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fessed that with the same views of social evil, he had world, and reformed it. He made war on the error, been no self-indulgent Horn, but an unwearied benefwtor but not on the erring. Pity that there are not a few of his kind. Yot they were unwilling to give up the more Engelberts in the world! But the greater part cause, but defended Morn, as Rosseau has beed defended, of our world reformers like the theory far better than on the score of the excessive susceptibility of his temper. the practice. They can eulogise virtue freely, but have

“ To speak more plainly, he was a vain man, or, as the no courage for the practice of it. They are themselves phrenologists would say, his approbativeness was strongly tettered by the very follies and prejudices against which developed”, said Von Krachen smiling. “ llence he was they cry out so lustily. They are weaklings without easily deceived, and the often deceived man is inevitably heart for that truth and nature they so loudly commend, a mistrustful man. With less judgment than imagina- and hug the chain while they contemn the slavery. Or, tion, he was often as much mistaken in himself as in if they make a sacrifice, they will have counter sacrifices; others, adopted opinions upon insuficient grounds, and praise, honour, popular applause. How many would like drew general inferences from particular cases." to put themselves in Engelbert's place, aet the reformer's

Engelbert had both head and heart in the right place, part, instead of declaiming it; bear all that was repuland did not abandon a general principle because of a sive in it, bear to be misconstrued and misrepresented, trifling failure in peculiar instances. Many lament and and never once ask will the world applaud the action ? complain of the perversity and corruption of the world. And till people are found willing to do this, take my Engelbert hated the corruption, but he did not whine word for it, though the preachers may be many, the over it. He attacked it boldly within his own little converts will be few.

THIS IS LIFE. Across the mountain path, I saw a stately troop wend by; And this is glory! this is life! forgotten thus how soon! The mutiled drums rolled slowly forino a solemn sym. I wept, and sought the new-made grave beneath nights phony;

silvery moon; A soldier lay upon his bier with trophies o'er hiin spread; | A dark plumed head heside it bowed in secret and aloneI heard the distant booming gun when they interred the A youthful warrior there gave vent to many a heart-wrung dead.

groan. Across the mountain path, full soon the glittering band And this is glory? this is life? proud man will fight his

returnedl; Whilst clashing music gaily rang with penons all unfurled; With heavy heart, but dauntless mien, and outward brave Free speech and roving eyes had they, and there seemed display :nought to tell

The devastating storm may shake the sturdy forest tree, The mould had just been thrown on one they all had loved ! But with richi summer foliage clad, no blighted boughs we right well.

O. A, M. W.



" Fellow, you have broken our laws!

Yes, your honour; but not until your laws had broken me.'
"Sir, that's nothing to the point.'
No, your honour--nothing whatever.""—Justice made Easy.

WELL, sorrow is a simple word,

All meaningless and lead
To him who hears the famish'd cry,

“Oh, Father, give us bread!"
It scares lean Labour from its seat;

A fiercer form is there;
Now, Misery waits so bieldingly,

Handmaiden to despair.
“Save well at noon," the wise one says,

“Ye'll better fare at niglit;"
And where there's anything to save,

The wise one's very right.
Well, Mary sared! Oh, many an hour

She stole from rest and sleep,
To sew and save the o'erworn weeds

Her skill could scarcely keep.
She saved the morsel from her lip

To still the bairnie's din;
The Kirk seat-rent, the beadle's fees,

She saved, for “fear o'sm."
She sought, and saved ilk kindly thought

That near her bosom came;
And held it, hoarded in her heart,

To welcome "father” hame.
She croon'd the cradle lullaby

Sae sorrowfully sweet,
'Tween sob and sang, “He'll come ere lang,

Oh, baimnies, dinna greet!"
He never came. Yon dowie law!

if lawfu' deeds they be,
Whan mongers fatten at their will,

An' puir folks left to dee.

“ An' maun I leave them helpless now,

When maist my help they need?
And inuun I dree a felon's doom,

Wha ne'er did felons deed :
“I dinna grudge to leave a land

Whaurin I daurna be;
But, oh, I mourn yon drearie hame,

Wi a' that's dear to me.
“'Twas there, in timorous infancy,

My foot first touched the soil,
That manir than thirty seasons saw

My willing arm toil.
“Although I held anıther's plew,

Or sow'd apither's grain,
I gied a venison as leal

As if they'd been my ain.
“I watch'd and blest the infant briard,

In morning glory spread,
And blest the bonnie ilew that set,

In pearls, ilka mead.
“We saw it wave in stately ranks,

Our gowden fields aroun',
Ench stem a sturdy warrior

To battle fainine doun.
"I saw it pass our breadless door,

An' borne unto the sea,
A father's fury rieve my heart-

How could it ither be !"
Well, patience is a silly word,

So meaningless and dead,
To him who hears the sickening ery,
“Oh, father, give us bread!".



