little gintleman drod his leg as he went off the toper, I thought I saw the devil leaning over you, and as he grinned a ghastly smile, exclaimed, That's the Deacon for me!' DOCTOR A, physician of Newcastle being summoned to a vestry, in order to reprimand the sexton for drunkenness, he dwelt so long on the fellow's misconduct, as to raise his choler, and draw from him this expression :—' Sir, I was in hopes you would have treated my failings with more gentleness, or that you would been the last man alive to appear against me, as I have covered so many blunders of yours! his bosom, who would not have thrown open his fields, his barns, his cellars, the doors of his house, the portals of his breast, to have received with open arms the meanest soldier in that little band of famished patriots? Where is the man? There he stands but whether the heart of an American beats in his bosom, you, gentleman, are to judge. He then carried the jury by the powers of his imagination to the plains around York, the surrender of which had followed shortly after the act complained of: he depicted the surrender in the most glowing and noble colors of his eloquence-the audience saw Shot the fourth, (a pheasant gets away.)before their eyes the humiliation and dejection Well, I never saw a poor gentleman so like of the British as they marched out of their him! He'll remember you many a day to STEPHEN KEMBLE happening to pass through trenches-they saw the triumph which lighted come! The spalpeen carried away more shot Newport Market, the butchers set up their up every patriot face, and heard the shouts than would set up an ironmonger at Bally-usual cry of what d'ye buy? What d'ye of victory, and the cry of Washington and shannon. buy?' Stephen parried this for some time, liberty,' as it rung and echoed through the Shot the fifth, (a snipe gets off.)-Crake by saying he did not want any thing. At last, American ranks, and was reverberated from || indeed! You may take your long bill in a butcher started from his stall, and eyeing the hills and shores of the neighboring river-against this world! You'll wake to-morrow 'but, hark! what notes of discord are these, morning with a lumbago in your soft head. which disturb the general joy, and silence the Poor Sheridan could stand it no longer, acclamation of victory-they are the notes of but gave his countryman a handsome fee for John Hook, hoarsely bawling through the his ingenuity, and proceeded on his beat American camp, Beef! beef! beef!'" alone. a The whole audience were convulsed: particular incident will give a better idea of the effect than any general description. The clerk of the court, unable to command him self, and unwilling to commit any breach of decorum in his place, rushed out of the court-house, and threw himself on the grass, in the most violent paroxysm of laughter, when Hook, with very different feelings, came out for relief into the yard also. Jemmy Steptoe,' said he to the clerk, what the devil ails ye, mon?' Mr. Steptoe was only able to say that he could not help it. Never mind ye,' said Hook; wait till Billy Cowan gets up; he'll show him the la'!' Mr. Cowan however, was so completely overwhelmed by the torrent which bore upon his client, that, when he rose to reply to Mr. Henry, he was scarcely able to make an intelligible or audible remark. The cause was decided almost by acclamation. The jury retired for form's sake, and instantly returned with a verdict for the defendant. Nor did the effect of Mr. Henry's speech stop here. The people were so highly excited by the tory audacity of such a suit, that Hook began to hear around him a cry more terrible than that of beef; it was the cry of tar and feathers; from the application of which it is said, that nothing saved him but a precipitate flight and the speed of his horse. The Royal Sportsman. mirth among sportsmen. The duke's fowling Shot the first, (the birds all getting away.) -Fore Gad your honor, did you see one A Warning well Taken. WHEN I began business I was a great politician. My master's shop had been a chosen place for political discussion; and such debates. For the first year, I had too there, I suppose, I acquired my fondness for much to do and to think about to indulge my propensity for politics; but after getting a little ahead in the world, I began to dip into these matters again. Very soon I entered as deeply into newspaper argument as if my filled with loungers, who came to canvass livelihood depended on it; my shop was often into my neighbours' houses on a similar public measures; and now and then I went errand. This encroached on my time, and I found it necessary sometimes to work till midnight, to make up for the hours I lost. One night, after my shutters were closed, and I was busily employed, some little urchin who key-hole of the door, and with a shrill pipe, was passing the street put his mouth to the called out, shoemaker, shoemaker, work by night, and run about by day! And did you, inquired the friend, pursue the boy with your stirrup, to chastise him for his insolence? No, no,' replied Mr. Drew; had a pistol been more dismayed or confounded. I dropbeen fired off at my ear, I could not have ped my work, saying to myself, true true, but you shall never have that to say of me again!": I have never forgotten it; and while I recollect anything, I never shall. A DEACON CONVERTED BY A DRUNKARD.