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by the fear that he might arrive too late to receive his brother's last breath, and some token of his repentance.

The streets were almost deserted; but a few drunken wretches, who had been ejected from the taverns with which that execrable neighbourhood abounds, were reeling along, or supporting themselves by the posts, while they heaped their foul abuse on the watchman or the casual passenger. They passed through it all, and Harvey soon found himself in the dingy, squalid, and gloomy region of St. Giles's, the very name of which is synonymous with beggary and crime.

The street in which they now stood was very dark, for gas light was not then adopted; and Harvey began to hesitate, eyed his conductor, slackened his pace, and at length stood still.

"Oh! you need n't be afeard, sir," said the man, divining the reason of his halt, “ they are very poor people where your brother is, but they 're as honest as the day."

Harvey thought it might be otherwise; but he had gone too far to turn back, so he determined to put a bold face upon the matter. "Go on, my friend," said he, and they again proceeded onward. Suddenly his guide entered a dark alley, and our bachelor, shuddering, heard him give a low whistle.

A door was opened by an old hag, grimy and ugly, and Harvey and his guide entered. The house was a large one, and perhaps had been tenanted by some person of fortune in earlier days, when the neighbourhood had not become celebrated. It appeared to be occupied by several families, but the kitchen into which they now descended was filled with a strange company. The worst fears shook the frame of the unwelcome visitant, who would have retreated, but his guide took him rudely by the shoulders, and thrust him into the room. Then the truth flashed upon the mind of our bachelor, and he wish. ed himself in any place except that in which he now stood.

Round a great table, upon which, stuck up in their own grease, flared three or four large candles, sat about two dozen male and female wretches, of the most forbidding aspect, singing, talking, swearing, quarrelling, playing at cards, smoking, eating, and drinking. As an accompaniment to these sounds, a Scotch bagpiper was squeezing out his diabolical music; above which sounded the screaming of a cracked flute. The fume of bread and cheese and onions,

and tobacco smoke, was overpowering, and an old woman at a large fire was frying some apocryphal compound resembling forced-meat balls, which added to the horrible din.

As soon as these worthies espied Harvey, the bagpipe and the flute were hushed, and a loud laugh of derision greeted the poor fellow, who was horribly alarmed.

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'Well, I'm blowed if we hav'n't done the lawyer's clerk," cried a rascal with a wooden leg,—“ shove him this way, Tim, and let's look at his leg."

Whereupon an athletic Irishman, with a short pipe in his mouth, advanced and made their victim approach the table— "It's a nice gintale young man ye are," said he, giving him a slap on the back which shook his hat from his head, upon which a greasy tattered woman's bonnet was immediately placed by another of the company. This caused another yell of laughter, in which Harvey did not join.

"Gentlemen," said he, (and here he could not help smiling), "what have I done to be treated in this manner? Is there one of ye whom I have ever offended? If you want money, you shall have all I have got about me," and he accordingly emptied his pockets on the table.

Sundry pairs of dirty hands were stretched out to grasp the coin, when the fellow with the wooden leg seized a large knife.

"Let the blunt alone!" cried he, fiercely: "I'll spoil the first mawly that's laid upon it-You, Tim Donavan, sit down-Here, young man, take a sip:" and he proffered a quart pot to Harvey, to whom, however, the smell was enough.

"What! won't you drink with us?" said the ruffian, perceiving his grimace at the abominable compound of gin and beer.

"I am not thirsty," was the reply. "Ho! ho!" shouted the gang, "peel him, peel him!" and they accordingly began to strip the poor fellow of his clothes.

Harvey still held the quart pot, and finding his case desperate in the hands of such wretches, he was about to com mence an assault and battery upon the sinister features around him, when one of the gang, a fellow who swept the crossing at the Temple-gate in Fleetstreet, and to whom Harvey had often given a penny, whispered in his ear

"Give way to 'em, master," said he;

"and let 'em have your toggery, or they'll cut your throat as sure as Newgate.'

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"You be d-d," said a she-devil, who overheard this advice; "get out of the vay, Bill Ivans-there's no call to hurt the lad, but I vant a good vipe."

And she thrust her hand into our bachelor's pocket, and extracted his handkerchief in a trice.

“I'll have his upper benjamin,” cried the fellow with the wooden leg; and in a few minutes Harvey was deprived of every thing except his pantaloons, stockings, and boots.

They would have had the pantaloons, after taking his boots and stockings, but they were much the worse for

wear.

"The kickseys are too seedy!" roared a one-eyed rogue, as he felt the napless inexpressibles -"I vont have 'em!"

Giles's friends, but the words of the street-sweeper restrained him-he could not criminate his brother.

Poor Harvey is now under the broiling sun of India, beyond the reach of his unnatural relative, who has probably by this time visited the colonies. E. F.

