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was more calculated to inspire fear than love in those , very perfect beauty beneath the vivifying and munificent connected with him by family ties.
skies of Spain ; and all Europe has heard again and again, In the case of Jacques Bartenau, the outward man in prose and in verse, of the girls of Cadiz. But the dark was a very accurate exponent of the disposition and cha- richness of the crimson blood that glowed through the racter. Spotless probity in all the dealings and trans- clear brown skin of the little Zara—the exhaustless treaactions of his life, unbending inflexibility of purpose, un- sures of that long, long eye which anon dazzled with its wearying industry, unshakeable and overweening self- lightning flash, and anon welled forth from its still depths, confidence, a severity of judgment unmitigated by any fringed round with long black silken lashes, such liquid comprehension of human frailty or pity for its weakness gushes of molten fire, as flooded with tenderness the swel—these were the leading virtues and vices of his strongly ling brow of whoso those eyes lighted on-and above all, defined and consistent character.
the exquisite fineness of the round limbs, the wonderful Such is he, who now at the moment of our reader's in- degree of elasticity united with extreme slenderness of troduction to him, is holding in his arms, and gazing at wrist and ankle, hand and foot—the beautiful snake-like the features of his first-born child—the prison-born infant, pliability of the exquisitely small waist, all unconscious whose subsequent fortunes, still remembered in the tra- of band or stay-all this unmistakebly declared the blood ditional lore of her native town, it is the business of theso of a race which had dwelt in lands warmed by a yet hotter pages to relate.
sun than that of Spain. “I had hoped,” said the father, turning to another And then " quant au moral ?" Well, the fact is, that man about his own age, whose dress indicated him to be Jacques Bartenau, the stern religionist, the thoughtful, a Huguenot priest, and who was standing near him, “I severe, moral man, did not inquire or think so much on had hoped to have been the father of a boy, who in this part of the matter as might perhaps have been expecthe troublous times that but too evidently are coming ted. Perhaps he was fairly subdued, stunned, and incaupon us, might have helped the good cause with heart and pacitated for anything like cool or rational judgment, by with hand. There will be days of wailing and nights of the excessive beauty of his mistress. Wiser men than he terror for the women of our faith, or I have no skill in have been plunged into such a helpless condition. reading the portents of the times.”
Perhaps there were certain obliquities in his own moral “ Bless the Lord ! my friend, for the child which he idiosyncrasy, which tended to make him look on woman has given you," returned the divine ; “bless the Lord ! rather as a toy for the relaxation of man during his hours and, by his blessing, our women, ay, and our children, of recreation, than as the heaven-sent partner and equal shall so fight the good fight, as to purify the rottenness of friend of all his hours alike, of his graver as of his lighter this darkened land, and change the louring blackness of moments, of his griefs as of his joys. Proud, cold, stern, its future to a bright light. Let us welcome the babe excessively manly-minded men, rarely think worthily of with prayer.”
women. Manly-minded, reader, you will be so good as to The father and the preacher knelt together, and the observe. Not manly-hearted. C'est tout autre chose. prayer pronounced by the latter was long, and strongly The error we speak of has its scat in the intellect, not in marked by the peculiar doctrines of the more rigid the heart. Calvinists. The petition was listened to by Jacques Perhaps, again, Jacques Bartenau was attracted by the Bartenau without the smallest symptom of impatience ; very absence in his wife of almost all those moral qualities and when it was concluded, and not till then, he turned which he had, and the presence of those which he had to go and visit the mother of his child, a mother now for not. There is nothing unprecedented, or indeed extraorthe first time.
dinary, in such a fact. “ Simile simili gaudet,” says And this mother, this wife of the stern Huguenot, for the Latin proverb. But experience shows us that in the whose faith's-sake her first-born child first drew the breath intercourse of the world the reverse is quite as often the of life within a prison wall, was she a helpmate meet for case. the zealous partizan, the severe man, to whose fate she Be this as it may, certain it is that the austere had indissolubly linked her own ? Louise Bartenau, the Huguenot differed not more in the physical organisation mother of the Huguenot's daughter-let us now make of his stalwart and stiff person from that of his wife, than acquaintance with her.
