VOL. XI.-[II. NEW SERIES.] To-day,' hoarsely murmured Abællino; and on whom am I to show my skill ?' Nay, to say truth, 'tis but a woman; but one must not give too difficult a task to a young beginner. I will myself accompany you, and see how you conduct yourself in this first trial.' Hum? said Abællino, and measured Matteo with his eyes from head to foot. To-day about four o'clock thou shalt follow me to Dolabella's gardens, which are situated on the south side of Venice; we must both be disguised, you understand. In these gardens are excellent baths-and after using these baths, the Doge's niece, the lovely Rosabella of Corfu, frequently walks without attendants. And then you conceive ine? And you will accompany me?' I will be a spectator of your first adventure; 'tis thus I deal by every one.' And how many inches deep must I plunge my dagger?' To the hilt, boy, to the very hilt! Her death is required, and the payment will be princely; Rosabella in the grave, we are rich for life.' republic, or the designs of its enemies; and By these means he soon contrived to gain 'Alas! alas!' cried he, 'is there no one at The Doge's fair niece quitted the arbor hastily, and flew to give assistance to the sufferer. What ails you, my good father? she inquired in a melodious voice, and with a look of benevolent anxiety. Abællino pointed towards the arbor; Rosabella led him in, and placed on a seat of turf. 'God reward you, lady!' stammered Abæl Rosabella stood in silence before the Every other point was soon adjusted. Noon was now past, the clock in the neighboring church of the Benedictines struck four, and Matteo and Abællino were already forth. They arrived at the gardens of Dolabella, 'Better stammered the deceiver with a which that day were unusually crowded. feeble voice; better?-oh! yes, yes, yes! Every shady avenue was thronged with people-you-you are the Doge's niece? the noble of both sexes; every arbor was occupied by Rosabella of Corfu ?' the persons most distinguished in Venice; in The same, my good old man.' every corner sighed love-sick couples, as they waited for the wished approach of twilight; and on every side did strains of vocal and instrumental music pour their harmony on the enchanted ear. 6 NO. 2. Before you quit this arbor, you shall see the assassin expire at your feet.' Rosabella made a movement, as she would have fled; but suddenly the person who sat beside her was no longer an infirm old man He, who a minute before had scarcely strength to mutter out a few sentences, and reclined against the arbor trembling like an aspin, sprang up with the force of a giant, and drew her back with one arm. 'For the love of Heaven,' she cried, 'release me! Let me fly.' 'Lady, fear nothing; Iprotect you.' Thus said, Abellino placed a whistle at his lips, and blew it shrilly. Instantly sprang Matteo from his concealment in a neighboring clump of trees, and rushed into the arbor. Abællino threw Rosabella on the bank of turf, advanced a few steps to meet Matteo, and plunged his dagger in his heart. Without uttering a single cry sank the Banditti Captain at the feet of Abællino; the death-rattle was heard in his throat, and after a few horrible convulsions all was over. Now did Matteo's murderer look again towards the arbor, and beheld Rosabella half senseless, as she lay on the bank of turf. Your life is safe, beautiful Rosabella,' said he; there lies the villain bleeding, who conducted me hither to murder you. Recover yourself; return to your uncle the Doge, and tell him that you owe your life to Abællino.' Rosabella could not speak. Trembling she stretched her arms towards him, grasped his hand, and pressed it to her lips in silent gratitude. Abellino gazed with delight and wonder on the lovely sufferer; and in such a situation who could have beheld her without emotion?Rosabella had scarcely numbered seventeen summers; her light and delicate limbs, enveloped in a thin white garment which fell around her in a thousand folds; her bluc and Oh! lady-I have something to tell you-melting eyes whence beamed the expression Be on your guard-start not-what I would of purest innocence; her forehead, white as say is of the utmost consequence, and de-ivory, overshadowed by the ringlets of her mands the greatest prudence-Ah! God, that bright dark hair; cheeks whence, terror had there should live men so cruel-Lady, your life is in danger.' now stolen the roses; lips which a seducer had never poisoned with his kisses; such The maiden started back; the color fled was Rosabella, a creature in whose formation from her checks. partial nature seemed to have omitted nothing Do you wish to behold your assassin?