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A greasy fellow, with his shirt rolled to the city, an old, sore-eyed Armenian, his shoulders, stood near the door, com- with shabby calpack, and every mark mending his shop to the world by slap- of extreme poverty, admitted us, petping on the flank a whole mutton that tishly demanding our entrance money, hung beside him, while, as a customer before he let us pass the threshold. came in, he dexterously whipped out a Flights of steps, dangerously ruinous, led slice, had it cut in a twinkling into bits us down, first into a garden, far below as large as a piece of chalk (I have the level of the street, and thence into a stopped five minutes in vain, to find a dark and damp cavern, the bottom of better comparison), strung upon a long which was covered with water. As the iron skewer, and laid on the coals. My eye became accustomed to the darkness, friend is an old Constantinopolitan, and we could distinguish tall and beautiful had eaten kibaubs before. He entered columns of marble and granite, with without hesitation; and the adroit butcher superb Corinthian capitals, perhaps thirty giving his big trowsers a fresh hitch, and feet in height, receding as far as the tightening his girdle, made a new cut limits of our obscured sight. The old for his “ narrow-legged” customers, and' man said there were a thousand of them. wished us a good appetite; (the Turks The number was doubtless exaggerated, look with great contempt on our tight but we saw enough to convince us, that pantaloons, and distinguish us by this here was covered up, almost unknown, epithet). We got up on the platform, one of the most costly and magnificent crossed our legs under us as well as we works of the christian emperors of Con. could, and I cannot deny that the savoury stantinople. missives that occasionally reached my nostrils, bred a gradual reconciliation between my stomach and my eyes.

THE WIDOW. In some five minutes, a tin platter was

(For the Parterre.) set between us, loaded with piping hot kibaubs, sprinkled with salad, and mixed I am no sentimentalist. I cannot weep with bits of bread; our friend the cook, over a dead ass. Death is the only by way of making the amiable, stirring pause in the toil of that patient longit

up well with his fingers as he brought eared tribe; and of all animals the horse it along. As Modely says in the play, and the ass should be the last to affect “ In love or mutton, I generally fall to our sympathies, when dead and freed without ceremony;” but, spite of its from the tyrant man. I am no sentiagreeable flavour, I shut my eyes, and mentalist, I have said; and yet I did selected a very small bit, before I com- feel rather sentimental a few days since. ienced upon the kibaubs.

Hear the cause.

There lived for some good eating, I soon found out; and, my

time in a little house opposite my lodg. fingers once greased (for you are in- ings, an old widow, who was supported dulged with neither knife, fork, nor by an only son, who, I hear, had a situskewer in Turkey), I proved myself as ation in some public office. He was a good a trencherman as my friend. poor sickly attenuated creature; yet

The middle and lower classes of Con- though but half a man, was the sole supstantinople live between these shops and port of his aged mother. the cafés. A dish of kibaubs serves them peared to live happy and comfortable, for dinner, and they drink coffee, which until disease fastened its fangs upon the costs about half a farthing a cup, from He became rapidly worse; and morning till night. We paid for our one morning, while shaving, I noted the mess (which was more than any two closed shutters of the little dwelling, and men could eat at once, unless very hun. the passing to and fro of those pale gry) sixpence.

cadaverous looking men, whose appearWe started again with fresh courage, ance so well bespeaks their calling, deaths in search of the cistern. We soon found running footmen—the heralds of the the old one, which is an immense exca- grave ! The widow's son was dead ! vation, with a roof, supported by five This was enough ; but mark the sequel. hundred granite columns, employed now The prop of her age was gone; she was as a place for twisting silk, and escaping left without the means of subsistence, from its clamorous denizens, who rushed and the next day-ay, the very next up after us to the daylight, begging paras, day, a broker was on the premises, we took one of the boys for a guide, and noting down the contents of the humble soon found the object of our search. tenement. The brutal landlord had

Knocking at the door of a half-ruined distrained for rent. A cart was at the house, in one of the loneliest streets of door — it was filled with furniture an