he did in moral constitution and development. Not that Louise Bartenau was not a Frenchwoman by birth, the most subtle moral alchemist, if every thought and imnor had the name she bore in the land of her fathers been pulse of the young Spanish girl had been put into his crucible, the French one, Louise. She, whom fate had destined could have detected-there aught that could merit a severe for the life-partner of the Poitevin Huguenot, grew and judgment. The absence of much that it might have been ripened into loveliness beneath the beauty-fostering sun of better to have found there, may be admitted, but scarcely Cadiz. Whether that genial city had also been her birth- the presence of aught very darkly evil. Indeed, in complace, no one knew ; for Zara Diaz had been a found- paring the entire moral being of Jacques Bartenau ling. The first of these names had been found attached with that of his young wife, it might well be deemed to the cloth which wrapped the infant ; and the second that her "state was the more gracious” of the two, much was that of the good Cadiz trader, who adopted her as as such a judgment would have appeared monstrous and his foster-child, and beneath whose roof Bartenau, travel absurd to the Poitevin merchant himself. ling in Spain for the purposes of his commerce, bad found But with all this it must be supposed that Jacques Barher. There could be little doubt that the dark-eyed tenau loved his wife; of course he did, and why did he child, who seemed almost daily to expand into precocious marry her? There was no other inducement to the beauty, was of Moorish or perhaps of Gipsey parentage. match. And he did love her as such a man could love The posterity of the Visigoth has become matured into such a woman. Gay, laughter-loring, ardent, volatile,
enthusiastic, passionate, impressionable to the highest de- | Crushed was the gay spirit ; sunken and wan the clear gree-did she-was it possible that she could love him ? dark cheek ; hollow and haggard the still lustrous eye ; Yes! At least, at the time of their marriage she thought drooping and bent that once so elastic form. And when,
There was something so new to her, so majestic and about three months before her confinement, the horrors of almost awe-inspiring in the manifestation of combined imprisonment under such circumstances, and for the sake moral, intellectual, and physical strength, joined, too, to of that faith, which had already made her suffer so much considerable personal attraction, as they were in the per- in this cheerless and unhappy land, was added to the load son of the northern stranger. And it was flattering to she was called upon to bear, it seemed to be the last drop little Zara's woman's part to see all this strength pros- in the already too full cup of her sorrows. The vigorous trate at her tiny feet.
organization of her frame, however, did not sink before So the strangely-matched pair became man and wife ; she had given birth to her infant. But that was the last and Zara henceforward assumed the French name effort of nature's exhausted energies. She never rallied “Louise,” in conformity to her husband's will, though afterwards ; and at the expiration of rather less than a somewhat in opposition to her own wishes. And the year from the birth of her child, she breathed her last sigh moment soon arrived when she must leave the bright within those same dreary prison walls. The last restingskies of Spain, gay Cadiz, her beloved foster-parents, and place of that poor worn-out form, which nature had all her girlhood's friends, to follow to a strange northern fashioned of her daintiest handyworks to be the fitting land the stern cold man, who was now to be to her in the dwelling-place of so bright a spirit, was chosen by the place of all things, home, parents, friends. At the best bigoted intolerance of persecutors, who would fain have it was a cruel wrench, a tremendous trial. And Zara, carried their hatred beyond the grave, in a dark, obscure, called so for the last time by the weeping friends who and sunless corner of the prison yard. Ilatred, impotent, clung around her-she, all unused to trial of any kind, at length, as well as odious ! abandoned herself to a convulsive burst of grief, which Few words will be needed to make the reader suffialmost alarmed, and quite displeased her calm and self- ciently acquainted with André Riberac, the Huguenot possessed husband. It was an ill-omened commencement. minister of Niort. He was one of a class of men often
