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BY NATHANIEL P. WILLIS.

room was empty, both pedlar and pack Attilio was never astonished at any had vanished!

thing his master did or said. He simply For the satisfaction of the unimagina- answered “Si Signore.” tive, we must add a few words by way “ Be so kind as to strip immediately, of sequel. Walter discovered the trea- and dress yourself in that travelling suit sure to the Baron, and was munificently lying on the sofa." rewarded. Master Skelton lost his wits, As the green, gold - corded jacket, and died a few months afterwards; and knee-breeches, buckles and stockings his daughter, no longer controlled by were laid aside, Count Anatole threw her avaricious father, blessed the happy off his dressing-gown, and commenced Walter with her hand. Dame Beveridge encasing his handsome proportions in lived to see her son a wealthy Franklin, the cast-off habiliments. He then put and often told to her grand-children the on the conical, slouch-rimmed hat, with story, how the mischievous Puck, in re- the tall eagle's feather stuck jauntily on venge for her unjust suspicions, had turned the side and the two rich tassels pendant all her cream sour, emptied the rennet-tub over his left eye, and the toilet of the into a jar of new honey, and danced a valet being completed at the same pavise in a bowl of furmety!

moment, they stood looking at March, 1835.

A. A. A. another with perfect gravity, rather trans

formed, but each apparently quite at

home in his new character. LOVE AND DIPLOMACY.

“ You look very like a gentleman, Attilio," said the count.

“ Your excellency has caught, to ad“ Pray pardon me,

miration, l'aria del paese," complimented For I am like a boy that hath found money, back again the sometime Tyrolese. Afraid I dream still.”-Ford or Webster.

“ Attilio !” It was on a fine September evening, Signore?” within my time (and I am not, I trust, Do you remember the lady in the too old to be loved), that Count Anatole forest of Friuli ?” L-, of the impertinent and par- Attilio began to have a glimmering of ticularly useless profession of attaché, things. Some three months before, the walked up and down before the glass in count was dashing on at a rapid post-pace, his rooms at the “ Archduke Charles," through a deep wood in the mountains the first hotel, as you know if you have which head in the Adriatic. A sudden travelled, in the green-belted and fair pull-up at a turning in the road nearly city of Vienna.

The brass ring was threw him from his britska, and looking still swinging on the end of the bell-rope, out at the “anima di porco !of the and, in a respectful attitude at the door, postilion, he found his way impeded by stood the just summoned Signor Attilio, an overset carriage, from which three or valet and privy counsellor to one of the four servants were endeavouring to extract handsomest coxcombs errant through the body of an old man, killed by the the world. Signor Attilio was a Tyrolese, accident. and, like his master, was very handsome. There was more attractive metal for

Count Anatole had been idling away the traveller, however, in the shape of a three golden summer months in the young and beautiful woman, leaning, Tyrol, for the sole purpose, as far as pale and faint, against a tree, and apmortal eyes could see, of disguising his parently about to sink to the ground fine Phidian features in a callow mous- unassisted. To bring a hat full of water tache and whiskers. The crines ridentes from the nearest brook, and receive her (as Eneas Silvius has it) being now in falling head on his shoulder, was the à condition beyond improvement, Signor work of a thought. She had fainted Attilio had for some days been rather quite away, and taking her, like a child, curious to know what course of events into his arms, he placed her on a bank would next occupy the diplomatic talents by the road-side, bathed her forehead and of his master.

lips, and chafed her small white hands, After a turn or two more, taken in till his heart, with all the distress of the silence, Count Anatole stopped in the scene, was quite mad with her perfect middle of the floor, and eyeing the well- beauty. made Tyrolese from head to foot, begged Animation at last began to return; to know if he wore at the present moment and as the flush was stealing into her his most becoming breeches, jacket and lips, another carriage drove up with serbeaver.