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hour afterwards, and I saw the poor measured it, with his keen glances, from old broken hearted creature quit the head to foot; regarded it before, behind, neighbourhood, perhaps to seek an asylum and studied its profiles from various in the parish workhouse. Reader, this is points. The venerable Donatello saw not a fiction.

him, and awaited his long and absorbed examination with the flattered pride of

an artist, and the affectionate indulgence THE ST. GEORGE.

of a father. At length, Michael Angelo AN ORIGINAL OUTLINE SKETCH, stopped once more before it, inhaled a BY A QUIET OLD GENTLEMAN. long breath, and broke the profound

silence. “ It wants only one thing,” It stood in the artist's studio : all muttered the gifted boy. Florence came to look at it; all ex- “ Tell me,” cried the successful artist, amined it with curiosity; all admired it what it wants. This is the first censure with eagerness; all pronounced it the which my Saint George has elicited. capo d'opera of Donatello. The whole Can I improve ! Can I alter? Is it in town were in raptures; and lovely ladies, the clay or the marble? Tell me?” as they bent from their carriages to But the critic had disappeared.answer the salutes of dukes and princes, Donatello knew the mighty genius of instead of the common-place frivolities of Michael Angelo. He had beheld the fashion, said, “ Have you seen the new flashes of the sacred fire, and watched statue by Donatello ?"

the development of the “God within Is there an art like that of sculpture? him." Painting is a brilliant illusion-a lovely Diobolo !" cried the old cheat. Sculpture, while it represents a “ Michael Angelo gone to Rome ? and reality, is itself a reality. The pencil not a word of advice about my statue. pours its fervid hues upon perishable The scapegrace! but I shall see him canvass, and they fade with the passing again, or, by the mass, I will follow him air ; but the chisel works in eternal to the eternal city. His opinion is worth marble, and strikes out a creation, im- that of all the world. • But one thing ?' mortal as the globe, and beautiful as the He looked at it again-he listened to the soul.

murmurs of applause which it drew from “ I told thee, Donatello," said Lorenzo, all who beheld it—a placid smile settled “thou wouldst excel all thy rivals.” on his face—but one thing ?' what can

“ Fling by thy chisel, now," cried it be?"another; “thou canst add nothing to Years rolled by. Michael Angelo that.”

remained at Rome, or made exeursions “ I shall cease, hereafter, my devotion to other places, but had not yet returned to the antique,” cried a third.

to Florence. Wherever he had been, “ The power of Phidias !” exclaimed men regarded him as a comet—something one.

fiery - terrible-tremendous — sublime. “ The execution of Praxiteles !” said His fame spread over the globe. What another.

his chisel touched, it hallowed. He You will draw votaries from the spurned the dull clay, and struck his vast Venus,” whispered a soft Italian girl, as and intensely-brilliant conceptions at she turned her melting eyes on the oldman. once from the marble. Michael Angelo

“ The Apollo will hereafter draw his was a name to worship-a spell in the bow unheeded,” cried an artist, whom arts-an honour to Italy—to the world. many thought the best of his day.- What he praised, lived what he con

Among the crowds who flocked to the demned, perished.studio of Donatello, there was a youth As Donatello grew old, his anxiety who had given some promise of excellence. grew more powerful to know what the Many said, that, with intense study, he inspired eyes of the wonderful Buonarotti might one day make his name heard had detected in his great statue.beyond the Alps, and some went so far At length, the immortal Florentine as to hint, that in time he might tread turned his eyes to his native republic, close on his heels, even, of Donatello and, as he reached the summit of the himself; but these were sanguine men, hill which rises on the side of the Porta and great friends of the young man ; Romana, he beheld the magnificent and besides, they spoke at random. They glorious dome, and Campanile shining in called this student Michael Angelo.-- the soft golden radiance of the setting

He had stood a long time, regarding sun, with the broad-topped tower of the it with fixed eyes and folded arms. He Palazzo Vecchio lifted in the yellow walked from one position to another ; light, even as to-day it stands.-

