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sportive, full of strength, full of grace, sublimity, | Then again, in Denmark, there is a May queen, and child-like simplicity. In some of his pieces like her Majesty of England. We are told that we see how deeply he had informed himself with the characteristics of the two nations are similar, the spirit of Christianity ; in others, we perceive a preponderance of the phlegmatic in both temhow completely he had caught the meaning of peraments. The climate, by which the character the Greek myths. Look again at his heroic of a people is, to a great extent, determined, is sculptures, his Alexander, Jason, Mars, Ponia- much alike in both countries; and the scenery is towsky, and contrast them with the Cupids that strikingly similar, though certainly the landeame from his chisel. Cupid is the chief person- scapes of England are more varied, grand, and age in several of his works, and in looking at beautiful. Both Danes and English have a great them, we see in marble the very thing that Ana- love of the sea and a sea-faring life. The enorereon has put on paper. He did not, however, mous expense incurred by the former, to maintain merely repeat the persons of antique fable, but a fleet which they have no use for, shows their he was an original inventor in the region of strong attachment to the pageantry if they have imagination. What can be more exquisite than not the power of the ocean. No wonder they are his “ Cupid and Hymen spinning the thread of passionate lovers of the salt waves, for, taking their Life,” or his “ Course of Iluman Life?” The islands into account, they have, at least, 1500 poems of the sculptor are short, compact, and miles of coast, and the majority of their large laconic. The painter and the writer may lavish towns are built in sight of the sea. Hence their colours and words, but the sculptor cannot afford eyes become accustomed from infancy with the a prodigal expenditure. In his works, a single sea in all its aspects, and their childish days are movement, an attitude, a situation must express spent almost as much upon its changing bosom a great deal ; and what his brother artists can as upon the earth. When living away from their diffusely unfold, he can merely indicate. The own country in the middle of the continent, they works of the statuary are like the Latin sentences are said to languish for a sight of the sea, as the of the lapidary, cut in the rock to last for ever. Swiss for a view of their native Alps. The dark sea When a poet takes night for his theme, he calls in (Sortladne Hav) is celebrated in their songs as to his assistance the stars, the moon, the fields, much as green valleys, or leafy woods, or lofty the still air, the wild beasts of the forest, to give mountains are celebrated in the verses of other us an impression of the hours of darkness. Let nations. Their ancient poems sing of sea heroes, us see what Thorwaldsen does. He shapes a and the battles when they conquered foes upon the female form hovering with closed eyelids in the waves, The national hymn is a pæan to the vast inane ; two sleeping children repose on her fame of King Christian, and one of his victories bosom, and her feet are crossed after the manner on the ocean. of slumberers. Of all the emblems or images of
Path of the Dane to fame and might, night here is but one, an owl; no stars, no fire,
Dark rolling wave! no dark shadows, no effects of light, any of which Receive thy friend who, scorning flight, the painter is at liberty to introduce. Yet Thor
Goes to meet danger with despite, waldsen's work is in the highest degree impres
Proudly as thou meetest the tempest's might,
Dark rolling wave! sive, and not less dear to the lover of night than
And amid pleasures and alarms, a canto of Young's poem. Widely scattered as And war and victory, be thine arms Thorwaldsen's works are, they are attempting to
My grave! have casts from all of them, made in plaster. The dockyards and arsenals of Denmark are Copies of his great works in the museum have not, of course, to be compared with those of our been made for sale, and a good collection may be country for size and importance. For this reason, made at a moderate price.
