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before the gaze and murmur that pass- mond de Toulouse ! Traitor to God and : ed before him. A thrill of gr ief, won his lady, and mansworn of his knightder, and admiration past through every hood ; traitor knight, so is thy name heart which had so lately seen his cast out from true knights, and so I cast crowned head, riding through that thy shame in thy teeth, and defy thee in street, in all the light and glory of vic. the name of God, the defender of the tory and the cross; and at each pause orpheline and desolate!” of the choir, a deep“ Amen!"' answer The people stood cold and still, and ed from the crowd. As the procession hushed as death ; and the blood went came to the high cross, the chant ceased, out of the Earl's lips, till they were the train stopped, and the heralds lift- white as his kirtle. The heralds sat ed their hands and cried, Oyez! down, but Raymond stood still and vaOyez! Oyez! so should it be done to caut, his arms hanging to his side, and all knights, traitors to orphelines and his eyes fixed upon the air. maidens."*

The bishop rose ont of his chair, and A deep death-pause rested upon the took the book in his hand; for a inocrowd, and no voice answered back ment he stood and looked upon the again ; the heavy tramp went on, the knight.chant rose up, and the procession past “In the garden of God, one little on towards the cathedral.

white rose grew amidst the flowers, The long lines of monks vanished very fair, and pure, and bright, the like shadows within the deep arch of sweetest among the blossoms; the sun the great portal, till the white gliding loved to shine upon it by day, and the figures re-appeared in the light moon by night; and the dew and the of the still choir, and the cowls, and rain watered it in the heat, and the gowns, and glittering glaives poured breeze kissed it in the morning, and through the dim aisles, till the choir said, God bless thee, and He did bless and nave was filled with the dark crowd. it, till it was the fairest of the earth The church was hung with black, and and the trees bent over to keep it from lighted as for a soul-inass ; and as the the wind, and the birds sung to it at torches and the penitent advanced to the noon, and the angels of God looked altar, the voices of the unseen choir down upon it, and blessed his name and the still peal of the organ, went up that had made it lovely. over his head, as if the saints and the God gave thee the flower, and the seraphims mourned over him in hea. forest to keep and watch, and defend ven. Raymond wrapped his face in his from all wrong; and he gave thee the mantle, and knelt upon the stone, and oak, and the palm, the fair fields, and bowed his head upon the footstool of the still, green wood, and all that the altar, till the priest raised him, and walked therein-and if this had not set him on the “seige douloureux,"in been enough he would have given thee the sight of all the people.

The service of the penitents was per “ Thou spared to come to the cedar, formed, the monks extinguished their and the oak, and plucked the little torches at the foot of the shrine, and the flower that was lonely, and put it in thy heralds advanced to the altar. Sir Ray- bosom when it was sweet, and when it mond stood up and turued to the people, faded, cast it on the ground to die, and and the pursuivants took off his white went thy way!” gown, and displayed his knightly habit Raymond fell on his face before the and belt of estate. There was a ter- altar; and the people wept and sobrible pause, and not a breath passed bed, and sunk on their knees as if their in the chapel. The heralds advanced hearts fell with his who bowed before to the Earl, and broke his sword over them. The bishop laid his hand upon his head, and hewed the spurs froin his the bookheels, and rent the fur from his tabard; " When the wicked man turneth and immediately his shield and crest away from his wickedness that he hath were spurned from the church door ; committed, and doth that which is lawthe trumpets sounded on the steps, and ful and right, he shall save his soul the heralds cried,~"Raymond de Tou- alive! Look up, my son ; 'God is mer. louse! Raymond de Toulouse! Ray- ciful and great to forgive us our of

fences !'_ He will see thy repentance * Every knight by his oath was particularly and say, Thou shalt not die!" sworn to succour and defend all maidens, orphe.

