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Genoa vellet !” said a spindle-shanked A begging friar, who had seated himfellow who squinted horribly.
a bench, and been sleeping “ I have shod and sharpened three soundly all the time, now started up, score of morrice pikes, and a dozen and swore per sanguinem dei ! bills to-day, and received but a groat, “ Cross of St. Andrew !! » cried the said one of the smiths; “ Peter Beale, little punchy man, “it's uncivil to visit you have not paid me for taking the us at this time o' night. notches out of your broadsword.” arrest! and face the rascals.”
“ Go to, Sir Vulcan,” muttered the He made towards the door for that man whose memory had been thus re- purpose, and in another moment the freshed—“ I'll pay thee to-morrow.” whole neighbourhood would have been
“I have heard nothing else to day" in an uproar, but the alarm was stopped thought the smith, “to-morrow will see by the entrance of the person who had many of 'em food for the crows !" put his head in at the window.
“ There's no chance for the honest The new comer was a youth of short English workman! these d—d foreigners stature, and dull heavy features, with a are devouring locusts!” said a little round profusion of black hair that grew compunchy man, the very personification of pletely over his forehead, beneath which idleness.
his unintellectual grey eyes twinkled “ Try the country, measter Andrew,” with a sort of stupid satisfaction at the growled a tall gaunt figure with a West- fright he had occasioned. He advanced country drawl-" they 'll find 'ee work, into the midst of the company, and I warrand ye.”
greeted them with a wild idiot laugh, at The last speaker had fled from his which they were any thing but pleased. native village in Somersetshire, to avoid · Ha, ha, ha, ha! how I scared ye my the punishment which threatened him men of wax!” cried he. for deer-stealing.
“Curse your frolicking,” growled the Not a word of this conversation was butcher. “ I'll slit your weasand, you lost to master Willoughbye: he was near skritch owl!” enough to hear all that was said, but en- “Let him alone, my Soldan of the tirely shrouded from observation by the shambles,” said Lorymer to the ruffian, darkness without, while the fire in the “you wouldn't harm a poor idiot, surely? smithy enabled him to scrutinize the A blow on your sconce to-morrow may features of the Alsatian assembly. He make you as witless. Then addressing determined to wait until this precious the youth—“Edwin, you deserve to be council had broken up.
scourged for this wanton frolic." “ We must force the Poultry Comp- “ Scourged !” echoed the idiot, grinter, boys!” cried the Butcher—"and ning a laugh. • Ay, yes, I rememthen we shall be strong enough to ven- ber, there was a king of Morocco once ture upon Newgate.”
scourged by the monks at Becket's “What the d—l have we to do with shrine. They don't flourish the whip the prisons, my valiant slaughterman ?” to-night, though—no, there's brandishsaid the tall young man with the gilt ing of pike and halberd, and handling chain—“I thought we were to visit the of caliver! Whew! I heard the vane foreigners only.
creak on St. Bride's tower, and I said, “ Then you reckoned without your ha! there's a storm coming from the counters, master Lorymer,” remarked the
The devil has set his foot in the butcher -“ we have something to do Friars !” besides that."
Here he tweaked the friar's nose, and Just at that moment a human head made his eyes water ; but the ecclesiaswas thrust in at the window of the hovel, tic seemed too sleepy to resent it; so and a voice cried out:
wiping his rubicund proboscis with his “Oh, ye precious plotters of treason! ample sleeve, he mutteredthe hemp 's already round your throats! " Would that I could drive thee and Master Dennis, the Sergeant-at-arms has thy familiar into the Thames, as our just entered the Friars with a file of Lord dealt with the herd of swine;" and hackbut men!”
resigned himself again to sleep. “ The devil!” muttered master Lo- “Get home to bed, Edwin,” said Lorymer.
rymer, get home, or I'll take thee in The butcher swore a horrible oath, hand.” which he had probably learned in St. The idiot looked vaguely in the face Nicholas' shambles.
of the young man, then shook his head, “ Body o’ St. Bennet, we are lost ! and
sung:cried the squinting fellow.
BY HORACE GUILFORD.
“And the blazoned shield will be broken, And the tall crest cleft in twain :
PAINTER'S REVELATION. Little reck they of knightly gear, and golden chain !”
“I cannot paint it!” exclaimed Duncan “ Get away with this mummery!
Weir, as he threw down his pencil in said Lorymer angrily; “you will cause despair. a brawl anon.
