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top of the soil belongs to me, just as the under soil out," said Torkel, “but I think we Norwegians preserved by a miracle, not by a trumpery trick. belongs to you.'

know how to handle them, and so do our gallant Esberne Snorre, indeed ; or any Dane, for matter of " Aye, aye!' said the Bjergman, 'I should like friends the Danes. Did you ever hear how Kallend that! A set of infidels? It is only a Swede who that very well. What do you propose ?" borg Church was built ?"

would give his eyes for the church." "Why, I propose to dig it up and sow it, and as The Englishmen, at all events, had not, and Tor- “I should like to know who Scania belonged to we have both of us a right to the ground, I think in kel went on.

at the time when Lund Cathedral was built,” said common airness we ought both of us to labor at it, “Esberne Snorre was building that church, and Tom, “ I do not think it was to the Swedes ; and I and then we will take the produce year and year his means began to run short, when a Troll came should like to know who took away its archbishopabout. The first year I will have all that is above up to him and offered to finish it off himself upon ric when they did get it, and made the great meground and you shall have all that is below; and one condition, and that was, that if Snorre could tropolis of all Scandanavia a trumpery little bishopthe next year we will change over, and then you not find out his name he should forfeit his heart ric under the see of Upsula ?" shall have all that is above and I will have all that and his eyes.

And I should like to know," said Torkel, “who is below."

“Snorre was very anxious to finish his church, made bishops ride upon asses, and drink .du' with "Well,' said the Troll, greatly pleased, that is and he consented, though he was not without miss the hangman. The Swedes give their eyes for the fair I like dealing with an honest man. When givings either, and the Troll set about his work in church, indeed! That for the Swedes !" snapping shall we begin?'

earnest Kallendborg Church is the finest church his fingers, and spitting on the ground. Why, next spring, I think ; suppose we say in the whole country, and the roof of its nave was This was a poser. Jacob was not only in the miafter Walpurgis night,* we cannot get at the ground to stand on four pillars, for the Troll drew out the nority, but clearly wrong in the matter of fact. At much before.'

plan himself. It was all finished except half a pil- the dissolution of the union of Kalmar, Scania, "• With all my heart,' said the Bjergman—and so lar, and poor Snorre was in a great fright about his though situated in Sweden, was

Danish province, they did. They worked very well together, but the heart and his eyes, when one evening as he came and its archbishop was, as he always had been, the Bjergman did twice as much work as his friend; home late from the market at Roeskilde he heard a inetropolitan. they always do when they are pleased ; and they Troll woman singing under a hill

At the present time it is quite true that Scania is sowed oats and rye and bear; and when harvest

a Swedish province; but this is a comparatively mo

“ Tie stille barn min, came the Huusbonde took that which was above the

Imorgen kommer Fin

dern arrangement. In the days when the cathedral ground, the grain and the straw which came to his

Fa'er din,

was built, though geographically a portion of Sweden, share, while the Bjergman was very well contented

O‘& gi'er dig Esberne Snorre's oino og hjerte at lege mid.'* it was politically a province of Denmark; nor with his share of roots.

“Snorre said nothing; but the next morning out was it till its capital, Lund, was deprived of its “When next Walpurgis night came round they he goes to his church, and there he meets the Troll ecclesiastical primacy. And the treacherous conduct dug up the ground again and this time the Bjerg- bringing in the last half pillar.

of Gustavus Vasa towards Canute, Archbishop of man was to have all that was above ground, so they 6. "Good, morning, my friend Fin,' said he, 'you

Westeras, and the contumelics to which they were manured it well, and sowed turnips and carrots; have got a heavy weight to carry.'

exposed, are a blot even in that blood-stained reign, and by and by, when the harvest came, the Huus- “Do not believe a word of that,” said Jacob, which Geijer himself, with all his ingenuity, cannot bonde had a fine heap of roots, and tho Bjergman there is not a word of truth in the story; and as vindicate, and which the Norwegians, from whose was delighted with his share of greens. There for Esberne Snorre's building a church, everybody protection the bishops were lured, are continually never came any harm of this that I know, each was knows he was no better than he should be at any throwing in the teeth of their more powerful neigh

bors. pleased with his bargain, and the Huusbonde came time of his life. He was not the man to build a to be the richest man in the Tellemark. You know church, much less to give his eyes for it.”

