and then, and not till then, did he relapse into his former state of insensibility.

How long he continued in this trance-like condition, he knew not; but when sensation again returned, he found himself still hurrying forward, under the mysterious agency which had so long prevailed over him, through a land of mists and fogs, the coldness and dampness of which he supposed to have been the means of again recalling him to a sense of his forlorn and destitute condition. So cheerless and desolate were the regions which he now traversed, that the sun lost its wonted brightness, and scowled upon the scene with a bloody and terrifying aspect: it seemed, in short, the very spot on which the Genius of the Storm would have built his dwelling-place; where, stern and unmoved amid the roaring of the tempest and the crashing of the mighty thunder, he could watch the shock which goes forth at his bidding to rebuke the pride of man, and scatter in the conflict of the elements the bannered halls of the powerful, and the gay castles of the proud.

On went the bullet, and on went Conrad; and the land of mist and fog being passed, a bleak and widely-extended desert opened to his view. For hours he journeyed on, and still the same unvaried scene lay before him. At length he saw, at the extreme verge of the plain, what he at first supposed to be the sea, but which on a nearer approach proved to be only a river, whose banks were crowded by hundreds of shadowy forms in various habits and various moods, the greater part of whom, with slow and lengthened steps, and heads reclining on their breasts, paced to and fro, occasionally lifting up their eyes, to watch the progress of a small dark boat, which served, under the guidance of an old and crabbed boatman, to convey passengers to the opposite sbore.

The ball and its follower, on approaching the place of embarkation, descended somewhat from the height at which they had hitherto travelled, and Conrad felt fresh hopes that a resting-place was at hand springing in his bosom; but they rose only to be crushed as soon as born, for, as usual, the ball proceeded on, unheeding though not unheeded. The moving crowds suddenly, as by one accord, ceased from their accustomed wandering, and pointing to our hero, shouted to the boatman, now midway across the stream, See, Charon, see! there is one who needs you not."

A thousand muskets pointed towards Conrad could not have filled him with greater or more instantaneous alarm than he felt when he heard this awful and explanatory shout; for at once he felt assured that the river which ran below him was the Styx, and that upon the other side lay that spot whose name is never mentioned to ears polite, but to which he recollected wishing the bullet would convey his tooth, little thinking it would have taken himself at the same time.

He now saw, from Charon's gesticulations, that he was menacing him for having defrauded him of his fare, and doubted not that he should have heard a fine specimen of

his minatory eloquence, had not the shouts of the thousands who thronged the shores overpowered the single voice of the angry monopolist of the ferry.

In vain Charon attempted to reach the other side before the unfortunate student, to denounce him for the fraud which he had unwittingly and unwillingly committed; but having on board the shadows of a London alderman and a Dutch lady, who had been reckoned a very great beauty even in Holland, he found them in proportion as weighty as their original substances, and tugged and plied his oars in vain.

Conrad now traversed the murky entrance of Avernus, and though not possessid of a sop for Cerberus, was careless as to the probability of coming within the fangs of that triple-headed monster, his whole mind being engaged in speculations as to the termination of his flight, which he now dreaded as much as he had before longed for it. A sudden check, a sudden fall, and sudden cessation of all motion, were the first indications which our hero received that his career had been arrested by a friendly tree, whose boughs, overhanging a black and dismal chasm, had come within the direction of the bullet, which was stopped by the catgut entwining itself among the spreading branches.

Now did poor Conrad cut a sorry figure as he dangled pendulously from the tree, over the dark and seemingly fathomless abyss, out of which arose a noisome vapour, a chilling wind, and the sound of rippling waters.

Should the bough crack, the catgut yield to his weight, or the tooth which had so long resisted give way at this moment, instant destruction was inevitable. Such was the comfortable idea which now floated before him; and scarcely had it suggested itself, before certain sensations about the jaw gave him assurance that the climax of his misfortunes was at hand.

A violent wrench, a crash as if his jaw had given way, were all he felt, before he fell headlong into the dark waters which rolled beneath him.

"What will become of me!" he exclaimed, as his mouth filled with the briny stream. "Lord knows, Mr. Conrad! if you will be playing such tricks, I'm sure I can't tell," said his old housekeeper, who had hastened to his room upon hearing the report of the pistol, and to Conrad's perfect satisfaction recalled him to Jena, his old room, and every thing, in short, but the offending tooth-of which, if he had done nothing else, he had at least got rid.