-which might constitute the perfection of You shall not dic, but if you value your life Abællino mingled with the crowd. A most respectable looking peruke concealed the repulsive ugliness of his features; he imitated the walk and manners of a gouty old man, and supported himself by a crutch, as he walked slowly through the assembly. His be silent.' habit, richly embroidered, procured for him! Rosabella knew not what to think; the universally a good reception, and no one presence of the old man terrified her. scrupled to enter into conversation with him Fear nothing, lady, fear nothing; you respecting the weather, the commerce of the have nothing to fear, while I am with you- female loveliness-Such was she; and being such, the wretched Aballino may be forgiven, if for some few minutes he stood like one enchanted, and bartered for those few minutes the tranquillity of his heart forever. By Him who made me,' cried he at 1 length, oh! thou art fair, Rosabella; Valeria and could not imagine, why his expected visit Ah! Rosabella, why art thou so beauteous, and why am I-Know'st thou who kissed thy cheek Rosabella? Go! tell thy uncle, the proud Doge, 'Twas the Bravo Abællino'—|| he said and rushed out of the arbor. his life had been dedicated) I can scarce recover myself from my astonishment! For He bowed himself down to her, and Thus far the story had been told much to Heaven's sake is this report true? Did you imprinted a burning kiss on the pale cheeks Rosabella's credit; but at length the women really hiro Matteo to murder the Doge's of the beauty. began to envy her for her share in the niece?' Leave me thou dreadful man!' she stam-adventure. The kiss which she had received I?' exclainted Parozzi, and hastily turned mered in terror! oh leave me!from the Bravo afforded them an excellent away to hide the deadly paleness which opportunity for throwing out a few malicious overspread his countenance; ⚫ why should insinuations-She received a great service,' you suppose that any such design-surely said one, and there's no saying how far the Memmo, you are distracted"fair Rosabella in the warmth of gratitude may Memmo.-By my soul I speak but the plain have been carried in rewarding her preser-matter of fact. Nay, only ask Falieri; he ver! Very true,' observed another, and can tell you more. for my part I think it not very likely, that the fellow being alone with a pretty girl whose contented with a single kiss!-Come, come,' life he had just saved, should have gone away interrupted a third, do not let us judge charitably; the fact may be exactly as the lady relates it; though I must say, that gentlemen of Abellino's professions are not usually so pretty behaved, and that this is the first time I ever heard of a Bravo in the CHAPTER VII. The Bravo's Bride. It was not without good reason, that Abellino took his departure in such haste. He had quitted the spot but a few minutes, when a large party accidentally strolled that way, and discovered with astonishment the corse of Matteo, and Rosabella pale and trembling in the arbor. A crowd immediately collected itself around them. It increased with every moment, and Rosabella was necessitated to repeat what had happened to her for the satisfaction of every new-comer. In the meanwhile some of the Doge's courtiers who happened to be among the crowd, hastened to call her attendants together; her gondola was already waiting for her, and the terrified girl soon reached her uncle's palace in safety. upon every In vain was an embargo laid other gondola; in vain did they examine every person, who was in the Gardens of Dolabella at the time, when the murdered assassin was first discovered-No traces could be found of Abællino. Platonics.' Fulieri.-Faith, 'tis certain Parozzi, that Lomellino has declared to the Doge as a but you were the person, who instigated truth beyond doubting, that you, and none Matteo to attempt Rosabella's life. Parozzi. And I tell you again, that Lomellino knows not what he says. fox. Contarino.-Well, well! be upon your guard. Andreas is a terrible fellow to deal with. Falieri. He terrible? I tell you, he is the In short, Rosabella and the horrible Abæl-most contemptible blockhead that the universe Venetians with conversation so long that at but of brains not an atom. lino furnished the indolent and gossiping can furnish! Courage perhaps he possesses, Contarino. And I tell you that Andreas length the Doge's niece was universally known by the honorable appellation of the Bravo's is as brave as a lion, and as crafty as Falieri.