Birger himself was a little taken aback, not exactly the family, Torkel, old Nils of Bygland, it was his “It is true," said Torkel, “I have been at Kal- liking that the weak points in his country's history grandfather Lars, to whom it happened.”

lendborg Church myself, and have seen the half pil- should be thus exposed to strangers. "Well,” said Torkel, “it is quite true, then, I lar with my own eyes. The roof of the nave stands

“Never mind them Jacob," said he, forcing a laugh, can testify, I only wish I had a tenth part so many on three pillars and a half to this day.”

they are only Tellemarkers, and know no better. specie-dalers in the Trondjhem bank as old Niis “ More shame to the Kallendborgers, who never You and I shall see them, some of these days, climbhas." had religion enough to finish it,” said Jacob, “nor ing the trees of Goth's garden themselves.”*

This bit of national slang, which fortunately was "And our Norfolk squires,” said the Captain, ever will. Do you mean to deny that the devil carfancy it was their sagacity that discovered the ried off Esberne Snorre bodily! I think all the lost on the Norwegians, had the effect of soothing four-course system of agriculture! The Trolls were world knows that pretty well.”

the ire of the sulky Jacob, who drew near to his before them, it seems."

“That shows that he thought him worth the countryman with a happy feeling of partisanship.

“ The sooner the better,"said he, bitterly. “The system seems to answer quite as well in trouble of carrying,” said Torkel,“ he would never Norway as ever it did in England,” said the Parson, put himself out about carrying off you, because he "if all that Tom tells us about Nils of Bygland be knows you will go to him of your own accord.” true."

open“Come, come, Torkel,” said the Parson, “do not ing a Sheriff's ball” in England, Goth's garden being the

* Equivalent to " spoiling a market ” in Ireland, or “There is not a doubt of that,” said Torkel, “ all be personal, and take your fingers off your knife sant name of a place of execution in Stockholm, which is Tellemarken knows Nils of Bygland, and it is a great handle; we cannot spare our cook yet, and you adorned with permanent gibbets, and is so called from the pity, when we were crossing the lake, that we did seem to like Jacob's gröd yourself, too, judging by name of the first man who was hanged there. not stop at his house; he was never known to let a the quantity you eat of it; and now, Jacob, do not stranger go to bed sober yet.” grind your teeth, but let us hear why you do not

SONNET. "I should think he was seldom without company, believe Torkel's story, which certainly is very cir

'Tis pitiful to murmur at our fatethen," said Birger. cumstantial, not to say probable."

To cower beneath each gust life's wind doth blow; “It seems to have answered very well in this “Because everyone knows that it was Lund

To sway, like rootless saplings, to and fro,

Whiles feebly wailing, “Let the storm abate." particular case,” said Jacob, “but I do not think Cathedral that was built by the Trolls, at the desire

Oh, rather onward walk, thy soul olato you can trust beings without souls, after all. It is of the blessed St. Laurentius," said Jacob; "it With sense triumphant of God-given power, best just to make your offering to Nyssen, and to was he who promised his eyes for it, and had them And trustful of a future restful hour: the Lady of the Lake, and two or three others, and

Or, if thou canst not walk, stand firm, and wait !

Ilow oft the blast that made us desolate, then to have nothing more to do with them."

* Lie still, my child ;

Obscuring with dark clouds our morning light, “You certainly had better keep a sharp look

In the morning comes Fin

In turn, blows open wide some hidden gate
Thy father,

Of Hope, whence there outgleams upon our sight
And gives thee Esberne Snorre's eyes and heart to play with.

Some starry glory, whose effulgence bright,
* The thirtieth of April.
† Esberne Snorne is the Danish Faust.

Mak's glad, and pure, and beautiful our night

To be Continued.

PASSAGES FROM TIIE POETS.

Must all the bleeding tendrils of my heart
Be rudely wrenched and torn from thine apart ?
You taught my trusting soul no law to own,
No love to wish or heed, save yours alone.
That blessed love, whoso steady, cheering light
Has strengthened me, and made my pathway bright;
The only rose in all my thorny way,
Oh, must its fragrant bloom for me decay?