As for his imaginary sufferings, Conrad consoled himself for them by reflecting that he had had personal experience of that extraordinary phenomenon of the human mind-the power of apparently animating one short moment with an existence long-enduring and replete with adventure, A PHANTASMATIST.

ΤΟ

Well, thou art happy, and I feel
That I should also happy be,

But scenes that long have passed, will steal
Between that happiness and me.

I gaze upon thy matchless form,
And scan each feature of thy face,
But cannot kill the deathless worm
In Mem❜ry's lonely dwelling place.

I gaze upon thee till my heart

Owns tremblingly, thy power to bless; But then, e'en then, to life will start, Some thought that mocks my fond caress;

For there are thoughts of quenchless fire, To minds of calm, like thine, unknown, That burn within till hopes expire.

And heart and mind are both o'erthrown.

Such thoughts are mine, when Mem'ry bringsMem'ry ne'er false like friends in sorrowTo life the many rankling stings

That make us dread the coming morrow.

But think not thou, when dark clouds rest
Upon my scath'd and pallid brow,
My love, tho' fondly not exprest,
Is less than thou may view it now.

Each ruin has its fav'rite flower;

The woodbine clinging to decay; Such thou hast been to me;-thy power My safeguard, and thy love my stay.

Then gladly would I shelter thee
From that which is thy emblem's doom,
To find in its fidelity

A premature and early tomb.

Palermo, 1823.

THE SCHOOLMASTER ABROAD.

THE CARNIVAL AT ROME. (From the German of Goethe.)

(Continued from page 20.)

9. MASKS.

The masks now begin to get more numerous. Young men dressed in the holiday suits of the lowest class of women, with bare necks and impudent self-sufficiency, are generally the first that are seen. They caress all the men they meet with, make themselves familiar and intimate with the women, as if they were the same with them, and in short do every thing that their humour, wit, or impudence suggest to them. We recollect among others, a young man who played admirably the part of a passionate, quarrelsome, and by no means to be quieted woman, and thus quarrelled with every one all down the Corso, and cast aspersions upon them, while his companions appeared to be taking every possible pains to appease him.

As the women are just as anxious to exhibit themselves in male attire, as the men are to exhibit in women's clothes, so have they not failed to dress themselves in the favourite garb of Pulcinello, and it is evident that they often succeed in this hermaphroditical shape, in being highly provoking.

Declaiming with rapid articulation, as if before the bench, an advocate presses through the multitude; he cries up to the windows, seizes on masked and unmasked passengers, threatens every one with an action, gives one a long declaration of laughable offences which he has committed, to another a full specification of his faults. The married women he reproaches with their "cecisbei," the unmarried ones with their sweethearts; he appeals to a book which he carries with him, produces documents, and all this with a penetrating voice and a voluble tongue. He endeavours to shame every body. When they think he is gone, he returns; he goes directly up to one, and then says never a word to him, and then fastens upon another whom he has already passed. Let him but meet a colleague, and then the frenzy is at its height.

But they cannot long, keep the attention of the public upon themselves; the most exuberant wit is, as it were, again swallowed up among numbers and variety.

The Quacqueri (Quakers) indeed, make as great a show, although not so much bustle as the advocates. The masks of quakers appear to have become so general from the facility with which they can furnish themselves with the frippery of old-fashioned wardrobes.

The chief requisite for these masks is, that the costume, besides being old-fashioned, should be well preserved and of valuable materials. They are indeed rarely seen dressed otherwise than in velvet or silk, with embroidered or brocaded waistcoats; and the Quacquero must naturally be corpulent. He wears a complete mask, with bloated cheeks and very little eyes, his peruke is formed of ridiculous little curls, his hat generally very small, and with the borders trimmed. It is obvious that these figures approach very closely to the buffo carricato of the comic opera; and as that generally represents a silly, amorous, and deceived simpleton, so are these exhibited as absurd fops. They skip with great activity upon their toes, backwards and forwards, and carry large black rings without glass, by way of eye-glasses, with which they pry into all the carriages and stare up at all the windows. They generally make a stiff low bow, and when they encounter any of their companions they make known their pleasure by repeatedly jumping up with their closed fect, and by giving forth a shrill, piercing, inarticulate cry, which is principally composed of the consonants b-r-r.

