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Your remarks, my friend, make me feel, if not like a villain, at all events like a man who is in a fair way to prove himself one!'

ordinarily few will be the incidents of novelty || But I am anticipating I must go back all depended upon him alone. He did not to enliven his story. It is so in this case; little-Edgar had been at loggerheads-so to meditate harm, and though he had given her and we will therefore pass over a few years speak-at one and the same time, with three much encouragement, yet he supposed that of Edgar's life, during all which time, however, of the fair daughters of creation, not to speak his own feelings of growing indifference he was rapidly ascending the steep acclivity of a sort of indefinable inkling for some half-might be easily transferred to her. But in of literary eminence. dozen others. His wavering choice at last this he was lamentably mistaken. He had fell upon Isabel Halsey, more, however, as a wound his way into the inmost recesses of a matter of philosophic experiment, than with a heart entirely his own, and which desertion serious and well defined expectation of anand neglect would now be likely to render abiding interest in each other. After a desolate forever. But of this he was ignorant, Thus spoke Edgar Walton to his friend somewhat brief acquaintance, circumstances and though he was acting cruelly, yet it was Joel Short, some three years after the time were about to separate Edgar and Isabel, but certainly far from his intention to do wrong. above alluded to. Within that period, Edgar not till they had discoursed largely upon the Their correspondence finally ceased-but had visited various parts of the country, had topic of the heart, the one philosophically, || Edgar, in spite of his philosophic calmness, mingled much in society, and having his the other eloquently. The evening prior to was occasionally visited with certain twinges thoughts turned to the subject of an alliance the day designated for Isabel's departure, of conscience which he feign would have been for life, had sought the acquaintance and they came to a very explicit understanding free from. But new faces, and sparkling converse of many a lovely girl. With quali-with regard to each other's hearts, the result eyes were around him, and calling to his aid ties calculated to excite the admiration of of which was, that they were both deeply his characteristic philosophy, he devoted the softer sex, he was yet unconscious of his inclined to love. It became necessary then, || himself to them. Acting upon the erroneous power; for with the true devotion of a to settle the preliminaries for a corres-principle, that there can be a giving back of genuine student, he had paid more attention pondence, which was finally accomplished || heart for heart with little or no effort; to the to intellectual accomplishments, than to the at the expense of much sage philosophic entire neglect of Isabel, he industriously tender passions of the heart-and though he comment on the one side, and an exhibition devoted himself to another, and within some had traveled much, and seen much of the of much feeling and pathos on the other. six weeks from the suspension of the corresworld, yet he had viewed things more in the Edgar discoursed of the chilling effects and pondence, he had half admired, half-offered calm light of philosophy, than with the blighting influence of absence, and suggested himself to, and finally altogether detested that enthusiastic outbreakings of youthful ardor. that a lapse of six months might place them other. Then being visited by some strange To say that he was phlegmatic, would be to in the attitude of strangers to each other. || vision (no doubt a philosophic one) he fancied use too strong a term, yet he was far from All this to Isabel was without meaning, for that Isabel totally disregarded him, and being an enthusiast in any thing; and the the warm current of affection that was coursing straightway began pertinaciously to devote leading features of his mind might be said to through her heart assured her, that such, at|| himself to a third; more, however, in spite be solidity, calmness, and perspicuity of least on her part, could not be the case. than in love, for it produced an unaccountable thought, and if its actions were not so rapid, Edgar endeavored to cheat her into a promise sensation of uneasiness in his heart, to think yet its conclusions were more just, natural to write to him first, and thus remind him, if that Isabel, the only girl whom, amid all his and accurate. When he in earnest set necessary of a neglect of duty-but Isabel flirtations, he had really loved, should, acting himself the task of selecting one with whom had too much shrewdness to be ensnared by upon his own philosophy, so easily and so he might share the pleasures and ills of life, philosophic adroitness. It was, finally, mu- speedily forget him. His third affair, as he he went about it with all that coolness and tually agreed, that on the nineteenth day of in characteristic language designated her, deliberate calculation that he would have the coming month each should simultaneously afforded him as little satisfaction as the exercised in going to the drapers to select a write to the other, and thenceforward con- second, and was more summarily dismissed garment, or to the book-sellers to purchase tinue the correspondence, or not, as those from his thoughts. He was thus thrown back a new book. When it is borne in mind that letters should seem to warrant. Thus having upon himself and cast down into the miserable he was thus constituted, the little fickleness adjusted the preliminaries, philosophically slough of despondence, by his misapplied which he afterwards displayed, may be ac- without having arrived at any definite con- philosophy, and an ignorance of his own counted for, without attributing it to designed clusion, they separated. But Edgar was left heart; for the truth was, he devotedly loved flirtation; for so far as the nicest and most in sore bewilderment, for his intermixture of Isabel; but did not know it!-In this undelicate sense of honor was concerned, he love and philosophy had thrown him into sad comfortable state of mind, overwhelmed need yield the palm to none. But he really confusion. He remarked to a bosom friend to with self-reproaches, in doubt whether a and sincerely imagined in the outset of his whom he entrusted all his secrets, that, 'Isabel reconciliation with Isabel was either desirable love making, that hearts might be taken up was less problematical than his other affairs, or practicable, like one desirous of speedily and laid down with as little ceremony and but not susceptible of complete demon- retracing a hasty and indiscreet step, and effort, as a new book which he might happen stration'-and then seemed to settle away also of easing his own heart, he sought his to be cheapening at the book-sellers. So into a sort of dreamy, philosophic abstraction. friend, Joel Short, and unreservedly laid ignorant was he at that time of that deep The truth was, Cupid had given him a problem open to him his whole soul, and was unsparing pervading power, which can hold the heart to solve, more difficult than any he had found in the epithets of reproach which he heaped in thrall. upon himself.