" I may not curse thee, Sarah. God hath blessed
God! who to Hagar grants nor peace nor rest!
Yet wherefore should thy hapless handmaid know
This dreadful agony-this crushing woc ?
Hath Ishmael mocked?' were Isaac in his stead,
Say, had tnine ire upon his youthful head
Such blasting, scorching fires of vengeance shed ?
Or hadst thou deemed it righteous punishment
If he and thou outcasts from home were sent,
In yon vast howling wilderness to rove
No cye to pity thce, no heart to love?

“I curse thee not-yet in thy sheltered home,
Where hated Hagar never more may come,
If in thy breast there dwells a human heart,
Oh, woman, loved and cherished as thou art,
Thins must be many a kcen, remorseful pang,
Sharp: stinging as the serpents venomed fang,
As midnight dreams, or fancy's pictures wild
Show thee the homeless wanderer and her child-

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Carl he forget that in the desert dreary There wanders one with footsteps weak and wearyHomeless, forlorn, a poor heart-broken stranger, Exposed to want, and fear, and every danger,

A mother, with her child ?

“Thou wilt remember me,
I see it in the glance upon me beaming-
I know it by the tears so swirly streaming,
And by the clasp of that dear hand now pressing
Upon my head, in voiceless, forvent blessing,

Remembered we shall be.

“And for this harsh decree. Oh, best beloved, I will upbraid thee never, But through despair, and want, and anguish ever

I will be trco to thee.

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“I go! I go! the dream of hope is o'er ; Hagar shall vex thy heart and eyes no more."

HAGAR'S FAREWELL.

I WISH MY LOVE WERE SOME FAIR STREAM.

BY AUGUSTA HERBERT.

669TWAS thine own act that made me what I am

'Twas thine own hand, proud Sarah, gave me upThy trembling bondmaid, to thy husband's arm I never asked his love-I wished it notI feared ye both-for was I not your slave? I was an orphan, friendless and forlorn, A stranger among strangers, and—a slave!

“My master seemed to love me, and my heart Expanded in the warm and joyful light or his affection. Fond and foolish heart,

Would that its torpor ne'er had passed away!
Joy, like the swelling buds of early spring,
Swelled in my bosom ; peace her dove-like wings
Spread o'er my head, and promised long to stay.
Oh, false and fatal peace! What has a slave to do

With love or joy?
“The dream of hope is passed, and I depart,
To hide me from thy jealous hate and wrath ;
Yet in my bosom's secret core I bear
One ray of comfort, which shall peace impart.
It was not Abram's will that drove me hence-

Alas! oh, Abraham!
“Hath God forgotten mercy-must I go !
Why hath he suffered me to love thee so ?

I WISH my love were some fair stream,

Soft singing through her woodland way; And I some star, whose loving beam

Might in her bosom rest its way. I wish my love were like the dew,

Half hidden 'neath the rose's lip ; And I the young dawn, trembling through

The fragrance, none but I might sip! I wish-like flowers that fondly mcet,

And cheer and charm the humblest spotOur lives might blend while life was sweet,

And even death divide us not !

I have said that had a little girl like me. And then he took me on these are my earliest his knee, and kissed my cheek, and showed me his recollections ; but I watch ; and so winning my confidence with gentle seemed even then to words, persuaded me to sing to him again. He have dim remem- listened to me very attentively; and when I had brances, broken and done, asked me to repeat it. My childish vanity shadowy enough, of was pleased for the first time, and I sung one of a time long before. my father's brilliant pieces. They were not so " Thank you, Alice,” he said at the close of my much remembrances, second performance ; "you are a good child, and either, as reflections now I will sing you a song in return.” And infrom a faded light, stantly the gentleman assumed the most comical like images mirrored expression I had ever seen, placed his hands on his dreamily in water. knees, and began to sing. I have