The Earl rose upon his knee, and the lines, and · desolate ladies;" hence treason against any, in such character, was the highest bishop laid his hand upon his head, and act of villany and infamy in a chevalier. spoke the words of absolution, and laid


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the cross on his brow, and bid him rise. no for me business lo dig hole only
Raymond stood up and the prelate kiss. carry what you fill him up wid ;" and
ed him on the cheek, and belted him the vampire, looking over his shoulder,
with a new sword; and the heralds cast his eye towards his load, and grin-
braced clean spurs upon his heels, and ned until his white teeth glanced from
put a crest of a new device upon his ear to ear.
head, and cried, “ God make thee a new “Now," said the Irish serjeant, “I
and valiant knight, and keep these arms could brain you, but it is not worth
10 his service, to aid the widow, orphe while !"-question if he could, how-
line, and every one distressed and de- ever, knowing as I did the thickness of
solate, and maintain the right against all their skulls.-“ Ah! here they come,”
men who may live and die !" Imme- and a dozen half-drunken-more than
diately the trumpets sounded, and the half-naked, bloated, villanous-looking
pursuivants proclaimed him, lord, earl, blackamoors, with shovels and pick-
and knight; the furred mantle of state axes on their shoulders, came along
was cast over his shoulders, and he the road, laughing and singing most
came out among his people Raymond lustily. They passed beneath where
de Toulouse.

we sat, and, when about a stonecast

beyond, they all jumped into a trench To be concluded in our next. or pit, which I had not noticed before,

about twenty feet long, by eight wide. SONNET.

It was already nearly six feet deep,

but it seemed they had instructions to And is it thus-and must it ever be

sink it further, for they first plied their That all we love the most must pass away, pick-axes, and then began to shovel

That all we have loved, shall be as the day, out the earth. When they had com-
Forgotten, when no more the Sun we see!
The giant oak bends unto Time's decree pleted their labour, the serjeant who
The tender blossom withers from the spray,

had been superintending their opera-
The green of summer turns to winter grey tions, returned to where the carts were
And oh, ye joys of spring-tide, where are ye!
Gone, and for ever gone:-and so shall die

still standing beneath the tree. One All that the mind delights in or reveres,

of them had six coffins in it, with the To the cold dust of Memory they shall lie name of the tenant of each, and number

To be awaked no more by sighs or tears. Alas! thou can'st not live, most beauteous

of his company, marked in red chalk Love,

on the smallest end ! On the rude earth, or-die in heaven above. I say, Snowdrop," said the serjeant,

New Mon. “ how do you come to have only five

bodies, when Cucumbershin there has TOM CRINGLE'S DESCRIPTION six ?" OF THE YELLOW FEVER IN

"To be sure I hab no more as five, JAMAICA.*

and weight enough too. You no see

Corporal Bumblechops dere? You Two carts, each drawn by a mule, knows how big he was. and driven by a negro, approached the

“Well, but where is Serjeant Heavy, tree where we were perched. A soli- stern? why did you not fetch him away tary serjeant accompanied them, and with the others ?” they appeared, when a bow-shot dis The negro answered doggedly,tant, to be loaded with white deal “ Massa Serjeant, you should remember boxes.

dem no die of consumption-cough you I paid little attention to them until call him-nor fever and ague, nor any they drove under the tree." I say, ting dat waste dem-for tree day gone Snowdrop," said the non-commission -no more—all were mount guard, tout ed officer," where be them black ras- and fat; so as for Serjeant Heavystern, cals, them pioneers,—where is the him left in de dead-house at de hospital.” fateague party, my Lily-white, who

“ I guessed as much, you dingy tief,” ought to have had the trench dug by said the serjeant, “ but I will break this time !"

your bones, if you don't give me a suf“ Dere now,” grumbled the negro, ficing rason, why you left him." And

ting to deal wid he approached Snowdrop with his white gentleman, but devil cannot sa

cane raised in act to strike. tisfy dem worsted sash.” Then aloud Stop, massa,” shouted the negro, “Me no know, sir-me can't tell me will tell you—Dr. Plaget desire

dat Heavystern should be leave." * We extract the above from Blackwood's

Confound Dr. Plaget !” and he Magazine of the present month.

smote the pioneer across the pate,

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whereby he broke his stick, "althongh,

Sleep, sleep, my child, and may thine eyes

These sorrows never see! as I anticipated, without much hurting

On thee may brighter fortunes rise his man-but the serjeant instantly Than ever shone on me! saw his error, and with a piece of the

Almighty Jove! to whom alone baton he gave Snowdrop a tap on the The way of fate belongs.