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A FRAGMENT. Tre room is darkened; not a sound is heard

We thought of death, but deemed the Reaper's hand Sare the clcar, cheerful chirping of the bird

Removed the weeds, and let the flow'rets stand. Which sings without the window ; or the bell

And she the fairest! could he touch a form Which sounds a mournful peal-a last farewell,

Radiant with lisc—with hope's deep pulses warm? And she is thcre, or was; her spirit's home,

Vainly we dreamed, and bitter was our pain, Lies far beyond this world of sin and gloom.

And griefs but vanished to recur again! * "* I heard the whispers of the parting breath, And wiped her brow, and closed her eyes in death. Come near, come silently : the room may tell Oh, she was beautiful in health's bright time!

The simple tastes of her we loved so wellFull of the radiance of hier golden prime :

The “ Poet's corner,'

once so fondly styled ;
Eyes deep and full, and lips which spoke to bless, The harp, which many an idle hour beguiled ;
And checks which blushed at their own lovelinoss, The old, old books of legendary lore,
And earnest downcast glances part revealing

O’er which, in summer hours, she loved to pore ; The thoughts which lay within, and part conccaling. And all those thousand nameless charms which skill, She knew no guile, and she feared no wrong:

Blended with fancy, fashions at its will. Who trust in innocence are greatly strong.

And proof's of fond affection, teo, are there, As some deep stream, reflecting in its courso

And tender tokens of a mother's careThe pure and limpid clearness of its source,

That care to which tho higher task was given, So her chaste spirit, formed in God's own light,

Of pointing from earth's sunny dreams to Ileaven, Pure as a southern sky, and not less bright, A tender, loving ministrant was given

Come near, come silently-ere yet the gravo 'To raise the soul from earth, and lift to leaven.

Closes o'er one wo fondiy hoped to save. From weck to week she faded : day by day

llow changed, and yet low lovely!--mcekly there We watched her spirits droop-her strength decay ;

Ilcr small white hands are folded, as in prayer. We scarce could deem that one so young and fair

0! who that ever heard that dying strain Should pant for purer light-celestial air!

Could think to minglo in the world again!
And still wc dared to hope. The hectic hue
Which tinged her cliceks made ours brighten too.

J. D.



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Ils lay upon his dying bed,

Broad Scotland's luckless lord
Who rode that morning to the tray

With many a mountain horde :
With Highland chief, and steel-clad knight,

And yeoman stout and proud,
'Mid clangour of ten thousand swords,

And trump and pibroch loud.
Ile lay within a clay-built hut,

And moaned around his head
The night wind from the Battle Field

That sighed around the dead;
And doleful voices with it camo

Of great and various woe ;
The shriek of madden'd agony,

The piteous sob, and low.
Then loudly sounded up the glen

A trumpet's jocund voice;
Came it to cheer on dying men,

Or bid the dead rejoice ? An awful mockery it seemed

When death and blood lay round; Yet 'mid jest and caroling,

On came the joyous sound. “ Cheer thee, my sire!" a chieftain cricd,

Defaced with dust and toam-
"A child was born to theo this day !

A child smiles on thy home!
A Hope hath dawncd upon our land,

A star shines tbrough our woe;
Be reconciled again to life!

Thou 'st yet a joy to know.“Stand back, stand back !"' the dying king,

In thrilling accents, said ;
" Talk not of joy to one who foels

The heart within him dead !
Stand back ! for thou hast crushed my hope,

The only hope I kuew !
The secrets of the time unborn

My dying eyes review.

