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my bost's drawing room. My embarrass- But what care I for the feelings of that ment is increased by the circumstance morose lover of art?'"1 have enough to lliat I do not know a single person in the occupy my mind daring dinner time. The assembly .except the host, with whom I curraudgeon' has enlightened me as to the am slightly acquainted. I say to a hardl- fact that the glass can refleet other faces featured old lady. (my, bost's mother), faithfelly, though it persists in mendacity “How's your glass!" and ask the lost bim- when my own is presented. Its attack self if his face is improved. I desperately upon me is clearly personal, correct my blanders, 2ry 10 drown them in Conversation turns upon an artist who a laugh in which nobody, joins, and ob: painted his own likeness, and somebody serve two cabs in their teens looking at observes that this operation is attended me from a corner, and whispering. with more than ordinary difficuhy, inas
Must I pass a whole evening in the much as a man never retains in his mind midst of this uncongenial society, with an so clear an image of hiinself as of anorber unsolved mystery in my coat pocket? Ah, person. Is it possible that I have been one gentleman is alone in the back draw mistaken as to my own tacé, and that the ing-room, furning over a volume of prints., hideous reflexion in the sixpenny mirror He shall be my unconscious assistant in is faithful 'after all? While the rest are iny search after trash. I place myself at engaged in. talk, I furtively snatch the his side.
glass from my pocket, and holding it be * Engravings," I observe, violently en low the level of the table, regard "it" with deavoring to connect the subject of my a ha'stý glance, and perceive the old vulthoughts with the object of bis meditations 'gar, villanous countenance. ' I 'raise 'my
engravings, however carefully and eyes in disgust, and I observe that one of skilfully executed, are, under ordinary cit. the cubs who were whispering in the corcumstances; tess faithful semblances than ner is telegraphing to a very young lady the reflexion in a mirror." sad ilqarog ** Under any circumstances," réplies the
I myself, as I sit
, apparently absorbed in gentleman, aryly. He thitiks I have ut. the contemplation of my own knees, fur: tered ar. absurd truism. He is not aware, nished inatter for his communications. 1 like myself, of the frightful exceptions to drop the glass, and in my efforts to pick it the general rule.
up again without observation, render my. " Some engravings are very cheap," 1 self generally conspicuous. I succeed in proceed, with as much wisdom as I can slipping it into "my pocket, but not till it
has been seen by the surly lover of art, - "Some engravings are . dear at any
whose eyes meet mine, and are then inprice," sulkily answers the gentleman. stantly averted, with the expression of a “But of all the cheap things I ever saw,
revived sense of wrong. nothing equals this.” Só saying, I pull the
I now look forward with terrible inter: glass from my pocker.
est to the return of the company to the " Things like that cost fourpenice, I be drawing-room. lintend to look at myself lieve," remarks the gentleman. The re. in the large mirror over the mantel piece, mark is discouraging, but I continue, put- and to compare the reflexion ,there with ting che glass in his band : " Look in that, that in the sixpenny glass. Then shall I and tell me if you perceive anything sin- know to a certainty whether my memory, gular in the countenance... Ses Yann under the infuence of some unknown
see nothing but my own face," re feeling of vanity, has been inaccurate in plies the gentleman, and disdainfully re- its record of my personal appearance, or turning the glass, lie stalks, with an of- whether the glass has been the deceiver. fended air, into the front drawing-room. My host's wine is excellent, but I detest For the first time I observe that he has a it as an obstacle that retards our return to broken nose, and it is evident that he de- the drawing-room,
and when he cheerfully tects in my question an allusion to that orders another bottle of singularly choice circumstance.10717 lei sds toile , e claret ('37, I think),
he renders me as fide
gety as though he had ordered a bowl of, to be addressed twice before I vouchsafed the Borgia poison. I empty my glass very an answer, when I would start up, as if fast, as though I should thus accelerate the awakened from a dream, and generally moment of retiring. It comes at last: lutter a reply altogether inappropriate to the jump up with avidity at my, boşt's j.ropo- question, Decidedly I shall never be in. sal to "join the ladies;" I am first on the vited to New Fangle Villa again. My staircase; first in the front drawing-room, image will fade away from the minds of where I nod hastily, utter a senseless com. all those genteel ladies and gentlemen, pliment to the galaxy of beauty that pre- never to be recalled; it will linger longest
sents itselt; and then retreat through the in the memory of the three juveniles,, of sfolding-doors to the adjoining apartment, wkom tke males will call me a "guy," the which is fortunately empty: I place my female, a "quiz." self in front of the looking glass over the
I do not ride home, though my humble mantelpiece, I draw the small mirror from residence is somewhat distant from the my pocket, I compare the relexions in very genteel district in which New Fangle both, and--my vanity is satisfied. The Villa is situated. In the first place, I seem face in the large glass is just such a face
to have had enough of omnibuses; in the as I thought I possessed; the vulgar, vil second, the exereise of walking is a kind lainous countenance which the emall one of relief to the perturbed state of my mind. still till presents 16 rot a bit like it.