A POET'S MUSINGS. (For the Parterre).

"Look within

This dark enchanted mirror, thou shalt see What the green laurel hides."

My heart has poured its treasures forth
Too wild and free;
The broken urn is all that now
Is left to me;
And wither'd leaves, and ashes dark
As my despair,

Are all that shew there has been light
And perfume there.

Just at that moment the old woman, who acted as porteress, popped her head in at the door, and called out in a shrill My soul's bright hopes! how glorious

voice" The traps! the traps!"..

The effect was magical. The lights were instantly extinguished, and the whole group were in dismay: a dirty ragged great coat was thrown over the shoulders of our bachelor by the streetsweeper, who took the opportunity of hurrying him out of the place.

As they reached the street the sweeper said, "This wouldn't have happened, if it hadn't been for your brother, sir."

He disappeared in a twinkling, and Harvey fled from the spot with the speed of the wind. As he passed through several dark courts and alleys, the cause of the confusion was explained; the Bow-street officers were in search of a denounced burglar, and the whole neighbourhood was in commotion.

"The beaks have offered a reward of a hundred pounds," said an old woman at a window, to her neighbour opposite, who replied

66 Ay, ay, he'll be scragged for it, I dare say."

"The devil scrag the whole neighbourhood, if scragging means hanging or burning," exclaimed Harvey between his chattering teeth.

He reached home half dead with fatigue and terror, and succeeded, with some difficulty, in establishing his identity. When I heard his story I could not refrain from laughing heartily, in which the good-natured fellow joined. He would, no doubt, have consulted the magistrates on the subject of his St.

once

Did ye not seem?
Alas! how fearful 't is to wake

From such a dream:
The bitterness of death is there-
Oh, idol fame!
Thy martyrs perish in the hope
To win a name.

Renowned in future ages, far

Above their lot— They mingle with the unnumber'd dead, And are forgot!

Or, if some wild and thrilling lay

Survives their fate,
Men wonder who has framed a song
So passionate,

And offer (what he sought in vain)
A POET'S FAME,

But where is he?-unknown he died,
Without a name!-
They have no record of his fate:

Perchance he bore
Scorn-hunger-madness: all is past-
He IS NO MORE!
And I, what have I won, for all
The sacrifice
Of feelings, pure as the first spring
In Paradise?

A shadowy name, untimely traced

In Passion's pageA heart grown old in youth, and cold

As frozen age:

Oh wild, ambitious heart! thy hopes
Have perished long,

What hast thou more to dedicate

To fame or song?
E. S. CRAVEN.

THE HEROINE OF THE TYROL.

A STORY FOUNDED ON FACT.

My regiment was quartered in the ancient town of Trent, from the year 1806, when the Tyrol was annexed to the realm of Bavaria, until 1809; and the latter part of this period will ever exist in my recollection, as the most eventful epoch I have hitherto encountered.

The Bavarian sway, as is well known, was exceedingly unpopular throughout the newly-incorporated country; and, in consequence, our sojourn was none of the pleasantest: in fact, for a long time we were sedulously cut by the inhabitants of Trent and its neighbourhood; and when at length they condescended to notice us at all, it was most frequently to pick a quarrel, and to shew their teeth at least, if they dared not bite.

It will readily be imagined, that this state of things was particularly irksome to a party chiefly consisting of young officers eager in the pursuit of diversion, and wearied with the monotony of a garrison life. We were compelled to contract our enjoyments within a very narrow circle, which almost prohibited the chance of variety; when, one evening, after a jovial mess, it was proposed by two or three of the most volatile amongst us, that we should, at any risk, assist at a soirée which we had heard was to be given the same night, at a mansion within a mile or two of the town. mad-headed project was adopted--despite the remonstrances of the more sober and reflecting of our cloth-by myself and some half dozen other swaggering, or rather staggering youths, who modestly deemed themselves the élite of his Bavarian Majesty's regiment of light dragoons.

This

Amidst continued and boisterous merriment at the idea of a Tyrolese assemblée, we pursued our route, and reaching the château, penetrated, ere the wonderstricken domestic had time to announce us, into the principal salon, which to our surprise, was filled with a company apparently as well-dressed and well-bred as might on an average be found at the conversazioni of Munich itself. Our sudden and unexpected presence seemed to paralyze the whole assemblage; and many eyes were turned upon us as glaring as those of Tybalt at the intrusion of the hostile Montagues. As in that instance, however, so now, the host-a benevolent and sensible man-betook himself to soften matters; and politely advancing, both welcomed and invited us to sit,

We had prepared ourselves for every circumstance save one-which one was precisely that I have just related. We should infallibly, flushed as we were with wine, have persisted in exchanging some chit-chat with the country belles, even had we been subsequently obliged to retreat, sword in hand, to our quarters. But thus received by the master of the house, our heroism fell fruitless, and we certainly cut but a sorry figure: it was fortunate that one of our party possessed presence of mind enough to extricate himself and comrades from so embarrassing a dilemma.