however, a stranger to such places is less conMr. Kohl suggests, as interesting subjects of founded by the magnitude and complication of research, the similarities in habits and customs of the works, and he can more easily perambulate the English and the Danes ; and the exact posi- the several divisions, and more readily compretion which Denmark occupies between England hend the operations carried on in them. The and Germany. Danes, who have travelled in fleet is a mere article of luxury, which lies unused this island, declare that in no foreign country did in the harbour, where it could at any moment be they feel themselves so near home as here. The crushed by its powerful neighbours, England and Jutlanders may find many traces of their tongue Russia. Before the separation of Norway from and traditions in Northumberland. It is well known Denmark, there might have been some pretence that several Danish customs have resemblances for maintaining a large number of ships, because in England. Thus Christmas is kept very much they formed the bridge from one country to the in the same way in both countries, but in Den- other. But since that event, there is little to jusmark the old name for the season (Jule) is re- tify so heavy an expenditure, as that incurred in tained, whilst here it has given way to a modern supporting seven slips of the line, sixteen frigates, word, although in Scotland the former term is corvettes, and brigs, seven cutters and schooners, still preserved. In some parts of Jutland the and eighty sloops, with guns and mortars. Moro Yule log is still laid on the fire at Christmas- than a fourth of Copenhagen is occupied by the tide. Copenhagen, like London, is almost de fleet and its requirements. Six little islands are serted at that season by the fashionable world, covered with workshops, magazines, &c., and one who go into the country to keep the festival. I division of the town is occupied by the sailors.
The harbour, where the vessels lie, is one of the gallies alongside old Danish boats. It is a pity finest in the world, formed by a natural arm of there are no models of the old Danish and Northe Sound, between the islands of Amak and man vessels, with which, a thoasand years ago, Zealand. It is remarkable that the three prin- the Wikinger scoured every ocean, discovered cipal articles required in ship-building have to be | Greenland and America; alarmed Great Britain, procured from foreign countries, namely, iron France, Spain, and Italy, and robbed England, from Sweden, timber from Prussia and Austria, Normandy, and Ireland. hemp and flax from Russia. There is, to be In spite of what the Danes have suffered from sure, a good deal of iron in Jutland, but it is of the English, there is a strong feeling amongst them that useless kind called bog ore ; and although in our favour. It is much to their credit that they Denmark is well wooded with beech, yet the oaks have forgiven us for our destruction of their fine are few, and there are no pines at all. In the fleet; and when the subject is alluded to, they reply, admiralty house is a model room, much more iri- “Ah well! that happened long since, and now that teresting and instructive, we are told, than the we have new ships, we readily forgive them. It was one in the English Admiralty, but still inferior the government and not the people that committed to the collection of naral models at Paris. It the deed, and grass grows on the graves of those who contains, amongst other mod
an old planned it. The English are the finest fellows on Danish ship of Christian the Fourth's time, a the face of the globe-that nation has the lead stiff unwieldy creature compared with those of in Europe, and we are their sworn admirers." our day. There are Turkish and Venetian | With this compliment we shut the book.
THE NAUTICO-MILITARY NUN OF SPAIN.
BY TIOMAS DE QUINCE Y.
(Continued from page 333.) This ship was full of recruits for the Spanish | insisted on Kate's making a home of his quarters. army, and bound to Concepcion. Even in that He did other services for his unknown sister. He destiny was an iteration, or repeating memorial placed her as a trooper in his own regiment, and of the significance that ran through Catalina’s favoured her in many a way that is open to one most casual adventures. She had enlisted having authority. But the person, after all, that amongst the soldiers ; and, on reaching port, the did most to serve our Kate, was Kate. War was very first person who came off from shore was a then raging with Indians, from both Chili and dashing young military officer, whom at once by Peru. Kate had always done her duty in action ; his name and rank, (though she had never con- but at length, in the decisive battle of Puren, sciously seen him,)sheidentified as her own brother. there was an opening for doing something more. He was splendidly situated in the service, being Havock had been made of her own squadron ; the Governor-General's secretary, besides his most of the officers were killed, and the standard rank as a cavalry officer ; and, his errand on was carried off.
Kate gathered around her a board being to inspect the recruits, naturally, on small party-galloped after the Indian column that reading in the roll one of them described as a was carrying away the trophy-charged — saw Biscayan, the ardent young man came up with all her own party killed—but (in spite of wounds high-bred courtesy to Catalina, took the young on her face and shoulder) succeeded in bearing Tecruit's hand with kindness, feeling that to be away the recovered standard. She rode up to the a compatriot at so great a distance was to be a general and his staff; she dismounted; she rensort of relative, and asked with emotion after old dered up her prize; and fainted away, much less boyish remembrances. There was a scriptural from the blinding blood, than from the tears of pathos in what followed, as if it were some scene joy which dimmed her eyes, as the general, waving of domestic re-union, opening itself from patri- his sword in admiration over her head, pronounced archal ages. The young officer was the eldest our Kate on the spot an Alférez, * or standardson of the house, and had left Spain when bearer, with a commission from the King of Spain Catalina was only three years old. But, singularly and the Indies. Bonny Kate! Noble Kate! I enough, Catalina it was, the little wild cat that he would there were not two centuries laid between yet remembered seeing at St. Sebastians, upon us, so that I might have the pleasure of kissing whom his earliest inquiries settled. “ Did the thy fair hand. recruit know his family, the De Erausos ?" Oh Kate had the good sense to see the danger of yes, every body knew them. “ Did the recruit revealing her sex, or her relationship, even to her know little Catalina ?" Catalina smiled, as she own brother.
