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among themselves, and many doubtless were the sage remarks and opinions that were advanced upon the occasion. In the mean time the lovers pursued their rambles with free licence and without the apprehension of being detected. It was on a beauteous autumnal evening that they strayed up a mountain immediately behind the fishery: Wilhelm had an old rifle, (his constant companion in these excursions) slung across his shoulders. Which besides serving to bring down a bird of prey, if any such appeared, it was also made to perform the office of a staff, to assist him in climbing over the crags. After gaining a gentle ascent covered with herbage and bush, they proceeded to wind their way through a deep ravine: the scene was wild in the extreme, steep rocks rose high on either side, interspersed with overhanging trees, whose gnarled roots had wormed their way into the crevices of the granite; the brushwood grew thickly around, the mountain stream came pouring down, occasionally breaking off into small though beautiful cascades; huge blocks of granite, which from time time had rolled down the mountain, at places obstructed its way, and caused it to flow in a circuitous course. On emerging from the ravine they encountered a scene in every way worthy the pencil of a Claude, or even of our own countryman the inimitable Turner, who shines so brilliantly in his delineation of a sunset; they were situated upon a rocky eminence, which commanded a view on one hand of the whole extent of False Bay; beneath stood the fishery by the road side which winds round the foot of the mountain towards Simons Town; on the other hand were spread the waters of the broad Atlantic, in whose bosom the sun, which, had the appearance of a glowing fire ball, was fast sinking; the west presented to the eye a complete blaze of red, the minute feathery clouds of deep crimson were scattered over the heavens, and a rich tinge pervaded the whole scene. While they were contemplating the beauties of the landscape, a large black eagle, with a loud whistling noise, rushed aloft, and taking a majestic sweep winged his flight towards the south, but a shot from Wilhelm's rifle soon stayed his career, and he fell heavily behind a crag at some distance. "Rest here awhile, dearest Ghertrude," exclaimed he, "until I have made sure of my prey, I will immediately return;" and a way he bounded towards the spot where the eagle

dropped. Scarcely had he secured his prize ere he heard a scream, which seemed to proceed from the spot where he left Ghertrude; he immediately hurried thither, but to his consternation she was not to be seen. His attention was soon arrested by another shriek issuing from the ravine through which they had lately passed, he flew with the rapidity of lightning in the direction of the sound; a rustling among the bushes facilitated his pursuit, and in a few moments he beheld Ghertrude struggling in the arms of a man.

"Sacuddee here!" he exclaimed in a tone of surprise, "what means this outrage, villain ?"

The wretch to whom this was addressed, on finding his attempt foiled, loosed his victim, who staggered to a rock for support; he spoke not but a scowl of defiance was depicted on his countenance. This Sacuddee, who was a native of Mosambique, was one of the boat steerers belonging to the whale fishery, he was a man of fierce and violent passions, and was known to possess a heart as diabolical and black as his own swarthy visage. On the present occasion he presented a striking contrast to the handsome form of Wilhelm; he was short of stature, but his limbs were of herculean dimensions; his broad chest, and thick muscular neck, shewed immense bodily strength; a flat nose, enormous ears, thick flabby lips, and wide distended mouth, composed the hideous visage of this savage. The only articles of dress that he possessed were a thick red shirt open at the throat, a pair of dirty canvass trowsers, that were tucked up above the knees, leaving his legs exposed; his feet were totally unacquainted with shoes, and a handkerchief striped with yellow bound round his crisp woolly head, completed his attire.

Wilhelmn aimed a violent blow at the head of the ruffian, with the butt end of his rifle, which had it encountered his skull it must inevitably have scattered his brains among the rocks, but was avoided, and a fearful strife ensued,-desperate was the struggle, they closed, the giant strength of the black availed him little against that of Wilhelm, which was combined with agility; they fell to the earth, the latter had the advantage, and was uppermost ; he succeeded in placing his knee on the breast of his antagonist, and fixing on his throat with an iron gripe; the efforts of Sacuddee to rise were violent but unavailing, his eyes became distended, and the tongue lolled out of his mouth,

when suddenly he disengaged one of his arms, and seizing a knife from Wilhelm's girdle, plunged it into the side of the harponeer, who sank bleeding to the ground. The screams of Ghertrude had been heard from below, and a number of men were seen ascending the mountain's side. Ere they arrived at the spot, however, the villain had escaped. A temporary bandage was applied to Wilhelm's wound, the bleeding staunched, and he was conveyed home on a litter of boughs. The wound, fortunately, proved to be not mortal, and in the course of a few weeks, owing to a vigorous constitution, and the constant and unremitting care with which he was attended, he was completely restored. It is obvious that the villain Sacuddee had followed them up the mountain, and had seized upon the opportunity to put his vile purpose into effect. All attempts to capture the Swretch proved abortive, the place of his retreat could never be discovered.