O spare, spare

this little one, shin-bone, that set him pirouetting on

To wreak his mother's wrongs! one leg, with the other in his hand, like a teetotum.

Why, sir, did you not bring as PERSONAL APPEARANCE AND many as Cucumbershin, sir ?":

CHARACTER OF SIR WALTER “ Becaase”—screamed Snowdrop, in

SCOTT. great wrath, now all alive and kicking from the smart becaase Cu

In stature, Sir Walter Scott was upcumbershin is loaded with light infan- wards of six feet, bulky in the upper try, sir, and all mine are grenadier, part of the body, but never inclining in Massa Serjeant-dat dem good reason ihe least to what is called corpulency. surely."

His right limb was shrunk from an “ No, 'it is not, sir ; go back and early period of boyhood, and required fetch Heavystern immediately, or by to be supported by a staff, which he the powers but I will —"

carried close to the toes, the heel turn“Massa Serjeant, you must be mad ing a little inwards. The other limb -Dr. Plaget -you won't yeerie-bat was perfectly sound, but the foot was him say, five grenadier-especially.wid too long to bring it within the descripCorporal Bumblechops for one is good tion of handsome. The chest, arms, and load-ay, wery tif load-equal to se- shoulders, were those of a strong man ; ven tallion company (battalion, I pre- but the frame, in its general movesame), and more better load, great ments, must have been much enfeebled deal, den six light infantry-beside by his lameness, which was such as to him say, tell Serjeant Pivot to send you give an ungainly, though not inactive back at five in de afternoon wid four appearance, to the figure. The most more coffin, by which time he would remarkable part of Sir Walter's person have anoder load, and in trute the load was his head, which was so very tall was ready prepare in de dead-house' and cylindrical, as to be quite unique. before I come away, only dem were The measurement of the part below the not well cold just yet.

eyes, was full an inch and a half less than that above, which, both upon

the old and the new systems of PhreTRANSLATION OF A GREEK FRAG. nology must be held as a striking mark MENT FROM SIMONIDES.

of the intellectuality of his character. Around the helpless wandering bark

In early life, the hair was of a sandy The gathering tempest howl'd,

pale colour : but it was changed by his And swelling o'er the ocean dark

illness in 1819 to a light grey, and latThe whitening billows rollid.

terly had become rather thin. Tlie The fair one fear'd; she turn'd her eyes eyebrows, of the same hue, were so Her eyes with anguish fill'd

shaggy and prominent, that when he To where her sleeping infant lies, She look'd, and clasp'd the child.

was reading or writing at a table, they

completely shrouded the eyes beneath. What griefs oppress this wearied breast ! Yet nought oppresses thine;

The eyes were grey, and somewhat No sorrows break thy placid rest

small, surrounded by numerous divergAh! were these slumbers mine!

ing lines, and possessing the extraorHere e'en denied one scanty beain

dinary property of shutting as much from The gloomy night to cheer,

below as from above, when their posYet soft thou sleep'st, nor do'st thou dream of tempests raging near.,

sessor was excited by a ludicrous idea.