-Psha! Psha! Every thing would go to wreck and ruin, were it not for the wiser heads of this triumvirate of counsellors, whom Heaven confound! Deprive him of Paolo, Manfrone, Conari, and Lomellino, and the Doge would stand there looking as foolish as a school-boy, who was going to be examined, and had forgotten his lesson. Bride. But no one gave himself more trouble about this affair than the Doge, the good but proud Andreas. He immediately issued orders, that every person of suspicious appearance should be watched more closely than ever: the night patroles were doubled; and spies were employed daily in procuring intelligence of Abællino; and yet all was in vain, Abællino's retreat was inscrutable. CHAPTER VIII. The report of this strange adventure spread like wild fire through Venice-Abællino (for) Rosabella had preserved but too well in her CONFUSION!' exclaimed Parozzi a Venememory that dreadful name, and by the tian nobleman of the first rank, as he paced relation of her danger had given it universal his chamber with a disordered air, on the publicity) Abællino was the object of general morning after Matteo's murder; now all wonder and curiosity. Every one pitied the curses light upon the villain's awkwardness! poor Rosabella for what she had suffered, Yet it seems inconceivable to me how all this execrated the villain who had bribed Matteo|| should have fallen out so untowardly? Has to murder her, and endeavored to connect any one discovered my desigus?-I know the different circumstances together by the help of one hypothesis or other, among which it would have been difficult to decide which was the most improbable. well, that Verrino loves Rosabella; was it he, who opposed this confounded Abellino to Matteo, and charged him to mar my plans against her?-This seems likely. And now, Every one who heard the adventure told it when the Doge inquires who it was that again, and every one who told it, again added employed assassins to murder his niece, what something of his own; till at length it was other will be suspected than Parozzi, the made into a complete romantic novel, which discontented lover to whom Rosabella refusmight have been entitled with great propriety||ed her hand, and whom Andreas hates past The Power of Beauty;' for the Venetian hope of reconciliation?-And now having gentlemen and ladies had settled the point once found the scent---Parozzi! Parozzi! among themselves completely to their own should the crafty Andreas get an insight into satisfaction, that Abellino would undoubtedly your plans-should he learn, that you have have assassinated Rosabella, had he not been placed yourself at the head of a troop of hairprevented by her uncommon beauty. But brained youth-hair-brained may I well call though Abællino's interference had preserved children who in order to avoid the rod set her life, it was doubted much whether this fire to their paternal mansion-Parozzi adventure would be at all relished by her should all this be revealed to Andreas.— destined bridegroom, the Prince of Monaldeschi, a Neapolitan of the first rank, possessed of immense wealth and extensive influence. The Doge had for sometime been secretly engaged in negociating a match between his niece and this powerful nobleman, who was soon expected to make his appearance at Venice. The motive of his journey, in spite of all the Doge's precaution, had been divulg ed, and it was no longer a secret to any but Rosabella, who had never seen the Prince, Here his reflections were interrupted. Memmo, Falieri, and Contarino entered the room, three young Venetians of the highest rank, Parozzi's inseparable companions, men depraved both in mind and body, spendthrifts, voluptuaries, well known to every usurer in Venice, and owing more than their paternal inheritance would ever admit of their paying. Why how is this Parozzi? cried Memmo, as he entered, (a wretch whose very features exhibited marks of that libertiaism to which Parozzi.-Falieri is in the right.. Falieri.-And then Andreas is as proud as a beggar grown rich and drest in his first suit of embroidery? By St. Anthony, he is become quite insupportable !-Do you not observe how he increases the number of his attendants daily? Memmo. Nay, that is an undoubted fact. Contarino. And then to what an unbounded extent has he carried his influence! the Signoria, the Quaranti, the Procurators of St. Mark, the Avocatori, all think and act, exactly as it suits the Doge's pleasure and convenience! Every sonl of them depends as much on that one man's humor and caprices, heads just as the fellow behind the curtain as puppets do, who nod or shake their wooden thinks proper to move the wires. this Andreas! Memmo.-Aye, that is the worst part of the story. Falieri.