The fishery season, which had hitherto been unusually successful, was far advanced, and its close was anxiously looked to by Wilhelm and Ghertrude. One morning the sun had scarcely peeped above the horizon, when the signal fire was seen to blaze upon the mountain's brow. Every thing was in readiness; five boats were instantly manned and launched. The pursuit was eager, each striving for the mastery. The morning was chill, the breeze blew steadily, and the clouds hung heavily on the mountain brow. They neared their prey.

"Long pulls, my lads," cried Wilbelm, who stood in the boat's bow, with his jacket doffed, his arms bare, the weapon and the line all clear for running one more pull and his harpoon was deeply buried in the blubber-coated monster of the deep. Another second had not elapsed ere the boat was whirled in the air, crushed to atoms. The men, who swam like Newfoundland dogs, were speedily taken up by the other boats, but Wilhelm was missing. After a short search his body was picked up; a fragment of the boat had struck him -the breath of life had passed away. He was frightfully disfigured: - - his countenance was livid and distorted; the eyes were wide open and glassy; the under jaw hung on the breast; while streams of purple gore issued from his mouth and nostrils; the left side of his frame was entirely shattered, and a mangled corse was all that reamined of the ill-fated harponeer.

A description of the feelings of Ghertrude will not be attempted, words are inadequate to the task: those alone who may have been placed under the same distressing circumstances, will be able to form any conception of her mental sufferings. On the tidings of his death being communicated to her, a sudden thrill passed over her frame; she spake not; her eye was fixed in vacant gaze; she stood motionless:but the wide distended nostril, and a faint quivering of the lip, spoke the intensity of agonizing torture that raged within: it continued only for a momoment, and she fell into her father's arms. Restoratives were applied, and in a short time animation returnedbut reason had departed for ever.

Some months had elapsed since these incidents occurred. It was on a stormy day; the fiery south-easter howled furiously among the cloud-capped mountains, and the feathery spray flew in a vast sheet of vapour over the dark raging waters of False Bay, and the gigantic curling breakers rolled in upon the beach with a deatening roar. Some fishermen were pacing the Fish Hook Sands, watching for the cessation of the gale, in order that they might resume their daily avocations, when their attention was arrested by the appearance of something white floating upon the face of the waters, which was seen as it rose at intervals on the bosom of the wave. All was anxiety to ascertain what it could be, and the whole body of fishermen congregated together on the spot where it was expected to land, each eager to gain the first glimpse, and thereby to satisfy his curiosity. The object of their excitement in the mean time neared the shore, and at length mounting upon a huge billow it was dashed violently upon the beach. It proved to be the body of a drowned person-a female. An old man raised her in his arms, to ascertain if any spark of life remained the dark wet hair, dripping with brine, lay heavily on the face, and concealed the countenance; the locks were raised, and discovered the features of the unhappy maniac - Ghertrude Bremmel! Her countenance wore the same mild and placid aspect as in life-she was still beautiful in death; but pale, stiff, and cold as sculptured marble. It was remarked that the body was washed on the beach at the precise spot where her life had, on a former occasion, been preserved by her lover.

Many were the conjectures as to the means by which she came to her un

timely end; perhaps the following is the most probable. It was supposed that she had wandered among the rocks by the sea side, near the father's dwelling, and was so lost in the contemplation of the wild conflict of the contending elements, that she had fallen accidentally into the waves that lashed furiously beneath her feet; some reports were current that she had precipitated herself intentionally into the waters, but charity forbids us coming to such conclusion; let us therefore trust that she may meet him she loved, where sorrows and death can never separate

them.

WILLIAM HENRY.

THE HARE-HOUND AND
THE WITCH.
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As fast as horses could gallop with him, he left Dublin, a few moments following.

"By Cork, Kate," he began, laugh'ing, as his daughter, upon his arrival at the house which used to be his home, hurried to meet him; but he could not carry on the farce; his throat was full and choking; and suddenly throwing himself upon his child's neck, he sobbed aloud.

She understood him, but said nothing; she only kissed his cheeks and pressed his hands, keeping down all show of her own grief and alarm.Woman! in such a situation, you can do this man cannot: it is above the paltry selfisness of his nature.