The nose was the least elegant feature, o lovely babe! around thy brow,

though its effect in a front view was by Unharm'd the curlets play; Nor all the angry blasts that blow

no means unpleasing. The cheeks were Can draw one sigb from thee,

firm and close ; and the chin small and Yet didst thou koow how deep I mourn,

undistinguished. The mouth Thou'dst bend thine infant ear,

straight in its general shape, and the Thy little heart would sighs return,

lips rather thin. Between the nose Tbine eyes an answering tear.

and mouth was a considerable space, O sink, ye stormy winds, to rest ! Be still thou troubled deep!

intersected by a hollow, which gave an O sleep, ye sorrows, in my breast,

air of firmness to the visage. When And let me ceasc to weep!

walking alone, Sir Walter generally


kept his eyes bent upon the ground, irreproachable. Indeed, in no single and had a somewhai abstracted and relation of life does it appear that he even repulsive aspect. But when ani- ever incurred the least blame. His mated by conversation, his countenance good sense, and good feeling united, became full of pleasant expression.— appear to have guided him aright He may be said to have had three prin- through all the difficulties and temptacipal kinds of aspects :—First, when tions of life; and, even as a politician, totally unexcited, the face was heavy, though blamed by many for his excluwith sometimes an appearance of va- sive sympathy in the cause of estabcancy, arising from a babit of drawing lished rule, he was always acknowthe under lip far into his mouth, as if ledged to be too benevolent and too unto facilitate breathing. Second, when obtrusive to call for severe censure.stirred with some lively thought, the Along with the most perfect uprightface broke into an agreeable smile, and ness of conduct, he was characterised the eyes twinkled with a peculiarly by extraordinary simplicity of mandroll expression, the result of that ele- ners. He was invariably gracious and vation of the lower eye-lids, which had kind, and it was impossible ever to debeen just noticed. In no portrait is tect in his conversation a symptom of this aspect caught so happily, as in that his grounding the slightest title to conpainted near the close of his life, by sideration upon his literary fame, or of Mr. Watson Gordon, (and of which å his even being conscious of it. Of all remarkably good engraving, by Hos- men living, the most modest, as likeburgh of Edinburgh, is prefixed to the wise the greatest and most virtuous, revised edition of his novels,) no other was Sir Walter Scott. painter, apparently, having detected

Chambers' Edin. Jour. the extraordinary muscular movement which occasions the expression. The


For the Olio. third aspect of Sir Walter Scott was one of a solemn kind, always assumed when

I oft bave thought that beanty drew he talked of any thing which he respecte From liveliness its keenest dart; ed, or for which his good sense inform And that the blush of roseate hue ed him that a solemn expression was

Had most the power to move the heart.

But now I know the rose may yield, appropriate. For example, if he had

And in the lily fade away, occasion to recite but a single verse of

Still Love possess an ampler field romantic ballad poetry, or if he were And reign with more unbounded sway. informed of any unfortunate occurrence, The soft, the delicate, the meek in the least degree concerning the indi Obtain an interest deeper felt: vidual addressing him, his visage alter

The almost pallid languid cheek,

The eye that almost seems to melt. ed in a moment to an expression of deep

To these I'll add the taper shape, veneration, or of grave sympathy. The

The sylph-like form half divine ; general tone of his mind, however, Ah! who can from their power escape being decidedly cheerful, the humorous Whose heart can feel and bleed like mine? aspect was that in which he most fre- Kirby Street. quently appeared. It remains only to be mentioned, in an account of his per

THE FORGER. sonal peculiarities, that his voice was

Contiuued from page 149. slightly affected by the indistinctness which is so general in the county of When Serjeant — had mounted the Northumberland, in pronouncing the ladder, which was too short to admit of letter r, and that this was more obser- his reaching the window, further than vable when he spoke in a solemn man- lis chest, he beheld Desfield, in the ner, than on other occasions.

low, deep, and dark garret, seated beIt is by far the greatest glory of Sir fore a strong blast forge, with an exWalter Scott, that he shone equally as a pression which seemed to be between good and virtuous man, as he did in the composure and fortitude. He capacity of the first fictitious writer of surrounded by shallow tin trays, dividthe age. His behaviour through life ed into compartments of about the size was marked by undeviating integrity of a bank nole. From each of these and purity ; insomuch, that no scandal- compartments he was taking small parous whisper was ever yet circulated cels of forged notes, between a pair of against him. The traditionary recollec- tongs, with which he held them on the tion of his early life is burdened with top of the fire until the strong draft no stain of any sort. His character as consumed them, and they were then a husband and a father is altogether replaced by others. The object of the