-But never credit me again, if he does not experience a reverse of fortune speedily. but set our shoulders to the wheel stoutly. Contarino. That might happen, would we But what do we do? We pass our time in taverns and brothels, drink and game, and throw ourselves headlong into such an ocean of debts, that the best swimmer must sink at last. Let us resolve to make the attempt: let us seek recruits on all sides; let us labor with all our might and main things must change; or if they do not, take my word for it, my friends, this world is no longer a world for us. Memmo.-Nay, it's a melancholy truth, that during the last half year my creditors have been ready to heat my door down with knocking; I am awakened out of my sleep in the morning and lulled to rest again at night with no other music than their eternal clamors. Parozzi.-Ha! ha! ha!-As for me I need not tell you how I am situated! Falieri. Had we been less extravagant, we might at this moment have been sitting quietly in our palaces, and-But as things stand now.— Parozzi-Well-as things stand now' I verily believe, that Falieri is going to moralize! Falieri-How? Parozzi.-Olympia? accomplish with a single look. Where the terrors of the scaffold are without effect, and Contarino.-Why how now? Why stare the priest's exhortations are heard with coldye, as I had prophecied to you that the skies ness, a wanton kiss and a tender promise were going to fall. I tell you Olympia's often perform wonders. The most vigilant heart is mine, and that I possess her entire fidelity drops to sleep on the voluptuous and most intimate confidence. Our connex-bosoms of these witches; the warmth of their ion must remain a profound secret; but kisses can thaw the lips of Secrecy itself; depend on it, whatever I wish she wishes also, and the bell which sounded the hour of asand you know she can make half the nobility signation, has often rang the knell of the in Venice dance to the sound of her pipe, let most sacred principles and most steadfast her play what tune she pleases. resolutions. But should you either fail to Parozzi.-Contarino you are our master.gain the mastery over the minds of these Contarino. And you had not the least women, or fear to be yourselves entangled in suspicion, how powerful an ally I was laboring the nets which you wish to spread for others, to procure for you? in these cases you must have recourse to the holy father confessors. Flatter the pride of these insolent Friars; paint for them upon the blank leaf of futurity bishop's mitres. patriarchal missions, the hats of cardinals, and the keys of St. Peter; my life upon it, they will spring at the bait, and you will have them completely at your disposal. These hypocrites who govern the consciences of the bigoted Venetians, hold man and woman, the noble and the mendicant, the Doge and the gondoleer, bound fast in the chains of superstition, by which they can lead them wheresoever it best suits their pleasure. It will save us tons of gold in gaining over proselytes and keeping their consciences quiet when gained, if we can but obtain the assistance of the confessors, whose blessings and curses pass with the multitude for current coin. Now then to work, comrades, and so farewell. Contarino. That is ever the way with old sinners, when they have lost the power to sin any longer:-then they are ready to weep over their past life, and talk loudly about repentance and reformation. Now, for my own part I am perfectly well satisfied with my Parozzi.-I must blush for myself while I wanderings from the common beaten paths listen to you, since as yet I have done of morality and prudence. They serve to nothing. Yet this I must say in my excuse, convince me, that I am not one of your every-had Matteo, bribed by my gold, accomplished day men, who sit cramped up in the chim-Rosabella's murder, the Doge would have ney-corner, lifeless and phlegmatic, and been robbed of that chain, with which he shudder, when they hear of any extraordinary holds the chief men of Venice attached to his occurrence. Nature evidently intended me government. Andreas would have no merit, to be a libertine, and I am determined to were Rosabella once removed. The most fulfill my destination. Why, if spirits like illustrious families would care no longer for ours were not produced every now and then, his friendship, were their hopes of a connexthe world would absolutely go fast asleep; ion with him by means of his niece buried in but we rouse it by deranging the old order her grave. Rosabella will one day be the of things, force mankind to quicken their Doge's heiress. snail's pace, furnish a million of idlers with riddles which they puzzle their brains about without being able to comprehend, infuse some few hundreds of new ideas into the heads of the great multitude, and, in short, are as useful to the world, as tempests are which dissipate those exhalations, with which Nature otherwise would poison herself. Memmo.