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calling things by their right names, quite year in his town palace, which is costly conscious that we had left the region of and magnificent. enchantment, but finding sufficient to By degrees, winding along through amuse and enjoy in a matter-of-fact way. pleasant scenes, we return to the gardens, A fine swing, favorably placed, tempted where we spend some time among flowery one of the gentlemen to indulge in this parterres. Before bidding adieu to the exercise ; suddenly he was assailed with a lovely spot, our guide, who has been most mimic shower-bath, sprinkled over him kind and attentive, crowns his affability from some unseen source; the next in- by filling our hands with oranges that he stant another receives a shock of the same picks from the richly laden trees before us. sort; we attempt to cross the bridge, and We thank him most cordially for the lo! we are assailed on all sides with jets pleasure of the day, which has been augof

spray, and make a merry laugh and mented by his courteous efforts to make us frolic over it. The secret is found ; by acquainted with every object of interest means of a certain spring near the bridge, connected with his department. Then, the whole effect is produced ; a mere with a half sigh of regret, we bid adieu to touch of the hand being sufficient to move these lovely shades, never more to be seen this curious machinery, starting one, or a save by the eye of retrospection; and half dozen, or many more fine streams, once more seated in the carriage, after an sprinkling their tiny silver showers in as exchange of bows and smiles, and the many different directions.

tendering of the usual fee for the good We were pleased with the marble sum- services of this guide, we roll off into the mer-house, with its curious mirror, (like broad, smooth road, the bright sunshine that in the palace of Versailles which had around us, and our lap filled with golden been such a marvel to us on our visit to fruit, perfuming the carriage with its that place,) which possessed the power of rich aroma. That branch, with its cluster multiplying each reflection on its surface of large oranges so fresh and spicy ! how several times. Thus, we saw three copies we longed for the power to toss it over the of the same individual, as we looked in to sea, to a dear one at home! but as this sight ourself.

cannot be done, we are fain to content We were pleased too, with the building, ourself with descriptions of our excursion, designed for a day's home on these and good wishes respecting appropriating grounds, where everything was arranged the golden treasure, resulting from this for comfort and convenience; a kitchen memorable visit. Our ride back, proved with rango, furnishing hot and cold water, delightful. The width and smoothness of and every facility for cooking a fine din- these roads throughout France and Italy, ner; added to this, dining, dressing and are, we believe, the admiration of all sitting rooms, all on a miniature scale, tourists. Built originally in the most and furnished most appropriately. Here, thorough manner, having no frost to unwas kept the book in which all visitors settle them as in our northern latitude,

were recorded, many pages of they eventually become as hard and which were already filled with autographs smooth as a floor; this surface is kept from the four quarters of the globe. constantly the same, from the free use of a

Above this apartment is a circular soft white stone used for Macadamizing, room with tesselated floor, rich mosaic which soon becomes powdered, and hardcentre table, and the whole set round with ened into a solid consistency, that rings luxurious and costly divans, stained glass under the horses' hoofs like that of heavy encircling every side, and above all

, a paved stone. On our road from Pegli, ' rose window of the most gorgeous colors, (for this is the name of the place where showers down prismatic rays, perfectly the villa is situated) a distance of five dazzling in their richness and profusion! miles from Genoa, we pass what is reThis beautiful retreat, we suspect, is not puted to be the house where Columbus often used by the princely owner of the was born ; but there is a doubt in regard villa, who spends the greater part of the to the correctness of this fact, some even


M. C. P.

M. C. G.

claiming (as the reader may know) that My Father's house! O, come that happy day, the Great Navigator and discover of the When from my soul the flesh shall drop away, new world was not a native of Genoa In the dear shelter of my Father's arms; proper, at all! But this is not susceptible Roll back blue sky! open your door of light! of proof we believe. “Irving,' and others Another angel comes in robes of white, of good authority, do not hesitate in affirm. My soul leaps up to meet the homeward call. ing him to have been a native of the city of Genoa, still claiming him as her son, and it is most certain, that whether born in, or out of the city, he was a Ge

THE NEW YEAR OF JODOCUS, noese, and acquired his love for nauti- From the French of Laboulaye. cal adventure and discovery, from the

Who is the habitué of Lincoln's Inn maritime spirit of this hardy ånd enterprizing people, his fellow-countrymen and

who does not know the library of Jodocus citizens. But here we are at the door of Trangott? Is there a barrister, worthy of

the our apartment ! to which we return, happy out stopping before this sanctuary of old

name, who can ascend Holborn within the recollection of our day's excursion, which, after experience among the wonders jurisprudence, to admire those worm-eatof the old world, only serves to confirm en books, which, under their dusty covers, our decision of its being one of the pleas- guard the mysteries of the Common Law ? antest days enjoyed while abroad.

