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chamber like the Blossoms of the heliotrope, Jakob made his 3901) THE PASIEKA; OR, BEE PARM.

way to the office to confer with Grzegorz, touching heifers in goist (Concluded from our last.).

added to his herds, and lambs sold from his flocks, and yean. MEANWHILE, a scene of very different import was pass. ling calves, and tenders from the Jewish Woolstaplers of ing in the farm. Instead of, fording the brook where his Rosienie for the fleeces of his last shearing. But although Ørland-boya were watching for him, while the light-hearted a man of humane and patient nature, it moved him almost Ludwyk busied himself in snaring cray-fish, as a tribute to to irritation that every reply elicited by his interrogations the well-ktiown predilections of Aunt Anulka, Jakob 'had was connected remotely or immediately with the name of taken the path to Zwieta which led him longest through the young stranger. Master Ludwyk had counselled this, its thriving pastures. Even while his daughter wept be -Master Ludwyk had counselled that'; and above all, neatb the lime tree of the bleaching-ground, he dismounted Master Ludwyk had delivered certain criticisms upon the from bis horse at the gate ; and, surprising his good house ill-economy of the Pasiekage-poor Jakob's pet department wife in the bustest' of her labours, clasped her heartily in his in his farm of Zwieta. arms and saluted her on either cheek.

" I was about to ask the good master's permission," in. ** Y' need not ask if all be well,” cried he, clasping his sinuated Grzegorz, with whom Ludwyk was a first favourite worthy Jakubowa by the hand. “ Those happy looks are

and unimpugnable authority,"to root away the unprofitas good as a gazette of the doings of Zwieta. I read them able hedge of roses with which the Bee Garden is fenced ; at'a glance. My boy and girls are well,—my sister is well : and substitute in its stead an espalier of gooseberry bushes.

the knaves are diligent,the crops thriving,—the bees There is stock of gooseberry plants to be begged or bought prospering, and my furmenty brewing on the stove."

at the physic garden of Rosienie; and Master Ludwyk pro« All, áll, and more !” çried the comely Jakubowa, fling tests that a damask rose, however sweet of perfume, holde ing aside ber apron of service, and smoothing back her its honey too deeply guarded from the seeking of the bees; flaxen tresses, while she smiled archly into her husband's fact * We have a stranger among us, Jakob ; a likely --whereas—’tis plain as the hand of my body,--that the youth, who at our first meeting won to my very heart to

flower of the gooseberry--the earliest of the spring, yields welcome him to the farm, by slaying the largest wood-snake ever seen at Zwieta, (its skin hangs in the granary !) upon

“ Boh !Away with these fancies of bookmakers!" cried which the disobedient urchin Janek had incantiously set his the farmer. “Have I coined money, as it were, for twenty

years past from my Pszczocolarnia, to be lessoned in my old ** That was a thing of no good omen !" said the farmer, age by a meddling, ignorant boy ? This Ludwyk may be gravely. “But how call you the youth,—and whence a clever lad ; but let him exercise his wits elsewhere than comes he and what does he in Samogitia ?"

in the homestead of Zwieta !"

sikarir! He is named Ludwyk," replied Jakubowa, smiling A cloud upon the brow of Jakob was a thing as transistill more arehly than before ; "and unless I am much mis- tory as the snow-flake which for a moment chills the bright e. taken we shall one day have to call him-son-in-law !" and leaping waters of some gladsome stream. The round

“Aha!"--cried Jakob, still more gravely. “I hope of the farm, where all was in neatest trim and happiest pro that notion has not gained ground in the family ?" Dzi-gress, restored him to his usual complacency. And when dzilia is s mere child ; and unfit to go forth from her mo- he had been seated for ten minutes on his favourite bench

beside the bee-house, and made his usual signals, and found * And what was her mother, think you, when she went his winged favourites slowly recognising their master, deforth from the roof of her parents, to become wife to Jakob serting the beds of centaury, savoury, and lemon-thyme, to' Bremgliez ? A year and four months younger,-if there be settle upon the sleeve of his zupan, there was not in the truth in the world !**

whole province of Samogitia a more contented man than « Nevertheless , my Jozefa displayed such early sagenese the farm, Janek and Benisia, clinging to his knees, re.