now no recollecFragments of old tion of the words or the air, but I remember dancrhymes and fairy sto- ing and rolling about in ecstacies of mirth. Ho ries floated in my seemed to tie up every feature into knots, his mind, mingled with mouth extended itself from car to car, and his the tones of a soft words poured forth as if he had a dozen tongues. voice; and these I In the midst of a torrent of volubility on the part used to strive to sum of the gentleman, and my shrill peals of laughter, mon back again, and the door opened suddenly, and my father walked in. loved to connect thc The stranger started, and his face became instantly scattered links with transformed to its previous mild good-natured rethe weavings of my pose : the merriment died away upon my lips ; my own fancy. Some- father looked sternly amazed; and as he advanced

times too, when I towards the visitor, reddened, and bowed with some ALICE HOFFMANN:

was lying in my bed, with the moonlight streaming formality.

in through the uncurtained window, I woke from “You are surprised to find me here, Hoffmann," AN AUTOBIOGRAPHY

pleasant dreams in which I seemed to see a gentle said he, blushing also; “but I came to see Soloman

face, forgotten, yet familiar, and then slept to dream down stairs about somo properties, and hearing I. again.

your child's voice singing overhead, I stole up stairs MY earliest

recollections--and they are of many I was very young at this time ; not more, I should to listen to her.”

years ago, for I am no longer young-carry fancy, than seven years of age ; but I never knew "It is a poor place for you to enter, Mr. Grimalme back to a dark and dirty room in the neighbor- the exact date of my birth, nor do I now.

The di,” said my father, proudly.

“ Poor, with this little treasure in it !” exclaimed hood of Drury Lane. The ceiling was smoke- house in which we lived was let out from kitchen stained, the paper faded and torn, and the windows, to attic. The ground-floor and shop belonged to a Mr. Grimaldi, taking me by the hand : " I should from never being cleaned, admitted no prospect and Jew, who made up clothing for the stage, and kept think my homo rich if I possessed her!" What a scarcely any sunshine from without. There was a all kinds of hideous masks, glittering dresses, magnificent voice the child has !" battered pianoforte in one corner, of that old-fash-swords, and fearful things, for hire. If ever I went

"Indeed ?" said my father, with a glance of cold ioned kind I knew afterwards was called a clavecin. out into the street, I hurried past his door with un- surprise. “I never heard her sing a note !" This was crowded with heaps of yellow dusty mu- controllable terror. I cannot even now recall, with- The strange gentleman whistled and stared, and sic. There was also a base viol, several violins, cut a shudder, the hideous laugh with which he looked from my father's face to mine with a curious and my father's music-desk, for he was a musician, lay in wait for my return, thrusting his yellow face expression of bewilderment. and played in the band of Drury Lane Theatre. I through the half-opened door, and asking me if I My father turned stiffly towards me : “ Can you also recollect that a portrait of Mrs. Billington, and would not give one little kiss to old Suloman! sing, Alice ?” he asked in a harsh tone. a print of David Garrick were suspended on the I had a beautiful voice. I used to sing for hours

I faltered, and looked down; but my friend an.

swered for me. walls, and that my father's easy-chair was gene- in the day, and delighted, in my father's absence, rally occupied by a large black cat, the dearest play- to repeat, in my clear childish treble, the airs and

Sing now," said my father peremptorily. fellow of my childhood. I was a lonely, mother-brilliant variations I sometimes heard him practis

I felt as if I could not utter a note, if I were to be less, neglected little creature, without amusement ing upon the violin. From daily exercise in this killed for it the next moment ; but the gentleman and without education. I could not read. There amusement, I attained to such proficiency that I saw my embarrassment, and kindly whispered some

words of encouragement and praise in my ear. I were some dusty volumes lying about with curious could warble the most difficult bravura passages frontispieces, and portraits of a past generation of with perfect fluency.

began the air I had last been singing ; but, alas ! at actors in strange dresses, scattered at long intervals One morning as I was singing thus, the door the fourth or fifth bar, my voice and memory failed ; amid their pages. These I used to look at day by opened slowly and softly, and a gentleman looked I trembled, stopped, and burst into a passion of

tears. day with hopeless admiration and perplexity, and in. turn over leaf after leaf of those mysterious printed

“Pooh," said my father contemptuously, "the

Go on, my dear," said he with the kindest smile characters which had no meaning for my eyes, till in the world ; “go on, and sing that pretty tune

child can't sing. She has no more voice than my I wept for very ignorance and shame. I used now again for me."