Well! the reader has now some knowledge of the painted by the delineators of character, who has found it young mother who has just given birth to her first child easy to produce an effective portrait of an original, in in the prison of Niort. And the particulars of her story, which every line is strongly and deeply marked, which of which he is in full possession, will enable him easily to requires no delicate lights and shadows, no modifications fill up in his imagination, alas ! but too accurately, the of temperament difficult to seize, and which, hard and short outline of the remainder of her history, which we firm itself, may be best outlined by an artist of hard shall comprise in a few words. We should not have de- and firm hand. André Riberac was a true, a genuine voted so much space, as we have done to the purpose ot bigot. An ardent, eager, and powerful, yet narrow making the reader acquainted with her—for alack! he is mind, an atrabilious temperament, a hard heart, and a to lose her immediately, and her part in this history is spirit rigid with pride of the same cast as that which exiled well nigh played out already—were it not that it is neces- Lucifer from heaven—these were the qualifications that sary to our purpose that he should know what manner of made the Niort preacher as fierce a bigot as ever woman in mind and person was the mother of "the hated. He was an eminently pious man; he was sincere Huguenot's daughter.”
-frightfully sincere in his belief in the horrible doctrines Two years had elapsed between Louise Bartenau's mar- he taught; he had suffered much persecution for his adriage and this her first confinement. And they had done herence to those doctrines ; and he stood extremely high much in their course to convince both the Huguenot and in the opinion of all those of his sect throughout the west his wife that they had made an irretrierable mistake in of France. His mind was habitually occupied with the uniting their fortunes indissolubly. It was not mere ca- contemplation of “ heavenly things ;" that is, he was price that induced Bartenau to desire the change of his ever gloating over the picture of the eternal torments of wife's name. He would fain have buried in oblivion, and those whom he hated in this life. From those vices which that, too, from the first moment of his marriage, all that arise from frailties of humanity, or from bodily self-indulcould serve to recall his Spanish wife's race, creed, and gence of any kind, André Riberac was free. Indefaticountry. Jacques Bartenau stood very high in the esteem gable, rigidly abstemious, careless of wealth, the preacher and respect of the Iluguenot party in his own town and had none of these faults, because he was all bigot. His province. He was a leading man among them. And he religion occupied the whole man. And, perhaps, rarely had incurred their very general disapprobation, and even has there lived in self-complacency a soul less fitted by its the expressed censuro of his clergy, by his marriage. The earthly pilgrimage for communion with its Maker-less poor Spanish girl, in the innocence of her heart, and the capable of conceiving a worthy idea of the universal ignorance of her head, had willingly professed her adop- Father-in a word, less godly, than that of the correct tion of her husband's creed. But her new co-religionists and zealous preacher. rightly judged her a proselyte of little value. Her hus- The personal appearance of the preacher was decidedly band could not be said to have been guilty of active un- favourable, though there was that about it which would kindness towards her. But he was constantly surrounded have prevented most physiognomists from pronouncing it by those in whose eyes she was an abomination. And he pleasing. His figure was tall, and not without dignity, suffered her to become conscious that his marriage was though thin to emaciation, and of extreme rigidity. The a matter of conscientious self-respect to him.
cye was the feature of this face that first arrested the Sadly, sadly changed was poor Louise Bartenau from attention of a stranger, and held it long. It was deep the bright creature she had been two short years before. I and black, and might almost be called flaming, so inces
FORMING A MIND.
A FATHER AND DAUGHTER,
sant, so habitual was its fierce and ever-eager expression. I the constancy of their faith and christian heroism. And The other features of the face would have been decidedly the endurance of it was not erbittered to them by the handsome but for their extreme emaciation; and the finely burning indignation, the stinging sense of wrong and expansive and lofty forehead might have been deemed injustice, which such treatment would awaken in the noble but for the excessive severity of the habitually con- breasts of men of other days, and other modes of thinking. tracted brow.