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Your remarks, my friend, make me feel, if not like a villain, at all events like a man who is in a fair way to prove himself one!'

When this remark fell from Edgar, the iciness which scholastic subtleties had collected around his heart had been touched, and love had commenced his inroads there.

in Euclid.

The correspondence commenced as stipulated, and was carried on with much, and increasing ardor. But its novelty at length wore away, and by degrees Edgar threw his increasing, chilling coldness into his letters, which excited at once all the ardor and tenderness of her whose happiness or misery

But it is fitting that we should turn for a moment to Isabel.

Isabel Halsey was, in truth, one of the most amiable and lovely of her sex. With all that confiding tenderness and affection which greatly endears the female character, she had also that prudence, that judgment

and discretion which greatly ennoble it. Her penitent, and cheer up and make happy the
affections were deep and ardent, and when heart which will doubtless otherwise be made
once aroused, and centered on an object desolate; and you will find a rich reward in
worthy of her regard, knew no change. Her the happy smiles and glad heart of a confiding
young heart had been touched, and her first and lovely girl. Call home your truant
love had been confidingly and devotedly affections and let them rest unchangeably
bestowed upon Edgar, who, aside from the upon their proper object, and thus in com-
vagaries of his unfortunate philosophy, was pleting the happiness of another, you will
every way deserving of her best affections.secure your own.'
They were indeed worthy of each other. It Edgar was affected-his proud spirit was
were bootless to attempt a description of humiliated by the crushing, overwhelming
Isabel's anguish, upon the unnatural desertion consciousness of having, in the mere spirit of
of her by Edgar. She pined in thought,' thoughtlessness, acted dishonorably. Though
and with a heart devoted to him alone, could Edgar loved Isabel with a deep, pure love
but weep over the desolation he had made; which he had never felt for another, yet, as
and the pangs she felt were rendered a before remarked, owing in some measure to
thousand times more painful and unendurable, an ignorance of his own heart, but more,
from the bitter consciousness that they were doubtless to the unsteady play of his fancy,
cruelly and undeservedly inflicted by one so coupled with the unfortunate influence of his
dearly prized, and who owed her all of his vagrant philosophy, he lost sight, for a moment,
own pure love. The rose faded from her of that path of probity and honor in which he
cheek, and melancholy marked her for ever delighted to walk, and which he certainly
adorned. Excited in some degree by the
remarks of his friend, but more, doubtless by
the ingenuous workings of his own noble mind,
his long pent affections gushed forth afresh and
with new power from their secret home, and

its own.'

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But we will return to Edgar. He laid open amply and fully his situation and conduct to his friend, and received from him a just and merited rebuke. His friend remarked to him in substance, that he was treading in a dangerous not to say dishonorable path-that he would be likely to make shipwreck, not only of his own happiness, but be the unwilling instrument of sorrow to another.

Edgar replied, But after what has transpired, though I have given Isabel encouragement, yea, and more than encouragement, I am persuaded I cannot love her.

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His friend rejoined, Edgar, there is nothing which more excites the sympathies of my soul, yea, even my indignation, than to see female affection ungenerously ill-requited and cruelly trifled with. That you intend any thing of this kind, I do not believe. Notwithstanding without due caution, you may not only inflict the deepest pain, but bring down utter misery, wretchedness, and even ruin upon a worthy and devoted girl, whose aching and breaking heart may still beat for you, and for you alone, until it shall cease and be forever stilled in the last convulsive and premature death struggle.'