-All that I can do for you in this business is to provide you with pecuniary supplies. My old miserable uncle, whose whole property becomes mine at his death, has brim-full coffers, and the old miser dies when ever I say the word. Falieri.-You have suffered him to live too long already. Memmo.-Why, I never have been able to make up my mind entirely to-You would scarcely believe it, friends, but at times I am so hypocondriac, that I could almost fancy I feel twinges of conscience. Contarino-Indeed! Then take my advice, Falieri-Excellent sophistry, by my honor! Why, Contarino, ancient Rome has had an irreparable loss in not having numbered you among her orators: it is a pity though, that there should be so little that's solid wrapped up in so many fine sounding words. Now learn, that while you, with this rare talent of go into a monastery. eloquence, have been most unmercifully wear- Memmo.-Yes, truly, that would suit me to ing out the patience of your good natured ||a_hair! hearers, Falieri has been in action! The Falieri.-Our first care must be to find Cardinal Gonzaga is discontented with the government; heaven knows what Andreas has done to make him so vehemently his enemy; but, in short, Gonzaga now belongs to our party. Parozzi.-(with astonishment and delight) -Falieri, are you in your senses?-The Cardinal Gonzaga? Fulieri.-Is ours, and ours both body and soul. I confess, I was first obliged to rhodomontade a good deal to him about our patriotism, our glorious designs, our love for freedom and so forth; in short, Gonzaga is an hypocrite, and therefore is Gonzaga the fitter for us. out our old acquaintances, Matteo's compan- Parozzi.-As soon as they are found, their Contarino. That were an excellent idea, if it were but as easily done as said-Well then, my friends, this principal point at least is decided. Either we will bury our debts under the ruins of the existing constitution of the republic, or make Andreas a gift of our heads towards strengthening the walls of the building-In either case we shall at least Contarino.-(clasping Falieri's hand) obtain quiet. Necessity, with her whip of Bravo, my frieud! Venice shall see a second serpents, has driven us to the very highest edition of Cataline's conspiracy.-Now then point of her rock, whence we must save it is my turn to speak, for I have not been ourselves by some act of extraordinary idle since we parted. In truth I have as yet daring, or be precipitated on the opposite caught nothing, but I have made myself side into the abyss of shame and eternal master of an all-powerful net, with which I oblivion. The next point to be considered doubt not to capture the best half of Venice. is how we may best obtain supplies for our You all know the Marchioness Olympia? necessary expenses, and induce others to Parozzi.-Does not each of us keep a list of the handsomest women in the republic, and can we have forgotten number one? Falieri.-Olympia and Rosabella are the goddesses of Venice: our youths burn incense on no other altars. Contarino.-Olympia is my own. join with us in our plans. For this purpose CHAPTER IX. Cinthia's dwelling. SCARCELY had Abællino achieved the bloody deed which employed every tongue in Venice, than he changed his dress and whole appearance with so much expedition and success as to prevent the slightest suspicion of his being Matteo's murderer. He quitted the gardens unquestioned, nor left the least trace which could lead to a discovery. They have been asleep,' she answered, since mid-day. Probably they mean to go out on some pursuit to-night.' Abellino threw himself into a chair, and seemed to be lost in thought. But why are you always so gloomy, Abællino,' said Cinthia, drawing near him; it's that which makes you so ugly. Prithee away with those frowns-they make your countenance look worse than nature made it.' Abællino gave no answer. Really, you are enough to frighten a body!-Come now, let us be friends, Aballino; I begin not to dislike you, and to endure your appearance; and I don't know but Go! wake the sleepers! roared the over her boson; her lips were red and full, ||have thought of any thing happening sosion of an assassin. Then we may look out and she bowed them towards Abællino's-unlucky. But Abællino's were still sacred by the touch Aballino-Why how now? You seem to Wake the sleepers, my good girl,' said he, 'I must speak with them this moment.' Cinthia hesitated. Nay, go said he in a fierce voice. Cinthia retired in silence; yet as she crossed the threshold, she stopped for an instant, and menaced him with her finger. Abællino strode through the chamber with hasty steps, his head reclining on his shoulder, his arms folded over his breast. for a wife among the pretty girls of our own rank in life, become the happy fathers of sons and daughters, may eat and drink in peace Struzza.