The grasp of the Church never rereplied that she did ; and gave such an animated laxed, never “prescribed,” unless freely and by description of the little fiery wretch, as made the choice. The nun, if discovered, would have been officer's eyes flash with gratified tenderness, and taken out of the horse-barracks, or the dragoonwith certainty that the recruit was no counterfeit saddle. She had the firmness, therefore, for many Biscayan. Indeed, you know, if Kate couldn't years, to resist the sisterly impulses that somegive a good description of “Pussy”, who could ?
Alférez. This rank in the Spanish army is, or was, The issue of the interview was-that the officer on a level with the modern sous-lieutenant of France.
times suggested such a confidence. For years, for some days they detained her, but then, hat. and those years the most important of her life ing furnished her with a horse and somo prothe years that developed her character—she lived visions, they turned her adrift. Which way undetected as a brilliant cavalry officer under her should the unhappy fugitive turn? In blindness brother's patronage. And the bitterest grief in of heart, she turned towards the sea.
It was poor Kate's whole life, was the tragical (and, were the sea that had brought her to Peru ; it was it not fully attested, one might say the ultra- the sea that would perhaps carry her away. It scenical) event that dissolved their long connexion. was the sea that had first showed her this land Let me spend a word of apology on poor Kate's and its golden hopes ; it was the sea that ought
We all commit many ; both you and I, to hide from her its fearful remembrances. The reader. No, stop ; that's not civil. You, reader, I sea it was that had twice spared her life in exknow, are a saint; I am not, though very near tremities; the sea it was that might now, if it chose, it. I do err at long intervals ; and then I think take back the bauble that it had spared in vain. with indulgence of the many circumstances that
KATE'S PASSAGE OVER THE ANDES. plead for this poor girl. The Spanish armies of that day inherited, from the days of Cortez and Pizarro, Three days our poor heroine followed the coast. shining remembrances of martial prowess, and Her horse was then almost unable to move; and, on the very worst of ethics. To think little of blood-his account, she turned inland to a thicket for shed, to quarrel, to fight, to gamble, to plunder, grass and shelter. As she drew near to it, a belonged to the very atmosphere of a camp, to its voice challenged—“ Who goes there ?" Kate apindolence, to its ancient traditions. In your own swered, “Spain.” “What people?" " A friend." defence, you were obliged to do such things. Be. It was two soldiers, deserters, and almost starving. sides all these grounds of evil, the Spanish army Kate shared her provisions with these men : and, had just there an extra demoralization from a war on hearing their plan, which was to go over the with savages—faithless and bloody. Do not think, Cordilleras, she agreed to join the party. Their I beseech you, too much, reader, of killing a object was the wild one of seeking the river Dora
That word “kill” is sprinkled over every do, whose waters rolled along golden sands, and page of Kate's own autobiography. It ought not whose pebbles were emeralds. Hers was to throw to be read by the light of these days. Yet, how herself upon a line the least liable to pursuit, if a man that she killed were ? Hush! It and the readiest for a new chapter of life in was sad; but is better hurried over in a few words, which oblivion might be found for the past. Years after this period, a young officer one day After a few days of incessant climbing and fadining with Kate, entreated her to become his tigue, they found themselves in the regions of second in a duel. Such things were every-day perpetual snow. Suminer would come as vainly affairs. However, Kate had reasons for declining to this kingdom of frost as to the grave of her the service, and did so. But the officer, as he brother. No fire, but the fire of human blood in was sullenly departing, said—that, if he were youthful veins, could ever be kept burning ja killed, (as he thought he should be) his death these aerial solitudes. Fuel was rarely to be found, would lie at Kate's door. I do not take his view and kindling a secret hardly known except to of the case, and am not moved by his rhetoric or Indians. However, our Kate can do everything,