Bremglicz, the bee-farmer. Even when, on his return to and discretion." Not more

proached him amid all their kisses for having abandoned more so than our own good girl !"

the ford-road, and he beheld the tall, easy, smiling stranger "I then, at least, evinced such steady prudence, and skill who had borne them company standing familiarly by his. of culture.craft, and"

hearthstone, his anger was so far froin regaining ascendency Not more so, I warrant him, than our gallant Lud., in his mind, that he extended both hands towards the in.

vader of the Pasieka, with the habitual hospitality of a "Well, well; -give not too rapid credence to the merits Zmujdzin. They looked steadily each in the other's faces of a stranger. U Every new Soloducha kettle has a gloss of for a minute's space, and the recognisance was mutually its own that wears off after nearer service. We must know satisfactory. The fine, open, guileless, manly face of the mozel of a lad than that he can bruise the head of a wood- farmer bespoke the confidence of his guest; the noble brow, snake, ere we give him our daughter. And now, my wo

and finely expressive mouth of the stranger overthrew all man, a cup of Anulka's balmy Wisnink, for I thirst after the growing prejudices of Jakob Breniglicz. mg sultry șide ; and must take a passing peep at the Psz “ Where is my girl - and where my good Marysia," czolarnia, stable and granary, pen, sty, and cote, ere we cried he, relinquishing the young man's hand, as his family settle down for our evening love-meal; to hear and say, all circle gathered busily around them. But though Ludwyk, that has been said and done since last we parted."

would fain have reiterated the inquiry of." Where is my *And having summoned the kind sister to bear her share Dzidzilia ?"-he was discreet enough to draw aside, that he in the joy of his return, and taking from her hands a spark might not overhear the teply of the partial mother, whose

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“ All ready?" inquired the farmer, looking round, and

frank-heartedness on the matter of his unacknowledged | implements of housewifery, bearing on its silver lid the it. affection for her daughter, had already brought him, more tials of his wife ;-a newly published compendium of dome than once, to shame.

tic economy, a tribute for Anulka"; a chaplet of Swedish « The girl hangs back !" whispered Jakubowa laying coral, from the blessed shrine of Czenstohova, for his el? her soft round hand on her husband's shoulder, “ fearing, Marysia ; and, for his pretty Dzidzitia," a rich forehead. perhaps, that the heightened bloom upon her cheek and the plating, with its chain of pearls and gold. brightened glance within her eyes would reveal her secret “It might fit a bride !" whispered Jakubowa, smiling to her father.”

as she appended the costly gift to the fair brow of her child

, But at that moment the door of the inner chamber oprned;

courage, sweetest, and it will grace one yet!" and Dzidzilia, affecting to uphold the tottering steps of the

“And what for us, father ? and what for us?" cried the nurse, but in reality leaning heavily on the old woman for

disappointed children. support, advanced towards her father.

“ You promised me a box of dominos," cried Janek.

“ And me an ebony spindle, and" “ How is this ?” whispered Jakob drawing his wife

“ Peace-peace--peace !” cried Jakob in pretended anger aside. “ Talk you of colonr heightened, or of glances “Think you I ride backward and forward between Zwiets brightened ? --I see nothing but a forced and ghastly smile and the lint-market of Wilna, for no better purpose the úpon her sweet face ; and her braided hair, howbeit, as lintwhite as your own, shows dark beside the whiteness of her brats ?-Go to ! I have brought you that which is lighter

to make myself pedlar and packman to a tribe of craving cheeks !"

of porterage." “Mere maiden fear!" replied Jakubowa, too happy and “What—what?" exclaimed the eager boy. too innocent for idle apprehensions of evil. " The girl is

“ A tale, by word of mouth." fearful that the father she loves may think lightly of the “A tale!" reiterated the disappointed Benisia. * Ale! lover she loves. Tut, Jakob_man !-is it so long since Anulka will spin us tales from now to Hallowmns, without you were yourself a suitor, that you forget the fitting of travelling to Wilna in search of them." these gossamer clouds ?_Tut, Jakob! Pledge the poor lad “Since we can have nought else,” interrupted Jamek, in a draught of hydromel';—and you will bring a blush to let us rest content with that. My father is not apt to be the cheek of your child as bright and deep as ever you a teller of tales : his story should needs be something m. brought to the cheeks of her mother.”

common.” And tapping him fondly on the shoulder, the goodwife

“ 'Tis "some whim-wham of new forms of husbandrs," went forth to preside over the final seasoning of the furmenty, said Aunt Anulka, contemptuously, and aid sister Anulka in the serving and disposing of the

« No!" festal supper-table.