He rallied, and tried to take up bis absurd jeering tone, but, soon tripped in it a second time.

Ay Kate-by the good old Jove, I'm a poorer man than the day I raffled for your mother; and you must work, sure enough, to try and keep a little bread with us. If there's any thing you think I can turn my hand to, only say the word, and you'll see i'll not be idle, my poor girl."

tie entered into the details of his misfortunes and mortifications. Among other things, he mentioned the slight of the puppy officer;" and neither his wonder nor his curiosity was excited, when, now for the first time, Catherine burst into tears.

It shows much good sense to take my Lady Law at her word. Fortune is fickle but law is tickleness: the principal itself. And so seemed to argue the successful young aspirant to the Squire's estate. While yet only expa

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puppy officer" in the first place; Catherine's faithful adorer, in the second place; the plaintiff in the late action, in the third place; and the triumphant hunter for his mistress's hand, in the fourth place. Surely, dear fair readers, he had a claim on her. "Yes-if be account for his neglect, since she left Dublin." Very good. That's easily done. He had vainly applied for leave of absence; and his letter advising her of the fact, as also of his intention to take the field for her, dressed in the costume of a picture of his then unknown father, (which, in the Squire's town-house, Catherine had often pronounced very like him,) that letter had miscarried.

"So your daughter is mine, good sir, on your own terms," added the four-fold hero.

"Capital, by Jove! - Capital! aglorious hoax, by Cork! capital!" laughed the ex-Squire,

"I am delighted, you think so ; and I assure you, my dear sir, that I dressed myself up like the picture, merely at the time to endeavour to recommend inyself to your good opinion, by the oddity of the conceit; for knew you liked a hoax in your very heart."

"Give me your hand, my dear boy! Like a hoax!-Ah, don't I?-and it is such a prime one! choice! capital! capital, by the beard of the good old Jove!"-and, wringing his own hands and transported by his feelings, the worthy man left the room, to describe and praise to his very servants, what so much gladdened his soul.

"You were ignorant of your parentage upon the day of the hunt ?" asked

Catherine, after they had conversed t some time together.

"I was. Upon the spot where the huntsman fell, I encountered the woman, returned from half a life of wandering, who exposed me in my infancy: she had been seeking me, in Dublin, to unburden her conscience, and do me a tardy justice. I was on the road for the hunt; thither she followed me rapidly, and outstripped me some days; assuming the garb of the former witch of the cave, to conceal her identity. I need scarce say, that from her 1 then received the information which enabled me to prosecute my claim. My beloved Catherine's sense of delicacy will readily suggest to her, why I kept out of her view, from that day, until I could prove the truth or falsehood of her story. And now, here I sit, able, thank heaven! to show to the woman of my heart, that she did not quite misplace her generous love, when she gave it to a poor and friendless ensign, and with it the prospect of wealth, and of rank in the world."

It is recorded that, from this hour, Squire Hogan never wore, except perhaps when asleep, a serious face, Having resigned" with a hearty good will," his commission of justice of the peace, there remained nothing on earth to compel him to "seem wise,' as Bacon says; and he had full leisure to pursue, uninterruptedly, his practical hoaxes; which he, himself, if nobody else did it for him, called "capital! choice, by Cork's own town!"

LINES ADDRESSED TO SUSAN.
BY RALPH RIGMAROLE, ESQ.
Thy lover's inconstant,

And 'tis in this manner;
Yes! hear him confess it,
He sues you-Sues-Anna.
But this is not all!

He-alas! 'tis too true-
The whole of the sex

Thinks it nothing to Sue.
Yet the worst is to come!

For no heart he e'er took,
But he soon left the fair one,
The fond one-for-Sook.

Lit. Gaz.

LICENCED AND UNLICENCED PLACES OF PUBLIC AMUSEMENT.

"Too many shocked at what should charm them most,

Despise the plain direction, and are lost."