• You make me feel, my friend, if not like a villain, at all events like a man who is in a fair way to prove himself one.'

The epithet which you apply to yourself, Edgar, is not an exceedingly vain one-but I sincerely trust you will conduct yourself in such a way that neither your friends nor the world will feel the propriety of its application Be not decoyed by new faces-be constantfaithful-worthy of yourself. That you cannot love Isabel is all idle. Go back to her-near communion and personal intercourse will bring back all those warm and tender feelings which you felt before. Go, like a returning

'His heart untraveled fondly turned to her'

Gaily bloom, ye green-clad meadows,
Smoothly flow, ye pearly streams,
And reflect the tiny shadows,
Waving in the sun's bright beams.
Life's a dream, &c.

Blow, ye zephyrs, softly sighing,

Fan the sallow cheek of grief,
Bear the whispers of the dying,
Where despair may find relief.
Life's a dream, &c.

'Tho' the green-clad meadows flourish,
Tho' the zephyrs softly sigh,

Yet this heart is doomed to cherish
Bitter grief-and soon must die.
Life's a dream, &c.

Open, grave, and quick receive me,
Hide from earth this fading form,
From this load of woe relieve me,

Make me caterer for the worm.

Life's a dream, &c.

As the melancholy cadence died upon the air, Edgar advanced, and was eagerly met by Isabel;—but I will spare the reader any attempt at a description of what ensued. It is hoped and believed, however, that Isabel will never again have occasion to sing the Despondent's Song'-but rather, that the silvery tones of joyousness,' will ring out the full, sweet cadence of a happy heart.

On the following morning, Isabel's father, with a smile of benignity replied to an inter

rogatory of Edgar's in this wise. My dear sir, it costs me no effort to reply to you in the

affirmative-indeed, it affords me sincere

gratification to be able to do so—and may you both be as prosperous and happy, as the fondest promptings of a parent's heart could wish.

who had claimed the first, the warmest, and
only genuine emotions of his heart. He now,
indeed, began to feel a warm return of all
those feelings of affection and love which he
had entertained for Isabel, and which, with
the aid of all his philosophy, he could never,
amid all his flirtations wholly suppress. He
began to feel that he had left a substantial
treasure, for an unsubstantial imaginary good;
and worse than all, he felt, that whether
Isabel was, or was not affected at heart by
his withdrawal, or whether she did, or did
not now regard him, he could not free himself
from the just imputation of having acted
dishonorably towards her. Ever prompt to
repair an injury, when convinced of having
inflicted one, and swayed, also by the genindetermination, unable to find any means of
erous impulses of his heart, which beat high
with its new and pure emotions, his resolve
was instantly taken.

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The sun had just descended behind the
western hills, as Edgar slowly and thoughtfully
approached the mansion of Mr. Halsey. As
he drew near the tones of a low and plaintive
voice struck upon his ear. He hesitated.
He instantly recognised the sweet, varied, but
melancholy tones of his neglected, abused
but beloved Isabel, mournfully chaunting the
following little stanza of Osmar's :

Rudely gnaws the worm of anguish,
On the tendrils of this breast,
And my gloomy spirits languish,
Seeking but not finding rest.
Life's a dream, a darkened vision,
Curtained deep with pain and woe,
Filled with grief, despair, derision,
And to happiness a foe.

Translated from La Revue Francaise. Lady Neal's Soiree Party. I HAD returned one cold evening in December. disappointed enough, from a visit where I had found no one at home. I was dressed, and as I do not like the labor of such preparations, I stopped mechanically before the well lighted shop of an apothecary, turning over in my mind what I should do, in honor of my Cashmere vest, my granite colored coat, with gold chased buttons and my boots a Sakoski. I was in a sort of indolent

turning to advantage my fine dress, which I cursed, and which prohibited my going to spend the evening gaily with my friends, when a well known voice called out:

Well Henry! what are you about, planted there by the cold, opposite that bottle of water for the cure of chilblains?'

I turned, and pressed the hand of one of my best friends.

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You look fine this evening,' said I, folding my arms in my cloak! do you visit in this neighborhood?' added I with a half sigh.

'My dear fellow, I am going to take tea with Lady N***. If you were only dressed,I'd take you along.'

Oh, thank you,' says I, throwing the cloak off my shoulders under the pretext of consulting my watch.

'See now! you are dressed like a bridegroom! Zounds! I'll take you along.'

Not so fast, if you please,' says I, 'you

don't know yet it would suit me.

don't know?