Kate was, and relented. The duel and she's the girl, if ever girl did such a thing, or was fixed for eleven at night, under the walls of a ever girl did not such a thing, that I back at any monastery. Unhappily the night proved unusu-odds for crossing the Cordilleras. I would bet you ally dark, so that the two principals had to tie something now, reader, if I thought you would white handkerchiefs round their elbows, in order deposit your stakes by return of post (as they play to descry each other. In the confusion they at chess through the post office), that Kate does wounded each other mortally. Upon that, ac- the trick, that she gets down to the other side ; cording to a usage not peculiar to Spaniards, but that the soldiers do not : and that the horse, if extending (as doubtless the reader knows) for a preserved at all, is preserved in a way that will century longer to our own countrymen, the two leave him very little to boast of. seconds were obliged in honour to do something The party had gathered wild berries and escutowards avenging their principals. Kate had her lent roots at the foot of the mountains, and the usual fatal luck. Her sword passed sheer through horse was of very great use in carrying them. the body of her opponent: this unknown opponent But this larder was soon emptied. There was falling dead, had just breath left to cry out, “ Ah, nothing then to carry; so that the horse's value, as villain, you have killed me,” in a voice of horrific re- a beast of burthen, fell cent. per cent. In fact, proach; and the voice was the voice of her brother! very soon he could not carry himself, and it be
The monks of the monastery, under whose silent came easy to calculate when he would reach the shadows this murderous duel had taken place, bottom on the wrong side the Cordilleras. He roused by the clashing of swords and the angry took three steps back for one upwards. A counshouts of combatants, issued out with torches to cil of war being held, the small army resolved to find one only of the four officers surviving. Every slaughter their horse. He, though a member of convent and altar had a right of asylum for å the expedition, had no vote, and if he had the short period.
According to the custom, the votes would have stood three to one-majority, monks carried Kate, insensible with anguish of two against him. He was cut into quarters; which mind, to the sanctuary of their chapel. There surprises me; for, unless one quarter was consi
dered his own share, it reminds one too much snow ; the frozen body rang like a hollow iron of this amongst the many facetive of English cylinder; the face uppermost and blue with mould, midshipmen, who ask (on any one of their number mouth open, teeth ghastly and bleaching in the looking bulky)“if it is his intention to marry and frost, and a frightful grin upon the lips. This retire from the service upon a superannuation of dreadful spectacle finished the struggles of the £A 48. 4id: a year, paid quarterly by way of weaker man, who sank and died at once, The bothering the purser.” The purser can't do it other made an effort with so much spirit, that, in with the help of farthings. And, as respects ali- Kate's opinion, horror had acted upon him benequot parts, four shares among three persons, are ficially as a stimulant. But it was not really so. as incommensurable as a guinea is against any It was a spasm of morbid strength ; a collapse sucattempt at giving change in half-crowns. How ceeded; his blood began to freeze; he sat down in ever, this was all the preservation that the horse spite of Kate, and he also died without further found. No saltpetre or sugar could be had : but struggle. Gone are the poor suffering deserters ; the frost was antiseptic.
And the horse was stretched and bleaching upon the snow; and preserved in as useful a sense as ever apricots insulted discipline is avenged. Great kings have were preserved or strawberries.