By this tone they oftentimes give a signal which is repeated by those nearest to them, so that in a short time this repetition of shrill sounds is heard all over the Corso.

In the meanwhile, pert boys are blowing through great winding shells, and offending the ear by insupportable tones. It is readily perceived that in this circumscribed space, from the similarity of so many masquerade dresses (for there are always some hundreds of Quacqueri rambling about the Corso), few can expect to make a figure or be particularly noticed. These must show themselves very soon in the Corso. The majority of them go forth merely for the purpose of enjoying themselves, giving vent to their follies, and of availing themselves as much as possible of the license of these days.

Both the single and married women seek and contrive, at these times, to make merry according to their own ideas. All endeavour to go abroad and disguise themselves in such fashion as may be, and as the greater part of them are not in a condition to bear great expenses, they are sufficiently inventive to contrive all sorts of modes of concealing, rather than of adorning themselves.

The masks of mendicants of both sexes are easily contrived; light hair is particularly required, then a complete white mask, a little earthen pot fastened to a variegated ribbon, a staff and a hat in the hand. With lowly mien they walk under the windows and accost every one, and receive in lieu of alms, sweetmeats, nuts, or any such like trifles, according to the white of the donor.

Others manage it still more easily: they dress themselves in furs, or appear in their neat every-day attire, but with masks upon their faces. They go, for the most part, unattended by their male friends, and carry, as a weapon of offence and defence, a small broom, made of the flowers of the rush bound together, which they employ partly in keeping off the importunate, and partly, waggishly enough, in shaking it in the faces of all, whether known to them or not, whom they meet without masks.

If any one against whom they have a design, happen to

We have already noticed that the street, deducting the pathways for the foot passengers, is in few places more than wide enough for three carriages abreast.

fall in the midst of four or five of these lasses, he will be puzz'ed to make his escape. The crowd prevents him from running away, and let him turn as he may, he still finds the little brooms under his nose. To defend one's self seriously against these and similar provocations would be very dangerous, because the masks are inviolable, and every sentinel is commanded to protect them.

In this way do the ordinary costume of all classes serve as masks; stable-boys with their great brushes come and rub down the backs of whomsoever they please. The Vetturini tender their services with their usual importunateness. Still more elegant are the masks of the Contadine, Frescaterinni, fishermen, Neapolitan sailors, Neapolitan Sbirri, and Greeks.

Frequently a mask is copied from the theatre. Some accomplish it, very conveniently, by enveloping themselves in tapestry or linen cloths, which they fasten together over their heads.

The white figure is generally accustomed to step in the way of the others, and to spring before; and in this manner it is supposed to represent a spirit. Some distinguish themselves by remarkable combinations, and the Tabarro is a', ways esteemed the noblest mask, because it is not at all marked.

Witty and satirical masks are very rare, because they have a decided object, and would be noticed.

A conjuror mingles among the crowd, exhibits to them a book filled with numerals, and reminds them of their passion for the lottery.

A mask with two faces steps into the crowd-no one knows which is his front and which is not-whether he is coming or whether he is going. The foreigner must content himself in these days with being ridiculed. The Romans are struck with the long cloaks of their northern visitors, their great clubs (of hair) and little hats; and thus the strangers in their eyes are but masks.

Foreign artists, and especially those who study landscape and architectural subjects, are accustomed to sit and draw publicly in the streets of Rome; accordingly they are represented among the varieties of the carnival, and are exhibited busily engaged with their huge portfolios, long great coats, and colossal crayons.', ni

The German journeymen bakers are frequently seen drunk at Rome-they are therefore also represented in their own, or a somewhat more elegant costume, reeling about the streets with flasks of wine.

We remember but one abusive mask.

