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rate love, “all things both great and introduce the company, they had brought small,” even that smallest of things, his the tea-slopping to a termination; and rival, Thomas Maximilian Potts, tobac- the weak, washy, warm-water impleconist.

ments being removed, the conversation, Smith (the eminent biscuit-baker) was under the cheering influence of Julia's exactly the reverse of Fish in personal eyes, became brisk and animated. True, endowments. He was a short, pursy Master Francis said little, rose suddenly man, “ scant of breath,” and as fat as a from his chair, sat suddenly down again, dodo. *

In venturing a wager on which crossed, uncrossed, and recrossed his legs, of the various disorders flesh is heir to, regulated the fire and candles, patted the was eventually the most likely to termi- poodle, and performed all those evolu.. nate the career of Mr. Smith, you tions proper to people not over and above might have backed apoplexy against the comfortable; but Fish, who was deeply field. He was a man of few words; scientific, lectured away most innocently indeed his conversational powers were to Julia about sulphur-baths, medicinal limited, in consequence of having devot- springs, gases—oxygen, hydrogen, and ed his faculties early in life solely to the nitrogen-acids, alkalies, and so on to absorbing study of biscuit-baking, by the end of the chapter; while Potts, who which he had made a fortune. He had was a kind of literary creature, being a no thirst for knowledge or information, soiler of commonplace-books, a scribbler or indeed any thing, excepting punch; of patriotic paragraphs, and president of so that he did little else than saunter a debating nuisance, kept chattering away about the doors in fine weather; doze by at an amazing rate about Byron, Scott, the fire in foul, smoke, tipple, read the Shakspeare, and the Ladies' Magazine. newspapers, and give his assent to what- Julia sat in the middle, listening comever Julia proposed.

placently, dividing her smiles equally, Julia herself was as merry, hearty, and occasionally inquiring of Francis “if pretty a little girl as a reasonable man there was any thing the matter with could desire, with cherry cheeks, fair him?” complexion, hazel eyes, auburn hair, ten But the conversation, from literary and thousand pounds, and the sweetest little scientific, suddenly took a personal turn. mouth in the town. She was of the Fish had inadvertently made some dismiddle height, neatly moulded, of a com- paraging allusion to littleness as connectfortable plumpness, yet without inherit- ed with the human form, whereupon ing from her father the slightest tendency Maximilian became wroth and indignant to undue obesity. Pleasant in manner, exceedingly. He proceeded to assert cheerful in temper, quick-witted, light- that there had never been a lengthy poet, hearted, and of the loving and lovable painter, player, or even warrior, of any age of nineteen, it was altogether a eminence (he was a little ill-informed shame that Miss Julia Smith continued wretch, that Potts, Miss Julia Smith. Whether she had

“ Brisk as a flea, and ignorant as dirt") ultimately to become Potts or Fish—but it is wrong to anticipate.

—that extraordinary height, in fact, deHer cousin, Frank Lumley, was, as

based the intellectual faculties—that all has already been observed, a good-look- great men, from Alexander to himself, ing, good-hearted, frank, spirited young had been little ones—winding up, in a fellow, whom everybody liked, and yet magnificent manner, with that quotation whom every body prophesied would never which every man under five feet four do good, in consequence of a singular inches, has at his tongue's enddeficiency in his intellectual qualifica- “ Were I as tall to reach the pole, tions, namely, an utter inability to cal- Or grasp the ocean in a span ; culate the value of money, although

I'd still be measured by my soul,

The mind's the standard of the man!” clerk to his uncle the rich banker, who prudently kept Master Frank's salary as This furious piece of declamation was low as possible, on the ground that there followed by an indescribable sound bewould be “the less thrown away.” Poor tween a groan and a grumble from the was Frank, and poor was he likely to eminent and recumbent biscuit-baker, remain; a circumstance, however, which who arose from his chair, shook himself, did not seem to give him the slightest inquired the clock, said he felt inclined uneasiness.

to sleep, (he had done nothing else for In far less time than it has taken to the last three hours), wished the com

pany a good night, and waddled off to * Vide Buffon's Nat. Hist.


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Mr. Lumley also shewed an inclina- wounded, self-conceited, and concentration to depart, and Fish and Potts re- ted indignation were a few of them. He luctantly followed his example. Julia raised his arm slowly, and pointed imcondescendingly volunteered to shew them pressively to the skies, as much as to say, the door herself.