Go home, sirrah!” The portrait of a beautiful female restThe idiot hung down his head at this ed on his easel. The head was turned reproof, and quitted the smithy without as if to look into the painter's face, and saying another word. He had often been an expression of delicious confidence and protected from insult by Lorymer, and love was playing about the half parted the poor wretch feared the anger of one mouth. A mass of luxuriant hair, stirof the few persons who had treated him red by the position, threw its shadow with kindness.
upon a shoulder that but for its transpa“ That bull-calf,” said the butcher, rency you would have given to Itys, and « will work us mischief. Let us go over
the light from which the face turned to the Bankside, and see limping Harry away fell on the polished throat with and the boys of the Clink.
the rich mellowness of a moonbeam. She “Come on, then,” cried several voices was a brunette—her hair of a glossy at once; and immediately the hovel was black, and the blood melting through almost empty. The Alsatians were pre- the clear brown of her cheek, and sleepparing to cross the water, and master ing in her lip like colour in the edge of a Willoughbye having sufficiently gratified rose. The eye was unfinished. He his curiosity, and given a nod to his could not paint it. Her low, expressive men, the boat shot out noiselessly into forehead, and the light pencil of her eyethe stream, and proceeded up the river. brows, and the long, melancholy lashes (To be concluded at p. 145.) were all perfect; but he had painted the
eye a hundred times, and a hundred times STANZAS.
he had destroyed it, till, at the close of
a long day, as his light failed him, he (For the Parterre).
threw down his pencil in despair, and
resting his head on his easel, gave himWhen widowed Salem's captive band, self up to the contemplation of the ideal Beneath Nebassar's conquering ban- picture of his fancy.
I wish all my readers had painted a Were dragged to Shinar's sultry strand, portrait, the portrait of the face they And changed to groans the high Ho- best love to look on-it would be such a
chance to thrill them with a description Assyria, 'mid the banquet's pride, of the painter's feelings. There is nothing Insulted Judah's fettered lion ;
but the first timid kiss that has half its “ Sing, bards of Palestine !” she cried, delirium. Why—think of it a moment! Sing us the melodies of Sion !" To sit for hours gazing into the eyes you
dream of! To be set to steal away the But songless, hopeless, heartless—they tint of the lip and the glory of the brow
Sate weeping by Euphrates' billow; you worship! To have beauty come Their harps, through many a weary day, and sit down before you, till its spirit is
Hung silent on Euphrates' willow. breathed into your fancy, and you can Thus I;-around me all is gay;
turn away and paint it! To call up, like Each eye in heedless pleasure gleam- a rash enchanter, the smile that bewil
and have power over the exOr gazing (how unfeelingly!)
pression of a face, that, meet you where On mine in untold sorrow streaming. it will, laps you in Elysium!-Make me
a painter, Pythagoras! Yes! we have breathed the dread fare- A lover's picture of his mistress, paintwell!
ed as she exists in his fancy, would never And thou art gone, perchance for ever; be recognised. He would make little of Yet in Grief's pang, or Pleasure's swell, features and complexion. No-no_he Think 'st thou my heart forgets thee?
has not been an idolater for this. He Never !
has seen her as no one else has seen her, Whate'er of joy may o'er me steal, with the illumination of love, which once
I only think with thee 't were dearer; in her life, makes every woman under However deep the woe I feel,
heaven an angel of light.
He knows I deem the loss of thee severer!
her heart, too-its gentleness, its fervour; 1834.
and when she comes up in his imagina- a large, lustrous eye, moistened without tion it is not her visible form passing be- weeping, and lifted up, as if to the face fore his mind's eye, but the apparition of a lover, with a look of indescribable of her invisible virtues, clothed in the tenderness. The deception was wondertender recollections of their discovery and ful. It seemed every moment as if the developement. If he remembers her moisture would gather into a tear, and features at all, it is the changing colour roll down her cheek. There was a strange of her cheek, or the droop of her curved freshness in its impression upon Duncan. lashes, or the witchery of the smile It seemed to have the very look that had that welcomed him. And even then he sometimes beamed upon him in the twiwas intoxicated with her voice—always light. He turned from it and looked at a sweet instrument when the heart plays Helen. Her eyes met his with the same upon it—and his eye was good for no- —the self-same expression of the picture. thing. No—it is no matter what she A murmur of pleased recognition stole may be to others-she appears to him from the crowd whose attention was at. like a bright and perfect being, and he tracted. Duncan burst into tears would as soon paint St. Cecilia with a and awoke. He had been dreaming on wart as his mistress with an imperfect his easel ! feature.
Duncan could not satisfy himself. He “ Do you believe in dreams, Helen?” painted with his heart on fire, and he said Duncan, as he led her into the studio threw by canvass after canvass till his the next day to look at the finished picroom was like a gallery of angels. In ture.