Many a Sergeant at-Law, many a great

English judge has deigned to enter the Sillfreds Rest, May 1861.

dusky shop in search of some hidden treasure. There is the only place where

one can examine at his ease, the old colTHE BLUE SKY.

lections of the Norman law, printed in

Saxony, by Tottel, with this brave device, Home of my God! I bless the loving hand, That drew thy arch so high, so fair, so grand;

“Ne moy reproves sans cause, car Up from my daily toil, my weary strife,

entent est de bone amoure. And since I gaze rebuked, for all my narrow life. Rebuked like Peter, as, betrayed by me,

the library of the Duke of Sussex has My injured Lord looks down reproachfully;

been blown to the winds of auctions, who And just beyond, removed a little space,

now possesses the first edition of Coke My pitying Father hides his tender face. upon Littleton, or “Les Termes de la Home of my God! I lift my fevered brow,

Ley,” of William Rastall, if not the fortuAnd almost feel the heavenly blessing now;

nate and clever Jodocus ? As when a child I lay amid the grass

I doubt whether there is any banker.or With eyes upraised, to see the shadows pass, And dreamed that where the sunlight glimmer- speculator three times a millionaire, who ed through,

feels his own value better than does master 'Twas God's eye watching all we think or do. Jodocus, in the midst of his wealth. To And so untutored, in my childish way, Would shut my serious eyes and softly pray.

see him in his little shop assorting these Home of my God! that blessed day is past,

leaves yellowed by study and time, or reMy womanhood in other paths is cast;

pairing, with fatherly care, the old wormToo often in the thorns and dust of sin, eaten bindings, no one can doubt that he Where good departs and evil enters in; sees before him a man penetrated with the And yet I lift my eyes and dare to pray, I dare to ask his blessing on my way;

grandeur of his lot. Jodocus shrugs his For I was once untempted, undefiled,

shoulders when you speak of Chaucer, And e'en though sinning, I am still his child. Shakspeare, or Milton, but he is all exHome of my God! blue arch divinely fair,

citement when you mention the only eneThat spans alike our cursing or our prayer;

my that he has in the world — an enemy The whole earth drops away! I seem to stand, that he detests with his whole soul ; it is At thy pearl-gates and in thy blessed land; No strife or mist obscures my vision now,

Henry VII., that savage king as he calls The thorny crown drops from my aching brow, him, who had the barbarity to modernize My waiting soul the promised peace” re- the laws, replacing a tongue that the And Jesus crowns my brow with healing I stand, by that vulgar language that is


spoken even in the streets. With such sacrifice to duty. You see that Jodocus opinions, opinions shared by the wisest is a wise man, who knows how to struggle heads of the magistracy, and the soundest against sleep. Wrapped in a grey

flannel brains at the bar ; with such a religion, dressing-gown, his head protected by a velthe sincere worship of legal antiquity-how vet cap, festooned with threads of gold, can we wonder that master Jodocus should his feet thrust into embroidered slippers, a have acquired a good reputation and an masterpiece from his daughter's hand, Johonorable fortune?

docus, his work finished, begins gently to But this fortune is well deserved. smoke his pipe, stopping now and then to Since he first opened his shop, twenty sip his tea, enlivened by a drop of branyears ago, he has never been seen except dy. at his desk, in the midst of those books “Well done,” said he, “the year winds which are his life and joy. Except on up with 504 pounds sterling, clear profit. Sunday, the door is never shut, and never With everything paid, rent, taxes, househas a customer been served by any hand hold expenses, Margaret's lessons and all, but that of the master. Twice only has there remains 504 pounds sterling, 500 of Jodocus been absent, the day when he which I deposited yesterday, gave a guinmarried, and the day when he lost his ea to Margaret this morning, and here are wife; but each day he returned at noon, three pieces of gold in my hand. The acsaying with Roman pride, that in joy as count is exact. Who could have foretold, in sorrow, a public man belongs to his thirty years ago, when, a poor orphan, I country.