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Anatole, throughly bewildered in his lamp was sending up from its porphyry new dream, mechanically assisted them pedestal a thin and just perceptible curl in getting their living mistress and dead of smoke, through which the lady musingmaster into it, and until they were fairly ly passed backward and forward one of out of sight, it had never occurred to him her slender fingers, and, on a table near, that he might possibly wish to know the lay a sheet of black-edged paper, crossed name and condition of the fairest piece by a small silver pen, and scrawled over of work he had ever seen from the hand rregularly with devices and disconnected of his maker.

words, the work evidently of a fit of the An hour before, he had doubled his most absolute and listless idleness. buono mano to the postilion, and was The door opened, and a servant in driving on to Vienna, as if to sit at a mourning livery stood before the lady. new congress. Now, he stood leaning 6 I have thought over your request, against the tree, at the foot of which the Wilhelm,” she said; “I had become grass and wild flowers shewed the print accustomed to your services, and regret of a new-made pressure, and the postilion to lose you; but I should regret more to cracked his whip, and Attilio reminded stand in the way of your interest. You him of the hour he was losing, in vain. have my permission.”

He remounted after a while; but the Wilhelm expressed his thanks with an order was to go back to the last post- effort that shewed he had not obeyed the house.

call of Mammon without regret, and reThree or four months' at a solitary quested leave to introduce the person he albergo in the neighbourhood of this had proposed as his successor. adventure, passed by the count in scour- “Of what country is he?" ing the country on horseback in every Tyrolese, your excellency.” direction, and by his servant in very “And why does he leave the gentle. particular ennui, bring up the story man with whom he came to Vienna?" nearly to where the scene opens.

Il est amoureux d'une Viennaise, ma“I have seen her!” said the count. dame," answered the ex-valet, resorting Attilio only lifted up his eyebrows. to French to express what he considered

“She is here, in the neighbourhood of a delicate circumstance. Vienna!”.

Puuvre enfant !said the princess, Felice lei!murmured Attilio. with a sigh that partook as much of envy

“ She is the Princess Leichstenfels, as of pity; " let him come in!” and, by the death of that old man, a And the Count Anatole, as the sweet widow."

accents reached his ear, stepped over the “ Veramente !" responded the valet, threshold, and in the coarse but gay dress with a rising

inflexion ; for he knew his of the Tyrol, stood in the presence of her master and French morals too well not whose dewy temples he had bathed to foresee a damper in the possibility of in the forest, whose lips he had almost matrimony.

“pryed into for breath," whose snowy “ Veramente!" gravely echoed the count. hands he had chafed and kissed when the " And

now, listen. The princess lives senses had deserted their celestial organs in close retirement. An old friend or --the angel of his perpetual dream, the two, and a tried servant, are the only lady of his wild and uncontrollable, but persons who see her. You are to con respectful and honourable love. trive to see this servant to-morrow, cor- The princess looked carelessly up as rupt him to leave her, and recommend he approached, but her eyes seemed me in his place, and then you are to take arrested in passing over his features. It him as your courier to Paris: whence, if was but momentary. She resumed her I calculate well, you will return to me occupation of winding her taper fingers before long, with important despatches in the smoke curls of the incense-lamp, Do you understand me?"

and with half a sigh, as if she had repelled Signor, si !"

a pleasing thought, she leaned back in In the small boudoir of a maison de the silken fauteuil, and asked the newplaisance, belonging to the noble family comer his name. of Leichstenfels, sat the widowed mis, Anatole, your excellency.” treşs of one of the oldest titles and finest The voice again seemed to stir someestates of Austria. The light from a thing in memory. She passed her single long window opening down to the hand over her eyes, and was for a moment floor, and leading out upon a terrace of lost in thought. flowers, was subdued by a heavy crimson “ Anatole,” she said, (oh, how the curtain, looped partially away, a pastil sound of his own name, murmured in

that voice of music, thrilled through the her chair, and gave him, with some selffiery veins of the disguised lover!), denial, those frequent permissions of “Anatole, I receive you into my service. absence from the palace which she supWilhelm will inform you of your duties, posed he asked to prosecute the amour and—I have a fancy for the dress of the disclosed to her on his introduction to Tyrol-you may wear it instead of my her service. As time flew on, she atlivery, if you will.”