Coming forth as martyrs among their admiring townsmen, neither of the two friends had much difficulty in stepping back into that social position which they had occupied before their imprisonment. The widowed mer
chant returned to his ware-rooms and counting-house, Bartenau and his friend Riberac remained in prison till and the preacher to his old avocations amid his congrethe period of the king's death, which occurred in 1643. gation. To the little Pauline the difference, consequent The D'Aubignés had long since been suffered to return
on this change in her place of dwelling, rather than in to such liberty as could then be found in France, on giv- her mode of life, was for some years at least but small. ing an extorted promise of embracing Catholicism. To A female governante, indeed, was employed to superinavoid the necessity of keeping this promise the Sieur tend her education, and moral development. But this D'Aubigné sailed for Martinique, carrying with him his person was of course chosen with a special view to her wife and the infant, for whom fate was reserving so extra- religious opinions and qualifications. ordinary and so brilliant a fortune in the land she was
It was difficult for the little Pauline to love her father ; now leaving a proscribed fugitive. A different lot awaited
so little was there to attract, so much to repel the tender, the other prison-born child. They never met again- easily-wounded heart-shoots of a child's affection in the those two infant playmates, Françoise D'Aubigné and hard, cold man. Yet Pauline did love her father ; for Pauline Bartenau ; but from the time of that parting in hers was a loving nature, and her heart had nouglat else the prison of Niort went forward on their widely diver
to cling to. gent paths of life, each to accomplish the course marked out for her.
Well! Françoise D'Aubigné went to Martinique ; and Pauline Bartenau remained in prison at Niort. Great history has charged herself with recording the subsequent Thus time wore on ; and the Huguenot's daughter, from fortunes of the former. It is the business of this historiette being a merry, happy, lovely child, became a lovely, but to preserve, ere it bas quite perished from the memory of not very happy or checrful young woman. Externally tradition, the, perhaps, equally instructive story of the matters had changed but little with her during this lapse latter.
of years. The same vinegar-faced and verjuice-hearted Jacques Bartenau would far rather have gone forth from old maid had been her duenna and constant companion, the prison to martyrdom, than have escaped from it by Her father's society, austere and almost morose as he such a promise as D’Aubigné had given. And when he was, relieved in some degree the odious monotony of the and the preacher were left behind by their patrician fellow many tête-a-tête hours poor Pauline was constrained to prisoner, they solaced their captivity with grim reflections spend with her unamiable governante during such brief that the world knew its own, and God doubtless knew his intervals of leisure as his business allowed him. And the own also.
family circle was rarely increased or diversified, save by So for eight years, till the year 1643 that is, the little the frequent visits of the preacher Riberac. What a home Pauline grew, and learned between these two stern men. for a young girl just entering into the brightest springtide
Well! a graver, grimmer, more serious, and more joy of her existence: and one too, whom nature had endowed less education never poor child had. Yet it was a gay, with a mind as bright as the laughing dark-blue eye it happy-hearted, and laughter-loving little creature. Good lighted up, and with a spirit intended to be as gay as ever kindly Dame Nature had clearly set herself against the dwelt in a youthful heart. Alas! poor Pauline, her lot two grave and reverend seniors, in the matter of forming was surely cast in a stony place ! this child's mind and temperament. It was like to be a In the meanwhile, Time, which had done its work so toughly contested match ; but with at least two to one in well and featly on her person, had also been silently favour of Mother Nature. Meanwhile the little object and gradually at work on the development of her mind. of the struggle seemed to suffer less in thus being pulled Could the whole process of Time's schooling with its every two different ways than might have been imagined. The influence, its every lesson, its every cause, and every fact is, that Dame Nature was taking it easy; and those effect in the formation of a mind be faithfully written who are in the habit of watching her ways, and observing down, the recital would fill more volumes than do our the development of her operations, might have foreseen most voluminous encyclopædias of all human knowledge ; that in this case she was sure to win.