— We have noticed in some exchange papers an anecdote, of which the following is the substance.-Names are omitted, because we have not the copy at hand. An old toper, who was sensible of the ill consequences to himself and others of too great facilities for obtaining rum held out by those whose example ought to be good, called one evening on a rum merchant, Deacon, to get his bottle replenished. After the Deacon had drawn the liquor, and while he was pocketing the pay- Deacon,' said the toper, what do you suppose I saw in imagination, while you were drawing the rum?I don't know,' said the other, what was` it- Why,' said Stephen's figure from top to bottom, which certainly did not indicate that he fed on air, exclaimed, Well sir, though you do not now want any thing, only say you buy your meat of me and you will make my fortune.' THE GREAT EVENTS OF MY LIFE.-In a friend's album, Mr. Smith keeper of the prints in the British museum, wrote a playful account of himself, in which is the following paragraph:-I can boast of seven events, some of which great men might be proud of Mrs. Robinson; was patted on the head by I received a kiss when a boy from the beautiful Dr. Johnson; have held Sir Joshua Reynolds' spectacles; partook of a pot of porter with an elephant; saved Lady Hamilton from falling when the melancholy news reached her of Lord Nelson's death; three times conversed with King George the third, and was once shut up in a room with Mr. Kean's lion. said of the celebrated Dr. Radcliff, that he was not in the habit of paying his bills without much following and importunity, nor then if any chance appeared of wearing out the and fruitless attempts, caught him just getting patience of his creditors. A paver, after long out of his chariot at his own door at Bloomsbury-square, and set upon him. Why, you rascal,' said the doctor, do you intend to be paid for such a piece of work? Why, you have spoiled my pavement and then covered tor,' said the paver, mine is not the only it with earth to hide your bad work.' 'Docpiece of bad work that the earth hides.'— DOCTOR RADCLIFF AND THE WIT.-It is · You dog you,' replied the doctor, are you a wit? Well, you must be poor-come in.' The man was paid, A DANDY once went to a doctor to be bled; the doctor after some time and trouble, succeeded in drawing blood from his trembling arm-whereupon the dandy, after a little of his fear had subsided, raised up his head and exclaimed, Doctor, I think you are a great butcher?' Ay,' said the doctor, and I have just been sticking a great call?' 6 MR. GARROW, some short time ago, examining a very young lady, who was a witness in a cause of assault, asked her, if the person who was assaulted, did not give the defendant very ill language; if he did not call him a dd Scotch cobler, and uttered words so bad, that he, the learned counsel, had not At a ball given by the City of Paris to Buonaparte, was a Madam Cardon. The Corsican, in general, was not very fond of people who had become rich by any means but by his own favor. He had never seen Madam Cardon, whose name even he had never known before; but he had been told that her husband was possessed of great wealth. He walked towards her with a peevish sort of air, and said to her very abruptly Are you Madain Cardon. She made a pro found courtesy to his query. Buonaparte continued his discourse- You are very rich? Yes Sir,' she said, I have ten children.' Buonaparte, struck with the delicate force of this reply, walked quickly away from her ladyship. The Kural Repository. SATURDAY, JUNE 21, 1834. JUNE. The month of June may be justly termed one of the pleasantest in the whole year, for then Nature is arrayed in her most beautiful garment. It has been called the leafy month.' The flowers generally pass away half a pint of pins, pointed at both ends-one quart of alcohol-and last, not least ten bunches of hog's bristles. P. S. We never shall translate Dutch. Letters Containing Remittances, Received at this Office, ending Wednesday last, deducting the amount of Postage paid. W. T. S. Valatie, N. Y. $1,00; J. A. M. Washington, N. Y. $1,00; J. II. Northampton, Ms. $1,00; J. B. W. South Lee, Ms. $5,00; S. W. T. Albany, N. Y. $1,00; B. with May, and June takes jurisdiction of the world in a N. Schodack