Ah, Death! can no worth ward thee. ward with a loud cry, and couching his Must the inspired artist's eyes be dark, lance, as if at a worthier enemy, thrust his hand motionless, his heart still, and the wounded barbarian through the body, his inventive brain as dull as the clay he and killed him on the spot. A few himodels? Yes, Donatello lies stretched dalgos, and most of the footmen, rewardon his last couch, and the light of life ed this feat of dexterity with a loud cheer; passing from his eyes. Yet, even in that but there were many, who, like the awful hour, his thoughts ran on the neophyte, met the triumphant looks of wishes of his past years, and he sent for the champion, Alvarado, with glances of Buonarotti.

infinite disgust and frowning disdain. His friend came instantly.

As the party approached the neigh“I am going, Michael. My chisel is bourhood of the great temple, they began idle. My vision is dim; but I feel thy to perceive in the streets, groups of men, hand, noble boy, and I hear thy kind who, being altogether unarmed, combreast sob. I glory in thy renown. I monly fled at the first sight of the Chrispredicted it, and I bless my Creator that tians; though, sometimes, they stood I have lived to see it ; but, before I sink aside, with submissive and dejected couninto - the tomb, I charge thee, on thy tenances, as if awaiting any punishment friendship-on thy religion, answer my the Teuetly might choose to inflict upon question truly."

them. But Cortes, reading in this huAs I am a man, I will."

mility the proofs.of penitenee, or willing “ Then tell me, without equivocation, to suppose that these men had not shared what is it that my Saint George wants ?" in the hostilities of the day, commanded

The gift of speech," was the reply.- bis followers not to attack them; and

A gleam of sunshine fell across the old thus restrained, they rode slowly and man's face.

cautiously onward, their fury gradually The smile lingered on his lips long abating, and the fears which had been after he lay cold as the marble upon excited by the late assault, giving place which he had so often stamped the con- to the hope, that it indicated no general ceptions of his genius.

spirit, and no deep-laid plan, of insurThe statue remains—the admiration rection. of posterity ; and adorns the exterior of “ The groups of Mexicans increased, the Cheiesa d' Or Sun Micheles.

both in numbers and frequency, as the

Christians proceeded, but still they beNOTICE OF NEW BOOKS. trayed no disposition to make use of the

arms, which were sometimes seen in CALAVAR, or the Knight of the Conquest. their hands; and the Spaniards, reguA Romance of Mexico. 2 vols. 12mo. lating their own conduct by that of the We have obtained an early copy of this barbarians, rode onward with so pacific interesting Historical Romance, from an air, that a stranger, arriving that Messrs. Carey and Lea, of Philadelphia. moment in the city, might have deemed It is from the pen of Dr. Bird, the author them associated together on the most of several dramatic pieces of repute in his friendly terms, and proceeding in comown country. The subject is the Con- pany, to take part in some general quest of Mexico by Cortes and the festivity. Nevertheless, the same stranger Spaniards; and the leading incident of would have quickly observed, that these the extract we make, is one of the last friends, besides keeping as far separated desperate but hopeless struggles of the as the streets would allow, and even, Mexicans, against their terrible invaders. where that was possible, removing from

“ The same solitude, which had co- each other's presence entirely, eyed each vered the city the preceding evening, other, at times, with looks of jealousy, now seemed again to invest it. Corses which became more marked as the Mexiwere here and there strewn in the street, cans grew more numerous. In truth, as of fugitives dying in their flight; and the feelings which had so quickly passed once a wounded man was seen staggering from rage to tranquillity, were now in blindly along, as if wholly insensible to danger of another revulsion; and many the approach of his foes. The sight of an eye was riveted on the countenance this solitary wretch did more to disarm of the general, as if to read a confirmation the fury of Don Amador, than did the of the common anxiety, as, ever and anon, spectacle of thousands lying dead on the it turned from the prospect of multitudes square; and certain grievous reflections, in front, to the spectacle of crowds gasuch as sometimes assailed him, after a thering, at a distance, on the rear. battle, were beginning to intrude upon ". All that is needful,' whispered, his mind, when a cavalier, darting for- rather than spoke, Don Hernan, though The great