In candid terms, he begged pardon of the host for our unauthorized and unmannerly intrusion; pleaded, in excuse, the miserable monotony of our quarters; appealed to the ladies indulgently to step forward as peacemakers between us and their male friends; and, in short, succeeded in placing all parties finally on easy and good-humoured terms.

Amongst the numerous damsels present, one in particular attracted and fixed my notice. She was very young but her whole contour, and the sweet intellectuality of her countenance, impelled me to devote to her my entire attention; nor did the fair Dorothea-for I found she was so called-seem disposed to repel these advances. In fact, the whole of the company grew more and more sociable, with one solitary exception-that of an individual called Rusen, whose dark complexion and wily features looked more Italian than German, and formed a striking contrast to the smiling, sunny aspect of Dorothea. It was indeed difficult to imagine that anything could exist in common between two persons apparently so opposite; but I observed that in proportion to the increase of my familiarity with the latter, the sinister countenance of Rusen waxed more and more gloomy.

The lady evidently remarked this change; and when it became so palpable as not to be mistaken, she made up to him, and tried sundry little arts and enticements to win him back to complacency. This undoubtedly looked like love; and the strange suspicion was confirmed by a bystander, who, on the young lady's quitting my neighbourhood, laughingly said, "Take heed; you will incur the vengeance of Rusen, who is a scheming sort of fellow, if you continue to flirt with his betrothed." The words sounded unaccountably; for even at that moment, as I gazed on the pair, her anxious, agitated manner bore rather the semblance

of fear than affection. Indeed, from a feeling I could scarcely define, I resolved that this alleged contract should not prevent my offering to escort the fair one home-which, when the hour of separation arrived, I accordingly took occasion to do. She declined the offer with a bland smile. I did not press it, under the circumstances, but turned away to saunter once more through the rooms. On returning however toward the spot, my surprise was great to see Dorothea still seated there, alone, and apparently much chagrined. "Captain," said she as I approached, and striving to assume a tone of gaiety, "I fear you will accuse me of caprice, but were your offer now repeated, I should accept it." Of course I lost no time in profiting by this alteration; and having summoned Dorothea's attendant, we at once set forward for her home, which I understood to be at some little distance on the Botzen road.

The night was dark and the streets deserted. The domestic preceded us with a torch, and by its rays I could perceive that my companion's features were thoughtful and abstracted. To all my efforts to engage her in conversation, she answered by monosyllables; until at length she suddenly exclaimed, "Captain Lieber, I am now near home, and have no further cause to dread interruption or molestation. You, on the contrary, being unfortunately a Bavarian," (and I thought I could detect a sigh as she spoke), "are obnoxious to many around Í entreat you, therefore, to return to your quarters: do so as expeditiously and quietly as may be, and forget a weakness which has possibly caused me to lead you into peril." She uttered these words, though whisperingly, with much earnestness; and, as if to give them greater force, at the same time pressed my arm with fervour. That pressure thrilled through my heart; but its effect was different from what she had intended, for I was the more determined to escort her safely to her door.

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On reaching the château, we found it enveloped in darkness and silence, but Dorothea having knocked at a window, it was gently opened, and after a moment's whispering, a large cloak and slouched hat were handed out to her. "Take these," said she to me, "disguise may now be necessary. They will serve to conceal your uniform and your cap." "What dread you then?" I inquired, somewhat startled. "We Bavarians and the Tyrolese now form one people: we are not at war with each other, and even

the peasantry will soon become friendly to a government which requires nothing but order and submission to lawful power."

"Lawful power," responded the lovely rebel, "can proceed neither from the sword nor pen-from the issue of battles nor negociations of peace."

"From whence, then, does it proceed?"

"From the will of the people. But I must not argue with you," pursued she, smiling; "all I seek just now is a sound night's repose, which I am sure you will not, by neglecting my caution, deprive me of."

By way of answer, I enveloped myself in the ample folds of the mantle. I raised her delicate little hands to my lips; and, tempted by her acquiescence, exclaimed, “You are obeyed; but ere I go, dear Dorothea, tell me—are you indeed betrothed to that gloomy-looking

Rusen ?"

"Yes-no!" replied she, and rushing into the house, put a stop to all further communication.