and the volumes would yet be well worth the reading. Time wore on, and at length came the liberation of But as well might one sit down by a sapling to watch its Jacques Bartenau the merchant, and Andrè Riberac the growth into an oak. And it must content us to describe, preacher, from their long imprisonment. They walked and that very imperfectly, the general results of this timeforth amid their fellow-citizens once more, self-contained, education, as observable at a given point in its progress. unexulting, and sternly calm. The grievous infliction of Nature had truly intended Pauline Bartenau for one of nearly ten years' confinement within the walls of a prison her choicest creations. had been borne by these men with stern unshrinking And how had grown the spiritual nature of this fair fortitude, as a heaven-sent infliction, destined to prove creature amid the influences, exclusively of one description,
which we know had ever surrounded it? It is said that of every generous and gentle emotion. Let the bright the infant mind is as a sheet of white paper ready to re- and sparkling intelligence that leaps forward to meet the ceive whatever characters the first comer may trace approach of kindred thought, illuminate the features thereon-as virgin wax, ready to assume whatsoever and animate the sparkling eye. form it may please the hand which can first seize it to Poor Pauline! all this and more was hers. Nor was impart. Yet plastic as the infant mind may be, it is not there wanting to the completion of the fascinating whole so simple and easy a matter to fashion it entirely ac- a fair share of those peculiarly female qualities which, in cording to the will of those who may seem to have the the presumption of our masculine wisdom, we are wont most uncontrolled power to direct it. Its very im- to designate as imperfections. Among these was a strong pressionability foils the educator. Influences unseen, but most innocent love of admiration. Yes ! shake your untraceable, whose approach the utmost vigilance can heads, wise moralists ! and think what a much better no more prevent than it can that of the circumambient plan for the construction of a female bosom you could air, assist, modify, or mar the efforts of him who have suggested, had Nature only consulted you ! lere would assume the responsibility of forming a mind. The and there-rarely, thank heaven--one meets a monster intellectual powers which he himself has awakened and
woman without this quality. Are they such as to make called into action may, in their free operation, which he us fall in love with the improvement ? has no longer the power to control, fight against him. Well! such was Pauline in her twentieth year. It is Nay, his own efforts, unskillfully applied, or injudiciously needless to say that she was not happy in her father's enforced, not unfrequently produce results exactly the house—that her life had been an ungenial and cheerless reverse of those which they have intended to bring one, which would have dimmed into pining, broken-spirited about. The young mind is truly as plastic as new wax; helplessness, a weaker spirit, and have perverted to bitterbut it is often forgotten that it is not equally passive. ness and gall a less right-hearted and thoroughly healthy It is forgotten that every touch produces on its delicate Needless, too, to admit that the glimpses of that impressionability results which it is difficult for the most
gay and bright-looking outer world, which rare and farexperienced to foresec.