his words were caught by every ear, is nor bar gave security to the sanctity of to trust in God, and our sharp spears. the interior. There is, doubtless, some idolatrous rite “ Notwithstanding the fears of the about to be enacted in the temple, which general, he beheld no Mexicans lurking draws these varlets thitherward; and the among the terraces, or peering from the gratitude with which they remember our windows, but his anxiety was not the exploits of this morning, will account less goading for that reason ; for having for their present hang-dog looks. If now drawn nigh to the great square, it they mean any treachery, such as a decoy seemed to him that he had, at last, thrust and ambuscado, why, by my conscience! himself into that part of the city, where we must e'en allow them their humour, all the multitudes of Tenochtitlan were and punish them when 'tis made manifest. assembled to meet him, and whether I counsel my friends to be of good heart; for purposes of pacification or vengeance, for, I think, the dogs have had fighting he dared not inquire. enough to-day. Nevertheless, I will not “ The appearance of things, as the quarrel with any man, who keeps his party issued upon the square, and faced hands in readiness, and puts his eyes and the House of Skulls, was indeed menacears to their proper uses.'

ing. That enormous pyramid, which “ As if to set them an example, Don Don Amador had surveyed, with awe, in Hernan now began to look about him the gloom of evening, was now concealed with redoubled vigilance; and it was under a more impressive veil ;-it was remarked that he passed no house, with- invested and darkened by a cloud of out eyeing its terrace keenly and stead- human beings, which surged over its fastly, as if dreading more to discover an vast summit, and rolled along its huge enemy in such places than in the street. sides like a living storm. This was, in fact, a situation from which court that surrounded it, was also filled an enemy might annoy the Spaniards with barbarians ; for though the Coatewith the greatest advantage, and at the pantli, or Wall of Serpents, with its monleast possible risk.

strous battlements and gloomy towers, 66 The houses of this quarter were concealed them from the eye, there came evidently inhabited by the rich, perhaps such a hum of voices from behind, as by the nobles of Mexico. They were of could not have been produced alone, even solid stone, spacious, and frequently of by the myriads that covered the temple. two floors, lofty, and their terraces In addition to these, the great square crowned with battlements and turrets. itself was alive with Mexicans; and the Each stood separated from its neighbour sudden sight of them brought a thrill of by a little garden or alley, and sometimes alarm into the heart of the bravest by a narrow canal, which crossed the cavalier. great street, and was furnished with a “ The people of Tenochtitlan, thus, as strong wooden bridge, of such width it were, hunted by their invaders, even that five horsemen could pass it at a time. to their sanctuaries, turned upon them Often, too, the dwelling of some man of with frowns, yet parted away from before power stood so far back, as to allow the them in deep silence. Nevertheless, at canal to be carried quite round it, with- this spectacle, the Christians came to out infringing upon the street; but an immediate stand, in doubt whether more frequently it was fronted only with to entangle themselves farther, or to take a little bed of flowers. The stones of counsel of their fears, and retreat, withwhich such structures were composed out delay, to their quarters. While were often sculptured into rude reliefs, they stood yet hesitating, and in some representing huge serpents, which twined confusion, suddenly, and with a tone that in a fantastic and frightful manner about pierced to their inmost souls, there came the windows and doors, as if to protect a horrid shriek from the top of the them from the invasion of robbers. pyramid ; and fifty Castilian voices exIndeed, these were almost the only de- claimed, “A sacrifice! a human sacrifice ! fences; for the green bulrush lying and under the cross of Christ, that we across the threshold, could deter none raised on the temple !' but a Mexican from entering; and, per- • The place of God is defiled by the haps, none but a barbarian would have rites of hell ! cried Cortes, furiously, seen, in the string of cacao berries, or his apprehensions vanishing, at once, little vessels of earthenware, hanging at before his fanaticism. * Set on, and the door, the bell to announce his visita- avenge! Couch your lances, draw your tion. A curtain commonly hung flap- swords, and if any resist, call on God, ping at the entrance; but neither plank and slay! So saying, he drew his sword, tious

spurred his dun steed, and rushed toward the Spaniards. Before these had yet the temple.