cat." and then to see my father reading the newspaper

The driving wind and rain beat pitilessly that

I was silent. on a Sunday morning, and sometimes smiling over " What ! quite dumb ?" said he, coming over and night against my chamber-window, as I lay shiverits contents. I never dared to ask him if I might | taking a seat opposite to me. “Well, if

ing upon my little bed, and sobbed myself to sleep. will

you learn to do the same, for he was harsh and cold, not sing, tell me your name.” and seldom seemed aware even of my presence ; The gentleman's voice and eyes were so pleasant,

II. but I have sat for many a silent hour and watched that I contrived to stammer: "Alice Hoffmann." I KNOW not how it happened, but my father the motion of his eyes along the lines with inexpressible longing.

father quite well, but had never supposed he I imagine that he must have listened at the doors,

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and returned to the house some time or other in the “No time like the nresent," said Mr. Smith : "let had given me money when I was taken away, and middle of the day to do so ; for I soon, alas ! had a her begin to-night."

many had kissed me, and said : "Good-night, little terrible proof of his confidence in my powers. * To-night !” exclaimed my father ; "but it's past one;" and my heart was lighter and my pockets It might have been perhaps three weeks after Mr. eleven !"

heavier than I had ever known either before. Grimaldi's visit, when the following events took “No matter-they never go till three or four in The next inorning, very carly, my father took mo place the morning."

home, and at night we went again He was now “It was winter-timo. My father was out as "Put on your bonnet, child,” said my father ; "we kinder to me in his manner, though I was not perusual. I had a scanty fire burning in the grate, are going out."

mitted to keep the money I nightly received in the which the old woman who waited on the lodgers O how wet, and cold, and slippery it was out in way of presents; and I never had the doll. I canfrom time to time replenished. I never was per- the dark streets! Not a shop was open-scarcely a not tell how long I continued to sing at the tavern. mitted to have a candle, so I used to sit singing, or creature stirring, save now and then a solitary The first night seems burnt into my memory, with strumming on the old clavecin by the faint firelight, watchman. I remember that dreadful night as well its hopes and fears, griefs and pleasures; but of the till I selt tired or sorrowful enough to go up stairs as if it were yesterday : the standing pools of water succeeding evenings my recollection is very imperto bed very weary, so I raked the ashes out some in the pavement—the long dark streets—the pale fect. They seem all blended confusedly together ; what earlier than usual, crept up softly to my room, flickering oil-lamps—the misty rain that clung to my but I imagine, from the seasons of the year, that I and soon fell into a profound and dreamless sleep. hair, and wet my clothes nearly through—the cold must have been in the regular habit of going there

I might have been there some thrce or four hours, raw wind, and the coaches that once or twice rattled for six months, when an event occurred that changed when I was roused by a heavy hand laid upon my past us on the way. It was a long, long distance the whole course of my life. shoulder, and a bright light before my eyes. that we went-down so many streets and turnings

It was summer-time. I was at home in the middle “ Alice,” said a stern loud voice ; " Alice, get up that my limbs ached, and I thought we never should of the day, when Mr. Grimaldi, whom I had never directly!"

arrive. Then we crossed a long bridge over a broad seen since the first time he came, entered the room I was sɔ terrified and confused, that I scarcely bright river, with the rain misting down upon the abruptly, and sat down besido me. understood a word; I did not even know where I water, and stopped at last vefore the door of a large

" Little Alice," said he, and his kind face was was, and I began to cry.

shop, with all its shutters closed, and a lamp hang. pale and troubled, “ you must put your bonnet on Stop that noise, child,” said my father in a deep ing outside. Mr. Smith knocked heavily upon the and come out with me.” smothered voice that I used to dread ; “ get up and door, and a sleepy-looking man opened it and admit

I timidly said that I dared not, for I had to go out dress directly. Do you hear? Be quick !” And ted us. The moment we were inside, I heard a with my father at night. giving me a parting shake, with a half-uttered great noise of people talking and laughing, a jingling