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serjeant in fring, was not to hit Des. He burst from his keepers, lo seize the field, but to intimidate him, and knock fragments. He evinced his ferocious the funnel or iron chimney pipe of the nature, and fought desperately for that forge to pieces, and thus prevent bis on which bis life depended ; but he further destruction of the paper.

was handcuffed, and his efforts were As soon as Desfield opened the door, therefore in vain. the police officer sprung upon him. As they were taking him to the jail of Desfield indignantly struck his arms , they wet the wife and daughter refrom his neck and grappled him by the turning home. This affectionate and throat. The passage was dark; a fiercé unhappy girl evinced the deepest afflicbut short struggle ensued, and both tion, and implored that she might be alwere heard to fall through a trap into lowed to follow her beloved father. some cellar. A trooper flashed his

“ Child," said the stern Desfield, “my pistol across the opening, and by the fate is fixed: but I have but one unlight was seen the officer on his back, happy feeling—it is for you. You alone with Desfield keeping one knee in the can make the short time I have to live pit of his stomach, and his thumbs prese either happy, or extremely wretched. sed in front of his throat. Four of the Bear your own lot with your father's soldiers fearlessly dropped into this fortitude ; think not of me-be happy, cellar, and after a short struggle. num- and I am happy. The blood about me bers prevailed, and the criminal was is that of my captors. Wife, bring me secured. A light was brought, and clean linen to-night. I must see you at the swollen protruding tongue, the pur- the jail. Sweet child, remember the ple face, and eyes bursting from their education I have given you ; be happy sockets, presented a shocking spec- till we meet.” tacle, and told too plainly that the Desfield spoke with a commanding delay in the rescue, even of a few se- firruness, in order to produce the effect conds, would have been fatal to the he wished. But when they had made policeman. He was restored with him proceed, the father filled his heart difficulty.

the struggle was in vain; and the long Handcuffs were placed on the cri- gathering drop rolled down his cheek, minal, and a strict search of the pre- and was followed by a gush of tears. mises took place. Even the funnel of The troopers jeered him for crying like the stove was taken down, on the idea a woman. It was the only point in that some of the notes, imperfectly con which he was more manly and better sumed, might have lodged in the soot. than themselves. Desfield laughed sardonically, and Except this one point, the most stoic "taunted his persecutors, as each effort mastery of the mind over the feelings proved abortive.

never forsook him. He was convicted The search was over-it had been principally upon the evidence of the totally fruitless; but whilst they were notes rescued from the furnace. lashing the arms of Desfield, to convey

The last interview with his family him on horseback to the county jail, was extraordinary. The wife reproachthe serjeant stood grinding his teeth ed him for bringing her to poverty. with rage, at the manner in which he “I always told you what would come had been mutilated, foiled, and laugh- of it," said the selfish woman; and ed to scorn by his prisoner.

you have got what you deserve." It “ For a fellow to go through all the was not thus with the young and beauSpanish compaigns, and wear the Wa- tiful Emily. She called upon terloo medal, and at last to lose his arm own kind father-her fond and good and be laid up a pensioner for life, from father.”. She hung upon his neck, fell such a cursed thief-taking skirmish as on her knees, and clasping his legs this! The devil take all who would bathed them with her tears, poured employ the king's troops in such dirty forth in the agony of her broken heart. service. Let's be off with the pri- The piteous wailings of her young atfecsoner.”

As the serjeant fiercely spoke tions were succeeded by the sobs and the overflowings of his rage, he gave a gaspings of her exhausted senses; and furious kick at a bit of the iron funnel when she found they had removed her that lay in the door-way. It fell to from him in her state of insensibility, pieces by the blow, and from a joint or she went off into the frenzy of maniac elbow, tumbled out several bits of grief. paper, partially burnt, or only singed. Desfield had pressed her to his heart

The triumphant and flushed counte- with a fondness and despair truly agonance of Desfield turned ghastly pale. nizing. With his stoic heroism, he

bi her

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