“ 'Tis some harangue upon the fashions introduced at The toils of the day were over. Every Kmiec of Zwieta, Wilna, by the new governor, and his lady,” cried Jako

bowa. rejoicing in the return of his master, had appeared on the threshold of the door, to speak a heartful salutation, and

“ Wrong, again !" win a word of kindness in return. The huge watch-dogs “ 'Tis a tale of knights and giants !" said the boy. , of the Pasieka were dozing by the kitchen-fire till the hour “ "Tis a tale of saints and angels !” added the little girl

. of human rest should render their vigilance availing. The “ 'Tis a legend of the household gods !" muttered Nae murmur of the Bee Garden was at rest; and a heavy dew, ruchna. steeping the downy leaves of the lavender, rosemary, and “No!" replied Jakob, chuckling as he marked the flu spikenard bushes, refreshed the beds of thyme and basil for gerness his mystery had created. “To all and each ho! their mellifluous incense of the morrow. The casements of 'Tis a tale that illustrates the barbarity of our enemies of the chamber, wherein sat the family of Jakob Bremglicz at the Wolga ;-and does honour to Polanders and Poland!" their innocent revels, were thrown open that the moon might smile in upon their sports, and the fragrance of the limes,

“ Let us hear it ;-speak-speak-speak !" cried the

voices of all present. honeysuckles, and herbs of the Bee Garden perfume their humble feast.

“First let me put about the flask towards my friend and “ And you have simply and surely brought us nought guest!” cried Jakob, glancing towards Ludwyk, whose eyes from Wilna ?" cried little Janek, nestling closer to his fa were fixed in sympathy and alarm upon the pale and bewilther's chair; when, the bowl of furmenty and other sub- dered face of his Dzidzilia,—who sat between Maruchna stantial dishes being removed, a huge platter of wood straw. and her aunt, shrinking from endurance of her trial in pre berries, yellow-tinged and musky, was set upon the cloth sence of one whom she loved so well, and had so stoutly of Zwieta-spun damask.

promised to forget! “Wait, boy,,wait patiently till the monthly waggon “Drink, Ludwyk!” cried the Dzierzawca: «Health and reaches Rosienie," cried his father; and you shall see horn- happiness to your lady-love !" books, primers, grammars, and what not ; and a mighty rod And the young man mechanically raised the glass to his withal, for Aunt Anulka to uphold their instructions." lips ; his whole soul engrossed by the sudden change of

« We know better, father,—we know better!" cried both Dzidzilia's aspect and demeanour. 'She inight be ill;— bu children at once. “ So do you ever mock us !_You have why even in illness thus cold and careless towards him ?" at this moment a travel-token for each of us in your poc, « And now then, father!” exclaimed the children, draw. ket!"

ing towards his knees ; in the hope that his tale 'world And, after a moment's rallying with their curiosity, Ja-contain at least a bloody battle, if not a murder or a ghost kob was persuaded to draw forth from his vest an etui of

perceiving the Pasiecznik and one or two of his domestic zawca-"Nevertheless, it were better that his country kept serfs loitering about the door. “ In ! Grzegorz, in all of the uppermost place." you, and listen for there is profit, if not pleasure in the “ And these brave men-do they still resist " inquired story I am about to narrate.

Aunt Anulka, wondering whether she could by any means “ You may remember, Jakubowa !” said he, turning contrive to despatch unguents and yulneraries to the with affectionate deference towards his wife, as he spoke, wounded. that, on my last visit to Wilna, there had been a rising

"No, sister,—the Almighty, for his own good purpose,

“ Cut off from amongst the people against their Russian masters--a strng-willed their defeat ;" replied Bremglicz. gle of some dozen weeks betwixt the peasants and the sol- their supplies, exhausted by privation, wearied by watchdiery; ending, as such struggles mostly do, in double injury fulness—there came at length a desperate skirmish, when to the injured, and double ascendency to the ascendant. A the cry for quarter was raised in vain ; and a scattered single regiment took part with the insurgents : a brave one,

remnant of the gallant squadron remained captive in the and a winner of high renown in the fatal field of Raszyn ;

hands of the Philistines." but so far rash and wrong in the present quarrel, that it