“Ah yes—I know-poor child, poor child,” he threat, he laid the candle down, and left the room. of glasses, and a sound like beating upon wood.

muttered; "what a life-what degradation !-But, Breathless, weeping, and frightened. I obeyed his " Alice,” said my father, stooping down and putting indeed, you must come, Alice," he continued ; “I am directions. The night was very cold, and seemed his lips close to my ear, “ you are going to sing pres- going to take you to my house, and we have no to pierce through me on leaving my warm bed. I ently. Do your best, and you shall have a doll; time to lose." I longed to go with him; but I was strove to wash the traces of tears from my cheeks, break down, and- He said no more, but his afraid my father would be angry. and glanced at the window. All without was voice and look was enough.

“No, Alice,” he replied gravely, and kissing my intensely black, and a thick mist was drizzling. In another moment I found myself in a room full forehead," your father will not be angry, my child.” against the panes. I heard my father's step upon of company, and brilliantly lighted. At first, the

So I went. There was a chaise at the door into the stairs.

noise, the heated atmosphere, the glare, the clouds which he lifted me, and then drove rapidly away. Are you ready ?" asked the imperious voice.

of tobacco-smoke, and the terror I experienced, de- As we turned the corner of the street, I saw a crowd I was ready; so I went down stairs, and there I prived me of all powers of observation : but when coming along, surrounding four watchmen, who found my father and another person. The stranger some moments had elapsed, I began to look round were carrying what seemed to me to be a sleeping was a large man with a red, cross face, and a coarse and examine the features of my audience. My

man upon a narrow board; but Mr. Grimaldi laid voice ; and I felt afraid of him.

father had taken a seat near the end of the table, his hand suddenly over my eyes, and I felt the hand "Is this the child ?" said he.

tremble. When he removed it we were in another “She's very small.”) and I was placed beside him. Mr. Smith was a long So much the better, sir,” said my father ; “ the way off at the head of the table, and his appearance him why he did so; but he made no reply. We

strcet, and the crowd had disappeared. I asked greater wonder.”

was welcomed with great thumping and the rattle of “What may be her age now ?" asked the stranger. glasses. All the company consisted of men, and then went along through many streets and roads,

out into the country, among green fields, and lanes, “Six or seven, I suppose,” replied my father with most of them looked merry and good-natured.

and cottages, to a pretty house, where a lady came an odd smile ; " but we'll call it five, Mr. Smith, or

Then Mr. Smith stood up, and said something out and welcomed us. She seemed surprised at four if you like best. No one will be likely to search about my father, and a great deal about me, and I seeing me, but her husband whispered in her ear, the register."

was called upon to sing. I distinctly recollect an and then she kissed me too, and took me into the And then they both laughed; but I was ready to old gentleman lifting me up, and placing me standing garden, and seemed very kind, but very sorry for cry again, for I felt so apprehensive. I believe my on a chair, that I might be seen and heard. In doing me; and that I could not understand. I was very fears wero chiefly that I was going to be sold and so, he found how cold and wet I was, and gave me happy indeed, and delighted with everything I saw ; carried away, so mere a child was I then!

something to taste out of his glass. Whatever it but every moment I dreaded to hear my father's "Well, Hoffmann, let's hear her first,” said the was, it did me good at the time ; the faces around angry voice inquiring for me, and this fear damped stranger when he had done laughing.

me looked smiling and pleasant, and I sang as well all my enjoyment.

as I could. Then there was such a shouting and "Sing a song, Alice," said my father ; " and mind,

But I never heard that voice in praise or blame jingling and clapping, that I was almost frightened again. My father was not angry with me for going if you behave now as you did the other day, I'll turn

at first, and thought the gentlemen were angry; but away with Mr. Grimaldi into the green fields, for he you out of doors into the street!"