** There are your deceits and perjuries “Good night, Miss Smith,” said Fish, registered.” Julia instinctively looked with a mournfully tender inflexion of the up, when lo! high above her, but voice, at the same time stretching forth distinctly visible, she beheld the rueful, his ponderous paw to perform the opera- lugubrious physiognomy of Fish, bent tion of shaking.

reproachfully, though more in sorrow “ Good night, Mr. Fish,” kindly re- than in anger," upon her. It was too sponded Julia, placing her small, delicate much. She hastened forward, and, withhand in some part of his.

out venturing another glance, entered But Potts parted not so prosaically. the carriage. Frank, who appeared most “ Farewell, Julia,” he muttered, in an insultingly happy, bowed to each of the impudent under-tone

gentlemen, and followed his fair bride. “ Farewell ! a word that has been and must be, The door closed, the driver mounted, the A sound that makes us linger-yet farewell !” little boys clustered round the gates

“Bless me,” quoth Frank, “I have volunteered three cheers, and away drove forgotten my gloves-how unfortunate !” the new-married pair.

Very,” said Julia, as she closed the Fish stood as one entranced, until the door after Fish and Potts, and followed last rattle of the wheels died upon his ear. Frank up-stairs to look for the gloves. He then buttoned his coat, let his hands

fall to the bottom of his trowsers-pockets, Brightly and beautifully shone the sun and stalked solemnly homewards. When on the ensuing morning. Mild and arrived there, he shut up his shop, retired balmy was the air, blue and serene the to his private apartments, closed the winsky, and a universal harmony and cheer- dow-blinds, sat down by the fire, and fulness seem to pervade all nature. In sought and found relief in a flood of tears. a neat little church, a short distance Potts, who was of a more fiery tempefrom the town before alluded to, the bells rament, scorned to wet an eyelid. He were ringing merrily to and fro in conse- strutted away, no one knew whither quence of the great heiress Miss Smith but late in the evening of that eventful having that morning, as the old spinsters day, he was discovered in a state of insenof the district said, “thrown herself away sibility at a small blind tavern in the neighon handsome Frank Lumley, at the same bourhood, with the trivial remains of the time jilting" (as they alleged) “Mr. seventh tumbler of brandy and water bePotts who had an excellent business, and fore him. On the table lay a loaded pisMr. Fish who had a better.” Be that as tol, and from his waistcoat portruded an it might. Lovely looked the little rural unfinished “Ode to Despair,” all about church-yard of which we are speaking Tartarus, Tantalus, Tisiphone, and other

- lovely looked it, cheerful, almost gay. cramped classicalities. They carried the The vocalists of the spring, unconscious little fellow home, put him to bed, and of the solemnity of the place, sent forth left him to sleep off his love and liquor at a continuous stream of rich and merry his leisure. music from every bush and tree with “ But what of that little flirt, Julia ?” which it was adorned; there was a mur

exclaims some maid of many years.mur of music in the mild and myriad- Why, what of her ? What have I to do peopled air, and there was most exquisite with her misdemeanours ? I am not music in the gentle rustle of the bride's bound to follow the prescribed fashion of white satin dress as she tripped timidly manufacturing immaculate heroines. I down the narrow church-yard path to

describe Miss Smith as I knew her. She wards the carriage at the gates, which might have a slight shade of coquetry in was waiting to bear her away to purling her composition, but it was very slight; streams and pastures green, for the allot- and then she was an only child, a beauty, ted month of honey.

and an heiress. Not that Potts is to be How quick flies evil tidings to those adduced as any proof against her, for he concerned! As she walked along with was one of those presumptuous varlets her eyes modestly bent downwards, they that can extract meanings flattering to rested, quite unexpectedly, on the per- their vanity from the commonest civiliturbed visage of Mr. Potts. Manifold ties; but Fish—the meek, the modest, were the emotions depicted therein— the unobtrusive. Yes, she must in sport wrath, disappointment, affected disdain, have angled for Fish. Some tempting

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bait or other must have been mirthfully may be perverse or feeble. But they thrown out. Perchance she was tickled have the material of greatness in their with the idea of catching so very extra- frame, and we shall yet see Greece reordinary and altogether unmatchable a ascending to her old pre-eminence, and lover. After she had caught him, there is shining out among the intellectual splena good deal to be said in her favour for dours of the world. not gratifying the expectations she had raised. Think of such a man in any. There is no labour more destructive to household or domestic arrangement she health than that of periodical literature; might picture to herself—it' was ludi- and in no species of mental application,

or even of "manual employment, is the Or imagine Fish in his night-cap. wear and tear of a body so early,so severely What a shock it must have given to all felt. The readers of those light articles poor Julia's notions of the sublime and which appear to cost so little labour in the beautiful.

various publications of the day, are little No, there is much to be pleaded in ex- aware how many constitutions are broken tenuation.

down in the service of their literary taste.'