The Legendary. perfect despair, at last, he sat down and made a deliberate copy of her features
THE WITCH. the exquisite picture of which we have spoken. Still, the eye haunted him. It is a very common observation, but He felt as if it would redeem all, if he not the less true on that account, that no could give it the expression with which advantage is fully prized except by the it looked back some of his impassioned want of it. Our fairy countrywomen, declarations. His skill, however, was, who are now instructed in every branch as yet, baffled, and it was at the close of of education, can with difficulty realize the third day of unsuccessful effort that the ignorance of their female ancestors, he relinquished it in despair, and, drop- with whom to read and write was conping his head upon his easel, abandoned sidered learning enough to have made a himself to his imagination.
modern blue-stocking. It must be con
fessed, that, even now, a woman gifted Duncan entered the gallery with He- with any uncommon literary acquirelen leaning on his arm. It was thronged ments, falls under the displeasure of the with visiters. Groups were collected well dressed illiterate dandies of the day; before the favorite pictures, and the low but their jurisdiction is a harmless one, hum of criticism rose confusedly, varied and seldom extends beyond a shrug or now and then, by the exclamation of the opprobrious epithet of blue. But some enthusiastic spectator. In a con- this was not the case in 1669. Then, spicuous part of the room hung • The female literature excited serious suspicion, Mute Reply, by Duncan Weir.' A and was taken under the cognizance of crowd had gathered before it, and were that memorable and never to be forgotten gazing on it with evident pleasure. Ex- synod of pious, enlightened worthies, pressions of surprise and admiration who would fain have condemned all the broke frequently from the group, and, ugly old women and all the intelligent as they fell on the ear of Duncan, he felt young ones, to be hanged or drowned as an irresistible impulse to approach and witches. look at his own picture. What is like It was the misfortune of Ann Jones the affection of a painter for the offspring to be born at this period. She lived at of his genius? It seemed to him as if New Haven, and, when a child, dishe had never before seen it. There it covered a remarkable faculty of learning. hung like a new picture, and he dwelt She could string rhymes together, as upon it with all the interest of a stranger. children of quick and playful imaginaIt was indeed most beautiful. There tions are wont to do. Ann's father died was a bewitching loveliness floating over before her genius had developed itself the features. The figure and air had a beyond any other indication of great peculiar grace, and freedom; but the eye powers than imitating the language of shewed the genius of the master. It was every animal she heard.
habit gave her, no doubt, a flexibility of among the New England dames. They organs. In the present day a young said there would have been some excuse lady may have the gift of half a dozen had economy been the object, but it was tongues, and a more accurate knowledge evident what was taken from the length of all than her own, without exciting was put on to the breadth. They therewonder ; but it must be remembered fore very candidly concluded that their that Ann flourished nearly two centuries brevity was contrived to shew off a pair ago. Her mother was a good hearted, of red stockings with gold clocks, well honest, respectable woman, and early fitted to ancles that did not discredit the discovered that she had brought a pro- epithet of Dutch built. digy into the world.
This dsscovery Unfortunately for poor Ann, the vrowe mothers are daily making now, and pro- took a great fancy to her, and said she digies have so much multiplied, that was the very image of her little Dirk nobody is surprised to find the youngest Von Poffenburgh, who died when he or the oldest child a complete wonder. was a baby. Nothing would do but The mother was constantly relating in- Ann must have a set of petticoats, and stances of the extraordinary talents of her she actually rigged out the poor girl child, and, among other things, affirmed, with buckles as big as her own. before a number of people who were said they were silver, and others that afterwards summoned as witnesses against they were only pewter, and scoured every the girl, that she could say her letters week with the plates and porringers. before she could speak; which, if the At any rate she did enough to draw the woman had not explained her meaning hatred and envy of the whole village by stating that she could pick them out upon her. of the alphabet before she could articu- It is no wonder that Ann, who could late, was certainly enough to have hung imitate the language of dumb beasts, her for a witch in any court of justice. should catch the vrowe's. It was surely
A Dutch family removed from New pleasanter to make human sounds than Amsterdam to New Haven. Formerly to baa-a like sheep, or moo-o like cows. the people of New Amsterdam had de- In a very short time she could speak signated the inhabitants of New Haven Dutch as well as mynheer himself. All as “squatters,' and now the term was this at first had no other consequence thrown back on the respectable and an- than exciting envy and ill-will; but, not cient family of Von Poffenburghs, who, content with two tongues, Ann contrived though they purchased every inch of to exereise a third. She spoke strange, land they occupied, were, most unjustly, unknown words, that even the Dutch by way of contempt, called squatters. people confessed they could not underSome say that nothing serious was meant stand themselves. About this time the by this appellation, and that it was only witches began their gambols in New in derision of the superabundance of pet- England, and one of the strongest eviticoats that were worn by Vrowe Von dences against them was speaking in an Poffenburgh, which, when she seated unknown tongue. Ann began to be herself, gave her an appearance to which looked upon with an evil It was the above injurious term might be ap- not, however, till a young man of the plied. They built a low house with name of Hall became strangely affected, slanting roof and gable ends, and though that the whole village grew alarmed. It it might shew meanly by the side of our was said that she had so bewitched him city houses, was then considered one of by her arts and infernal charms that he ' exceeding costliness.'
could do nothing but follow her about It must be confessed that the goede like a Jack-o’lantern. It was generally vrowe discovered a little more pride in agreed that he used to be a steady, busidress than was congenial to the simpli- ness-like young man, but since he had city of the times. It was said she never known her he had neglected all work, walked out with less than ten petti- and would saunter whole nights under coats, and as confidently asserted she her window. This was bad enough, but could bring ten more to cover them. when other young men began to shew And then her jewelry was of the most symptoms of the same kind, it was time extravagant kind. She wore her pin- to look into the matter.