I found, instead, that they wanted another song was dead, and that was his body I had seen borno The alarm which this threat occasioned me had Then I sang again, and, having another sip from my along the streets, on its way home from the theatre, the effect of giving me a sort of desperate courage. friend's tumbler, felt very merry and warm indeed, where he had expired. I sang, I know not what; but the stranger nodded and became quite happy. I do not know how many his head and rubbed his hands, and my father, times I could have sung that night, but at last my instead of scolding me, began talking earnestly with father said I should not go on any longer, and I was

III. him in an under-tone for some minutes. " Then it is settled, Smith,” said my father tri- a covering of heavy coats to keep me warm, where I carried into another room, and laid upon a sofa, with ALTHOUGH my father had never shown me

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tion, I was as much grieved at hearing of my umphantly; "and when shall we begin ?"

soon fell sound asleep. Almost all the gentlemen' loss as any child can be that does not understand the meaning of that strange word—death. But Mr. and sailors, and warehouses, and cranes, and high between both of hers. “And so you are our little and Mrs. Grimaldi were such kind and gentle friends, houses, and a city with steeples, and a river, and new friend, Alice Hoffman, my dear?" she said in that I fear I soon forgot him. At first, too, I am ships, and a confusion of voices all speaking a good English, though with a foreign accent : “ welashamed to say, I regretted the nightly excitement strange tongue, so that I was quite frightened, and come to your new home. Try to like it and be of the tavern—the cakes, the presents, the applause. clung to the captain's hand. Then he took me to a happy, and we shall all love you.” And then the

Mrs. Grimaldi was the first to discover how utterly tavern, where we dined, with a number of other lady kissed me on both cheeks, and led me up stairs ignorant I was; and I often heard her speaking people, at a long table; and he told me it was a to a room like a long gallery, with a row of ten with her husband on the subject. One day when table d'hôte; but I did not know what that meant, little bedsteads, with clean white draperies and he came home after a morning rehearsal at Drury unless it had something to do with the dinner, where coverlids. Here, she said, the eight young girls Lane, he called me to him, and taking me upon bis we had jam with our meat and vegetables, and thin whom I had seen slept at night; and my bed was knee, said : Little Alice, you are going to school.” soup and sour cabbages, none of which I could like the last one next the window. She then helped “Away from here?" I cried in terror, for I was at all.

me to change my dusty travelling-clothes, and took perfectly happy now, and never wished to leave my After this we went to a coach-office, where he me back to the sitting-room, where we supped. adopted home.

paid some money for me; and then into a yard, When the meal was over, the youngest of the “ Yes, Alice,” said he kindly; "a long way from where a great unwieldy vehicle was standing, and party read prayers aloud in German, and the lady here. Don't cry, my darling; people must learn to horses were being harnessed to it. There the cap- handed me a book : " There is an English psalmread and write; and I have been speaking about tain gave me a ticket, which he said secured my book for you, my child,” she said kindly, and I you at the theatre among your poor father's old place all the way; a paper in a little case, which he blushed and trembled, for I could not read, and I friends, and they have all offered to pay for your told me was my passport; a purse with some was ashamed to say so. I saw her glance keenly going to a beautiful school, where music is taught, money; and a bag of sweet biscuits. Then he put at me, and then at the book, and I felt that she had and where you will learn to make good use of that me into a comfortable corner inside the coach, and guessed my secret, but she said nothing. When pretty voice of yours, little Alice. Don't cry, Alice" shaking my hand very kindly, bade me good-bye, we rose from our knees, she kissed us all upon both —for I was sobbing as if my heart would break. and went away.

cheeks, and we went to bed. There was only one “ You will be very happy, Alice, for there are many Now I was more lonely than ever. It was getting in the room who conld speak a little English, and learners in this school, all of whom will be players evening; two or three other passengers took their this young girl occupied the bed next to mine. and singers by and by; and so will you ; and it is places inside, but not one spoke a word of English ; She told me that the eldest scholars slept in this in a beautiful country called Germany."

the hostlers and postboy shouted; the horses made dormitory, but that I was placed with them because “But can't I come and see you every Sunday, a great clattering, and away we went. I soon fell I was a foreigner, as it was feared that I might be Mr. Grimaldi ?" said I, clasping my arms about his asleep, waking only now and then to find that it teased by others of my own age, who could not neck, and weeping still. My friend laughed, and was dark night, and that all my companions were understand a word of my language. She told me, told me it was impossible, for Germany was a great asleep likewise. The next morning we got out at a also, that the academy held twenty boys and twenty way off across the sea; and then he told me about dirty inn, in a dirty village, and great herds of girls ; that pupils came from the most distant parts the vineyards and castles, and the river Rhine! and cattle, over and over again. So with the same of Germany, so high was the musical reputation of soon made me forget my grief at the prospect of routine we travelled for some days ; when one the school; that our matron's name—the lady whom departure.