time to express their wonder at the pre“ The half-naked herds fled, yelling, sence of such peaceful music amidst a away from the infuriated Christian, scene of war and sacrifice, the crowd opening him a free path to the walls; slowly parted asunder, and they plainly and had that fearful cry been repeated, beheld (for the Mexicans had opened a there is no doubt he would have led his wide vista to the principal gate), a pro. followers even within the Coatepantli, cession, seemingly of little children, clad though at the risk of irretrievable and in white garments, waving pots of incense, universal destruction. Before, however, conducted by priests, in gowns of black he had yet reached the wall, he had and flame colour, and headed by musicians time for reflection; and, though greatly and men bearing little flags, issue from excited, he could no longer conceal from the throng, and bend their steps toward himself the consequences of provoking the savage portal.

In the centre of the the pagans at their very temple, and train, on a sort of litter, very rich and during the worship of their god. He gorgeous, borne on men's shoulders, and was, at this moment, well befriended, sheltered by a royal canopy of green and and numerously, indeed; but at a dis- crimson feathers, stood a figure, which tance from the garrison, without cannon, might have been some maiden princess, and almost without musketry, surround- arrayed for the festival, or, as she seemed ed by enemies whom the eye could not to one or two of the more super number, and who had not feared to assail Castilians, some fiendish goddess, conhim, even when fortified in a situation jured up by the diabolical arts of the almost impregnable, and assisted by three priests, to add the inspiration of her pretimes his present force, as well as several sence to the wild fury of her adorers. thousand bold Tlascalans; and in addition She stood erect, her body concealed in to all these disadvantages, there came long flowing vestments of white, on which neither such sound of trumpet, nor such were embroidered serpents, of some green distant commotion among the Indians, material ; in her hand she held a rod, as might admonish him of the approach imitative of the same reptile; and on of Sandoval.

her forehead was a coronet of feathers, He checked his horse, and waving surrounding what seemed a knot of little to his followers to halt, again cast his snakes, writhing round a star, or sun, of eyes around on the multitude, as if to burnished gold. determine in what manner to begin his “ As this fair apparition was carried retreat, for he felt that this measure through their ranks, between the great could be no longer delayed. The Mexi- wall and the House of Skulls, the cans gazed upon him with angry visages, Mexicans were seen to throw themselves but still in silence. Not an arm was reverently on the earth, as if to a divinity; yet raised; and they seemed prepared to and those that stood most remote, no give him passage, whichever way he sooner beheld her than they bowed their might choose to direct his course. heads with the deepest humility.

“ While hesitating an instant, Don Meanwhile, the Spaniards gazed on Hernan perceived a stir among the with both admiration and wonder, until crowds, close under the Wall of Serpents, the train had reached the open portal ; at accompanied by a low but general which place, and just as she was about to murmur of voices; and immediately the be concealed from them for ever, the eyes of the pagans were turned from him divinity, priestess, or princess, whichever toward the Coatepantli, as if to catch a she was, turned her body slowly round, view of some sight still more attractive and revealed to them a face of a paler hue and important. His first thought was, than any they had yet seen in the new that these movements indicated the sud- world, and, as they afterward affirmed, den presence of Sandoval and his party; of the most incomparable and ravishing a conceit that was, however, immediately beauty. At this sight, all uttered exclaput to flight by the events which ensued. mations of surprise, which were carried

“ The murmurs of the multitude were to the ears of the vision : but Don soon stilled, and the pagans that covered Almador de Leste, fetching a cry that the pyramid were seen to cast their eyes thrilled through the hearts of all, broke earnestly down to the square, as the sound from the ranks, as if beset by some sudof many flutes, and other soft wind-in- den demon, and dashed madly toward the struments, rose on the air, and crept, apparition. not unmusically, along the Wall of « Before the Spaniards could recover Serpents, and thence to the ears of from their astonishment, the members of

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