There were ball and scissors dangling at her side by some strong arguments used by the more a massy silver chain, and her square buc- intelligent and candid against her being kles contained more silver than any other an actual witch. It was said by every lady's in the colony. The shortness of one who had deeply studied the subject, her petticoats excited much indignation that the abominable and damnable sin,
of witchcraft was wholly confined to ugly out observation, her favorite haunts were old women, whose faces were wrinkled soon discovered. It was said she was
often seen vibrating on a broomstick in rheumatism, and whose steps were tot the air between East and West Rocks, tering from debility. Now it could not and alighting alternately on each; and be denied that Ann was fair to look upon, that, though the latter was a perpendiher complexion as smooth as marble, and cular cliff, rising three hundred feet, her step as firm and elastic as that of a she would run up that, or the side of a mountain deer. Possibly these favor. house with the greatest ease. It was able circumstances might have acquitted also said that she was once seen standing her in the eyes of the venerable magis on the top of this tremendous rock, and trates and divines of Salem; but they did that somebody fired at her and she sunk not at all meliorate the feelings of the down into the earth. It was supposed mothers and daughters at New Haven, she was laid for one while, when, to their who sat in judgment upon poor Ann. horror, they saw her a few hours after
They unanimously pronounced that she wards looking as bright and as happy as was a sorceress, and that her beauty was ever. Wherever she walked she found nothing but a mask, and if it were strip- her path impeded by broomsticks and ped off, she would be ugly and old enough horseshoes, and, though she skipped over to excite the indignation of any magis- them good humoredly, it was confidently trate in New England, or even Cotton asserted that she was always stopped by Mather himself. At any rate the effect their infallible power. she produced began to excite serious About this time, new accounts arrived alarm.
of the wonder-working providence of At this time there lived at New Haven God in detecting the witches in various a very excellent, good hearted woman, parts of New England.' It was thought by the name of Eyers. She had heard by many people a disgrace to New Haall these stories of Ann, and not being ven that it had not signalized itself in a full believer in witches, had a laudable this business, and Ann was more closely curiosity to behold one. Accordingly inspected than ever. At length it was she sent for her to come and see her; actually discovered, that she was often when, strange to say, after a few hours' met by a mysterious looking personage, conversation, she became apparently un- who shuffled along as if he had a cloven der the influence of her spells, and used foot, and some averred that they had to invite her to make long visits at her positively seen it. It was easy now to house.
account for her strange languages. It could not be expected that things There could be no doubt but this myswould be suffered to go on in this way, terious being was Beelzebub himself, and, accordingly, a warrant was issued and there were various conjectures upon for apprehending Ann Jones accused of the nature of their connexion. Some the abominable and damnable sin of supposed she had made a league with witchcraft.' She was arrested and thrown him and signed the bond with her blood; into prison. But as the judges were that he had supplied her with her buc. not so expert and so much practised in kles, and was finally to be rewarded with finding out witches as in Salem, and as her immortal soul. Others supposed nobody appeared against her but a few she was his wife and coadjutor with him. girls of her own age, and half a dozen It was not however till some months children who said she had come to them after she had been seen with this mysunder the shape of a black cat, the ma- terious personage that the worst suspigistrates were unwise enough to dismiss cions were realized. Mrs. Eyers' kitchen her. This acquittal, however, did not was situated on the street. The windows release Ann from suspicion. It grew were low and it was an edifying sight to stronger than ever. She had always look into them. The dressers and shelves from her childhood loved to wander over were garnished with bright pewter plates, hills and valleys. She was healthy and standing on their edges, and peeping robust, and never hesitated to take her through rows of tin saucepans, dippers, walks because the wind blew, or the sky and skimmers, that hung suspended from lowered. With her little red cloak wrap- the shelves, while a shining brass warmped round her, and her gay and happy ing pan and chaffing dish garnished the face peeping from the hood, she braved wainscot. A woman happening to pass every element. As she grew older she by, cast her eye with a little maidenly still preserved her taste for rambling, curiosity into the kitchen, and beheld and, as she could now go nowhere with. Ann Jones sitting there and conversing