tributed his earnestness and occasional And with one stolen and warm gaze warmth of manner to gratitude; and, from under his drooping eyelids, and without reasoning much on her own heart and lips on fire, as he thanked her feelings, gave herself up to the indulgence for her condescension, the new retainer of a degree of interest in him which took his leave.

would have alarmed a woman more skillMonth after month passed on-oto ed in the knowledge of the heart. Count Anatole in a bewildering dream Married from a convent, however, to an of ever-deepening passion. It was upon old man who had secluded her from the a soft and amorous morning of April world, the voice of the passionate count that a dashing equipage stood at the door in the forest of Friuli was the first sound of the proud palace of Leichstenfels. The of love that had ever entered her ears. arms of Esterhazy blazed on the panels, She knew.not why it was that the tones and the insouciants chasseurs leaned of her new footman, and now and then against the marble columns of the portico, a look of his eyes, as he leaned over to waiting for their master, and speculating assist her at table, troubled her memory on the gaiety likely to issue from the suit like a trace of a long lost dream. he was prosecuting within. How could But, oh! what moments had been his a prince of Esterhazy be supposed to sue in these fleeting months! Admitted to in vain?

her presence in her most unguarded The disguised footman had shewn the hours seeing her at morning, at noon, gay and handsome nobleman to his mis- at night, in all her unstudied and tress's presence. After re-arranging a surpassing loveliness—for ever near her, family of very well-arranged flower-pots, and with the world shut out-her rich shutting the window to open it again, hair blowing with the lightest breeze changing the folds of the curtains not at across his fingers in his assiduous service all for the better, and looking a stolen –her dark, full eyes, unconscious of an and fierce look at the unconscious visitor, observer, filling with unrepressed tears, he could find no longer an apology for or glowing with pleasure over some tale remaining in the room. He shut the of love-her exquisite form flung upon a door after him in a tempest of jealousy. couch, or bending over flowers, or moving

“ Did your excellency ring ?” said he, about the room in all its native and unopening the door again, after a few trammelled grace—and her voice, tender, minutes of intolerable torture.

and most tender to him, though she The prince was on his knees at her knew it not, and her eyes, herself unfeet!

aware, ever following him in his loitering “No, Anatole ; but you may bring attendance--and he, the while, losing me a glass of water."

never a glance or a motion, but treasuring As he entered with the silver tray all up in his heart with the avarice of a trembling in his hand, the prince was miser--what, in common life, though it rising to go. His face expressed delight, were the life of fortune's most favoured hope, triumph-every thing that could child, could compare with it for bliss ! madden the soul of the irritated lover. Pale and agitated, the count turned After waiting on his rival to his carriage, back at the call of his mistress, and stood he returned to his mistress, and receive waiting her pleasure. ing the glass upon the tray, was about “ Anatole !" leaving the room in silence, when the “ Madame !" princess called to him.

The answer was so low and deep, it In all this lapse of time it is not to be startled even himself. supposed that Count Anatole played She motioned to him to come nearer. merely his footman's part. His respect. She had sunk upon the sofa, and as he ful and elegant demeanour, the propriety stood at her feet she leaned forward, of his language, and that deep devoted- buried her hands and arms in the long ness of manner which wins a woman curls which, in her retirement, she allowed more than all things else, soon gained to float luxuriantly over her shoulders, upon the confidence of the princess; and and sobbed aloud. Overcome and forbefore a week was past she found that getful of all but the distress of the lovely she was happier when he stood behind creature before him, the count dropped

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upon the cushion on which rested the outspread; and haughty nobles and their small foot in its mourning slipper, and haughtier dames, statesmen, scholars, taking her hand, pressed it suddenly and soldiers, and priests, crowded upon each fervently to his lips.