If the" whirligig of time brings round There is something very delightful in its revenges," it also brings about its re- turning from the unquietness and agitaconciliations. I know not precisely how tion, the fever, the ambition, the harsh matters came about, but this I do know and worldly realities of man's character,

that Frank invariably purchased his to the gentle and deep recesses of wobrown rappee at the shop of Mr. Potts; man's more secret heart. Within her and that early in the ensuing year Fish musings is a realm of haunted and fairy stood as sponsor to a fine chubby boy, the thought, to which the things of this turfirst-born of Mr. and Mrs. Lumley. bid and troubled life have no entrance.

What to her are the changes of state, MISCELLANIES.

the rivalries and contentions which form the staple of our existence? For her

there is an intense and fond philosophy, The modern Greek may have been before whose eye substances fit and fade found corrupt, profligate, unsteady to his like shadows, and shadows grow glowobligations, and treacherous in the coun- ingly into truth. The soul's creations cil and the field. But when was the are not as the moving and mortal images slave, high-minded, heroic, or pure? seen in the common day; they are things, The weight of the fetter has withered like spirits steeped in the dim moonlight, away the nerve. The very air of the heard when all else are still, and busy dungeon has stamped its tint upon the when earth's tabourers are at rest! They features. The perpetual presence of are tyranny has taught him the perpetual

- Such stuff subterfuges of deceit. But a new gene

As dreams are made of, and their little ration are rapidly rising up. The old

life will soon have gone down to the grave; Is rounded by a sleep.” with their fears, their sufferings, and their vices: the new will be free; and This is the real and uncentred poetry there is in freedom a noble pledge for of being, which pervades and surrounds the purification of a people. The eyes her as with an air—which peoples her of Europe will be on them; every nation visions and animates her love-which feeling an almost personal interest in shrinks from earth into itself, and finds the progress of a young power, placed marvel and meditation in all that it in the centre of Europe, as if for the beholds within--and which spreads even purpose of a common centre of the great over the heaven, in whose faith she so operations and renovating influence of ardently believes, the mystery and the all. It inhabits a glorious region; of tenderness of romance. whose renown, even the debasement of a thousand years has not been able to A man who passes through life without disinherit the Greek. There is more of marrying, is like a fair mansion left by the original blood, of the ancient lan. the builder unfinished. The half that guage, of the national manners, and of is completed runs to decay from neglect, the ancestral character, preserved in or becomes at best but a sorry teneGreece, than in any other nation upon ment, wanting the addition of that which earth. The first efforts of such a people makes the whole useful.


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want of hereditary honours. Indignant & German Legend.

at being rejected on such a flimsy preju

dice, and feeling as high a blood in his EY THE AUTHOR OF THE EXPOSITION veins as any noble of Germany could OF THE FALSE MEDIUM," &c. boast of—or their ancestors either, what(For the Parterre).

ever their rusty shields might contain
he rode off hastily one morning, and

insisted upon a fair hearing on the subTHERE lived in Germany many years ject. In the course of the interview he ago, a nobleman of a proud and daring talked to the Baron in so spirited and spirit, to which, indeed, he chiefly owed lofty a strain, not unmingled with cerhis titles and estates, neither having been tain very intelligible hints of feudal warhereditary. The great success that had fare, that the former was fain to declare hitherto attended all his efforts increased himself convinced of the right he laid the confidence, which was strong in him claim to of being himself the founder of by nature, till he thought that nothing a name and honours, and forthwith recould withstand him. Be it what it ferred him to his daughter. might, he believed that if he set his will He sought the fair Edith; but how upon obtaining it he could not fail; and grievous was his fresh disappointment ! the accomplishment of his will seemed She declined his hand in the most to him its justification in all cases. decisive manner; and to add to his mor