My only pleasure was, to think

That, like this mournful wind,
I passed from this rough, troublous world,

And left no trace behind
That fortune held within her power

Nought loved, nought born of me,
To curse with ill-starred gifts, or hunt

With wild malignity.
“ Would I could wrap within my shroud

'This scarcely living thing,
And look upon God's face, and cry,

My child with me I bring !
The early dead are early blest

Sprung from a fated race
Is she whose birth thou tell'st me of,

With smiles upon thy face.
" Child of my sorrows! of my woo

The heiress bright and fair-
Joys that I knew not thou shalt know,

And more than my despair.
Thy wrongs and sins let men record,

Thy charms surpass’d by none :
May'st thou find God more merciful,

My lost, forsaken one!
“ Much tempted, sorely punished, thou

Adown the cat'raet's wave,
Thou go'st, the brightest, saddest freight

Ere charter'd for the grave.
I see thy danger, nor can warn ;

God spares thee not thy guide ;
Thy flower-deck'd masts and gaudy sails

Upon the tempesta ride!
“I've not a prayer for thee, my child :

My soul is numbed with woo.
Tly birth comes o'er me like a curse

The last c'en I can know!”
Then, turning from the weeping erowd

In dull and cold despair,
lle laid his face against the wall

A lifeless corpse was there!

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11 Mesterr is, according to the constitution of the human even be the complete annihilation of the Circassians, a mind, the strongest incentive to curiosity; and as a ne- the very moment when unusually large levies would lead cessary sequence, Russia, her state and doings, are objects less believing nations to suspect a conquered people could of, ceaseless, ever-increasing interest to the rest of not require a reinforced army to receive their submission! Europe, in proportion to the depth and impenetrability of Under such circumstances, foreigners must rejoice, when; the veil with which her present ruler has surpassed all like Parnell's hernit, either “ books or swains” come in his predecessors in dexterously wrapping round her co- their way, from whom they may learn something of this lossal form. Even at this moment, the most contra- “world from which they are shut out;” and as the latter dictory reports are in circulation respecting the warlike are, generally speaking, anything rather than communigatherings, which, according to some, are noiselessly as- cative, (as those who could tell, will not, and those who sembling towards the Prussian and Austrian frontiers,

are willing, cannot,) books provo, after all, the surest as (and which, if we credit this on dit, has already excited well as most abundant source whereat to slake our thirst the watchful observation, and even inquiries, of both for Russian information. Of those, modern times have Cabinets,) while, on the other hand, trarellers are not been tolerably prolific. “Russia, in 1839," by le Mar wanting who affirm the whole an invention, and protest quis de Custine, has excited too much discussion, and to having proceeded from Warsaw to Cracow, without been too widely circulated, both in the original and tranencountering larger bodies of Russian military than the slations, to be more than adverted to here; and, despito usual frontier Watch Poits! And yet, not only private the furious attacks which have been made on his state, letters, but the Posen Gazette, depict the aspect of affairs ments, and the mistakes or exaggerations which have been as threateningly warlike, and confirm the assertion, made occasionally proved against him, the impartial critic must some time since by the Constitutionnel, that the naval, no still allow that successive attempts to explore the dark less than the land forces of Russia, are being placed on a secrets of the chambers” of Russian “ imagery'' hare footing of unusual activity ; that the docks in Sebastopol shown “greater," rather than less, “abominations'' contain several steam frigates in a state of great forward-than he reveals. Among the latest writers on Russia, ness ; that the workmen in the arsenals are employed by none has assumed a more dignified and credible--because night as well as by day; and that the Imperial foundries moderate, and yet nobly fearless and decisive-style than are busied with the preparation of vast quantities of the author of a deeply-interesting publication, which ap bombs and cannon balls. But, after all, let other nations peared in 1816, under the title of “Russia's Internal Life, talk and conjecture as they may, the veil, if even mo- or the Thirty-Threo Years’ Experience of a German in mentarily blown aside by some casual and accidental Russia ; 3 vols.; Brunswick, 1846.” No one can read breeze, hangs on the whole so motionless and impene- tho book without acknowledging it as one of the most retrably dark over the face of Russian politics, that not markable productions on the subject. The author has even a wandering scrap of information, which might per- striven, and not unsuccessfully, to redeem for the result chance reach the subjects of Nicholas through foreign di- of his personal observation the defect of anonymous plomacy, is suffered to meet their eye. A curious and authorship, (the motives for which are neither difficult instructive proof of scrupulous adherence to the Russian to divine nor to appreciate,) by the production of docuprinciple, that, to its subjects, "ignorance is bliss,” was mentary and other collateral evidence in support of his erinced in the recent erasure by the St. Petersburg cen- assertions. In the preface, he addresses himself to his sorship, of a so wholly inoffensive piece of intelligence as countrymen in the following terms :-" The kindliness of the quotation from a French newspaper, that a treaty of my greeting would flow freer and fuller, were it not commerce had been concluded between France and troubled by the thought that the holiest sentiments and Russia ! Yet even this was deemed by the Imperial feelings, which fain would throw themselves warm and Censor an unwarrantable breach of diplomatic secrecy.