Center, N. Y. $1,00; J. H. S. Cherokee, N. Y. $1,00; J. S. A. Pittsford, N. Y. $1,00; A. E. A. Victor, more sedate manner. Go forth to the forest. There the N. Y. $1,00; E. S. New Lebanon, N. Y. $1,00; W. H. J. leaves, quivering upon the lofty trees, are of a more Kingston, N. Y. $1,00; W. P. K. Elmira, N. Y. 85,00; G. glossy green, than at any other season-and the foliage W. S. North Adams, Ms. $2.00; W. L. jr. Saratoga more dark and heavy. Every sprig that vegetates, is Springs, N. Y. $5,00; A. A. W. Canaan, Ct. $5,00. J. W. P. Hillsdale, N. Y. $1,00; J. C. Attica, N. Y. $1,00; D. M. fresh and under the full operation of life. What if the C. Turin, N. Y. $2,00; G Y. Eaton Ville, N. Y. $1,00; Post Master, Fredonia, N. Y. $3,00, J. M'K, Livingston, gaudy blossoms of Spring are gone-what if no pale, wild N. Y. $2,50; S. C. Pittsfield, Ms. $1,00; T. C. C. Fitchflowers nod to the passing zephyr-the more enduring burg, Ms. $3,00; A. B. Moreau, N. Y. $1,00; G. M. L. charms which June exhibits are far more lovely. There New Britain, Ct. $2,00; J. W. East Rush, N. Y. $1,00; is a spirit of life abroad in the earth that almost speaks-N. W. Albany, N. Y. $1,00; T. N. Athens, N. Y. $2,50 almost did we say ?-yea, that thunders with eloquence, to him whose ears and eyes are open to nature's book of beauty. It is in June the fields, clad in their tall, luxuriant grass and grain, stand out for the play of the winds-and through the long sunny day, they run in grassy waves,' like the gentle billows of an ocean. It is in June where the streamlets, limpid and bright, pursue their onward course, sometimes brawling upon a rocky bottom, sometimes struggling among choked grass, sometimes sliding over tiny falls-yet beautiful through all. This month nature seems uncommonly assiduous. Every herb and vine are springing to maturity with all speed. The chesnut hangs out her tassels-the beach nourishes a few more twigs-and the pine and hemlock, those evergreens of our land, tip their boughs with a young addition. To one alone in the forest at this delicious month a thousand voices speak. The bland breeze, which titters and twinkles the many colored leaves of yon oak tells its own marvellous tale-and we listen to the gentle sound as if an angel had condescended for a moment to commune ADVERTISING.-A little waggery in an advertisement has a good effect. A person in a country town at the commencement of his business, advertised that the largest favors with us. Then comes the music of falling waterswould be most gratefully received, and small-chiming all day long through the woody aisles-and with er ones in proportion!"" PAY IN ADVANCE.-' William,' said a mother to her little son, if you go out in the street. I'll whip you.' The boy, with a knowing look replied. But, mother, if I let you whip me now, may I go out afterwards.-Balt. Vis. such a drowsy, continued roar, we are inclined to linger RATHER FACETIOUS.-We received a communication a J. K. Canton, Ms. $1,00; W. S. M. Lempster, N. H. SUMMARY. New England owns nearly one half of the whole tonnage of the country. Massachusetts owns more than one quarter, and has the largest amount of tonnage of any state in the Union: having upward of twenty-six thousand tons more than the state of New York. A SLOOP BURNT.-The sloop Levant, owned by Messrs. Fitch and Losee, of Albany, loaded with lumber, took fire on Thursday night week, while laying on the Overslaugh, and burnt to the water's edge. We understand there was no insurance, and that the loss will be about three thousand dollars. Colonel William P. Smith returns thanks through a New York paper, to the proprietors of the Camden and Amboy Rail-road Line, for their kindness in conveying twenty-five of the expatriated Poles to the city of Philadelphia, free of charge. An English nobleman lately gave an entertainment at guineas near twenty-five hundred dollars A new steam ferry-boat has been established at Pongh keepsie, which makes the passage across the river in little more than four minutes. A YOUNG farmer having purchased a watch, placed it in his fob, and strutting across the few days since from a young lady, with the modest Rome, on which was expended upwards of five hundred floor, says to his wife, Where shall I drive a nail to hang my watch upon, that it may not be disturbed and broke?' I do not know a safer place,' replied his wife, than in our meal barrel, I'm sure no one will go there to disturb it.' 6 DR. DONNE, speaking of the Bible, quaintly says, Sentences in Scripture, like hairs in horses' tails concur in one root of beauty and strength; but, being plucked out one by one serve only for springs and snares.' A BLIND man had a wife whom he loved to excess, though he was told that she was very ugly. A physician offered to cure him of his blindness-he would not consent to it. I should lose,' said he, the love for my wife, and that love is my happiness.' A SEASONABLE HINT.