long arms ; and sycophants are ever at hand for On a fire, painfully devised out of broom and the errand of the potent. What had frost and withered leaves, a horse-steak was dressed ; for snow to do with the quarrel ? Yet they made drink, snow was allowed a discretion. This ought themselves sycophantic servants of the King of to have revived the party, and Kate, perhaps, it Spain ; and they dogged his deserters up to the did. But the poor deserters were thinly clad, summit of the Cordilleras, more surely than any and they had not the boiling heart of Catalina. Spanish bloodhound, or any Spanish tirailleur's More and more they drooped. Kate did her best bullet. to cheer them. But the march was nearly at an Now is our Kate standing alone on the sumend for them, and they were going in one half hour mits of the Andes, in solitude that is shocking, to receive their last billet. Yet, before this con- for she is alone with her own afflicted conscience. summation, they have a strange spectacle to see ; Twice before she had stood in solitude as deep such as few places could show, but the upper upon the wild-wild waters of the Pacific; but chambers of the Cordilleras. They had reached her conseience had been then untroubled. Now, a billowy scene of rocky masses, large and small, is there nobody left that can help ; her horse is looking shockingly black on their perpendicular dead—the soldiers are dead. There is nobody that sides as they rose out of the vast snowy expanse. she can speak to except God; and very soon you Upon the highest of these, that was accessible, will find that she does speak to him ; for already Kate mounted to look around her, and she saw on these vast aerial deserts He has been whisper-oh, rapture at such an hour!--a man sit- ing to her. The condition of Kate is exactly that ting on a shelf of rock with a gun by his side. of Coleridge's “ Ancient Mariner.” But possibly, She shouted with joy to her comrades, and ran reader, you may be amongst the many careless down to communicate the joyful news. Here readers that have never fully understood what was a sportsman, watching, perhaps, for an eagle; that condition was. Suffer me to enlighten you, and now they would have relief. One man's else you ruin the story of the mariner; and by cheek kindled with the hectic of sudden joy, and losing all its pathos, lose half the jewels of its he rose eagerly to march. The other was fast beauty. sinking under the fatal sleep that frost sends be- There are three readers of the “ Ancient Mari. fore herself as her merciful minister of death ; ner." The first is gross enough to fancy all the but hearing in his dream the tidings of re- imagery of the mariner's visions delivered by the lief, and assisted by his friends, he also stagger-poet for actual facts of experience; which being ingly arose.
It could not be three minutes' walk, impossible, the whole pulverises, for that reader, into Kate thought, to the station of the sportsman. a baseless fairy-tale. The second reader is wiser That thought supported them all. Under Kate's than that; he knows that the imagery is not baseless; guidance, who had taken a sailor's glance at the it is the imagery of febrile delirium; really seen, bearings, they soon unthreaded the labyrinth of but not seen as an external reality. The mariner rocks so far as to bring the man within view. He had caught the pestilential fever, which carried had not left his resting-place ; their steps on the off all his mates; he only had survived—the delisoundless snow, naturally, he could not hear; and, rium had vanished; but the visions that had as their road brought them upon him from the haunted the delirium remained.
“ Yes,” says rear, still less could he see them. Kate hailed the third reader, “they remained; naturally they him; but so keenly was he absorbed in some spe- did, being scorched by fever into his brain; but culation, or in the object of his watching, that he how did they happen to remain on his belief as took no notice of them, not even moving his head, gospel truths? The delirium had vanished : why Kate began to think there would be another man had not the painted scenery of the delirium vato rouse from sleep. Coming close behind him nished, except as visionary memorials of a sorrow she touched his shoulder, and said, “My friend, that was cancelled? Why was it that craziness are you sleeping ?” Yes, he was sleeping; sleep-settled upon this mariner's brain, driving him, as ing the sleep from which there is no awaking; if he were a Cain, or another Wandering Jew, to and the slight touch of Kate having disturbed the “pass like night from land to land;" and, at unequilibrium of the corpse, down it rolled on the I certain intervals, wrenching him until he made
rehearsal of his errors, even at the hard price of ply to have touched-to have kissed to have “ holding children from their play, and old men played with the little wild thing, that glorified, from the chimney corner ?”* That craziness, as by her innocence, the gloom of St. Sebastian's the third reader deciphers, rose out of a deeper cloisters, gave a right to his hospitality; how, soil than any bodily affection. It had its root in through him only, she had found a welcome in penitential sorrow. Oh, bitter is the sorrow to a camps ; how, through him, she had found the conscientious heart, when, too late, it discovers avenue to honour and distinction. And yet this the depth of a love that has been trampled under brother, so loving and generous, it was that she foot: This mariner had slain the creature that, had dismissed from life. She paused; she turned on all the earth, loved him best. In the darkness round, as if looking back for his grave; she saw of his cruel superstition he had done it, to save the dreadful wildernesses of snow which already his human brothers from a fancied inconvenience; she had traversed. Silent they were at this seaand yet, by that very act of cruelty, he had him- son, even as in the panting heats of noon, the self called destruction upon their heads. The Zaarrahs of the torrid zone are oftentimes silent. Nemesis that followed punished him through Dreadful was the silence; it was the nearest thing them-him, that wronged, through those that to the silence of the grave. Graves were at the wrongfully he sought to benefit. That spirit who foot of the Andes, that she knew too well ; graves watches over the sanctities of love is a strong were at the summit of the Andes, that she saw angel-is a jealous angel; and this angel it was too well. And, as she gazed, a sudden thought • That loy'd the bird, that lov'd the man, flashed upon her, when her eyes settled upon the That shot him with his bow."