into the arms of our common fatherland, cannot Nor do those in other countries, who can boast having reach you, except tamed and despoiled of their native fire. intimate friends or relatives residing in St. Petersburg or Yet, let me simply remind you of the faet that, even so Moscow, fare a whit the better as to intelligence from carly as 1752, a Russian remonstrance tras able to give that terra incognita, since they are unable to form, far its death-blow to a Frankfort journal! Learn, then, to less to convey, an idea of any political contingency, or to know the principles as well as power of the land, whose draw a conclusion of aught to come, by analogy, with rustling pine, and whispering birch forests, are forbidden what is past. Nay, it is even assorted that, with excep- to speak of what occurs under their shade !-whose tion of the very few initiated, (and dearly is the honour of orators laud absolution and serfship, and exalt the monster a confidential position purchased, with the danger of a fanaticism, until it can hide its horns in the clouds, and trip to Siberia, should any stray piece of intelligence of fasten its talons in the earth. Be on your guard, dear whose escape they maybap know nothing, be laid to the follow-countrymen! Man travels by day, but destiny charge of their negligence or loquacity,) it is confidently rolls onward in darkness ! Russian blasts breathe deasserted, that the inhabitants of St. Petersburg itself struction to every bud and blossom of German growth! are not only profoundly but contentedly iguorant of all I speak the truth: Let the warm affection which dicthat passes, either in the Cabinet or the Provinces, and tates this address assure to me your believing reception receive, with a perfect and unquestioning faith, whatever of my statements.” The author proceeds to depict the the Impcrial Gazette is pleased to announce, should it Northern Colossus under three distinct aspects. Vol


I. commences with laying in a bold priming, in which him. And assuredly no acknowledged defective finish the main colours of the future portrait are pretty dis- ever suggested the thought to Alexander's successor, to tinctly discoverable, and in which he calls upon all | banish those true and speaking likenesses from his palace ! Europe, but specially adjures his countrymen, to note his The Marquis de Custine's work produced, as might waruing roiec, as being more than any other free nation, naturally have been foreseen, a great sensation, and the bound by self-interest to watch the approaches of so for- German-Russian, as well as nativo Rassian, sparrows midablo a peighbour, and build up, betimes, a rampart fluttered and chirped with loquacious astonishment, as if against his encroachments. He then enters on a pretty somo horned owl had suddenly cmerged from his nest, extensive discussion of the various authors who have and sitting down, in full day-light, on a lofty oak, had rewritten respecting Russia, whether natives of the Empire lated all that his piercing eyes had detected in the darkor foreigners, and takes decided part with the Marquis ness ; while in St. Petersburg itself, alarmed whisperings de Custine, whose portraituro he identifies as correct in floated about, as if he* were re-risen from the dead whom all the main features ; and after strong animadversions Russians fear no less than writing described as, on * Gretsch, (rimm, Tolstoi, & Co.," (the opponents of

“ Na pole, on perwoi,” the Marquis,) enters into a lengthened eritique on the (“First and chief in the battle field.") censare of a later German Reviewer, who had pronounced

“ The general interest with which Custine's book was the credibility of the Marquis as shaken, if not annihilated, received, and the avidity with which it was read, both in by the counter publications of Gretsch, whose sweeping France and Germany, induced a translation into the latter depials of some faots, and attempted, though seldom successful, sarcastic irony respecting others, the author of German edition as to be had in all circulating libraries,

language, and the newspapers had already announced the "Russia's Internal Life," finds as contrary to sound ar

when a report was circulated that the Russian counsellor, gument' as to good taste. Ono quotation may serve to

D'etat Gretsch, was appointed to travel through France show the author's sentiments on this head:-"Once more

and Germany, in order to disprove its statements.

The (says he at page 16,) our German valleys are resounding journey took place, but not the disproof, at least not in with the old distich :

Paris, where it would have been most in place; and that *The Pope, the Devil, and the Russ,

for the alleged reason that the Marquis de Custine's book Again in Germany are loose.'