-A day or two since, while a gentleman was examining a harness he had ordered of one of our mechanics, it was discovered that one of the buckles was deficient of a tongue. The master of the shop was apologizing for the oversight, when one of his boys sung out, If you have lost your tongue, I will lend you mine.' His impertinence was soon checked by the customer, with this remark: But I want a tongue that will keep its place.' request that we would translate a Dutch paper for her, in that idiom, and just the thing to furnish her with the our ever, for her information, we say, we have passed three front of us, he stood with most intent gaze, as if he would Mrs. Trollope is about to publish a work on western MARRIED, In this city, on the 8th inst. by the Rev. W. Richards, Mr. George Parton, to Miss Elizabeth Woodbridge, all of this city. In New York, on the 12th inst. Mr. Alonzo Raynor, merchant of Buffalo, to Miss Sarah, daughter of Samuel Rathbone, Esq. of the former place. At Livingston, on the 7th inst. by the Rev. W. Richards, Mr. Peter Becker, to Miss Harriet Ackly. At Athens, on the 4th inst. by the Rev. Mr. Cairns, Mr. Francis Talbot, of Cambridge, England, to Miss Mary Ann Woolsey, daughter of W. Woolsey, Esq. of the former place. DIED, In this city, on the 3d inst. Harriet, daughter of Mr. Gorham Macy, aged 13 years. In the city of New-York, on the 27th ult. Gaius Stebbins, formerly a resident of Hillsdale, in the 71st year of his age, a soldier of the revolutionary army. thou, inexperienced youth,' said he at last, if thou At Albany, on the 4th inst. William P. Hosmer, in the 21st year of his age, son of the late John Hosmer of this city. At Athens, on the 2d iust. Mr. Edward Hinman, aged ORIGINAL POETRY. For the Rural Repository. Caballan Hall. A LEGEND. WHERE yon tower meets the eye, Comes a spectre from the dead; In a robe of purest white, And sighs and moans are uttered there, While it pours its mournful wail; Of the melancholy tale. And he, who once was proud and gay, To appease the kindled wrath of Heaven.' Then ask as ye gaze upon the scene, Oh! now it seems like a midnight dream— How bled my heart at that parting hour, And not all the treasures of earth had pow'r To cheer the soul of Aileen. I ran to see if it were my Laird ; But he came not then, and a weary year I listened but did no tidings hear, And I almost sank in black Despair. Till he starts aghast, and shrinks with fear, Till yonder breaks the day. For him is there found no gleam of rest, Is felt, like the worm that never dies, And the spectre prepared for her silent flight, The Young Poet. BY OTWAY CURRY. No titled birth had he to boast, E. W. H. E. Son of the desert, fortune's child; The tone of his wild harp oft beguiled And the spirit that breathed in his song was mild The bright spell of beauty that light hearts wear, Yet the pure, warm sunshine of feeling, threw He has gone from the cold world's sympathy, In the strange, bright regions of poesy, Lines to a Young Mother. THE following lines, from the Transcript, are evidently from the pen of Charles Sprague, Esq. He seldom writes of late, and then only when deep feeling, or some great occasion, calls for strains that few in our country can pour out with so much of the harmony of the olden time.-M. York Mirror. Young mother! what can feeble friendship say Strikes cold upon the weeping parent's ear; How vain all earthly power to hush thy woe! PROSPECTUS OF THE RURAL REPOSITORY, Eleventh Volume, (Second New Series.) DEVOTED TO POLITE LITERATURE, SUCH AS MORAL AND SENTIMENTAL TALES, BIOGRAPHY, TRAVELING SKETCHES, NOTICES OF NEW PUBLICATIONS, POETRY, AMUSING MISCELLANY, HUMOROUS AND HISTORICAL ANECDOTES, &c. &c. On Saturday, the 7th of June, 1834, will be issued the first number of a new volume of the RURAL REPOSITORY, On issuing proposals for the Eleventh volume (Second New Series) of the Repository, the publisher tenders his most sincere acknowledgements to all Contributors, Agents and Subscribers, for the liberal support which they have afforded him from the commencement of his publication. New assurances on the part of the publisher of a periodical which has stood the test of years, would seem superfluous, he will therefore only say that no pains nor expense, consistent with a reasonable compensation for his labor, shall be spared to promote their gratification by its further improvement in typographical execution and original and selected matter. LITERARY PREMIUMS. 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All Orders and Communications must be post paid to receive attention. DEVOTED TO POLITE LITERATURE, SUCH AS MORAL AND SENTIMENTAL TALES, BIOGRAPHY, TRAVELING SKETCHES, POETRY, AMUSING MISCELLANY, ANECDOTES, &C. VOL. XI.