Transported with an indistinct emotion of hope, I quitted the dwelling of the lovely Tyrolese, and commenced my journey homewards. For awhile my imagination wandered into all sorts of delightful prospects for the future, until the obscurity of the path recalled me to the passing moment. I fancied that, through the prevailing gloom, I could distinguish, in the distance, the faint lights of the little town of Trent; and thus encouraged, was walking briskly onward, when my progress was arrested by coming close upon a human figure, apparently mantled like myself, and gliding forwards with noiseless steps. Whilst listening for some signs of life from this object, it suddenly disappeared. I paused in surprise; and a moment after, a voice behind me murmured softly, "Is it time?" Instinctively disguising my tones, I replied, "Time to be snug in bed, friend;" on which the challenger, as if mistaken in the party he had addressed, without another word retired.

There was something about this circumstance, coupled with the preceding ones, that I did not altogether likeparticularly as I thought I recognized, in the voice I had just heard, that of Rusen. Grasping the hilt of my sabre, I struck out of the main road, and took a bye-path, which, at the expense of a little détour, might, I conceived, save me from the hazard of being waylaid. This path led through some conventual ruins,

and I resolved, on reaching them, to play the sentinel for a few minutes, and reconnoitre before I penetrated further into the valley before me. I threaded my way among the rotting walls cautiously and in silence--and it was well I did so, or I should have stumbled right upon a man, who, with folded arms, was leaning against a parapet. He must have been dozing, for the next moment he started at the voice of a person (who approached from another quarter) uttering the question I had before heard, "Is it time?" The voice was certainly Rusen's, and his interlocutor answered with the word, "Salurn!"

"Has he passed you?" inquired Rusen.

"No: not a mouse could have gone by me unobserved," rejoined the watchful sentinel, "much less an accursed Bavarian."

"Come back with me then to the high road, and we will go onward, for he cannot be much longer, and the more distant we are from the town, the better."

"The conspirators (whose purpose was now evident) retired, and as soon as their footsteps grew faint in the distance, I emerged from the friendly buttress which had concealed me, and hastened, with returning confidence, to my quarters.

On inquiry, next morning, I learnt that Rusen was a native of Verona, but possessed of great property and influence in the neighbourhood of Botzen. He was considered as the accepted lover of Dorothea, who however, it was generally suspected, in receiving his addresses, was swayed more by political motives than the hope of connubial happiness. This remarkable young creature, at that time just budding forth a delicate and fragile maiden, had distinguished herself three years previously, when her country fell into the hands of Bavaria, by her ingenuity in suggesting continual obstacles to the domination of the Bavarian government. Yet, urged by my hopes, I could not help imagining (from the interest she took in my preservation) that her hostility to my native land was either decreased, or had been exaggerated.

Some time elapsed, after these occurrences, ere I could again obtain an interview with Dorothea. Meanwhile, I one evening received orders to escort with my troop a supply of money to Bot

zen.

As I must pass her father's château on the route, I resolved at all hazards to attempt to see the object of so many both of my waking and sleeping thoughts. I therefore gave instructions to my lieutenant to await me at a village a little

further on, and dismounting, struck into a circuitous path which led to the halldoor of the mansion. Finding this open, I was in the act of presenting myself unannounced in the parlour, when I was fixed to the spot by the startling voice of Rusen. "To-morrow night, then!" he exclaimed to some other person in the apartment, "to-morrow night, in the Salurn Castle!"

"Agreed!-but stay-hear me !" and I recognized the tones of Dorothea.

I recollect not the precise train of thoughts that whirled through my brain

there was something of jealousy-of disappointment-of indignation; when my consciousness flowed again in a clear stream, I found myself in full gallop after my troop in advance.

Upon our return the following afternoon, I shifted the quarters of my company to the village Salurn, and having seen both men and horses properly billeted, crossed, towards twilight, a wild and terrific chasm, forming one of the natural defences of the ruined castle which towered high over-head, its turrets glowing with the rays of the setting sun, whilst beneath all was quickly becoming immersed in gloom. Having never beheld these majestic remains at so favourable a moment, I was for some time absorbed by the contemplation. From this reverie, however, I was aroused by the sudden appparition of a young mountaineer, who leapt from crag to crag with inconceivable agility. avoid any risk of insult from the peasantry, I had laid aside my regimental dress, and therefore watched the boy's progress, heedless whether or not he should be followed by a train. He passed swiftly as the wind, but in passing threw toward me a scrap of paper, which he took from a small basket on his arm.. I eagerly examined it, but found nothing more than the enigmatical words-"'Tis time!"

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I turned over and over in my mind the probable meaning of these emphatic syllables. Their reference to Rusen's mysterious question was palpable; but what did both conjointly imply? Although the Tyrolese were known to be generally disaffected to their existing rulers, yet no evidences had been given of open and organized hostility. It is true-for my suspicions now aggravated every occurrence I could not throughly explainthat I had latterly observed several groups of persons engaged in close and anxious conversation; and, in one instance, saw a considerable body of men fixing their eyes intently on the summit of Salurn Castle; but these words were vague cir

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