-I cannot recover myself: sur- and security, and make amends by the honprise and terror have almost stupified me!esty of our future lives for the offences of Alilino.--Indeed! by my life, when Iour past. heard the news I burst into laughter-Signor Thomaso-Ha! ha! ha! Matteo,' said I, I wish your worship joy of your safe arrival,' Thomaso.-What? Thomaso. That's easy to say, but quite out of my power. Petrino-Mercy on me how my teeth Abalino.-What you do, that will I do too; I will either hang or be broken on the wheel along with you, or become an honest man, just as you please-Now then, what is your decision? Thomaso.-Was there ever such a stupid counsellor! Petrino. Our decision? Nay, the point is not very difficult to decide. Aballino.-I should have thought it had been. - Petrino.-Right, lad! You speak my thoughts exactly. Aballino.-Why surely you are not afraid of receiving what you are so ready to bestow on others?-What is your object? What The first step is taken,' said he to him-can we expect as our reward at the end of self; there is one moral monster the less our labors, except the gibbet or the rack? on earth. I have committed no sin by this What memorials of our actions shall we leave murder; I have but performed a sacred behind us, except our skeletons dancing in Thomaso. Without more words then, I duty-Aid me, thou Great and Good, for the air, and the chains which rattle around vote for our remaining as we are, and carryarduous is the task before me. Ah! should them?-He who chooses to play the Bravo'sing on our old trade: that will bring us in that task be gone through with success, and part on the great theatre of the world, must plenty of gold, and enable us to lead a jolly Rosabella be the reward of my labors-not be afraid of death, whether it comes at life. Rosabella?-What shall the Doge bestow his the hands of the physician or of the execuniece on the outcast Abællino ?-Oh! madtioner. Come, come! pluck up your spirits, || man that I am to hope it, never can I reach comrades. the goal of my wishes!-No! never was there frenzy to equal mine! To attach myself at first sight to-Yet Rosabella is capable of thus enchanting at first sight!-Rosabella and||chatter! Valeria-To be beloved by two such women -Yet though 'tis impossible to attain, the striving to attain such an end is glorious! Illusions so delightful will at least make me happy for a moment, and alas! the wretched Abællino needs some such illusions, that for a Aballino.-Hey dey! Why, what is all moment will make him happy!-Oh! surely this ?-Cinthia, my life, are you not ashamed knew the world what I gladly would accom-of being such a child? Come, let you and I plish, the world would both love and pity me.' renew that conversation which my sending Cinthia returned the four Bravos followed you to wake these gentlemen interruptedher, yawning, grumbling, and still half asleep. Sit down by me, sweetheart and give me a Come, come! said Abællino; rouze kiss. yourselves, lads! Before I say any thing, be convinced that you are wide awake, for what I am going to tell you is so strange, that you would scarce believe it in a dream.' They listened to him with an air of indifference and impatience, Why, what's the matter now?' said Thomaso, while he stretched himself. Neither more nor less, than that our honest, hearty, brave Matteo-is murdered !' What!-Murdered?' every one exclaimed and gazed with looks of terror on the bearer of this unwelcome news: while Cinthia gave a loud scream, and clasping her hands together, sunk almost breathless into a chair. A general silence prevailed for some time. 'Murdered?' at length repeated Thomaso and by whom?' Baluzzo.-Where? || Baluzzo.-Prithee, Abællino be composed for a moment or two! your gaiety at a time like this is quite horrible. Cinthia.-Oh! me! oh! me!-Poor murdered Matteo ! Cinthia.-Out upon you, monster! Abellino-What, have you altered your mind, my pretty dear?-Well, well-with all my heart!-When you are in the humor, I may not have the inclination. Baluzzo.-Death and the devil, Abællino, is this a time for talking nonsense? Prithee keep such trash for a fitter occasion, and let us consider what we are to do just now. Petrino.-Nay this is no season for trifling. Struzza.-Tell us, Aballino, you are a clever fellow, what course is it best for us to take? Aballino.-(after a pause)-Nothing must be done or a great deal-One of two things must we choose. Either we must remain where we are, and what we are, murder honest men to please any rascal who will give us gold and fair words, and make up our minds to be hung, broken on the wheel, condemned to the galleys, burnt alive, crucified or beheaded, at the long run, just as it may seem best to the supreme authority; or Petrino.