other's heels, and mixed together in that The reality broke upon her! She was doubtful podrida, which goes by the beloved—but by whom ? A menial! name of pleasure. I could moralize bere and the appalling answer drove all the had I time! blood of her proud race in a torrent upon The princess of Leichstenfels had gone her heart, sweeping away all affection as through the ceremony of presentation, if her nature had never known its name. and had heard the murmur of admiration Shé sprang to her feet, and laid her hand drawn by beauty from all lips, and dizzy upon the bell.

with the scene, and with a bosom full of “Madame!” said Anatole, in a cold, painful and conflicting emotions, she had proud tone.

accepted the proffered arm of prince She staid her arm to listen.

Esterhazy to breath a fresher air upon, “ I leave you for ever.”

the terrace. They stood near a window,, And again, with the quick revulsion of and he was pointing out to his fair but youth and passion, her woman's heart inattentive companion the various charac-, rose within her, and she buried her face ters as they passed within. in her hands, and dropped her head in “I must contrive,” said the prince, utter abandonment on his bosom. “to shew you the new envoy. Oh! you

It was the birthday of the emperor, have not heard of him. "Beautiful as and the courtly nobles of Austria were Narcissus, modest as Pastor Corydon, rolling out from the capital to offer their clever as the prime minister himself, this congratulations at the royal palace of paragon of diplomatists has been here in Schoenbrunn. In addition to the usual disguise these three months, negotiating attractions of the scene, the drawing- about-Metternich and the deuce know room was to be graced by the first public what-but rewarded at last with an am-, appearance of a new French ambassador, bassador's star, and—but here he is; whose reputed personal beauty, and the Princess Leichstenfels, permit me talents he had displayed in a late secret present—" negotiation, had set the whole court, She heard no more. A glance from from the queen of Hungary to the the diamond-star on his breast to the youngest dame d'honneur, in a flame of Hephæstion mouth and keen dark eye curiosity.

of Count Anatole revealed to her the To the prince Esterhazy there was mystery of months. And as she leaned another reason for writing the day in red against the window for support, the hand letters. The princess Leichstenfels, by that sustained her in the forest of Friuli, an express message from the empress, and the same thrilling voice, in almost was to throw aside her widow's weeds, the same never-forgotten cadence, offered and appear once more to the admiring his impassioned sympathy and aid, and world. She had yielded to the summons, she recognised and remembered all. but it was to be her last day of splendour. I must go back so far as to inform you Her heart and hand were plighted to her that Count Anatole, on the morning of Tyrolese menial; and the brightest and this memorable day, had sacrificed a silky, loveliest ornament of the court of Austria, but prurient moustache, and a pair of the when the ceremonies of the day were very sauciest dark whiskers out of over, was to lay aside the costly bauble Coventry. Whether the Prince Ester. from her shoulder, and the glistening hazy recognized in the new envoy, the tiara from her brow, and forget rank lady's gentleman who so inopportunely and fortune as the wife of his bosom ! broke in upon his tender avowal, I am

The dazzling hours flew on. The not prepared to say. I only know (for plain and kind old emperor welcomed I was there) that the Princess Leichand smiled upon all. The wily Metter- tenfels was wedded to the new ambassador nich, in the prime of his successful man- in the " leafy month of June," and the hood, cool, polite, handsome, and win- Prince Esterhazy, unfortunately prening, gathered golden opinions by every vented by illness from attending the word and look; the young duke of nuptials, lost a very handsome opportuReichstadt, the mild and gentle son of nity of singing with effect, the struck eagle of St. Helena, surround

“ If she be not fair for me," ed and caressed by a continual cordon of admiring women, seemed forgetful that supposing it translated into German. Opportunity and Expectation awaited Whether the enamoured ambassadress him, like two angels with their wings prefers her husband in his new character,

I am equally uncertain; though, from the natives; Indian corn, plantains, and mueh knowledge of German courts and a bananas. The natives cannot comprehend little of human nature, I think she will the percussion gun; and, one day, when be happy if at some future day she would I made an excursion about twenty miles not willingly exchange her proud envoy up the river, when they saw me shoot for the devoted Tyrolese, and does not birds flying, they almost fell into fits ; sigh that she can no more bring him to some shook hands with me; others took her feet with a pull of a silken string. me in their arms, and hugged me, swear

ing vehemently, that I passed all while. THE NATIVES OF CALABAR. man, and black man too. My spectacles,

too, pose them not a little.