-[II. NEW SERIES.] SELECT TALES. Abællino, the Bravo of Venice. CHAPTER X. The Birth Day. IN solitude and anxiety, with barred windows and bolted doors, did the banditti pass the day immediately succeeding Matteo's murder! every murmur in the street appeared to them a cause of apprehension; every footstep which approached their doors made them tremble till it had passed them. In the mean while the ducal palace blazed with splendor, and resounded with mirth. The Doge celebrated the birth day of his fair niece, Rosabella: and the feast was honored by the presence of the chief persons of the city, of the foreign ambassadors, and of many illustrious strangers who were at that time resident in Venice. On this occasion no expense had been spared, no source of pleasure had been neglected. The arts contended with each ther for superiority; the best poets in Venice celebrated this day with powers excelling any thing which they had before exhibited, for the subject of their verses was Rosabella: the musicians and virtuosi surpassed all their former triumphs, for their object was to obtain the suffrage of Rosabella. The singular union of all kinds of pleasure intoxicated the imagination of every guest; and the Genius of Delight extended his influence over the whole assembly, over the old man and the youth, over the matron and the virgin. The venerable Andreas had seldom been seen in such high spirits, as on this occasion -He was all life; smiles of satisfaction played round his lips; gracious and condescending to every one, he made it his chief care to prevent his rank from being felt. Sometimes he trifled with the ladies, whose beauty formed the greatest ornament of this entertainment; sometimes be mingled among the masks, whose fantastic appearance and gaiety of conversation enlivened the ballroom by their variety; at other times he played chess with the generals and admirals of the republic; and frequently he forsook every thing to gaze with delight on Rosabella's dancing, or listen in silent rapture to Rosabella's music. Lomellino, Conari, and Paolo Manfrone, the Doge's three confidential friends and counsellors, in defiance of their gray hairs, mingled in the throng of youthful beauties, flirted first with one, and then with another,! and the arrows of raillery were darted and HUDSON, N. Y. SATURDAY, JULY 5, 1834. received on both sides with spirit and good humor. Now, Lomellino,' said Andreas to his friend, who entered the saloon, in which the Doge was at that time accidentally alone with his niece; you seem in gayer spirits this evening than when we were lying before Scardonia, and had so hard a game to play against the Turks.' NO. 3. drinking-bout! Effeminate striplings, relaxed both in mind and body!-But how am I running on forgetful-Ah! when one is grown old, and conversing with an Andreas, it is easy to forget every thing else-My Lord, I sought you with a request; a request too of consequence. Andreas.-Well? Andreas.-You excite my curiosity. Lomellino.-About a week ago, there arriv Lomellino.-I shall not take upon me to ed here a young Florentine nobleman called deny that, Signor. I still think with a mix-Flodoardo, a youth of noble appearance and ture of terror and satisfaction on the night great promise. when we took Scardonia, and carried the half moon before the city walls. By my soul, our Venetians fought like lions. Andreas. Fill this goblet to their memory, my old soldier; your have earned your rest bravely. Lomellino-Aye, Signor, and oh! it is so sweet to rest on laurels !-But in truth, 'tis to you that I am indebted for mine-it is you who have immortalized me. No soul on earth would have known that Lomellino existed, had be not fought in Dalmatia and Sicily under the banners of torent Andreas, and assisted him in raising eternal trophies in honor of the republic. Andreas.-My good Lomellino, the Cyprus wine has heated your imagination. Lomellino.-Nay, I know well I ought not to call you great, and praise you thus openly to your face; but faith, Signor, I am grown too old for it to be worth my while to flatter. That is a business which I leave to our young courtiers, who have never yet come within the smell of powder, and have never fought for Venice and Andreas. Andreas.-You are on old enthusiast!Think you the emperor is of the same opinion? Lomellino-Unless Charles the Fifth is deceived by those about him, or is too proud to allow the greatness of an enemy, he must say perforce There is but one man on earth whom I fear, and who is worthy to contend with me; and that man is Andreas.' Andreas.-I suspect he will be sorely displeased when he receives my answer to the message by which he notified to me the imprisonment of the French King. Lomellino-Displeased he will be, Signor, no doubt of it; but what then? Venice need not fear his displeasure, while Andreas still lives. But when you and your heroes are once gone to your eternal rest-then alas for thee, poor Venice! I fear your golden times will soon come to their conclusion. Andreas.