A monument had been erected before the Church of the Trinita del Monte. The public had not been pleased at this circumstance, partly because the spot chosen was very narrow, partly because to carry up the obelisk to a certain height, it was necessary to erect a very high pedestal for it. This gave occasion to a mask's appearing at the carnival, who bore on his head by way of cap, a huge white pedestal, which was surmounted with a small reddish obelisk. The pedestal was inscribed with great letters, the meaning of which, probably, but few guessed rightly,;

10. CARRIAGES.

In the meanwhile, as the masks become more numérous the carriages proceed up and down the Corso, in the order which we have already described, when speaking on the subject of the Sunday and Feast-day promenades; but with this difference, that now the carriages which proceed down on the left-hand side of the Venetian palace, turn where the street of the Corso terminates, and come up again on the other side.

The elevated foot-ways on each side are all blocked up by scaffoldings filled with seats; and many spectators have already secured their places. Quite close to the scaffolds and seats proceed a line of carriages down the one side and up the other. The pedestrians are enclosed in a breadth of certainly not more than eight feet between the two lines. Every one pushes his way through the crowd as well as he can; and from all the windows and balconies a thick crowd looks down upon a like crowd beneath them.

For the first few days only the ordinary equipages are to be seen, for each reserve for the following whatever of elegant or splendid he intends to set up. Towards the end of the carnival, open vehicles, which contain six seats, make their appearance; two ladies sit opposite each other, elevated above the rest, so that the whole figure is visible, four gentlemen occupy the four remaining corner seats, the coachman and footnían are masked, and the horses are decorated with gauzes and flowers.

Oftentimes a handsome white poodle stands between the coachman's feet, little bells jingle on the harness, and the attention of the public is fixed for some instants on this display.

It will be readily conceived that it is only pretty women who venture thus to elevate themselves before all the people, and that it is only the prettiest who allow their faces to remain unmasked. But then, wherever the carriage approaches, and it generally proceeds slowly enough, all eyes are fixed upon her, and she has the pleasure of hearing on all sides "O quanto é bella!"

Formerly the gala carriages were both more numerous and more splendid, and made more interesting by mythological and allegorical representations; but lately, the people of quality appear-be it from what cause it may lost, among the rest; they wish to enjoy more the pleasure which they still find in this festival, than to distinguish themselves before others.

The more the carnival advances, the more splendid do the equipages become.

Even those steady people, who sit unmasked in their carriages, allow their coachmen and footmen to mask themselves. The coachmen, for the most part, assume female attire; and during the last days all the horses seem to be driven by women. They are often decently, even charmingly dressed on the contrary, a great ugly fellow, dressed in the last new fashion, with high feathers and frizeur, forms a gross caricature;, and as the beauties had to hear their own praises, he must not be displeased if any one steps up to him and says to his face: "O fratello mio, che brutta fem

mina sei!"

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Generally the coachman, if he encounter a female friend or two in the crowd, does them the favour to seat thein beside him on the box. These sit there generally in men's clothes by his side, and frequently then their little pulcinello legs, with the small feet and high heels, play sad tricks with the heads of the passers by.

In the same manner do the servants take up their male and female friends behind the carriage-and all that is wanted, is a party seated on the roof, as on an English stage-coach.

The owners themselves appear to like to see it, if their carriages are well loaded: in these days every thing is considered right, and permitted.

My Dear Friend,

Bagdat.

Being somewhat indisposed with a headache, which confines me within doors, I take the opportunity to give you some account of the last general meeting of the club to which we both belong. Shuzzi Abuhl, the tailor, who lives near the eastern gate, called upon me yesterday morning, for the purpose of accompanying me to the place of rendezvous; it was fixed for this year at the old bridge, called Haroun Alraschid's. When we arrived there, we found most of the club assembled; there were Ali Effendi, with his cousin Ishmael, the two Ibrahims, little Scharifee the barber, Noureddin Ali, and, in short, with the exception of yourself and old Mohammed Billah, who was detained by his wife, the sum of our number was complete. The excuse for Billah's absence was, his returning from the previous meeting in a state of intoxication, but you who are aware of the extreme sobriety of our habits, will at once perceive the injustice of that charge. Although we took our guns along with us as usual, I am sorry to say our sport was very indifferent, the Jews have become so wary of late, it is quite impossible to get a fair shot at them, and the new firman issued for the protection of foreigners, renders it dangerous to hurt any of these cursed infidels. A stray Greek may now and then be met with, but game has upon the whole lamentably decreased this season. On our way through the Bazaar, I had some success in discharging my gun amongst a string of camels, and brought down one of them; the owner threatens to lay the matter before the Divan, but as the Pacha is in my debt for his last pipe of Chian, I do not feel much anxiety on that score. During our progress from the Bazaar to the Balsora Mosque we killed seven dogs, a tame stork, and a