“ Alas, alas !" moaned the little circle round the table broke an oath of fealty and idly dared the vengeance of an

of Jacob Bremglicz ; and from a distance the peasants oppressor. At that period I quitted Wilna as hastily as my

echoed that melancholy cry. merchantry would permit; for I was loath to witness the

“ Among these was the Colonel of the regiment,” contichastisement of those in whose cause my heart was warm;

nued Jakob. “A grey-haired man, who had fought with and even accelerated my journey lest I should be a dweller Dombrowski; on whose breast was the badge of honourin a city where Christian blood was outpouring, and the re

on whose brow a still more honourable sabre-scar. And tribution of a jealous God wantonly evoked.”

they doomed him to die like a dog. In the after calm of " I do remember, father!" interrupted the young heir of victory, when the strife was done, and its bloody record Zwieta, that you chid me for questioning you of the execu- wiped from their savage hands, the Muscovites brought him tions, and the knoutings, and the banishments into Sibe- forth, (handbound and footbound, lest, single-handed, the varia; and bade me consider with other eyes than those of a lour of a Polander should prove too much for their craven gaping wonderer, the sufferings of men who suffered in the souls,) to be piked and mangled by their murderous canse of their country.”

bayonets." “A good lad—a good lad-to keep a year's mindfulness A deep groan burst forth on all sides round the narrator. of his father's lesson !" ejaculated the fond mother, heaping

“ Now the scene of this vile exploit,” resumed Bremglicz, a pile of bautbois on his plate.

with kindling eyes, “was most auspiciously selected. The “But although the insurrection was after a sort sup-skirmish which gave conquest to their hands had chanced pressed, and though the students, and burghers, and others within a verst or so of a country seat belonging the Syndic implicated in the outbreak were in the safe keeping of of Wilna ; and beneath the very walls of his garden was the dungeons of their Muscovite masters, this one regiment the brave mau dragged forth to die. But there was an eye still held out ; and, better skilled than the lumbring Ko- upon the wicked movements of the Russians." zacks in the mires, inosses, and morasses of the country, still

“ The eye of Jehovah !” ejaculated his wife. kept at bay the Russian troops : dodged them from forest to

“ The eye of Auxteia-visa-gist!" muttered Maruchna, marsh_from marsh to dyke-drain ; and reduced them at

reverting to her Runic superstitions. length to insulting disadvantage. « The peasants of the

“ The eye of a mere mortal ; but, by divine sanction, country, favouring their dispositions, provided forage and quite as much to the purpose,” rejoined Jakob. The house provisionment. No need of commissariat, no need of far

was tenanted by a younger son of the Syndic; a student of rier;_horses, rations, and even elothing were thrust upon convicted in the recent insurgency, had been smuggled, per

high repute in the University of Wilna ; who, having been their acceptence. The women stitched for them,—the men slaved for them, the hands and hearts of the people were

favour of his father's office, out of the city, and concealed with their banner!"

in this secluded spot. The youth, like other lads of spirit,

expert and eager in the chase, was impatiently watching the “Brave hearts !-true hands!”—cried the boy, clapping departure of the soldiery to go forth birding after the snowhis hands with enthusiasm. And Jakob pushing the flask hens ;t when, having mounted guard behind the wall of again towards Ludwyk pledged him a health to the heroism the garden, he beheld the gallaut old soldier led forth t of the heir of the family.

slaughter. 'Twas but a moment of horror--the next was “ This universal zeal and sympathy did but, as you may for action. Gun in hand he climbed the wall; rushed think, stir up the black and bitter blood of the vindictive through the circle of military, and threw his arm round

Wherever they came, there were curses, and the veteran. My gun is double loaded,' cried the young pleas of drought, dearth, and famine against all largesse of hero; and the first man who dares approach, I shoot and contribution. And when at length the snows of winter set level him to the earth. Do ye flinch, knaves ?' cried the in, and the soldiers were kept out in cantonments, in chase Russian commandant. «Seize them both ; tear them limb, of the rebels, they swore a deadly vow, that they would from limb!' «Say but that word again,' shouted the young celebrate with libations of blood the day of their eventual student, raising his piece to his shoulder, “and 'tis the last triumph. Still the patriots defied their menaces, and still you ever utter in this world l’ — Hourra ! --Upon him! the peasantry supported the resistance of the patriots.” --Strike him down l' cried the Muscovite. “What ! fifty.