between had reached her in her deep retirement, haapThe educational efforts of Jacques Bartenau and his peared to her gay and bright. She would not have been female and male assistant had not been crowned with the loveable and fascinating creature we have endeavoured
The ethical and religious system which it had to describe her had it been otherwise. been the object of their united endeavours to inculcate Do you feel any interest, reader, for the Huguenot's had been rejected by the mind of the pupil. Gradually, daughter? See her, as she sits there at the window over estrangement grew up between them. It could not have that of her father's warchouse, and looking into the narro been otherwisc. The rebellious child was to him as a street, formed almost entirely of the dull and quiet-looking lost sheep
tenements of other similar dealers. She is plying, someAnd what was the effect of such an education and what languidly, it is true, the needle which is elaboratsuch a position on the unhappy girl herself? The falla- ing some of that gorgeous work, delicate and yet durable, ciousness of the only guides she had having become which employed so many of the hours of our great-greatmanifest to her, she was left without guidance to find or grand-mothers ; and listening as little as possible to the make a path for herself. And worse than this, her whole interminable lecture of her grim governante-delivered experience of the hearts and opinions of those who almost avowedly for the pleasure of the deliverer, rather preached and taught religion, had been such as to leave than from any expected advantage to the recipient-on her mind impressed with no very high opinion of the the exceeding wickedness of the world in general, and of vital importance of religion itself, in the conduct of life herself in particular, and the fearful sinfulness of all and the formation of character. From her cradle up worldly occupations, especially the fabrication of vanities, wards, every idea of religion which had reached her mind such as that on which she was then engaged. Do you had reached it in connexion with ideas of persecution, feel any interest in her fate? If so, pass we on to the hatred, and bigotry. The doctrines of her father's sect
next Chapter. were loathsome to her unperverted heart; and the palpablo absurdities of the Roman faith, together with the nature of the deeds it produced and sanctioned, had been too often and too forcibly pointed out to her, to
“VIRGINIBUS PUERISQUE." leave any possibility of her embracing Catholicism.
It was about that period of Pauline's life, of which we Such was the condition and position of Pauline were speaking in the last chapter, that an incident ocBartenau when she reached her twentieth year. That curred, which eventually gave rise to the circumstances she was beautiful, surpassingly beautiful, has already been that coloured the entire sequel of it. Jacques Bartenau intimnted. Let each reader complete the sketch to his was a scrupulously honest and honourable dealer ; and mind's eye according to his fancy. But when his imagi- the probity and loyal character of his transactions had nation shall have presented to him his beau ideal of beauty, hitherto kept him clear from any of those disputes and let him, if his conception is to personate adequately the misunderstandings to which commercial affairs are so Poitevin Iluguenot's daughter, endow the creation with liable. But he was not a man to give up an advantage such a heart and intellect as can alone render beauty to which he deemed himself honestly entitled. And it perfectly irresistible. Let the warm and genial heart, so happened that some difference respecting the terms unchilled, though aching from the want of an object on of a contract entered into between him and a large which it might worthily expend, with uncalculating muni- manufacturer of Sedan-already the seat of a thriving ficence, its overflowing treasures of affection, be the seat cloth trade-led to a warm dispute between the manu
facturer and the merchant. The matter in question in- open frank-looking features, animated with an irresistibly volved interests to a considerable amount. Neither merry and laughing blue eye--these were advantages inparty would yield to the representations of the other, estimable in the societies that Jules de Pontarlier best and it became necessary to submit the matter to the loved to frequent in his hours of recreation; and which arbitration of the tribunals.
were by no means thrown away even among the grave The question at issue was to be tried at the “Grands seniors who stood around the path of professional success. Jours de Poitiers," as the session for the purpose of Such was the young advocate to whom Jacques Bartenau holding what we should call “ assizes” was then termed; had, by the recommendation of some of the seniors of the and Bartenau had neglected no fair precaution to en- profession, entrusted the conduct of his case ; sure a successful issue to his suit. Among the which involved property to a larger amount than any that measures he had adopted was that of securing the services had hitherto been confided to his zeal and skill. of an advocate, who had been especially recommended Well : consultations, explanations, much preparatory to him as particularly conversant with the laws and talking, were necessary. Jules de Pontarlier came frecustoms regulating commercial affairs. The advocate quently to the merchant's house-frequently saw Pauline thus selected was still a young man, though already --sat in the same room with her. And so, it came to marked as a rising one in his profession, and favourably pass that
the reader knows the rest known to the judges and to his seniors at the bar. Ilis already. What! the old story, eh? ... Yes! name was Jules de Pontarlier.