WE are not among the number of persons that would sacrifice human happiness, or, in other words, rational recreations, at the shrine of formality,

and rigid exaction. In a busy and care-ridden country like this, relaxation is as necessary at intervals, as exercise to the health, food to the body and relief to the mind. It would not be practicable to define the kind of relaxation requisite and advisable to be adopted. This must be left to the taste, opportunity, and ability, of the person seeking it. But there ought not to be a dearth of any kind of amusement, provided it be conducted with propriety, so far as not to destroys its object, or infringe on the liberty which is required in the due exercise of the natural passions of its participators. As there appears a disposition, on the part of the magistracy, to curtail the fair proportions, which have hitherto been offered to the notice of the middle classes in society for their exclusive enjoyment, it may not be out of place to remark that, if the seasonable usage of music, recitation, dancing, and the casual inventions of the novelties of the day, be denied, the taste is more likely to become vitiated than improved by forcing it into the solemnities of an over zealous devotion-that if the sentiments of the wit, the composer, and the sprightliness of the author, be abrogated, genius might be diverted into the baneful channel of hypocrisy, and society wear the affectation of puritanism, instead of passing through the world with faces of honesty and lips of social intercourse towards bettering the condition of the sorrowful and wearied. Any evening amusements, which have for their object the lightening the heart; and which laugh away the burdens of weeks in a few muscular but agreeable contortions, must, in spite of legal restrictions and the interposition of the elders, whose feelings are, probably, mellowed into the sombre atmosphere of waning life, be more beneficial and produce better effects in society than by a deprivation of the rational and the really amusing—which drives the pleasure-seeking to other pursuits, worse in every respect, and ultimately ruinous in their consequences. Drunkenness, a most abominable vice, in either sex, would increase. All the ills which flesh is heir to," would, more or less, be sought after, to satisfy a disappointed class of the lovers of the "light and easy”— and the stream, contaminated by impure sources, run into fashion. Though the laws, carefully administered, may check a growing evil,-would it not be more rational in those who are empow

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tered to permit the continuance of even-ring amusements at reputable and eligible places, to exert their authority when any instances of a want of decorum might be manifested? Whatever possesses a moral use will be accomSopanied by its abuse. Religion itself is not free from the stain. All amusements are somewhat connected with literature, and employ a great many worthy artizans who depend, and are depended on, by strong and natural claims, for subsistence. Is it nothing to deprive the musician, the author, and the innumerable adjuncts of their lawful professions or calling to take away 90the crust of merit and force them to starvation; or, to seek for parochial aid? The "lower orders" can booze in their element, unobstructed. The “higher orders," in all their noble grades and variations, can take every pleasure by the forelock, drag every hobby-horse round the circle of whim and elucidation-they have power; not that because "knowledge is power;" but, because money is sufficient for all things; and this gives freedom at the { gaming-table, and offers a bribe for atonement in any sphere. If the lowest and the highest classes, be in the full e exercise and enjoyment of a free agency tas sit respects their pleasures, what pretence can be afforded for an objection in behalf of the middle classes? If there, be a criterion for virtue and true respectability any where, it is to be met within these very circles which are denied a little music, a little song, a little dancing, and at a little expence. This is, moreover, of harder complaint, because, it may be participated in, at a convenient distance and -Tat a seasonable hour. If licenced vehicles are for the rich, such as tragedies, comedies, farces, operas, masquerades, and a hundred other opportunities are instanced as permitted, are not their hours ruinous? Their expenses exorbitant? Their examples contaminating? Indeed, is there an analogy can be drawn? Yet these, forsooth, are held forth as proper exhibitions for the middle classes in particular, and the public, in general! We, therefore, protest against useful mirth being prohibited, simply on the plea that abuses accompany it, being persuaded that proper means might be taken to prevent the spread of vice; and good order and fellowship promoted just in the same proportion, as guttling and public meetings are usually conducted. It is not that, because an alderman

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reels home from a public dinner, that dinners are to be discontinued, and wines denied his fellow-citizens. A fly may be broken on a wheel, but all wheels must not be a deodund for the accident. OLIO.

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ONE of my contemporaries found something to displease him in an article which I published, and, in a very coarse and insulting paragraph, held it up to public scorn. In reply, I remonstrated with him very temperately, and assured him that he had given the phrase an erroneous construction. In his next paper I read the following, which I suppose I am to consider as characteristic of the independence of the press:"Mr., of the is a base assassin. He is one of your half-horse, half-alligator, and a little of the steam-boat men. He always goes the whole hog. This polluted wretch, whom I would not take hold of with a pair of tongs, nor then unless to give him the chastisement his impudent audacity so richly merits-this degraded outcast from all human society, who talks about our institutions and our country, is himself an Englishman; and, if he possessed sufficient wit to know the name of the corrupt party whose filthy principles he circulates like a vile tool, would be a Tory. We shall horse-whip him as soon as our leisure will permit us to visit the city which he infests with his pestilential presence. Nor must be suppose that until then he can escape the exposure his long train of cowardly falsehoods deserves. We, Thomas Jenkins, pledge ourselves to show our readers that he is a perjured scoundrel, so totally destitute of every common

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