And yet there is a drizzling rain, and the Yes, my vanity is satisfied, but at what conductors of the cumbrous vehicles are price? Of wkat horrible article am I the more than ordinarily solicitous for my patpossessor? I have made every possible
Tort 34747 attempt to account for the perverse reflex ion on na tural grounds, and all have fail.
Some shops are still open, and wheneved. Am I the owner of a bottle-imp, with ver I pass one of uncommon brilliancy; I the bottle squeezed flat and quicksilvered make a dead halt, and by the light of the into a mirror, and the imp attenuated into gas take another survey of my hideous acshe semblance of an inaecurate reflexquisition. I am desperately resolved to ion? 8 + per i noslogot
prove myself mistaken, but I eauit sueHow long. I am occupied witła chese ceed. By the light which is transmitted meilitations, which I pursue in front of the shrougd a draggist's crimson bottle, the
terrible " large glass, holding the small one open in
"sham" appears absolutely appalmy hand, I cannot say, but they are brougkt ling-a demon surrounded with a burning 4o an end by the sound of a distant titter.
atmosphaere. My eye is directed to the front room, and At last I am at home, in my bed-roone, | perceive that I am carefully watched by on the second floor, as I clearly ascertain the two cubs and the very young lady, who by the correct reflexion of my own face are now seated on a sofa, which perfectly in the looking.glass that stands on my toicommands my. position.
let-table. I go to bed, having, after anoI take a kasty leave, and, though I am cher inspection, carefully placed the dreadthe first to depart, the host does not press ful little mirror under my pillow. Those me to stay. He never asked me before; who wonder why I do not pitch my abommy visit has proved a failure, and he will inable property out of the window, will never ask me again. His mother is still never be able to understand the relation wondering what I could mean when of the bird to the ratele-snake. I hate that made i.nquiries respecting her glass; the loathsome mirror.. I curse the hour in supposed allusion to his broken nose, still which I bought it; tke Italian boy who rankles in the bosom of the connoisseur. sold it; the omnibus in which the parDuring dessert i offended another gentle chase wasa made.But I would sooner man-a talkative admirer of Garibaldi have cut off my right hand, and cast it out by the stupid remark that I felt no sympa of the window, thar bewould have fleng thy for Italians who sold bad looking away that sixpenny imposture. p. Ieven put glasses. Then I always allowed myself my hand under my pillow before I doze off to sleep, that I may assure myself of its 'bus, oceupying the corner next to the win. perfect safety.