corpses of the poor deserters,-could she, like He it was that followed the cruel archer into si- them, have been all this while unconsciously exelent and slumbering seas;
cuting judgment upon herself? Running from a “Nine fathom deep he had follow'd him
wrath that was doubtful, into the very jaws of a Through the realms of mist and snow.” wrath that was inexorable ? Flying in panicThis jealous angel it was that pursued the man and behold! there was no man that pursued ? into noon-day darkness, and the vision of dying For the first time in her life, Kate trembled. Not oceans, into delirium, and finally, (when recovered for the first time, Kate wept. Far less for the from disease) into an unsettled mind.
first time was it, that Kate bent her knee-that Such, also, had been the offence of Kate ; such, Kate clasped her hands—that Kate prayed. But also, was the punishment that now is dogging her it was the first time that she prayed as they pray, steps. She, like the mariner, had slain the one for whom no more hope is left but in prayer. sole creature that loved her upon the whole wide Here let me pause a moment for the sake of 'carth; she, like the mariner, for this offence, had making somebody angry. A Frenchman, who been hunted into frost and snow-very soon will sadly misjudges Kate, looking at her through a be hunted into delirium ; and from that (if she Parisian opera-glass, gives it as his opinionescapes with life) will be hunted into the trouble that, because Kate first records her prayer on of a heart that cannot rest. There was the ex- this occasion, therefore, now first of all she prayed. cuse of one darkness for her ; there was the excuse I think not so. I love this Kate, blood-stained as of another darkness for the mariner. But, with she is ; and I could not love a woman that never all the excuses that earth, and the darkness of bent her knee in thankfulness or in supplication. earth, can furnish, bitter it would be for you or However, we have all a right to our own little me, reader, through every hour of life, waking or opinion ; and it is not you, mon cher," you dreaming, to look back upon one fatal moment when Frenchman, that I am angry with, but somebody we had pierced the heart that would have died for else that stands behind you. You, Frenchman,
In this only the darkness had been merciful and your compatriots, I love oftentimes for your to Kate—that it had hidden for ever from her festal gaiety of heart; and I quarrel only with victim the hand that slew him. But now in such your levity and that eternal worldliness that utter solitude, her thoughts ran back to their ear- freezes too fiercely—that absolutely blisters with liest interview. She remembered with anguish, its frost—like the upper air of the Andes. how, on first touching the shores of America, al- speak of Kate only as too readily you speak of all most the very first word that met her ear had been women; the instinct of a natural scepticism being from him, the brother whom she had killed, about to scoff at all hidden depths of truth.
Else you the “Pussy” of times long past; how the gallant are civil enough to Kate ; and your " homage" young man had hung upon her words, as in her (such as it may happen to be) is always at the native Basque she described her own mischievous service of a woman on the shortest notice. But little self, of twelve years back; how his colour behind you, I see a worse fellow ; a gloomy fawent and came, whilst his loving memory of the natic ; a religious sycophant that seeks to propilittle sister was revived by her own descriptive tiate his circle by bitterness against the offences traits, giving back, as in a mirror, the fawn-like that are most unlike his own. And against him, grace, the squirrel-like restlessness, that once had I must say one word for Kate to the too hasty kindled his own delighted laughter; how he would reader. This villain, whom I mark for a shot if take no denial, but showed on the spot, that, sim- he does not get out of the way, opens his fire on
our Kate under shelter of a lie. For there is a The beautiful words of Sir Philip Sydney, in his standing lie in the very constitution of civil soDefense of Poesic."
ciety, a necessity of error, misleading us as to