trudged on foot from Dover to London, The life of such a sage is as easy to de- begging along the road, and almost dying scribe as that of a monk, who never leaves of hunger at Canterbury, who could have his cell. Nothing affects its uniformity. foretold that to-day, I should find myself For us, the passing year brings revolu- at the head of a little fortune which I hope tions, tragic events, pleasures and pains; will double itself more than once. 'Tis to Jodocus, a year passed, is only one vol- true I have denied myself everything, and ume more added to his collection of Hans- worked like a galley slave, but to work is ard, or to the collection of the statutes. my pleasure. God has given me health, Sunday is no less monotonous than the strength, a darling daughter. If I desire rest of the week. To lead his daughter wealth it is for thee, my dear Margaret; Margaret to church, then after dinner to it is thy dowry that I think of. She is walk along the river side, and in fine days delicate like her mother ; I shall not marto go as far as Kensington; twice a year ry her before she is twenty years old. I to visit the Zoological Gardens, and there have then five years before me, and in to lift Margaret on the steps that she five years one may do much. I shall may see the graceful antics of the hippo- look out for a good husband for her, an potamus frolicing in his bath; or even in educated man, of good position—that she a moment of paternal weakness to let her must have. If I could find a young minmount upon the good elephant who kneels ister for her, she would do so well in a so gently and then to tremble with terror, parsonage ; she, so gentle, so kind, so inwhile the child promenades for a quarter of telligent. With a fine dowry, perhaps I an hour—these are all the emotions that might discover some young vicar, not Jodocus indulges in. Blame him who will, much beforehand, of course, but with his he is happy.

whole future before him; and who knows And yet whoever passed, last Monday but in my old age I might settle down at night, before this little house, always si- the fireside of my daughter, become the lent and dark after ten o'clock, would wife of a canon of Westminster, or, perhave seen on the ground floor a flickcring haps, even of a dean of St. Paul. light. Jodocus was up at midnight! It Upon this, master Jodocus dropped his was the close of the year, and he must set- head, and began to examine his slippers, tle his accounts. To sit up is an excep- and to follow out their arabesques of red tion to the rule, but it is a new and white silk, which wound over a green


bottom, like a thread of water in the turf; used it to light his pipe; the other half he then he filled his pipe, but with the un- returned to his pocket, not being a man consciousness of a man whose mind is to burn even a useless paper uselessly ; astray. Three times he tried to smoke then he sank back in his arm-chair and before he perceived that he had forgotten plunged again into reverie. His whole to light his dear companion. Then he life passed before him. He saw himself drew from his pocket several letters that again a child, driven by want from the he placed with care on the table, they little home where both parents had died ; were orders from his customers, but, at then a cabin boy, then a beggar, then a the sight of a dirty, crumpled paper, his long time an apprentice earning by severe features contracted and he made a wry toil the first money that was to set him face as he read what follows:

free; he recalled the day when he opened

his little shop, having invested his ten “Sir,-although a stranger to you, I year's savings and all his hope, in a few dare implore your well known bounty. old books; he remembered the only purThe widow of a merchant captain, I have chaser who had ventured into his shop a sick child and am without resourees. I during the whole of the first week ; and have neither fire nor bread, and to-morrow, now, turning his head, he gazes with defor want of six shillings, I shall be driven light upon these folios and quartos which from my garret. My head_swims, and smile upon him like old friends : these but for my daughter but I feel that I well balanced accounts, this gold in his cannot always resist so much misery. hand. The memory of his past misforHunger is bad, sir, and gives terrible ad- ture lends new enjoyment to his present vice. Take pity on us, come, see, save prosperity, to the calm silence, the pleas

ELIZABETH WARREN, ant warmth that surrounds him ; until, 30 Church Lane."

half stupefied by his long vigil and the

fumes of the tobacco, he laid his pipe on “Cursed letter," cried Jodocus, crush- the table, his head upon his folded arms ing the paper. “I thought it was de- and slept

. stroyed. It is the one I received this In his sleep he seemed to see his little morning at breakfast, and which made shop illuminated, or rather his choicest Margaret weep so. She is indeed her books placed in rows and shining with a father's own child - she has too much singular light. They were no longer feeling I was obliged to scold her. books, they were ingots of gold. Before Poor child, she takes it all in earnest; all this splendor, Margaret passed with inthis letter invented by some wretch who difference, more graceful, more beautiful lives in infamy.