dow; the original is the conductor, who I do not attain a thoroughly sound sleep; has just wakened me out of a sound sleep, for at the last stage of dozing, in which and the Italian boy, as his particular friend, the boundary line between the actualand has been blessed with the privilege of the imaginary is faint and indistinct, I am standing on the step. suddenly aroused by a thundering single
The glass is in my hand, open-that, at Enock at the street door: "Who can it be ? least, is no illusion. ' I look into it; my I am the only lodger in the house, and I own proper really good-looking face is réà mi 'not aceustomed 'io receive guests at flected; a little spoiled perlaps; by an this hour: MyRasthmatic old-landlady expression of anxiety and alarm, but still goes to bed at ten, and cheerfully allows my own delightful countenance. These inę a lateh-key, as a talisman that will expressions are not to be attributed to in. - secure her own rest from interruption. ordinate vanity, but to the 'rapture which
Poor old creature, she would be frightened every man has a' right to feel when the out of her wits did she hear the ill-timed extraordinary good fortune befals him of noise. At all events, it must not be re- finding his own face when he thinks he peated. I will open the door myself. has lost it. I descend the stairs barefooted, for I can
“Now then, governor, I think you want. not stay to grope about for my slippers, and
ed Now Fangse Villa," repeats the conducwhen I reach the passage, the cold of the
tor somewhat impatiently. oil-cloth enters my soul, like the iron of
“How long have I slept ?" I ask hurSterne's captive. The feel of the mat is
riedly. comparatively warm, but harsh and un
"Why you dropped 'asleep almost as grateful. I open the door, and
soon as you had bonght that 'ere harticle
of this 'ere party. You nodded over it Yes, I have opened the door, and-clear
like." in the light of the street gas, I see before
With a little reflexion-of the right sort me the owner of the face that is habitually reflected by my hateful little glass. I can't
-the mystery is explained. Sitning with be n.istaken in those coarse features, that
the glass open in my hand, and placed at air of vulgar familiarity and low cunning.
such an angle that it reflected the conduc.
tor's face instead of my own, I fell asleep, No; there stands the original of the dreadful portrait that has dared to thrust itself
and was visited by a dream, of which the where a reflexion of my own comely strange countenance was the foundation. physiognomy ought to be. There he stunds; and by luim stands the Italian boy. What am I to surmise from this visit!
The incidents at New Fangle Villa, do Has the original-as I will briefly call not in the least correspond to those prehim--has the original already seized the figured in my dream. No ladies are presItalian as the purloiner of his reflected ent; my host is the jovial president of a countenance, and does he now come upon
bachelor's party; Garibaldi is not once me as the receiver of the stolen property?
mentioned ; there is no scowling connois
seur with a broken nose, everything goes Is this a sort of Peter Schlemihl affair, with an infusion of the old Bailey?
on as cheerfully as possible, and I telt ahi
my best stories amid unbounded laughter The original lays his hand on my shoul.
and applause. der firmly, ponderously, as though he would press me through the d door mat, and in a hoarse voice he says,
* Now then, governor, I shink you want ed New Fangle Villa?!!
The whole scene is changed, save that the original and the Italian boy are stills plainly in my presence, I am in an omni... quel
THE CRITIC'S CONFESSION,
And what faults my sinful carping, (for 1
think it now a sin.) Managed to fish out so deftly from the sim
ple in thy chin.
BY SACKVILLE DULCINORR.
I have often thought, my darling, I was And thy mouth !—I know is parlous in wholly fancy-free,
this fearful time of drouth, Even when my heart was fluttering, fut. E'en to think of such a well-spring as that tering fondly over thee, **
fount of joy-tly mouth, I have fancied I could leave thee calmly But wouldet thou believe it darling; my as I saw thee first,
conceited thought would march That thy fetters were buat cobwebs, and O'er those lips of maddening ruby and like cobwebs conld be burst.
comment upon their arch.
Like some botanist I've scanned thee with
Every feature, every motion, every feeling, . a magnifying glass,
thought or word, And have put thee, Margarita, into such and such a elass.
Every thing pertaining to thee, that I'd I have thought that I could wear thee gayly I had studied, classed and labelled, till I
known, or seen or heard, in my button hole,
thought that I had done Wear thee lightly on my bosom, but not
With the subject, and I marked thee stu "heavy on my soul."
dy, young girl, sixty one." I have wateh'd thee moving smoothly o'er the closely shaven sward,
Ah! my darling, Margarita, let me call thee And my eye on every motion, kept a con.
darling now, stant watch and ward,“
Please uncurl that scornful lip and smooth Sooth the foot was lithe and taper, but I
the table of thy brow., noted every paco,
Q! my pride, and ah! my folly-now I Which migit lack a little something of a
know it to my cost. Taglioni's grace.
Now I've found in one sense only, one
sense only, what I've lost. I have listend to thee talking, and my ear
ra was still at work,
In thy presence I could éavil, in thy presHolding up at each inflection some unerr
ence I could doubt, ing tuning.fork,
All the web of thy perfections I could Though the notes were dufcet, dulcet, still
'goolly ravel out, my'nind would liwell upon
Now I know how much I miss thee, now I Some slight discord in the music, some
see thee shine from far, slight jarring in tlie tone.