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Ten minutes afterwards, we entered a magnificent hotel in Helder street, glittering with cut glass, gilding and drapery, divinely arranged, blue and granite.

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By no means-it is not a good time,' said drawing him to another part of the saloon. Zounds, you remind me!-shall I tell you a good story, little known I assure you, in regard to her, the beautiful Florine? You know Gustavus Angot, the only son of the rich banker, de

Well. He is a gay young fellow, full of talent and spirit. He was much sought in the beau monde. His social rank and financial station, assisted also the elegance of his manners, for —.'

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Yes, yes!'

On a spacious sofa, at the extremity of the saloon three young ladies, negligently placed, were amusing themselves in turning over the Well, my dear fellow, fancy him madly in leaves of an album. Their feet were upon love with this fair lady. She loved him also-I the rich hair cover of Gobelin manufacture. believe so at least. Their approaching union, We advanced near the fire, around which was the grand topic of the saloons. Marwere seated a number of ladies and gentlemen.quisses, Countesses, Baronesses, surrounded Milady,' said Evariste, addressing the the gay Florine, praising Gustavus and his mistress of the house, allow me to present good taste. Finally, the demand in marriage to you one of my best friends, I ask of you was seriously made. That lady there upon for him, the same kindness you have shown the sofa, asked eight days to reflect upon it.'| for me.' And Lady N***, a large, cold Eight days,' said I, 'twas but reasonablestatue-like woman, opened, as she fixed her a young girl must be familiarized to the idea eyes upon me, a great toothless mouth, from of the transition to a young woman.' whence issued a certain noise like the crackling of a piece of parchment. I made her a profound bow-this finished the ceremony.

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This is your house, my dear fellow,' said Evariste; Your tea will be served here every evening, there are charming women here-and you will form delightful acquaintances.'

While he thus vaunted the pleasure attendant upon the tea parties of Lady N***, I surveyed all parts of the saloon, which contained about twenty persons. But my eyes fell with most pleasure, upon the charming beauties upon the sofa; and as a bouquet, we recur ever to the freshest and most flagrant flowers, my attention, abandoning all other portions of the room, was riveted upon the three rosy and splendidly dressed young ladies who were immersed in a sea of light, shed from a rich candelabra, on a table by them. One of them, the middle one, and the merriest, was especially beautiful. She was not too large; of a fair complexion, with a rich frontlet around her forehead, like the rich cream which mantles over the milk below it-cheeks and lips animated with laughter;| black eyes, the sparkling expression from which varied, as from the facettes of a crystal pendant; the whole enclosed by a wreath of hair, which fell in voluptuous ringlets, around her enchanting visage-then a waist so surprisingly slender. In short, of a form. the most perfect, ianguishingly inclined in the most coquettish attitudes over the album. with which all three were amusing themselves. The other two young ladies were likewise well enough; but her! the lady of the album. she was the most winning, for winning is the word; not beautiful-winning!

Who,' said I, in addressing Evariste, who, is this charming sportive fair one, seated between the two English ladies.'

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Ah, my dear boy; charming! charming! that is Miss Florine de ****, one of the jolliest dames of Paris. She's brilliant-all talent, my dear fellow!-unsurpassed at the piano forte!-witching when she sings, ravishing when she dances! and ——.'

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But after these eight days, eight more. Then eight more; in fine, as much reflection in taking a husband, as in the choice of a color for a ball. The old Chevalier de ***, visited his daughter one evening, to know finally, from her own lips what hopes Gustavus might entertain. Think what he must have suffered, from this procrastination, poor fellow, enamored of this enchanting girl.'

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In fine, my dear friend, she put into play a thousand other whimsicalities, and that is the reason, dear Henry,' said Evariste, that Miss Florine is still a young lady.'

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What would you; her ideas are of the highest aristocratic cast. I believe she would like to see on the head of her spouse, the plumes of the peerage. I wish it for her. Tell me, now, is not that a delicious anecdote?'

It is a queer story, and hardly credible!
I confess I should like to hear her chat.'
'Are you willing now to be introduced!'
Very.'

I passed my hand through my hair, and wo approached. A thought struck me, and I squeezed the arm of Evariste. But a simple untitled name like mine, will it be well received,' said I?

You are right-stop. I'll add the name of your mother to your own, and that will make a magnificent name.'

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Then ten steps farther!

Ladies,' said he, pulling at his silk doublet, I have the honor to present to you M. L. de B, officer in the royal marine corps, and my best friend, he draws and sings like an angel, and speaks English nearly as well as these two Misses. I am happy and proud, ladies, of this circumstance, which gives me some claim to your remembrance.'

He bowed and disappeared.