Jakob Bremglicz was now waxing angry, that, in the midst of all the enthusiastic ejaculations of his family and

• A similar scene, occurring under the same circumstances, was de.

scribed to me by a Pollsk gentleman of high reputation, an eye wit. household, Ludwyk the stranger remained so coldly-silent. "The lad is pondering upon his love," thought the Dzier + The Spiogula, or snow-hen, a sort of ptarmigan.


ness of the fact.

Hop hop and spring for ever, *14*, Round her form my fond arms cling ;90) Benjamin Then oh I then's the dance of dance mid of me A Mazurka for a king in a 09 de les Those who love or dance should nevet u 6413

Pause for idle cogitation. Byrom! A gentleman recently travelling near Huddersfield, called

JB00 01 do not know," said the boy, where i goes to, but its :

of yo, and shrink from bboy without da Toweltemonth's | Jakobchaving, withi Amulkai aid and ar Ldayk'sma. growth of beard upon his chin? The gauntlet and the knout gestion, decyphered the letter of paternal sanction wtich may bring my corps to better discipline.' And on this me- Ludwyk's

visit to the post office of Rosienie, had that very pace, some ten among the slaves advanced with bayonets aud evening secured. sxords, to hack the old soldier into pieces! But the word

15 A distinguished student of the learned Universities of command was dearly atoned; even before the brave old claimed Aunt Anůlka, bestowing upon her niece eke kive el Polander lay gashed and bleeding under their feet, -the peace. Russian commander was smitten into the dust by the steady

"And the best snarer of cray-fish and netter of quaiką i aim of the valiant son of Syndic of Wilna !".

the country ! L'ociferated Janek and Benisia, flingir « And they murdered him ?" cried every voice present themselves into the arms of their new brother.'* l... 4 The gallant youth ! the brave youth IMA Trepkama

" And so let me even accomplish my own prophesy i Sobieski-a Kosciuszko !" ;

cried Jakubowa, encircling the lovely brows of her daughter Lithe of limb, and versed in the shaping of every bush with her head.gear of pearls. “ “Said I'not that the Die and hedge-row," continued Jakob," he burst from them, zawca's city-token would well become a bride though stabbed by many bayonets ; and took refuge in a

“God is good !” murmured Maruchna, devoutly crossing hut or lodge of the grounds, to which the miscreants, hav- herself in joyful recognisance of the prosperous fortune el ing surrounded it with brushwood, instantly set fire. But her nursling. “ The duteous daughter will make a hapis their Commandant lay dead: they lacked farther instruc- wife.” tions : many had no good will for the murderous task as

“Push aside the tables !” cried Jakob clapping his hands signed them; and, in fine, the peasants of the Syndic hav.

“ Tap me a hogshead of Lipiec, and call in the knates and ing warning of what was passing, and loyal to their brave wenches. Grzegorz, man !_fetch thy dulcimer, and die young master, drove them from the field.""

us our Mazurek. Sister Anulka,--wife-Marzanas, Jele 6-4 And the youth-the good youth ?”—cried his impatient gorzata Janowa,—your voices your voices to the las auditors.

den !" " Wounded, stunned, senseless, and scorched to the very

And while Ludwyk and his pretty bride stood whispering marrow of his young bones, he was extricated from the

at the window (discussing perhaps the culture of the Be smoking pile !".

Garden on which they were gazing) the happy househod of « To dic ?”—murmured the gentle Dzidzilia, clasping her the Pasieka raised the chorus of the National Mazurka hands. « An evil fate is over the destiñies of the heroes of while the floors of Zwieta echoed under the ringing heels et Poland."

the dancers to the following popular strain : “ No, not to die," interrupted Jakob ;_" but to suffer agonies in a cause which even his prowess could not render

MAZUREK. triumphant. Slowly recovering, his father's interest would

For the gay Mazurka's round, not have availed to save his forfeited life, but that he had

Damsel, come !-thy handah: 10183 been surreptitiously conveyed from the country.".

Both hands, thus - and with a bound

O'er the corded lists we go ! : ht!.. « Heaven is gracious !--Praise be to the virgin of virging !"

.: E. Bole'i Hop-hop land spring for every do 17;tern cried the eager listeners n l 011 *** 116 10 punten

All is mirth and gratulation som 11 86 pole « In Wilna, as you may guess, the name of this boy-pa.