-What? this afternoon? Aballino. In the gardens of Dolabella, where he was found bleeding at the feet of the Doge's niece. Whether he fell by her hand, or by that of one of her admirers, 1elsecannot say. Cinthia.-(weeping)-poor dear Matteo! Aballino-About this time to-morrow you will see his corse exhibited on the gibbet. Petrino-What! did any one recognize him? Thomaso.-We are Bravos, it's true; but what then? We are honest fellows, and the devil take him who dares to say we are not. However, at any rate we must keep within doors for a few days, lest we should be discovered; for I warrant you the Doge's spies are abroad in search of us by this. But as soon as the pursuit is over, be it our first business to find out Matteo's murderer, and throttle him out of hand as a warning to all others. All.-Bravo! bravissimo! Abellino. To which I say amen with all COMMUNICATIONS. For the Rural Repository. COULD we portray the character of this man and bring it to bear upon our own stations in life, a rich reward no doubt would be realized. In reviewing his history, how easily can we bring his mighty powers so near, that their influence may affect the very soul-may inflame the passions—may prompt to schemes noble-far nobler than yet we ere conceived-Man, says Mr. Locke, is a species of Chameleon, he takes a tincture from the objects that surround him. And why is this principle void? Sure, the examples of our literary fathers inspire to renown, which, particularly in this country, is attainable from the very circumstance of every person being his own architect, and necessarily among young men produces rivalship. The eye of the world is ever open, ever ready to take cognizance of all a man does. If he do well, it encourages; if ill, the sensitive feel its rebuke. Here, we know no distinction of Thomaso.-Or else?-Well? Aballing. Or else we must divide the spoils which are already in our possession, quit the republic, begin a new and better life, and endeavor to make our peace with heaven. We have already wealth enough to make it Aballino-Yes, yes! there's no doubt unnecessary for us to ask- How shall we about his trade, you may depend on't. get our bread -You may either buy an Cinthia. The gibbet!-Poor dear Mat-estate in some foreign country, or keep an Osteria, or engage in commerce, or set up some trade, or, in short do whatever you like men; the poor rise, the rich degenerate, best, so that you do but abandon the profes-Then, O then, on what can man rely ?— teo! Thomaso.-This is a fine piece of work! Such was the eloquence of the man who fixed the gaze of multitudes every where. Advices of approbation and encouragement were heard from every abode to cheer him on. His voice, coarse and portentous, like the tempestuous tornado, carried every thing in its course. It rolled on and on and so fearfully audible to his antagonists, that silence and solemnity pervaded his assemblies as though the angel of retribution was sounding the final trump. He gathered every thing far and near for his use, till the collected materials became big and black with favorable omens in his behalf ere their impetus hurled the impending bolt. Women in England. I saw in London, women dressed neat and clean, trundling wheelbarrows in the middle of the streets, seemingly carrying home, or taking clothes to be washed. In the markets of London and Liverpool, are thousands of women, who make their living by carrying home the meat and vegetables. They have round baskets which they place on their heads. I have met delicate, goodlooking females, trembling under the loads which they carried. By what process are those principles to be || or how practical-by the ease and familiarity obtained so necessary and subservient to with which he spoke, it seemed as though he GRANT THORBURN is on a visit to Britain. distinguishment? we answer, the same spirit inherited the intellectual powers of many In a letter to the editor of the New-York, that influenced Henry Brougham-persevere by-gone ages and was able to concentrate Commercial Advertiser, he describes some and observe. Plain philosophy teaches that the whole into one intense and tremendous things that he has seen in London. The following is an extract. more true fame is acquired by industry than focus. by the superior qualities of the mind, which latter function often most fatally deludes. Demosthenes, Julius Cæsar, Lord Bacon, Sir Isaac Newton, Franklin, Washington, Napoleon, &c. though different in their intellectual and moral qualities, were renowned as hard-workers. The organization of the human system, both mentally and physically, is framed for labor—the former to suggest, the latter to