I was struck dumb by this tirade of my Mæcænas, I reddened, and stood rooted before the three young ladies, who gazed at My daughter, my Florine,' said the each other, without understanding my first Chevalier, I came to know of thee, what we observation. I was about to begin with commust definitely reply to those, who do us the mon places, when the gay French girl supplied honor to seek our alliance. One month thoume with a delicate opportunity. That instant hast been reflecting upon it. It is time thy I forgave her, mania for titles. mind was made up.'

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And she looked prudish again, and she
made a charming little mouth, and she twisted
the corner of her silk apron !
Then.

Listen-dear papa,-you know how much
I love you,-It would be so hard to me to
leave you! True, Gustavus is very amiable!
he is the most gracious cavalier of our
saloons! but-'

But-replied the old Chevalier.

'But,' said she, half concealing her pretty face in her silk apron, to be called-Papa, dear papa, do not be angry, but it would be dreadful to be called, Madame Angot!

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My child,' said the Chevalier, suddenly rising, you are mad. In truth, this is the strangest reason.'

How does Monsieur like that head of Gevedon? we have rarely seen any thing so beautiful-I think, that could not have been conceived, save in the imagination of an artist, and that never.'

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It is said, Miss, that Lawrence sees in his dreams at night, the delightful heads of young ladies and children which he subsequently animates upon the canvass. If the artist has dreamed this here, I more happy, may recollect having seen one which surpassed it.'

She reddened, with pleasure, else I know little-and turned over the leaves of the album. It was a book of marine views of Eugene Isabey, taken from the Revue Maratime.

Oh-the poor little boats,' said she with charming terror-look there Ellen!' Ellen looked.

Oh it was fine, the three heads of those young girls. The interest with which they invested those barks, made me proud of being a sailor.

What is the name of that little boat?' said Ellen, (in English) to me, raising her two black, lustrous eyes.

'Miss (cursed Evariste, who asserted I could-) it is-it is a cutter!"

Dear Papa,' said the cajoling girl, throwing And the gay French girl laughed-in her arms round her old father, and playing mockery perhaps! I got enraged. I wanted with his cross of honor; fancy then, when none of its aid however, except in regard to I should arrive at the saloon, the ball, after her for I beloved that alone with the other the Countess de, the Marechaletwo, any English would have proved sufficient. had been announced; how I could bear to Happily, just at this moment, a waiter came hear the thundering voice of the footman, cry out: Madame Ang! oh, every body would turn to look at my hoop, my neck, my carlin, my green paper fan. You see now, dear little papa, that is quite impossible. And besides, I have the head-ache now.'

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The cups of tea went round-I drank || cups of tea-I can't dance, and I can't make two-three-four. That was enough-my others dance-I am going to bed.' four words of English had already singularly heated me.

Still, I kept taking tea, when all the rest had finished. There was but one old Englishman, and myself, who drank-Evariste was talking near the window, and yet I drank the old Englishman gave over-and still I had to drink.

Hardly could I get my cup down upon the table, but an arm was stretched out over the table and filled it. The perspiration stood on me in large drops, I was inundated, drowned, yet dared say nothing-Miss Florine, each time presented the sugar bowl with a mischievous look-and it was nearly empty, and ten individuals talked English, with their eyes fixed on me-I was in a desperate state

I turned myself, I removed my cravatbut the moment I could get my cup down upon the table, it was filled again.

It is perhaps the fashion in England, said I to myself, to drown people in this way the first time they honor them with a reception. Oh, I shall remember this.

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I am sorry for you,' said he, squeezing my hand, adieu then since you wish it.' Good bye, till to-morrow,' and I went out. Seeking my cloak in the anti-chamber, heard Florine say to Evariste :

pointed out the boxes occupied by the king and the royal family, by the nobility and the foreign Ambassadors ;-the fronts were covered with gold. The stage was not less magnificent than the other part, having origiInally had the spaces between the columns filled up with lofty mirrors. The whole formed the most superb apartment I ever was in; and, seen in this faint light, might almost make one fancy he had entered the abode of some fairy in the caverns of the earth.

Your friend has drank sixteen cups of
tea-He'll feel some indigestion to-night.'
'Oh,' said he, he's furiously fond of it;
these sailors drink like fishes.'

Had it not been for that tea, I should have
fallen in love with Florine.

TRAVELING SKETCHES.

Scenes in Europe.

VERSAILLES.