Those who love or dance should never sin

Pause for idle cogitation, triot is worshipped as that of the first of heroes ; -and for

or1???.... stin thy lightsome footsteps prancizig, miy own part," continued Jakob, brushing his hand hastily

10 Mock the flow of tender tears zwaniobr.791 over his eyes, " } would give half my substance not to be Luisterug ftBotter far a week of dancing, s'in uzu: Syndic of Wilna, but to call the noble one my 'son !" }i

: Than an hour of hopes and fears.-177 « Delay not then the concession ?" cried Ludwyk, hay.

Hop !-hrple and spring for ever, .*7***

AU is mirth and gratulation; ing risen from his seat, and throwing himself upon the neck

$11. Those who love or dance, should never miss of Bremglicz. “Give me your daughter and your blessing;

Pause for idle cogitation. , and my wounds, my sufferings, my banishments, tate a

2. When the sparks are flashing brightly, *57* " thousand-fold overpaid !"

From my iron heels comprest ;

165 bei 97 b)And you revided those honourable scars as tokens of

When my love flies round me lightly,

Oh! what transport warms my breast! the Plica-stricken!" whispered Dzidzilia reproachfully to Maruchna.

All is mirth and gratulation all tits

Those who love or dance, should never 494);" -744. Why did he slay the wood-serpent !" grumbled the old

Pause for idle cogitation, woman. That one misdeed misled me !"

And when sunn'd beneath her glances, But Dzlazilia had no further leisure for reproaches ; she was required by her father to kueel down and receive his benediction of betrothment, hand in hand with Ludwyk ;

Hop!-hop!-and spring for everyone and by her mother to be kissed and wept over and congra

all is mirth and gratulation 14 tulated, as the plighted love of the Champion of little Janek, the bride of the patriotic defender of the liberties of Po. land ! At that moment not one among them had a thought. for the temporal dignities of the son of the Right Honour out to a boy, Where does this road go to; able the Syndio of the city of Wilna 1 90!3E190 1989

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ASSASSINATION OF MARAT BY CHARLOTTE: 1 | struck with her beauty. ~ Danton arrived and applied to. Siden moinese Iss4 CORDAY. 19 helgamb cose her the most disgraceful epithets, Charlotte opposed to his 7797 1610 hod view)

an I HAD scarcely pronounced the name of Marat,

this porter said, “ It is here, Sir.” It was, no doubt, at the monient that M. Sheffer has so judiciously selected for his deor of this dark lodge that Charlotte Corday said, " Is the pictures but from this room the bath in whichdi Maratıday Citizen Marat at home?". And the porter, seeing this beau- could not be seen. What matters this to the artist? Ger tiful and dignified girl

, with a smile upon her countenance, nius can lay upon walls. It was in this apartment that she was suspected nothing. How indeed could he associate the idea examined by the Conventionalists Chabot and Drouet; their of a warder with that of a lovely woman, whose large black report is authentie testimony; and both declared their astonsh. eyes displayed a humid and intellectual brilliancy; whose ment at the answers of the young girl, who seemed to speak

pearly still at the She descended the of ber half-closed lips, would have melted a savage P How Commissioners and gendarmes of the Convention. On her wild her associate a concealed poniard with drapery which appearance, the populace uttered cries and exécrations that desped, withont concealing the most perfect harmony of would have terrified the stoutest heart. She turned pale, contour 1-how trace a sanguinary design in that face so she dreaded being torn in pieces by these wretches She, poor lovely, so noble, and so calm, whose only expression seemed girl, had anticipated a less horrible death." But, in the the timidity of chaste and virtuous affection. On that day, summer of life, beautiful and admirable as she was to be in to doubt ber toilet displayed a sort of simple and sublime sulted, trampled under foot, dragged half alive through the coquetry. It was necessary that she should captivate the filth of the kennel, torn in pieces with hooks dripping with good opinion of those who were to admit her. She knew, gore, and stabbed with pikes; to lift up her bruised headlikewise, that such a murder is not perpetrated a second one so lovely, now defaced and hideous—and implore, as time that her life would fall a sacrifice to the deed. She an act of clemency, the coup de grace, either delayed or knew that she was committing a generous suicide in favour given by an unskilful hand; her last struggles amid curses of reason and justice ; that she should be arrested the in. and imprecations; no hope of a tomb, not even a coffin ! staat the deed was performed, for she determined to make her limbs torn asunder and dispersed -as had occurred in

no attempt to escape. She could not forget that a wo the September in the preceding year. . All this harrowed 7 man's dress, even the most important actions of her life, up her very soul. For an instant such a death threatened represents in some degree, her habitual ideas and opin- her. But Drouet thundered out to the tumultuous and exng

Oh, now, beautiful she looked ! Her glossy perated mob." In the name of the law.” In an instant the hair was tied with a wide

green ribbon, and around her cries ceased, the crowd opened, and the coach slowly prolovely neck fowed undulating curls. And then her forehead ceeded

There is no tablet inscribed to the memory of animated whites that modest air, and those lips ! --who of Charlotte Corday, nor is it known to what earth her ree could have anticipated that her delicate hand was about to mains were consigned.