donkey; the last being too large for our bag, we cut its head off, and carried it away as a trophy; the elder Ibrahim was fortunate enough to hit a Jew, as he was bouncing round the corner of Mecca-street, but the wound being slight, the dog succeeded in making his escape. Little Scharfee fired at what he supposed to be a scarecrow, in the Syndic's bleaching ground, but which turned out to be a Dervish, dancing a saraband, so the poor barber was constrained to compromise matters, by presenting the holy man with two jars of arrack, and one of rum.

You may recollect that our last anniversary was celebrated at the kiosk of old Yahoob Ben Dinnerdi, close to the bridge; Yahoob, however, having taken umbrage at our tossing his two slaves into the Tigris, we resolved to keep the subsequent Bairam at the new Arabic Caravansera, kept by Hadgi El Pillaw, a very civil man.

I did not remark any thing particular in the supper, except, that by Cogia Ibrahim's direction, they poured a skin of date brandy into the sherbet vase; in my opinion this was an improvement. Wine, you know, is forbidden by our rules, but Hadji produced some flasks of a liquor called Curagoa, which was much approved of, and when I had lighted my pipe, and emptied my second bowl of sherbet, I began to feel remarkably comfortable; I noticed that several of the members smoked their tobacco in those white bowls which the Giaours call meerschaum, and that Ali Effendi, who has travelled in Frangistan, held a naked cigar in his mouth, a strange and sinful custom, seeing that all true believurs make use of a tube, and defile not their lips with the unclean weed. He proposed drinking a bowl of sherbet to the memory of the Caliph Haroun Alraschid, the founder of the club; and Squeelan Hamet, the ballad-singer, who had been hired to amuse the company, gave us the following song, which I have transcribed for your edification, Though I thought it a very silly composition at the time, I did not say so, but contented myself with throwing a bad sequin into his turban, the offering of which, I make no doubt, will procure him a hearty bastinado at the hands of the Cadi, who is rather strict in those matters.

Here is the song:

Though the days that we live in are barren
Of fun and ofjollity, yet
Will we quaff to thy memory, Haroun,
A bowl full of perfumed sherbet.
While we gaze on the scene of thy rambles,
We fain in thy footsteps would tread,
But the spirit that breathed through thy gambols,
And flashed in thy merriment's, fled.

Here are no strange events to remind me
Of those thou wert wont to abide,
With the good-natured Mesrour behind thee,
Thy faithful vizier by thy side;
When the blunt Abon Hassan forbade thee
With dreams to embitter his rest,
When the trick, which he afterwards played thee,
Was deemed but the meed of thy jest.

When the tears of the gentle.eyed lady

Washed out all the vows thou hadst made;
When the justice, withheld by the Cadi,
Was dealt by thy scimitar's blade,
When the callendars, one-eyed, and shaven,
Enriched with the stories they told,
The collection, which thou hadst engraven
By Muftis, in letters of gold.

Though the mosque where the Caliphs lie sleeping,
Now holds the last chief of thy line,
Though the Imam no longer stands heaping
The incense that blazed at thy shrine;

Though the days that we live in are barren
Of joy and of happiness, yet
Will we quaff to thy memory, Haroun,

One bowl full of perfumed sherbet.

Ishmael Effendi then volunteered an effusion of Hafiz, which was greatly admired. As you may not have seen the one alluded to, I send you a copy.

Let wayward lovers fret and pine,

And brittle vows of fondness breathe,

A nobler, purer love is mine

I languish for a laurel wreath.

