last light seemed to dawn on his We leave it with the reader if it don't. sounding brass, it can be imitated with so much beclouded brain :
A man who has just bought him a little facility. But the new poet of whom we wish to “Ah! I have it, I have it !" said he, rubbing his spot in the country, thinks of trying, another season, speak is called Bigg. Certainly the new school of hand.
to raise a large quantity of snuff for market, from poets does not afford us names quite so swelling and " What is it?" asked a friend at his elbow. planting a great breadth of ground with “snuff imposing as Shelley, and Southey, and Wordsworth.
“Here it is now, the whole truth in a ltttle bit of a beans." He has likewise written to an agricultural Bigg! “Phævus, what a name !"-we all know nutshell! Balaam's ass talked to her master, and paper to know, if he can prevent his vines from runthe quotation. Bigg is full of all the extravagancies the world has been wondering about it ever since : ning where he may not wish them to, by looking out and absurdities of his school. He prates incessantly but if you'll read the whole story carefully through, sharp and nipping off their feet as soon as they apof stars, and moons, and suns ; of mountains, seas, you'll find that there is'nt so very much to wonder at; pear. He is at the present time engaged in planting and lakes. His imagery exists only in the most for the secret all comes out, when you observe that the seeds of fruit trees in boxes, in his wife's nursery, magnificent, gorgeous, and gigantic things of crea- it says the creature was a female !'
and hopes the children will amuse themselves with tion. Everything with him is of the superlative;
something besides digging them up before they come
A Scotcu poet, scarcely known in this he is forever plunging into wild excesses ; his
up of their own desire. Pegasus bestrides the world with gigantic leaps, country, by name James Wilson, who died in 1807,
Will the Committees of our Agricultural Societies And yet, with all his extravagancies, his talents are left a posthumous poem on “Silent Love,” in which
please keep their eyes on him ? this passion is admirably pourtrayed. The poet himreally of a high order. The following lyric is about self was a victim to it. He “never told his love,"
A FRIEND of ours, in conversation with the purest and the best thing in his volume :
but fed upon it, until it consumed hiin. The follow- a balloonist, the other day, was speaking of the great “ Thou pleadest love, and all things plead ;
ing extract gives the description. of one who truly improvements made in the matter of pistols. He For what is life but endless needing ; All worlds have wants beyond themselves,
felt what ho wrote ; and of a love, also, which he liked the revolver well enough, yet he rather clung to And live by ceaseless pleading declares, “amid all changes, knew no change :"
a pair of old horse-pistols that had reached him as an
heir-loom from many a generation back, and bespoke •6. The earth yearns towards the sun for light,
“ No man o'er loved like me. Wher but a boy
for them a kind consideration, The stars all tremble towards each other ; Love was my solace, my only joy ;
“Yes, yes," said the balloon-man, appreciatively, And every moon that shines to-night
It's mystic influence fired my tender soul,
“I think I understand the whole nature of your preHangs trembling on an elder brother.
And held me captive in its soft control! " Flowers plead for grace to live, and bees
By night it ruled in bright etherial dreams ;
ference. I must confess I should entertain the same Plead for the tinted doom of flowers ;
By day in latent ever-varying themes ;
myself. I am quite partial, I believe, to anything like Streams rush into the big-soul'd seas;
In solitude, or mid the city's throng,
a pair o`shoot (parachute) !"
Or in the festal halls of mirth and song ;
Here is a thrilling poem, which we Through loss or gain, through quietude or strife, .. The moon pleads for her preacher, Night;
This was the charm, the heart-pulse of my life,
advise our lady friends to read with salts at comOld ocean pleadeth for the moon;
While age has not subdued the flame divine,
“I saw him bare his throat, and seizo
The blue, cold, gleaming steel,
And grimly try the tempered edge,
He was so soon to feel.
“ He raised on high the glittering blade,
Then first I found a tongue, " And thus all cling unto each other ; Two eyes that spoke what language ne'er can do,
‘Hold, madman! stay the frantic deed"
I cried, and forth I sprung.
“ He heard me, but he heeded pot,
One glance around he gave,
And ere I could arrest his hand,
He had---began to shave !
The Graces smiled ; a bosom heaved below,
Blackwood, whose opinions must be
acknowledged to be entitled to great weight, uses the HERE is a scrap of excellent advice from O'er alabaster streak'd with purpling veins ;
following language upon the subject of romance
Her pencill'd eyebrows arching fair and high Gæthe, seasoned with a little philosophy withal :
O'er lids so pure they scarcely screen'd the eye:
reading : "Lose this day loitering, 'twill be the same story
In sylph-like symmetry her form combin'd
“There is nothing good comes from the intellect alone. All To-morrow, and tho rest moro dilatory:
To prove the fond endearments of the mind;
true sentiment, all noble, all tender feeling, comes not of the Thus indecision brings its own delays,
While on her brow benevolence and love
understanding, but of the mind--or heart, if we so please to And days are lost lamenting over days.
Sat meekly, like two emblems from above,
call it—which imagination raises, educates, and perfects. Are you in earnest ? Seizo this vory minute ;
And every thought that had creation there
Even feelings are to be made and are much the result What you can do, or dream you can, begin it;
But made her face still more divinely fair.”
of education. The wildest romances will, in this respect, Boldness has genius, power, and magic in it;
teach nothing wrong. It is not true that such reading enerOnly engage, and then the mind grows heated ;
A CORRESPONDENT relates that he over
vates the mind ; I firmly believe it strengthens it in every reBegin, and then the work will be completed!” heard the other day the following conversation in the spect, by unchanging it from a lower and cowardly caution.
It encourages action and endurance. We have not high That was an exceedingly kcen repartee street between two little boys :
natures till we learn to suffer. I have seen the unromantic of Lamb to Coleridge, one day, when they were din- 1st. Boy. “Oh, Bill, Patty's dead, and the coffin drop like sheep under the rot of their calamities ; while the
romantic have been buoyant, and mastered them." ing out together, and quite as genial, too, as it was is just come.” keen. “Did you ever hear me preach, Lamb ?" asked 2nd. Boy. “I say, Joe, where do you buy your We commend the above to the attention of all the great talker. “ Damme,” interrupted the punster, coffins ? We buy our’n in the Sixth-Avenue. They those people, whose habit it is to decry romantic “I've never heard you do anything else !''
keep the pürtiest thoro ; don't you think so ?” fiction.