This is the (Extract from a letter, dated Old Cala- rainy season; from June until October bar, Sept. 13, 1834).

is wet : then come the smokes, lasting till The natives are in some degree civi- the end of January; then the very hot lized, from their constant traffic with weather; with occasional tornados, in Europeans; but retain many of their April and May. This is the most sickly old customs and superstitions. When a time with the natives; the smokes are the man is sick, they kill goats and fowls, most unhealthy for us. and tie them to stakes opposite the door, as propitiatory sacrifices : when he dies, NOTHING LIKE IT! they keep firing guns for several days, and kill a number of slaves, according to FROM a new American novel entitled his rank; they dance, and play upon The Down Easter," we take the followsmall drums, bells, and all kinds of dis- ing ludicrous scene, on board a steam cordant instruments, and get drunk on boat. The principal character is a fellow membo, a kind of acid juice which exudes whose puffing beats Rowland and Mofrom wounds made in the bamboo. They rison, to use a yankee phrase, “all to have a caste among them which they call immortal smash. If it be not an inEbo-men, who perform some ceremonies vention of the novelist, we promise the for the sick and dead, dressed up in a Yankee Quack an ample fortune if he most grotesque manner. They circum- will come here and do the office of adcise, are polygamists, and abstain from vertiser to the aforesaid worthies. certain kinds of food; but they have no “ One of the boxes had pitched over form of worship-are great thieves, and upon a black fellow below, who cleared very treacherous. There are a few white himself with a spring and a howl, and negroes, or Albinos, to be seen among began leaping about the deck with his them; but these are a disgusting-looking foot in his hand, his enormous mouth as and despised variety.

wide open as it would stretch, and the In one of my rambles, a few days ago, tears running down bis cheeksI called upon an old King, who lives a “ There now! and away bounced few miles in the country. I was hos- the Yankee to his relief; catching him pitably treated, but with much ceremony. up in his arms as if he had been a child,

The dinner was composed principally of scolding him heartily all the time : and the flesh of the elephant (which is coarse laying him out over the bales of goods, and strong), yams, palm-oil, salt, and without appearing to see the strange pepper. I asked where they got the faces that gathered about him, or to care elephant; and they said, about eight a fig for their profound astonishment, he days' journey (or 160 miles) in the in- began pulling and hauling the leg about, terior. When the old fellow took a now this way, now that, and wrenching tumbler of palm wine, an attendant the foot first one way and then another, struck a curiously-shaped bell all the as if he would twist it off, while the time he was drinking. They eat mon- sufferer lay grinding his teeth and utterkeys, antelopes, deer, wild boars, goats, ing an occasional boo-hoo !-boo-hoo! and sheep, and a kind of small cow, which “ Boo-hoo !-boo-hoo ! - cried the they never milk. I have often advised Yankee, who had now satisfied himself them to use milk, but they are too lazy as to the state of the case. What's the to look after the cattle: there are no use o' boo-hooin, I tell ye! * * what horses. Several snakes have got up the are ye afeard on? Got the stuff 'll cure cable, and been taken on the deck. There ye, if ye'd jammed your leg off-take the are lizards of all colours, and in great bruise right out by the roots look here ! abundance; and the camelion is some- whipping out a large box, with a leadtimes met with. The products of the coloured pigment, blue pill or opodeldoc soil are-yams; a root called konky by perhaps, or perhaps the scraping of a

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