When youth and strength have passed away,
And rests the sword within its sheath,
"Tis soothing to recal the day

That crowned us with a LAUREL WREATH.
Long have I sought, by flood and field,
A chaplet for this scar-seamed brow;
I toil in vain-my dinted shield,

And wounds, are all my trophies now.
Yet, when I fall, write on my grave→
"A noble Arab rests beneath

His life was passed amidst the brave

He lost for it A LAUREL WREATHI

About this time the fifteenth bowl having been consumed, somebody proposed that we should go through the sword dance of Serendib with our pipe-sticks. What occurred afterwards, I do not distinctly recollect, but have an obscure idea of breaking my cherry-stick upon little Scharifee's head, and as, when I awoke this morning at the threshold of my own door, I found Ali Effendi's turban in my hand, I am inclined to suspect some difference of opinion must have arisen between us; I am afraid his religious principles are not quite what they ought to be,- and indeed the fact of his smoking a cigar without a tube, is a melancholy instance of his falling away from the faith of his forefathers.

Should you meet with any good amulets or talismans in London, be so kind as to procure me a few, they are much : wanted here, and none but an inferior quality to be had.Remember me to your nephew Abu Saadi, and

Believe me your attached friend,

HASSAN ALBABBAL.

THE DWARFS.

The happy day at length arrived, on which Count Hermann von Rosenberg was married to his beloved Catherine, a Princess of the house of Gonzaza. The event was celebrated by a magnificent banquet and festival, and it was late before the Count and Countess could leave their guests. The young Countess was already asleep, and Hermann sinking into a slumber, when he was aroused by hearing the sounds of soft and gentle music. The door of his apartment flew open, and a joyous bridal procession entered the room. The figures engaged in this extraordinary scene, were not more than two or three spans high-the bride and bridegroom were in the centre of the procession, the musicians preceded it. Hermann rose up in bed and demanded "What brought them there, and why they had aroused him?" Whereupon one of the company stept up to him and said,

"We are attendant spirits of that peaceful class, who dwell in the earth. We have dwelt for many years beneath this thy birth-place, and have ever watched over thy dwelling to preserve it from misfortunes. Already have we taken good care of the ashes of your forefathers-that they should not fall into the power of hostile and evil spirits; and as faithful servants we watch over the welfare of your house. Since thou hast this day been married for the continuance of thy name and ancient race, we have represented to you this bridal ceremony, in hopes that you will grant us full permission to keep and celebrate this joyous festival. In return for which we promise to serve you and your house with the greatest readiness.”

"Very well," said Hermann, laughing, "make yourselves as merry in my castle as you can."

They thanked him, and took their departure. Hermann could not, however, banish from his mind this remarkable scene, and it was daybreak before he fell asleep. In the morning his thoughts were still occupied with it, yet he never mentioned one word of the occurrence to his wife.

In the course of time the Countess presented him with a daughter. Scarcely had Hermann received the intelligence of this event, before a very diminutive old crone entered the apartment, and communicated to him that the elfin bride, whom he had seen in the miniature procession on the night of his nuptials, had given birth to a daughter. He was very friendly to his visitor, wished all happiness to the mother and child, and the old woman took her departure. Neither did Hermann even mention this to his wife,

But a year afterwards, on the approach of her second confinement, the Countess saw them, when her husband received another of these unexpected visits. The little people entered the chamber in a long procession, in black dresses and carrying lights and the little women were clothed in white. One of these stood before him, holding up her apron, while an old man thus addressed him :

"No more, dear Hermann, can we find a resting place in your castle-we must therefore wander forth. We are come to take our departure from you."

"Wherefore will you depart from my castle? Have I offended you?" enquired Hermann.

"No, thou hast not. But we must go for her whom you saw as a bride on your wedding night, lost last night herown life in giving birth to her heir, which likewise perished. But as a proof that we are thankful for the kindness that you have always shown to us, take a trifling proof of our power."

When the man had thus spoken, he placed a little ladder against the bed, which the old woman who had stood by ascended-then she opened her apron-held it before Hermann, and said,

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He hesitated: she repeated what she had said. At last he did as she told him, took out of her apron, what he supposed to be a handful of sand, and laid it in a basin which stood upon a table by his bed side. The little woman desired himn to take another handful, and he did once more as she bade him. Whereupon the woman descended the ladder, and the procession, weeping and lamenting, departed from the chamber.

When day broke, Hermann saw that the supposed sand which he had taken from the apron of the little woman, was nothing less than pure and beautiful grains of gold.

But what happened? On that very day he lost his Countess in child-birth, and his new born son. And Hermann mourned her loss so bitterly, that he was very soon laid beside her in the grave. With him perished the house of Rosenberg.