all we can call our own, and its value has been greatly diminished, by its having been for a long time our only resource. With that we fled to England, in a small fishing vessel which hovered on the coast for the purpose of speculation. At Cowes where we landed, a Dutch vessel touched on her passage to New York. In her we embarked for America. On our arrival we found so many of our countrymen, that our means would not allow us the pleasant relief of even occasional intercourse. We departed with the intention of penetrating to some French settlement in the West, where we might remain until the storm had blown over. Genevieve's health permitted no such effort. When we had travelled thus far, this island attracted us by its beauty, and here we resolved to found a new Arcadia. Occasionally I visited the nearest settlement, to part with such ornaments as are least valuable, and I regret the necessity of my absence more than the evil of our wants. In our little garden we work with our own hands, and when the weather is fine, we roam over the island, or fish. That violin is our evening amusement. Genevieve's voice responds to its accompaniment, and even at my unskilful touch it

awakens recollections which for a moment restore us to our home and country.

'I have been fearful that the loneliness of our situation, and our solitary mode of life, might sometimes lead to suspicions, unfavorable to our characters. We are much nearer the frontier than we at first supposed; but here we have lived, Genevieve and I, happy in our mutual passion, and waiting that change in the affairs of our government, which will recall us from poverty and exile, to the saloons and circles where we were once so happy and so gay.'

When he had finished, the visitor seized the hand of the countess, and urged her not to delay their departure for a moment. "The hospitality I have shared in your father's house shall in all but its splendor, be returned in mine. Come, my batteau is close at hand. We ourselves can easily remove the most valuable of your goods. Come, on the banks of the Hudson you shall await the return of tranquillity and the restoration of your fortune.'

We leave to the imaginations of our readers the surprise and gratitude which manifested themselves in the conduct of the youthful pair. After having made the obvious objections which delicacy and the fear of a too easy compliance naturally inspired,

they accepted the invitation and prepared to bid adieu to the island.

In a few minutes they embarked in the skiff, and in the canoe which was fastened to it behind, the hound, the cremona, and the tankard were placed together. Every other article of furniture was abandoned to its fate.

The island was soon left behind them, and its identity gradually lost in the surrounding scenery. The suddenness of this arrangement, as it afterwards turned out, gave rise to many conjectures among the residents on the lake shore. That the islanders had been murdered and thrown into the lake, was believed by some; that they had run away, was as bodily asserted by others. At first, the cabin was not molested by the superstitious boatmen, who saw, as they fancied, an occasional light flitting along the beach, or heard the voice of the hound in the murmuring night wind, or the tones of the violin uttering sounds 'most musical and melancholy.' The dealer in jewelry, who, by virtue of his science as a blacksmith, thought silver and gold high at double the price of old iron, and had made many a good bargain out of the Countess's jewels, cursed his stars when he heard they were gone; and never ceased lamenting that he

had not made his fortune out of 'that 'ere bloody

Time rolled on, and the strange events which had convulsed Europe were succeeded by comparative repose. One morning in 1803, I was on the Pont Neuf at Paris viewing the crowd which constantly assembles there, venders of nicknackery and lemonade, and people who resort thither to purchase the small wares of itinerant industry. A number of Americans had met there by appointment to witness an experiment, since crowned with splendid success in our own country. Fulton, the protegé of Barlow, was about making a second attempt to navigate the Seine with a small steamboat. It was presently seen coming along with tolerable speed. We were all proud of the ingenuity of our countryman, and were intently gazing upon this specimen of his talent, when a dashing equipage came rolling along, and drew up near the place where we stood.

' Eh bien,' said a lovely woman in the prime of life, who was seated on the back seat of the carriage,

Voila! mon cher, voila le batteau a vapeur de notre Fulton-cela est etonnant, neʼst ce pas mon cher.'

'Oui, Oui,' replied the gentleman who sat next her, and on whose breast a red ribbon was displayed, though unostentatiously, 'Oui ma Genevieve, mais ou est notre ami Livingston ?'

I started as if awakened from a dream. I looked intensely anxious to catch the lady's eye. I succeeded. I marked its sparkling joy, and in an instant I had left my wondering companions and was at the side of the fair Genevieve, and the Count St Hilary, Our mutual adventures were quickly related. I learned that fortune had at last smiled upon the interesting exiles. They were once again in affluence and ease, and as one who had known them intimately on the banks of the Hudson, I was immediately the object of their marked attention and unvarying friendship. I was soon, very soon, although quite an undistinguished traveller, in the enjoyment of a brilliant society, and the received guest in a circle never, never to be forgotten.