Pale, but glorious, like a holy, heaven-de
scended moonlit star. When I gazed upon thy features many and
many å time and off(Ah! the outlines are so noble, and the Now the critic is evanished and the lover
wakes in pain, eyes so very soft,) Dare I say that I discover'd, dare I say, I
But to know that what he lovest, he may dream'd I saw
never see again,
That the flower he dream'd of wearing Here a little, little blemish, there a very little flaw.
gayly at his button-hole,
Was the flower of his existence, and the Even now, I will not venture over clearly
-day'seye* of his soul. to disclose What my critic eye found wanting in the bridging of thy nose,
That the path those feet are treading, leads generation. born and
bæed they them far away from his,
is no advantages of posiThat those lips will never nestle 'neath tion and training could have given that his trembling, fervent kiss,
charm of gentleness, with heroism breathThat those eyes
will never alter, if he stay ing through and of sleepless, yet tranquil B. or if he roam,
is mais intelligences which made their conversa. Nor that throat ting out a "welcome, ation and bearing winning and imposing welcome to thy wife and home." beyond that of other med. Their true
potestes its de Paris ! chivalry was something strange and wonYes! 'Tis over. I have lost thee, lost thee, derful in our day, which we of the Soub
da:ling. Had I triedy 31" 38, 463 can perhaps better appreciate and more With a simple, man ut effost, I had won fully sympathise with than their colder
thee for my bride, laugsson countrymen. “My Colonels," Wellington But I merely scann'd and censured, and loved to call them. They were bis com, my day of love is gone,
rades as well as his sids. But he was So I have to change my label into “ Dar- shocked at the number of wounds, grave, ling, No. 1."
terrible wounds, which they sustained, but he tried in vain to check their bigla courage. In 1811 Charles had ridden ninety miles
to an expected battle-field, his head ban. SIR CHARLES VAPIER.
daged før a dreadful wound in the face, By PROFESSOR SCHELB DE VER:E.
when, on nearing the scene of conitiet; he
met soldiers bearing a litter of branches When a great war or a vast change of covered with a blanketo, It was his brother Empires produces, at the call of leader George with a broken leg. Presently he ship, some world renowned hero, there are met another litter. It was his brother apt to appear around him brilliant galaxies William, declared to be mortally wounded. of men, whose lustre reflects on the one Charles looked after them, sighed, but sode great light shining in their midst, while all right into the thickest of the fight, to get blend in the constellated glory. Alexan there his share of wounds and of glory. der bad bis generals, Napoleon bissmør. Such men duly claim the gratitude of posshals, and around bis less brilliant but not terity and the admiration of ages; they are less successful adversary, Wellington, there noble examples of true, gallant soldiers, grouped a goodly band of true and stalwart such as we want, and God be thanked we soldiers. Among these was a family of have in our armies. men, earnest in purpose, strong in endeav. It is of Charles that we propose to say & our, faithful in service, wary, wise, brave few words as a skilful, intrepid soldier, an and upright, a band of warrior brothers, upright, fearless man. Like our own great comrades in duty and honor, in genius and Jackson, he was nobly born but poor-an in heroism. They were the Napiers, the alliance of noble birth and poverty, from Paladins of our century, true heroes, daunt, which has risen a goodly offspring of noble less and yet considerate, with fiery spirits manners and noble deeds. If the boy, is flaming up on the kindling of the strife ever father to the man, it was most truly and with souls, lowly and humble in the so in his case. For although it would be presence of their Maker.' 5*,'
hard to fancy the eagle eye of our hero, sa There were five brothers of them, three expressive of strong resolve of fiery effort
, of whom were soldiers and one « sailos, softened into the lineaments of childhood all of them accomplished men, knights of the old heart of the famous ruler of the jeten as well as of the swordThe Scinde was ever so full of buoyant impulthree soldiers reached a high rank and lohy ses that he seems to have had an underpositions. Willam was ruling the Chan-current of youth flowing evenly and strong
, a , and Charles the vast regions of Scinde, all from the misconduct of a vile, murderous at the same time. In manners their match nurse, he was probably stinted of natural was hardly to be found in their day and growth, and thus remained af low stature