-What? have we not many young officers of great promise? Lomellino.-His father was one of my dearest friends; he is dead now the good old generous nobleman! In our youth we served together on board the same vessel, and many turbaned head has fallen beneath his sword-Ah! he was a brave soldier. Andreas. While celebrating the father's bravery, you seem to have quite forgotten the son. Lomellino.-His son is arrived in Venice, and wishes to enter into the service of the republic. I entreat you give the young man some respectable situation; he will prove the boast of Venice, when we shall be in our graves; on that would I hazard my existence! Andreas. Has he sense and talent? Lomellino. That he has, and an heart like his father's-Will it please you to see and converse with him? He is yonder among the masks in the great saloon. One thing I must tell you as a specimen of his designs: He has heard of the banditti who infest Venice; and he engages, that the first piece of work which he renders the republic shall be the delivering into the hands of justice these concealed assassins, who hitherto have eluded the vigilance of our police. Andreus.-Indeed? I doubt that promise will be too much for his power to performFlodoardo, I think you called him? Tell him I would speak with him. Lomellino.-Oh! then I have gained at least half of my cause, and I believe the whole of it; for to see Flodoardo, and not to like him, is as difficult as to look at paradise and not wish to enter. To see Flodoardo, and to hate him, is as unlikely, as that a blind man should hate the kind hand which removes the cataract from his eyes, and pours upon them the blessings of light and beauties of nature. Andreas.-(smiling)-In the whole course of our acquaintance, Lomellino, never did I hear you so enthusiastic!-Go then; conduct this prodigy hither. Lomellino.-I hasten to find him-And as for you, Signoria, look to yourself! look to Lomellino-Alas! what are most of them? Rosabella.-Nay, prithee Lomellino, bring your hero hither without delay; you have raised my curiosity to the height. Lomellino quitted the Saloon: Andreas. How comes it that you rejoin not the dancers, my child? of convincing the Doge of Venice, that my Flodoardo.-I could not be entrusted with You are a native of Florence, Count Flodoardo? In Venice we dislike these kind of compliments; at least I dislike them, and wish to hear them from no person less than from you.' By my life Signora, I spoke but as I thought; my words concealed no flattery.' 'See! the Doge enters the saloon with Mantrone and Lomellino; he will seck us among the dancers. Come, let us join them.' Rosabella.—I am weary, and besides curiosity now detains me here, for I would fain see this Flodoardo, whom Lomellino thinks deserving of such extraordinary praise.Shall I tell you the truth, my dear uncle? I verily believe that I am already acquainted Rosabella, during this conversation, had with him. There was a mask, in a Grecian been leaning against the back of her uncle's habit, whose appearance was so striking, that chair she repeated to herself Lomellino's it was impossible for him to remain confound-assertion, that to see Flodoardo, and not to Flodoardo followed her in silence. The ed with the crowd: the least attentive eye like him, was as difficult as to look at Paradise dance began. Heavens! how lovely looked must have singled him out from among all and not wish to enter;' and while she gazed Rosabella as she glided along to the sweet thousand. It was a tall light figure, so on the youth, she allowed that Lomellino had sounds of music, conducted by Flodoardo ! graceful in every movement-then his dancing not exaggerated. When her uncle desired How handsome looked Flodoardo, as lighter was quite perfection! Flodoardo to conduct her to the dancers, athan air he flew down the dance, while his Andreas-(smiling, and threatening with soft blush overspread her cheeks, and she brilliant eyes saw no object but Rosabella! his finger)—Child! child! doubted whether she should accept or decline He was still without his mask, and bare Rosabella. Nay, my dear uncle, what the hand which was immediately offered. headed; but every eye glanced away from the say is mere justice: it is possible indeed, And to tell you my real opinion, my fair helmets and barettes, waving with plumes and that the Greek and Florentine may be two ladies, I suspect that very few of you would sparkling with jewels, to gaze on Flodoardo's different persons; but still, according to have been more collected than Rosabella, raven locks, as they floated on the air in wild Lomellino's description-Oh! look dear un-had you found yourselves similarly situated. luxuriance. A murmur of admiration rose cle, only