THE sun shone out bright and warm after a week of cold and wet weather, and I deter mined to take advantage of this sweet May-day and visit the city and palace of Versailles. Accordingly, at an early hour, I took my place in the diligence, and was soon beyond But there was the sixteenth cup, and the||the gates of Paris. The late rains had stiff, statuelike lady, gibbered out something that my mischievous neighbor translated thus: Lady N*** begs you will excuse her Monsieur, she says she has no more warm water-but if you desire it, she will order some.'

Miss Florine began to laugh; after looking full at me, she began to laugh in her cambric handerchief-the witch!

From the theatre I ascended to the saloons, a long succession of which extends through the chateau. It seems as if the object of the artist had been to make these rooms as splendid as the imagination could devise; the lavished gold, the panneling of polished marble, the mosaic floors, the exquisitely painted ceiling, the vast mirrors, realized all the descriptions of oriental magnificence. Notwithstanding all this splendor, however, there is an air of desolation in these rooms, which becomes deeply impressed upon the mind: the furniture has entirely disappeared, with the exception of one or two articles, which seemed to be left only to tell of the luxury which once reigned there; the fresco painting is beginning to fade in some of the saloons; all announces that the abode has long been deserted; and the traveler has a feeling of satisfaction, that he has been able to visit it before the traces of its former glory have passed away.

brought the season rapidly forward; the trees hung rich with foliage, and many were in full blossom; flowers were growing thick in the fields, and their perfume filled the air. All nature seemed to rejoice in the bloom and loveliness of youth; and I, who had been Not at all-no-no-I ask your-pardon shut up seven or eight months in Paris, (the -madam-for the trouble-I have drank-longest time, by the way, I had ever spent in Of the interior of the palace, no part seems my lady, I am sensible. a city,) was in the mood to enjoy, in the to retain so much of the original beauty as And I could not find words to tell, quickly highest degree, the glories of the country. the chapel. The rude hand, which carried enough that I had had an hour ago, as much I passed the little village of Sevres, the destruction into these luxurious retreats, tea as I wanted, that my stomach was inun-park of St. Cloud, and near by, the modest spared the house of God, and there it remains. dated,-thatmansion of Sully; and, after a ride of about untouched amid the surrounding desolation, two hours, entered the gate of Versailles. Aan exquisite monument of art. The floor is broad and magnificent avenue, bordered on of polished marble: long columns of white each side by elms, conducts directly to the stone support the ceiling, which is richly palace, which is built on a hill at the extremity. painted: the altar, the seats of crimson velvet The eastern front of the Chateau, which round it, the little organ finely carved and looks upon this avenue, presents a confusion almost covered with gilding, the balustrade of architecture, forming nothing like a whole, of stonework, which forms the front of the but rather resembling a small city; and the gallery all round, the lofty windows, with bricks, which are used plentifully on that their borders of stained glass, all are in harside, have a bad effect. The western side,mony and of faultless beauty. which overlooks the park, is much better, From the palace I descended to the park, being composed of a light-colored stone where there is the same appearance of lavbeautifully carved and ornamented. Even on ished splendor. Beautiful statues of white this side, however, something is wanting to marble and admirable workmanship are placed produce an effect. The immense front dis-all along on each side of the great avenue, played is too uniform, and seems to require which is open through the middle of the park. something in the center, like a portico with The groves of elms are intersected here and collossal columns and a pediment. This there with classic statues. In some places deficiency was probably noticed by Peter the the underwood is growing thick between the Great who remarked that the building had trees, in others it is removed, leaving a shady the wings of an eagle, but the head of a grove. pigeon.

'You don't know then, Monsieur, that among the English, it is usual to place the spoon in the cup, and not at the side, when you have tea enough.'

What? I-and you would'nt tell me, Miss!'

'Monsieur-I thought you were thirsty-I saw great drops of perspiration running down, I believed you took pleasure in drinking.' 'Mercy!'

And the sugar bowl was emptied before the three last cups. She fixed her eyes on me still laughing, The adventure went the round of the circle.

There,' said Florine, after having well enjoyed herself; they are going to dance, I believe; is Monsieur a musician? here is some charming music.'

I play the flute Miss, and like you find these country dances charming.'

And I rose with the rest.

She followed me with her eyes-I put my mouth to the flute, laying on the piano, and I sounded some musical notes, but firmly decided not to ask Miss Florine to dance, who had permitted me to drink sixteen cups of tea-I picked up my hat.