London swarms with than ever. A young minister in a black these outcasts. 'Tis true, my charity is robe and white cravat, spoke to her with well known; every Sunday I distribute respectful tenderness; and Margaret , among the beggars two shillings, farthing blushing, and with eyes cast down, ansby farthing, which makes no less than one wered like a young lady of quality, that it hundred and four shillings a year; and was not for her to decide upon such honHeaven knows how much I might have orable proposals, and that he must consult made the last ten years with that sum. I her father. Jodocus instantly advanced remember how I bought the first edition to give his hand to a son-in-law who pleas of the Mirror of Justice for half a crown, ed him so much, when suddenly the ingots and sold it for a hundred livres ! But lost their brilliancy, and became dull as then one is a Christian, and must pay his the stones of a prison. Jodocus now debt to charity ; but it is certainly the found himself in a damp, chilly room, least the poor can do, to leave you in where the wind and rain entered at will, peace at home, and not come to disturb through the tumbling door, and the brokyou

en window-glass. In this miserable And Jodocus, impatiently tearing off abode, with no furniture, and no fire, a that part of the letter that was written on, poor woman, prematurely old, with tan

in your own house."


gled hair and hollow eyes, was sitting up covered her with kisses, and wrapped her on a broken chair, trying by the glimmer with her arms to try to warm her. of a candle, to finish a piece of embroide- “And those letters which were to bring ry too fine for her weary eyes. A line us help, what has become of them ? hung with damp clothes crossed the room, asked the sick girl, putting her two little and behind these rags there lay upon a hands on her mother's face, to caress her, little pallet, a young child without bed- “They gave me no answer ; yet they clothes, without covering, with no protec- are rich, and a guinea, which is nothing to tion from the cold but a black woolen pet- them, would have saved us. ticoat that reached to her feet. Every “Mamma, God will punish them, for moment a dry, convulsive cough shook the they are wicked.” frame of the little one ; now perspiration No, my child, the rich are not wickpoured down her cheeks, and now a cold ed; but they do not see us, and so they shiver ran over her whole body; she was do not know what we suffer.” dying of fever.

“But Mr. Jodocus, whom you were “Mother," said she, in a broken voice, sure of, because he was once poor himself, give me some drink, I am thirsty.” and knows what it is to suffer ?”

I cannot,” replied the woman; Try now to sleep, my darling, I am water is frozen in the pitcher; to drink going to put you on the bed again.” this icy water would kill you.

“Not yet, mamma; I am choking Mother,

soon resumed the child air air." with a cough, “I am cold; put the blan- A convulsion seized the child ;


eyes ket over me.

stared strangely ; she threw up her arms, “ My child, you know that I pawned it then her head dropped like a flower whose yesterday to get you a little broth and stem is crushed. Dead or fainted, who some fire."

knows?" “Give me your shawl, then, I am so “Ah!” cried the mother, laying the cold.”

child upon the bed, “all is over now. If “Dear little one, I sold it this morning you are dead, I will go with you to the for our breakfast ; there is nothing left other world, and we will enter there to now but this old dress I have on, and the gether ; if you are alive, the parish will petticoat that covers you.”.

protect you. It takes care of orphans, but Mother,” at last said the sobbing does nothing for those who have a moth

come and lie down beside me; er. Since there is no more hope for me you will warm me.”

upon earth, may God pardon me and have • My darling, you know that I cannot mercy upon me.” She quickly raised lie down. I must carry home this em- the window, and leaning forwardbroidery in the morning to get you some- “Stop, stop, rash one," cried Jodocus, thing to eat, and my eyes are so weak that “ there are still kind hearts in the world." the whole night will not be too long to fin- And darting towards her, he awoke with ish this delicate work."

a terrible beating at his heart, and found The child was silent; the mother wiped himself half fallen from his chair. It took away her tears, and set herself again to him some time to collect himself; the fire work. Nothing was heard now but the was out, the lamp extinguished. He hoarse roar of the east wind. Suddenly a quickly found a match, and lighted a can· terrible blast, bursting open the paper dle, but he was chilled through and out of that was pinned against the window, hurl- humor. “What a nightmare !” cried he ; ed into the chamber a whirlwind of snow “ That's what comes from changing one's and rain; the sick child, chilleil and habits. Half-past two, and I not undressfrightened, burst into a 'violent cough.ed! What would the neighbors say, if “ Mother, mother, I am choking; mother, they were not in bed? The devil take I shall die ! ”

these imaginary beggars who torment us The poor woman took the child into her day and night. Come ! to prayer and to lap and pressed her to her bosom; she bed.”


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