The wars being now over for a time, tification, informed him when he subCount Wolmar went to dwell in the re- sequently pressed his suit, that her tirement of a large chateau, and ere affections were already engaged to anlong fell in love with the beautiful daugh- other. ter of a neighbouring baron of ancient Count Wolmar knew not how to brook ancestry. To his great mortification the this refusal, especially as he could not baron declined his proposals, and he was discover who was her favoured lover; the not slow in discovering that the objec- old baron affirming that he had pledged tion to an alliance was founded on his his word not to name him at present,

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and the lady refusing to answer any Wolmar mounted his steed, and rode off questions on the subject. The idea of unattended to ascertain the exact truth returning to the capital, and losing in of this news from the parties themselves. the dissipation and frivolities of the It was dark when he arrived in front of court, the galling sense of his rejection, the gates, and the porter refused to adoccurred to his mind; but previous cira mit him. He demanded an audience cumstances made him averse to shew with the Baron, stating who he was. himself among a class of courtiers and The porter remained obdurate. nominal warriors, the greater part of quested to see the lady Edith, but with whom he held in utter disdain. This no better success. feeling may be accounted for without “Say then,” said he fiercely, “that difficulty. Independent, however, of the Count Wolmar would speak a few words imbecility and fawning meanness of most with the noble who arrived here this of those who hover round princes, Wol- evening.” mar had a personal cause of grievance, Nay, my lord,” answered the porwhich we will briefly explain.

ter, “it cannot be.” A young officer, named Von Deutz- “ Villain!” exclaimed Wolmar, " by berg, had served in the wars under the whose orders am I treated with this command of Wolmar. He was of very cowardly insolence?” high family, and a younger brother of “ By the express orders of the noble the Prince of G*** had recently mar- warrior who is to marry the lady Edith.” ried his sister. Von Deutzberg was one - And his name?” of those individuals who possess no par

“ The most noble Baron Von Deutzticular character, and upon whom the berg." title of “insignificance” is often con- “ Bear this message to him!” shouted ferred by nature, in about the same Wolmar; and he furiously dashed his munificent degree that circumstance glove in the porter's face. confers estates to support it. A few The two greatest mortifications of days before the last battle, which de- Wolmar's life being thus suddenly cided the contest between the adverse brought with united force upon him, powers, an express arrived from the

as centred in the same individual, his Prince, nominating Baron Von Deutz- exasperation against Von Deutzberg berg to the chief command of the army. knew no bounds. He passed the whole The indignation of Wolmar was exces- night in riding round the walls of the

but affairs were now at a crisis, chateau, or up to an eminence that and he could not do otherwise than sub- commanded an entire view of it below, mit. By adopting all the plans which and seated thus on his steed he longed had been previously arranged by Wol- for the power of some god or dæmon, mar, and appointing him to execute that swift lightning might follow the dithem in person, a signal victory was rection of his threatening hand ! gained, and the fame of Von Deutz- While the wish still yearned in his berg echoed throughout Germany. The heart, the sky gradually darkened, and proud spirit of Wolmar chafed at the a sudden peal of thunder, as of the blastinjustice; but disdaining to claim the ing of rocks, burst open the rugged honour of the success, which might sub- clouds, and for an instant he saw the ject him at best to share only with arrowy bolt rush down and play round heraldic impotence, he speedily retired the turrets of the chateau, as though from the court, and betook himself in wantoning in the power of revenge; gloomy scorn to his chateau. It was thus embodying his present thoughts. here that he thought to solace his galled The lightning did not however strike feelings in the constant society of a the towers, but cut its way downward beautiful woman, and we have seen how into the earth, and all again was dark he was disappointed.

and silent. One evening as he was roving in a As the day dawned, Wolmar rode dissatisfied mood through a wood ad- several times in front of the gates of the joining his chateau, a confidential vassal chateau, to see if any notice would be came hastily to inform him that a taken by Von Deutzberg of the defiance stranger, apparently of high station, which he had given in so insulting a with a large train of followers, had just manner.

He then retired some disarrived at the castle of the old Baron, tance, unwillingly and slow. Seated and that it was every where said he was immovable upon his steed, he remained the accepted lover of the lady Edith. for a long time fixed on the hill opposite Without a moment's hesitation, Count the gates ; but as nobody approached


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