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'Do you go?' said Evariste, what's the matter? stay, they are about to dance, and you will spend a delicious evening! An't these amiable people? You had some gay chat with Miss Florine, hey. Every body had their eyes on you. Remain, here is a flute, and you shall play; some warm wine will be handed round this evening.' 'Heavens,' I replied, I have drank sixteen

The fountains in the park are very celeHaving ascended the hill, I entered the brated, and are, indeed, superb. Sea-gods palace, and following a long corridor to its and monsters of every kind are sculptured in extremity, passed through a small open door, the reservoirs, and throw the water in various and found myself in the Theatre. The last directions and shapes; and a fine effect was time this had been used, was at a ball given produced when they all began to play at once. by the unfortunate Louis XVI, and Marie Following a path for some distance through Antoinette, and the flooring, which then a thick wood, I caine at once upon a circular connected the pit and orchestra with the colonnade of polished Italian marble, inclosing stage, has never been removed, so that it was a space of about an hundred feet in diameter. difficult, at the first glance, to tell which part In the center is the statue of a sea-nymph, had been destined for spectators, and which the presiding genius of the place, to whom a for the actors. A dim light shone in, and hundred circling fountains offered their tribshowed me that the room was only a magni-ute; and a tall stream rose under every arch ficent ruin. Rows of pillars, richly carved of the colonnade. Along one alley, which and almost covered with gilding, encircled descends a sloping hill, fountains were bubthe whole. The ceiling was partly painted in bling up from inarble vases on each side.fresco, partly destroyed. The conductor Here, a vast column of water rose majestically

He was once a schoolboy; he was bright and
active as any of you; his return from school
was welcomed by joyful parents, and his
presence gave pleasure to the youthful throng
who met each other in a winter evening for
merriment and sport. Look at him now,
and can you sport with him who has lost his
reason, and, in losing that, has lost all ?
Should I point to one of you, and be able by
looking down into future years, to say to the
rest, your associate will hereafter be crazy
and roam around, a wretched maniac, would
you not rather weep than laugh? You saw
me affected when I began to speak-I will
tell you why.-I once had a friend. He was
dear to me as a brother; he was every thing
I could wish in a friend. The character of
his mind was such, as raised in his friends
high expectations. I have indeed, seldom,
if ever seen his equal. He could grasp any
subject, and what others found difficult, only
served as amusement for him. I have many
of his letters which would not disgrace any
well educated man, although written by him,
when he was a school-boy. I expected to
see him taking a lead in affairs of men, and
that his opinions would be quoted by others. I
saw him after an absense of two years-where,
do you ask? It was in a cage, and even then
he was chained! He was a maniac of the

no one will ever forget his glorious impressions when he first beheld the Upper Mississippi. And this is the stream, so grand and beautiful, whose very tide alone, did it but flow in a contrary direction, would steal one away from the vulgar haunts of men, and lure him on unconsciously into the wilderness, whose sources have been but now explored. The barbarous waters of the Nile and the Niger have had hundreds of victims; and the savage fountains of the Missouri and the Oregon have been long since tasted—but it is only now, when the commerce of an empire is floating upon its bosom, that we know where the Father of Rivers takes his rise.

Old Clocks.

to a great height, burst in the sunshine, and once perceive, is crazy, He has bundles of surface-or glancing from their shadowy fell, in silver spray, into the broad reservoir rags on his sled, which, perhaps, he values, copses, have you watched the salient points of from which it rose; there, a troop of strange-but which can be of no service to him. You the bold bluffs opposite assume a thousand looking monsters were so arranged that they perceived he looked pale and emaciated; he changes as the gorgeous clouds of sunset formed an arbor of shining streams, which was so weak as scarcely to be able to draw would drift over the pearly sky above you? met above the head of a nymph, who stood his load. He is very poorly shielded from If so, you are to be envied for having seen in the midst like their queen, and fell in the cold of winter, and will very probably one of the most beautiful rivers of the world, glittering showers around her. The waters perish in the snow.-Now tell me, my schol-at a season when it wears its loveliest aspect; were glancing among the trees as they ascend-ars, does this man excite your laughter? though, under whatever sky it may be viewed, ed and fell in the groves, and the sound of their murmuring was refreshing and delightful. I remained a long time gazing on these fair scenes; but I had promised to meet a friend in the city and I was obliged to leave the spot. I had engaged my place for Paris at an early hour of the evening; but, having a few moments to spare, I returned to look once more at the park. The busy crowds, which had promenaded along the avenues in the day-time, had now gone, all save a few stragglers, who yet lingered as if unwilling to quit these beautiful groves, the fountains had ceased to murmur, and silence had resumed her reign. A feeling of sadness came over me as I gazed around. The rays of the setting sun were reflected in yellow luster' from the lofty windows of the palace, but no light shone within; all there was dark and desolate; and the evening breeze sighed as it swept across the broad and lovely terrace, no longer trod by the gay crowds, which once were gathered there. The sound of music and of mirth, which once echoed within those walls, and the sterner tones of war, the groans of the dying and the cries of the raging multitude, which had terrified the inmates, were now alike hushed in death. A blight seems to rest on these splendid haunts of royal debauchery and crime; and Napoleon, in all his power, dared not return to them. The days for the folly and extravagance of kings have gone by in France, and little care will be taken to preserve the monuments which remain of ancient despotism. This superb palace, in a few centuries, will be nothing but a ruin; and the moss-covered statues, the broken fountains, the fallen columns, and the crumbling walls, will but faintly convey to the traveler, as he muses among them, an idea of the gorgeous temple, which the pride of a monarch had dedicated to the obscene and cruel idols whom he worshipped.-N. E. Magazine.