was already forgotten in the French capital when the Ought '1 not, then, to lift my voice too in aid of truth ? Russian counsellor reached it ! The appearance of a Do not thirty-three years' experience warrant, no less second edition relieved the French author from the onus than enable me, to pay this just tribute to my native of rebutting this disparaging report, and the deeply-morland? I have known the Russian Empire in her times of tified Gretsch left the intractable Parisians to bestow the danger and of triumph. I have witnessed her periods of valuable gift of his contradictions on the more teachabla advancement and of retrogression. And though I cannot Germans. It must, therefore, have been peculiarly disspeak as an eye-witness of those days of political caprice, agreeable to the honest defender of Russia's maligned whenUnder Paul I., the phrases, stumpnosc,' and honour, to find Germans quite as difficult to convince as

baldhead,” were banished from Russia's vocabulary, I Parisians." As criterion of the probable fairness of the ear bear witness to a time when the words, ‘nature, contending testimonies, our author states, (at page 35,) philosophy, liberty, republic, and revolution,' gave such

“ We need but to reflect, that, even under the mild sway dire offence, that tho censor expunged, and the orator

of the Emperor Alexander, Gretsch received a strong shrunk from using them!

personal lesson on the danger incurred by uttering one “But Europe has not long since received a portrait of single word which runs counter to the sentiments held Russia from the pencil of a Frenchman. The artist is

by government; that he was, moreover, aware of the exthe Marquis de 'Custine, and all, even superficially, ac

pulsion of his intimate friend Bulgarion for an offence of quainted with Russiari physiognomy, must acknowledge a the tongue, as well as of Counsellor C- -'s imprisonstriking resemblance to the gigantio original.' I, at least, ment in a fortress, for having (whilst holding the office recognised the likeness' at a glance ; and had the well- of Censor) admitted one single number of Brockhan's known features been sketched with charcoal on ä mud

Conversation Lexicon into the Empire, in order to judge wall, I must have exclaimed, that is - Russia ! What of the conscience with which this same Gretsch can trumpet through closer examination may compel the observation, forth in the ears of Germany, that freedom of thought and the complexion is rather high or rather pale ; what though speech is as great in St. Petersburg as in Berlin or Lonthe colours used to pourtray the social landscape may now don!" Let him put it to the proof! Let him avow openly be too thick, now too thinly laid on, still it is a strikingly —as Gans once did from his Professor's Chair in Berlin, like portrait, and that not of what Russia might or ought Gentlemen, the French Revolution was an unavoidable to be, but, as it gives out, of what Russia is. The true necessity !"—and whicre would we find the Russian Counmerit of a portrait does not depend on its gilded frame, sellor of State beforo the year was out? In his present the sumptuousness of the costume, nor oven the scientific post, or hunting the sables ? Can he complain of injusadjustment of its colouring, but on the accuracy of its tice, then, when a German journalist exclaims, “Mny likeness to the original. The portrait gallery of Russian Russia never boast a better advocatus diaboli than he !" Generals, painted at the Emperor Alexander's desire, by The coup


grace haring been thus bestowed on the the English artist, Dawe, betrays, when closely examined, Russian antagonist of the French Marquis, our author much coarseness of execution, and many an inequality of enters on a lively episode, entitled “Reminiscences of surface; yet when viewed in the properl ight, and from East Prussia," where evil impressions of Russia assailed the due distanco, each spectator is tempted to imagine the Generals as they lived and moved, drawn up before

* Napolcon,


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him even before crossing its sinister border ; and he ex- stood a non-commissioned officer in a stooping posturc, a patiates with brotherly atfection on the loyal and patriotic carbine placed horizontally on each shoulder, across sentiments which he everywhere met, among the German- which a number of others were piled before and behind, hearted inhabitants of that frontier land. Proceeding while a corporal stood by, and occasionally shoved the onward towards Russia, by way of Poland, he, as might instruments of torture backward or forward, to restore be expected, pauscs a moment to express a kindly sym- the equilibrium. I was directed to a door at the expathy for the subjection and present hopeless prostration | tremity of the stable. I entered, and perceived four of that ill-fated country. Chapter iii. describes his jour- officers engaged at cards. I proceeded into an inner ney to St. Petersburg, and the motives which led to his room, where my dinner was served. When it was disfinal establishment in Russia. His first initiation into cussed, I prepared to return to my lumbering vehicle, but Russian manners might, indeed, we should think, have found the tortured soldier lying at full length on the steps well rendered very powerful arguments needful to produce which led from the stable to the sitting apartments, with such a resolvc. It is thus described, (p. 105.) “Where all the carbines scattered around him. Ile was unable