morning we all had to shew our passports, and I had seen—was Madame Kloss; that we lived in However, when the time came that I must go, I allow our boxes to be opened by a company of sol- the dominions of the Grand Duke Leopold of was almost distracted with sorrow. I was taken in diers. I afterwards knew that we then passed the Schwartzenfelden ; and—and a great deal more, a coach from Finchley, where Mr. Grimaldi lived, frontier, and went into Germany ; but at the time I but I fell asleep. back to London, and through some dirty streets to could not tell what it all meant, and discerned no a dark gloomy wharf, where was a trading vessel, difference in the strange language. with its busy sailors, bales of goods, and thronging The scenery from that period became more beau

IV. porters crowding all the deck. My kind friend put tiful, and for the first time I beheld mountains, me on board, kissed me a great many times, and vineyards, and waterfalls. But the perpetual tra

would be superflous to dwell very minutely on IT

those years of education, school pleasures, and with tears in his eyes bade me farewell.

velling by night and day wearied me so much, that school griefs, that like a bridge, unite child-life to I was very unhappy; and when we set sail, very at last I scarcely heeded where we went. After womanhood. The sketch of a day, of a week, would ill. I remember lying in my berth, and crying for passing through many towns and cities, we came suffice for the picture of years. Time passed gently grief and sickness through many days and nights. one evening to a pretty town with churches and on; and amid the same round of occupations, the At length the motion of the ship grew less uneasy, white buildings, at the foot of a steep acclivity; and same friends, the same teachers, and, with few exand one morning, when I awoke, the vessel was here they made me understand that I was to alight, ceptions, the same schoolfellows, I grew in age and quite still. We had arrived at Rotterdam. for I was at Schwartzenfelden.

knowledge till the lapse of ten happy years found There was a great noise on board, for the vessel

I was put down at a large hotel, my box was me in the first bloom of youth, hope, and ambition. was unlading; and when I ventured up on deck, deposited by my side, the coach rolled away through My voice, from the first, had been highly esteemed the captain told me rather grufily that I had better the narrow streets, and I was left alone. Presently by Herr Schnieder, our singing-master. Ten years keep down in the cabin till he could take me on

a waiter came out and spoke to me; but finding of skilful tuition had developed it into a soprano of shore. Once a gentleman, with an account-book in that I could not reply, he examined my boxes, and such sweetness, flexibility, and compass as, it was his hand and a pen behind nis ear, came down and seeing my name and the subjoined address, smiled said, had never before been heard within the walls asked me what I was doing there, and if I were and nodded, and led me into the house. In the of the academy. not going to my friends on shore. And I cried, and entrance-hall I found a man in a kind of livery, who Nor, though the education afforded by the acadesaid I did not know. So he looked at the direction took my box in one hand and me by the other, and my was expressly musical, were the more plain and on my box.

so went out and along the streets. We stopped not less necessary branches of knowledge neglected. “ Schwartzenfelden!” he exclaimed ; “why, that soon before a high wall

, where there was a large French, English, and Italian were taught in the is a long way from here, little traveller. Who is to wooden gate, or rather, two folding doors, with two best manner; together with writing, arithmetic, and take care of you across the country?” But I could enormous knockers. This was opened to us by a geography. On Sundays, we all went hand in only say I did not know ; so he shrugged his shoul- second man in the same livery, and I found myself hand, and two by two, to the neighboring church, ders, and walked away again.

in a square courtyard, leading to a large white man- and with our youthful voices swelled the solemn By and by the captain came down for me, and sion. I was shewn into a spacious parlor, where hymns and sweet responses. In the evening, we we went across a plank on a large quay, where there an elderly lady and eight young girls were sitting read aloud by turns from the Bible, or perhaps were a great many people, and more bales of goods, ' at needle-work. The lady rose and took my hand some pious discourse translated from Isaac Milner,

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