MISCELLANY.

An Extract.

It was a chilly day of winter, and we were all seated in a comfortable school-room. A man of most wretched appearanee was seen passing by, drawing a "hand-sled, on which were several bundles of woolen rags, the remnants of garments worn till they could be of no farther use. He was clad in those but little better, and was apparently so weak as to be scarcely able to draw his sled. Some looked out of the window and began to laugh. The instructer saw him, and remarked, the school may rise, and all look at that wretched man passing by. All did so, and nearly all were diverted to laughter. After all had seen him, the master told them they might take their seats, and then remarked; I was willing you should look at that man, but possibly my object was very different from yours, as I see the effect on your feelings was very different from what was produced on mine. That miserable man, you may at

most decided character. The moment he

saw me, he seized my hand, and left on it the
impression of his own, for it was divested of
the skin, by constantly rubbing it in the other
For years, he has wandered about, when it
was safe to liberate him. But he is now, and
he always will be insane.

I have known sorrow-I have seen friends
die that were as near as friends could be;
but, the hour that I sat by the confined and
crazy Bernet, was an hour of the greatest
anguish I ever knew. Remember, my pupils,
from what has passed this hour, to render
unfeigned thanks to God for continuing your
reason hitherto, and if ever again you are
disposed to laugh, when a crazy man passes,
remember what may be your own condition
hereafter.'

The Mississippi.

BY H. F. HOFFMAN.

I LOVE to contemplate an old clock-one of those relics of by-gone times, that come down to us wrapt in veneration-telling their tale of simple yet touching interest. How erect and prim it stands in yon corner, like some faded specimen of maiden antiquity! Its face bears evident marks of beauty-of beauty decayed, but not obliterated. It is plain that it has seen its best days, but equally evident is it that it was the pride and ornament of its ay-unrivaled among its companions. How many eyes have watched the even tenor of its ways, as it moved on in the never-ending Hours! aye, years have gone by, since that yet still beginning journey of the hours.aged monitor of time first started on its

course. And they who sat out with it, in the morning of life, whose motions were as active, and whose principles of vitality-if that may

be called so which animates a clock-were as strong-where are they? Do they yet linger in the walks of the village? Can they be seen under the old oak tree, or at the door of the cottage? I see them not there; yet there stands the old clock, clicking blithely and patiently as ever. The voice and footsteps are silent of those who journeyed up with it to the full period of a good old age. A new race has sprung up, long and far removed from the other; and as they too watch the progress of the old clock, their hours are fleetly passing by, and time with them will soon be at a close. How impressive then the lesson taught by that old clock, and

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READER, did you ever look upon the Mis-the simple inscription on its dial-platesissippi? Not the turbid big sewer of the Tempus fugi:.' south-west, with its dirty current and swampy shores-the lengthened channel of the muddy Missouri that has been so grievously misnamed!-but the broad and limpid tide, that, swollen with the pure snows, of the north, comes rolling from a thousand crystal lakes, through rocky bluffs that lift their battlement turrets like the towers of by-gone days, along its waters, or lead off their gray walls so far into the prairie that miles of meadow intervene between their base and the flower-kissed current. Have you ever stood upon those frowning battlements, and looked down into the clear depths beneath you-there where a hundred green islands, like the floating gardens of Montezuma, scem dropped upon the sunny

Margaret and the Minister. MARGARET was the gude-wife of an honest farmer, living in the neighborhood of Edinburgh. She had sold her dead and live stock in Dalkeith market-only reserving two dozen fresh eggs, as a present for the minister's wife. Margaret knocked at the minister's house, and he opened the door himself. After the usual inquiries about the wives and the bairns, she began; I ha'e brought ye twa o' callar (fresh) eggs, to help make the gude-wife's yule bannocks.' The eggs were gratefully received, and the donor kindly invited to take kail with the minister. na,' said Margaret, I dinna ken how to

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