am I? Oh, the reply is suficiently furnished by the ap- to stand. His shoulders were so swollen that it was perpearance of a posse of Cossacks round my carriage, who ceptible through his uniform, and he fell over at every conduct it, sabre in hand, as if escorting a dangerous cri- attempt to bring himself to an upright position. · Ile has minal to the Douane. At a short distance from the been already two hours under this martyrdom,' whispered dwelling of the Inspector of Customs stood two young the German innkeeper to me. • He must sink under it, Russian officers, apparently occupied with some very and his Captain has most likely forgotten him in his amusing subject of conversation, for they were laughing game.' Some of the hussars spoke to the host ; I asked immoderately. Full in their view, a couple of soldiers were what they said, and learned they were urging him to bolabouring a motionless object beforo them with platted apply to their officer in favour of their comrade. “But thongs of leather. The strokes followed each other with it is no business of mine,' observed the innkceper ;- bethe rapidity and regularity of clock-work, and I, in my sides, the Captain is very passionate.' Were lo Belsimplicity, conjectured the object of this tanning process zebub himself, we must try,' cried I, returning to the to be a grey goatskin, which the soldiers were thus trying sitting rooms ; and with minc host for interpreter, I reto limber, and which they had, or it scemed, spread for lated what I had just seen, and implored a termination of that purpose on a block of wood. How long they might the punishment. "Who are you?' demanded the Caphave been so occupied before my arrival, I cannot say, but tain. I gave my name and rank. "Since you are a about ten minutes after the clock-work ceased playing, forcigner, then, what right have you to meddle ? Corand I was amazed to perceive the supposed block of wood poral, bind the brute to a tree if he will not stand” set itself in motion, and creep towards one of the Indignant at this brutal disregard of my request, I mutlaughers, who received it with a rigorous kick! I now tered in French, regardless whether I were understood or Icarned from a byestander that this was a Dentschnick, or not, • Il'est affreux que co n'est que le Russe qui ait le soldier, in the service of an officer, who had been guilty of droit de solliciter pour un malheureux !! • Comment the unpardonable cffence of forgetting to carry his master's osez vous parler d'affreux,' shouted he with vehemenec. smoking pipe to a neighbouring house ; in consequence of When I was in Koningsberg, Count de X. had given me a which, the officer had been necessitated to fetch it him- paper with these words, “Should you chance upon any self! What I had taken for a goatskin was the shirt of difficulties in your journey, shew this ; in our country the poor wretch, which was now red with blood ; and yet protection is never superious! I now, therefore, quietly not a cry of pain, not even a convulsive tremor, no at- drew this sheet of paper from my pocketbook, and handed tempt to obtain mitigation or cessation of punislınent. it to the captain. No sooner had he glanced his eye over Was this, then, a man, or an automaton? It was one it, when he started up, exclaiming, Why did you not of those indomitable beings, a slave! The sluggish ox tell me at once to whom you were going? I am dewill be roused to rage and resistance by the first blow of lighted to make your acquaintance! Corporal, let the the mallet on its brow, but this bleeding wretch crawlod fellow at liberty ; he can go to the village!' And then to utter his thanks for a merciful punishment at the feet turning to me with the blandest of siniles, he continued : of his tormentor! What a docile animal is man!

You will surely spend the day with us? The weather is “I was then bona fide within the boundaries of Russia! uninviting, and to-morrow my own horses shall convey I could no longer doubt it! and my not wholly iron you to the next post-horse station. You will not nerves responded somewhat painfully to the conviction. Well, then, at all events, you cannot refuse a glass of I had been hungry, but appetite was banished by the Madeira to your safe journey?"

I declined all with scene I had just witnessed, and as a German recom- thanks, which, in my secret soul, were all devoted to the mended to me an inn some six miles in advance, kept by provident kindness of the Count de X. a native of Courland, I resolved to proceed. My trunk “ From the Prussian frontier to St. Petersburg, neither was not opened. My effects remained unexamined. The hill nor valley greet the eye. On one monotonous level, custom-officer felt more pleasure in gazing on the coun- 120 German (600 English) miles hold on their weary tenance of William III., impressed on a shining Prussian course ; and throughout its whole extent, one does not dollar, for which he held out his hand with the most com- encounter above four places which deserve the name of placent naiveté. Having reached the inn to which I had cities, viz., Mittau, Riga, Darpat, and Narwa. No wonbeen directed, I descended from my carriage, and leaning der if strange feelings arise in the bosom of the traveller with all my weight against a door, it opened with a loud from civilized regions ! jar, and I found myself in a stable large as the Augean, “ Thirty German miles of soil, subject to Russian dobut filled with hussars instead of oxen. In the midst minion, had been passed through, and no city or even

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