un-gentle reader ! it is an old story. It is 5818 years The legal profession was, at the period of which we old, according to the computation of good Archbishop are speaking, becoming daily more important in the Usher, learned in these and many other matters. The government of bis country, and occupying a position of tale, truly, has never been a new one, since it was first greater consideration in the eyes of the court, the military told amid the bowers of Paradise. And such has been noblesse, and the people. The members of the profession the abiding influence of this, its first birth-place, on its were held together by an esprit de corps at the least nature, that when rightly told by fitting lips to fitting strong as that which united the old feudal nobility to ears, it changes the scene of its telling- be that what it as each other. And the parliamentarian families, may-to a veritable Paradise, for the time being. Yes! many of whom for several generations together had en- ungentle reader, the story is old. But we must be joyed the honours of the “gown,” were as proud of excused if we take leave to hint, that were the story their long.robed ancestry, as the haughtiest of the all that is old in the matter, its age would in no “noblesse de l'epeé.” In many of these families wit wise interfere with its favourable reception. Look at and learning seemed to be hereditary; and in general the inscription at the head of this chapter, old gentleman, the legal profession at that day comprehended, in the -“ Virginibus Puerisque !"--and to those indulgent ranks of its junior members, a very large proportion of readers we address ourselves for the present. Those to the talent of the rising generation.
whom the story is too stale a one to be interesting may Of those who had been recently admitted to the hon- turn on to the sequel. Not but that is an old story too. ours of the bar, and to whom its seniors most confidently Alack! but too old a story in this poor world of ours. looked to maintain and add to the credit of the profession, But somehow there is something in it which often makes both as a sound lawyer and a man of talent, nono occupied it pleasant reading to those who turn up their respectable a more prominent place than Jules de Pontarlier. Ile roscate noses at a true love tale. was one of those gifted few, who can carry cumbrous Jules de Pontarlier and Pauline Bartenau met frelearning, without in any degree making the weight of the quently-somewhat more frequently perhaps than the load manifest to the mere looker-on by the heaviness of strict necessities of the legal business in hand might have his step or constrained action of his gait. When out of required. You, too, can perchance guess the result, incourt, and not engaged in preparing the affairs of his genuous youths, gentle maids, be ye yet faney-free, or clients for their appearance there, the playfulness of his wit, bearing in your stricken hearts the wound. And now that and light gaiety of his manner, were such as rendered him we have appealed especially to you to listen to this section a favourite in circles where the gayer-plumaged scions of our history, we are diffident of our own powers of of the sword noblesse were his rivals, in competing for the worthily narrating it. We have the consolation, however, guerdon of a smile from lovely lips, or an approving glance of feeling quite certain that every one among you can from bright eyes. And a dangerous competitor was the supply the “hiatus valde deflenduz” for yourselves.young lawyer to the gayest and gallantest empty-pated (Those “horrid Latin words,” dear young ladies, signify young soldier. For despite the axiom laid down to the impassioned whisperings of devotion.” It is the beauticontrary by that great authority in such matters, Thomas ful phrase of love's own poet-Ovid.) You will have no Moore, in the charming little song of “Beauty, Reason, difficulty, we are sure, in imagining all this for yourand Folly,” we maintain, with all respect, that Folly never selves, without aid of ours. Ilow the young lawyer was yet succeeded in making himself so agreeable to Beauty as smitten home to his heart's core by the charms of our Reason can, when he chooses to don the cap and bells for Paulinc-how he contrived to declare that fact to her an hour, and wear them with a grace and effect that their with every sufficient intelligibility, without at all comown silly owner can never contrive to produce. Other municating the intelligence to the old merchant, to whom qualifications there are, without which neither Reason nor he was all the while busily explaining certain points and Folly need hope success in Beauty's bowers. Somo fair bearings of his case-how by an unfortunate mistake of share of Beauty's own especial graces is absolutely neces- half-an-hour in the time of an appointment to meet his sary; and these the young lawyer possessed in no trifling client at his residence one evening on his return from degree. A handsome and singularly elegant person, finel bearing one of our friend Riberac's lengthened dig