execute. These principles formed the precedents of Brougham's celebrity. No special evidence of superior faculties is given in his school-boy days, but rather denounced as being a great worker and of little genius, which renders it more certain that his whole life must have been impressed with a deeply seated conviction of the paramount importance, the indispensable necessity of earnest, unwearied and unremitting labor as a stimulus to the great banquet Brougham is now LORD HIGH CHANCELLOR of knowledge. Labor vincit omnia,' was of England. He was born in the county of the motto ever to encourage and inspire him Westmoreland in 1769-consequently, is 65 with that mighty and all-comprehending prin-years of age. ciple of knowing men and things in their infinite and diversified relations; a fixed de 'Ile was a man June, 1884. PHILOM. I saw two well-dressed young French women in the streets of Liverpool-they had a small organ, fixed on a four wheeled hand wagon. As the two dragged it along, they would stop play and sing, with a mob around, who gave them a few pennies. I also saw a woman on the high-way, breaking stones to Macadamize the road. On another occasion, I saw a woman, having a young child buckled on her back.-She was driving a one horse cart laden with coals, going up a steep part of the road, and the load being rather heavy for the horse, she took hold of the wheel and helped it to roll along till she got to the top of the hill. I thought this was most emI thought if Trollope and Fiddler had seen phatically clapping the shoulder to the wheel. such things in America, what a fine subject it would have been, to make for them a book. As far as I can observe, if the remark be standard of refinement-I think America is at least half a century ahead of them London folks. In short many, very many of the laborious, and menial offices are here performed by women.' termination to become eminent so buoyed him TRAVELING SKETCHES. true, that respect paid to women, is the true above disparagement, that like the invincible Cromwell, when fixed on his course, he pursued it with all the majesty of selfconfidence and unbending resolution that obstructions retired before him as feebler beasts flee from the Lion of the forest. The applause of public opinion is a continual feast to the ambitious mind-even so with Brougham. In despite of every vicissitude common to young aspirants, he went on, carrying along knowledge uncircumscribed in its nature. His every touch, either in science or literature, procured the praise due to his extraordinary acquirements. The profession of the law he elected as a greater sphere to test whether there was reality in labor towards perfecting distinction; in which capacity appeared no less energy of will than he had already displayed so conspicuously in other pursuits. Nothing could swerve his fixed attention-holier motives than empty applause prompted-that he reasoned in humanity's cause, and plead that the oppressed go free, as a jurist and as an advocate, no man dare question. The house of Lords never knew his superior. When addressed by Brougham, they were made to feel as if they were members of the most illustrious assembly in the world-his comprehensive schemes and untiring vigilance modulated every subject to his will, no matter how sublime or how common-how abstruse| From Mundey's Sketches in India. ABOUT half an acre round the grave is O high ambition lowly laid.' MISCELLANY. Eloquence and Humor of Patrick Henry. ́ Hook was a Scotchman, a man of wealth, and suspected of being unfriendly to the American cause. During the distress of the American army, consequent on the joint invasion of Cornwallis and Phillips in 1781, a Mr. Venable, an army commissary, had taken two of Hook's steers for the use of the troops. The act had not been strictly legal; and, on the establishment of peace, Hook, on the advice of Mr. Cowan, a gentleman of some distinction in the law, thought proper to bring an action of trespass against Mr. Venable, in the district court of New London. Mr. Henry appeared for the defendant, and is said to have deported himself in this cause to his infinite enjoyment. Mr. Henry became animated in the cause, says a correspondent, he appeared to have complete control over the passions of his audience: at one time he excited their indignation against Hook: vengeance was visible in every countenance : again, when he chose to relax, and ridicule him, the whole audience was in a roar of laughter. He painted the distresses of the American army, exposed, almost naked, to the rigors of a winter's sky, and marking the frozen ground over which they trod with the blood of their unshod feet. Where was the man, he said, who had an American heart in |