look yonder! there stands the Greck In truth such a form as Flodoardo's; a from every corner of the saloon, but it rose as I live. countenance whose physiognomy seemed a unmarked by those who were the objects of Andreas. And Lomellino is with him-passport at once to the heart of all who it; neither Rosabella nor Flodoardo at that they approach-Rosabella you have made a examined it; features so exquisitely fashion-moment formed a wish to be applauded, good guess. ed that the artist who wished to execute a except by each other. The Doge had scarcely ceased to speak, model of manly beauty, had he imitated them, when Lomellino entered the room, conduct-would have had nothing to supply or improve; ing a tall young man, richly habited in the Grecian fashion. My gracious Lord,' said Lomellino, I present to you the count Flodoardo, who humbly sues for your protection. Flodoardo uncovered his head in token of respect, took off his mask, and bowed low before the illustrious ruler of Venice. Andreas. I understand you are desirous of serving the republic? Flodorado. That is my ambition, should your Highness think me deserving of such an honor. Andreas.-Lomellino speaks highly of you; if all that he says be true, how came you to deprive your own country of your services? Flodoardo.-Because my own country is not governed by an Andreas. Andreas. You have intentions, it seems, of discovering the haunts of the banditti, who for some time past have caused so many tears to flow in Venice? Flodoardo.-If your highness would deign to confide in me, I would answer with my head for their delivery into the hands of your officers, and that speedily. Andreas.-That were much for a stranger to perform-I would fain make the trial whether you can keep your word. Flodoardo. That is sufficient-To-morrow, or the day after, at latest, will I perform my promise. Andreas—And you make that promise so resolutely? Are you aware, young man, how dangerous a task it is to surprise these miscreants? They are never to be found when sought for, and always present when least expected; they are at once every where, and no where; there exists not a nook in all Venice which our spies are not acquainted with, or have left unexamined, and yet has our police endeavored in vain to discover the place of their concealment. Flodoardo.-I know all this, and to know it rejoices me, since it affords me an opportunity features, every one of which spoke so clearly Lady,' said Flodoardo at length can there be a greater misfortune?' A misfortune!' said Rosabella, starting, as if suddenly awaking from a dream; what misfortune, Signor? who is unfortunate ?' He who is doomed to behold the joys of Elysium, and never to possess them: he who dies of thirst, and sees a cup stand full before him, but which he knows is destined for the lips of another!' And are you, my lord, this out-cast from Elysium? are you the thirsty one who stands near the cup which is filled for another? is it thus that you wish me to understand your speech ?' You understand it as I meant; and now tell me, lovely Rosabella, am I not indeed unfortunate?' And where then is the Elysium which you never must possess?' Where Rosabella is, there is Elysium.' Rosabella blushed and cast her eyes on the ground. CHAPTER XI. The Florentine Stranger. Two evenings had elapsed since the Doge's entertainment; on the second Parozzi, sat in his own apartment with Memmo and Falieri. Dimly burnt the lights: lowering and tempestuous were the skies without; gloomy and fearful were the souls of the libertines within. Parozzi.-(after a long silence)-what? are you both dreaming? ho there! Memmo, Falieri, fill your goblets. Memmo.-(with indifference)-Well! to please you. But I care not for wine to-night. Fulieri.-Nor I. Methinks it tastes like vinegar. Yet the wine itself is good; 'tis our ill-temper spoils it. Parozzi-Confound the rascals. Fulieri-And in the meanwhile the time ruus out, our projects will get wind, and then we shall sit quietly in the state prison of Venice, objects of derision to the populace and ourselves! I could tear my flesh for anger! (An universal silence.) Parozzi.-(Striking his head against the table passionately)-Flodoardo! Flodoardo. Fulieri.-In a couple of hours 1 must attend the Cardinal Gonzaga! and what intelligence shall I have to give him? Memmo.-Come, come! Contarino cannot have been absent so long without cause; I warrant you he will bring some news with him when he arrives. Fulieri.--Psha! psha! my life on't he lies at this moment at Olymphia's feet, and forgets us, the republic, the banditti, and himself. Parozzi.-And so neither of you know any thing of this Flodoardo ? Memmo. No more than of what happened on Rosabella's birth-day. Falieri.-Well, then, I know one thing more about him; Parozzi is jealous of him. Parozzi-1: ridiculous! Ro. abella may |