-"T On the 13th of July beserine te hablar de la

iliya » platform Palais National, and bought a sharp-pointed

THE REV. ROBERT HALL, s- table-knife, with a black sheath. On her return home she Mr. Hall was the great pillar and ornament of the Bap

put into her pocket her baptismal register, and an address tist denomination; and all who 'admire the spectacle of ta. to the French people. •

She knew that she should lent of the loftiest description, engaged in the sacred cause of leave the place to which she was going, only to be thrown doing good, will deplore the sudden extinction of so bright into a dungeon, condemned a few hours after, and then a luminary. His was of the highest order of cultivated inplaced in that fatal cart which was daily dragged to the tellect. He was by no means one of those who bigotedly Grere

, the Place de Revolution, elsewhere and everywhere! decry the blending of literary taste with spiritual pursuits She had provided against all contingencies. Marat was ill, and enjoyments. He fed his intellectual faculties with the and she was refused admittance But she wrote him a note, richest supplies of ancient and modern literature ; and, stating that she had just arrived from Caen, and was able within a few months of his death, was re-perusing at hours to render an important service to the country. In the even- of leisure, the tragedies of Euripides. Of Greek literatura ing, at five o'clock, she returned. The housekeeper still re in general, he was particularly fond. The tragedians, Hofused her admittance; but Marat being in the bath, and mer and Plato, were his favourites; these, together with hearing the voice of a young girl, ordered that she should the works of Virgit, Milton, and Burke, were the chief come in. “This is the closet," said the servant; “the bath sources of his pure and classical eloquence. His works was there, just. opposite the window.” I understood the avizhit have built Fieself an imperishable fortress. But Mi. whole action as well as if it had occurred in my presence. The three rooms are so small, that an instant sufficed to Hall' was indolent, and some strong external motive was cross them. I could faney I saw the

whole scene pass be required to force his intellectual machinery into operation. fore my eyes. “ Marat," exclaimed I, had a handker- He was also, we should say, too modest; he shrank froin chief round his head; his right hand was out of the water, observation ; and

was by no means “ ambitious of having,” and he used as a writing-table a board placed across the as he used to say, when solicited to write more," all the bath. Charlotte, from the closeness of the bath, nearly world faughing at him." Those amazing efforts of sacred coached him.”, “ The paper hangings are not now

the oratory, to the

splendid display of which Lord Brougham, same,” said the servant; “ those which then covered the Sir James Mackintosh, Sir Thomas Deninan, and

Mr. Cana walls were taken down a few months since. They were ning, and other not less distinguished men, have listened large twisted pillars drawn upon a white

ground.” « She with delight, were deemed by himself undeserving of perWas there," continued l; Marat questioned her, and manent record ; and if some of the noblest discoursess that

the refugees of Calvados; she dic-ever “ breathed and burned" on the lips of mortal, shall at tened to him, and he wrote." It is well," said he, « they last find their way before the public

, we shall be indebted he uttered. She drew: from its sheath the knife concealed rested individuals, than to the care of the high-minded ora in her bosom, and plunged it in his heart ? _“Help!" tor himself. A third cause of the fewness of Mr. Hallis fried he

, “helps my dear friend! I am murdered.” “And Char- publications was, the heavy bodily aflictions to which he hered the second roon, and seated herself in the antecham life. A dreadful disease of the spine frequently incapacitaten maarinert, 19, the murder a commissionnaire whion and rendered hin, for many hours together, the victim of the arena foline un copies of L'Amour Peuple, knocked the most excruciating agamies. Throughont there, severe hier down with a chairShe rose and daimed, the

proteco, sufferings

, he was calm, and, tranquil in the highest degree, tion of the Members of the

section, all of whom were l affording a most emphatic example of the power of reli:

inquired the

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