tenth animal, and every tenth step, reminded me of the Irish tithes; and when I saw a hawk swoop over a chicken, I thought of the Appropriation Bill-so I left the country. I have tried every thing-I have been every where, but in vain. In the country there was no relaxation—in society no pleasure-at home no relief. England was disjointed, never to be uvited until it was dismembered-and there was no repose. I had my choice, either to go abroad, or to go mad; and, upon mature deliberation, I decided upon the former, as the lesser evil of the two. So I gave I sold--I discharged—I paid—I packed up, and I planned. The last was the only portion of my multifarious duties not satisfactorily arranged. looked at the maps, plied my compasses that I might compass my wishes, measured distances that I might decide upon my measures-planned, looked over the maps- -and planned again. CHAPTER 11. "You won't like Brussels, but you'll meet Grattan there; there is such a mixture, and house rent is dear. Now I should recommend Spa for the summer; it is a beautiful spot and excellent company." And Spa was added to the list. Then after a day or two came an Anti-Teutonic, who railed against Germany, and Germans; Germantowns, German travelling, and German French, which was detestable; Gerinan cookery, which was nothing but grease. "You may imagine," said he, and so have many more, that Germany is more pleasant and less expensive than France: but they have been disappointed, and so will you be. Now, for a quiet place, I should recommend St. Omer's, only thirty miles from Calais; so convenient, and very pretty." St. Omer's, humph; very quiet, and retired, and no politics; and St. Omer's was occasionally canvassed St Omer's!" said another who called the next day, you'll die of ennui. Go to Boulogne; it is delightful; you may be there as retired or as gay as you please." Well, as I said in my last chapter, I planned and planned-but I might as well conjugate it, as my better half and many others assisted-it was I planned, thou plannedst, he planned, we planned, ye planned, and they planned--and what annoyed me was, that I could not help considering that “ the whole house was in a committee," and without being able to report progress." At first it was decided upon that we should proceed up the Rhine, and not leave off paddling until we had arrived at Manheim, at which town I fancied that I should at least be out of political distance. We read all about Manheim, found out that it was a regularbuilt town, with a certain number of inhabitants-ter, if you intend to go to Paris." with promenades, gardens, and a fine view of the Rhine. So you're going abroad-where?" Manheim, was the reply, and all the world knew that we were bound to Manheim; and every one had something to say, or something that they had heard Boulogne to be taken into consideration; many inquiries made, and all very satisfactory; good sands and excellent jackasses for the children. "My dear friend, Boulogne is something like the King's Bench; at least most of the people only go there in preference. Every body will suppose that you've leranted. Pray don't go to Boulogne." Why dont you go by Southampton to Havre; there you'll have quiet and amusement; beautiful country about Honfleur; scenery up the Seine splendid; and then you can go up to Rouen by wa Havre and Honfleur submitted to the committee. But then came Dieppe, and Brest, and the environs of Paris, Versailles, St. Germains, Passy, and other recommendations, in which every one particular place was proved incontestably to be more said, about Manheim. Very nice place-Du-particularly suited to us than any other, and the chess Dowager Stephanie-very cheap-gay in committee set for three weeks, at the end of which, winter-Sir John St. Clair-Captain Greville; upon examining the mature opinions of the last masters excellent"-were the variety of changes seven days, I found them to have fluctuated as folrung, and all was settled but at last one unlucky lows: observation raised a doubt-another increased-a third confirmed it. "A very dull place-Germau cookery bad for children-steam-boats from Rotter-2 dam very bad, and often obliged to pass two nights on deck," A very influential member of the committee took alarm about the children being two nights on deck, and it was at last decided that to go up to Manheim by steam-boat at 47. 9s, a-head. and children at half-price, was not to be thought of. "I wonder you don't go to Bruges," observed a committee man; “nice quiet place-excellent mas ters-every thing so cheap-I once bought eighty large peaches there for two francs." And all the children clapped their little hands, and cried out for Bruges and cheap peaches. It was further submitted that it was convenient; you might go the whole of the way by water-and Bruges was immediately under consideration. If you go to Bruges you will find it very dull," observed another; but you'll find Mrs. Trollope there; now Brussels is very little farther, and is a delightful place;" and Brussels was also referred to the committee. Monday morning, Manheim. Evening, Spa. Thursday morning, Havre. Evening, Honfleur. Sunday morning, Spa. Evening, Brussels. The fact was, that there was a trifling difference of opinion in the committee; the great object appeared to be, and the great difficulty at the same that is to say, a place where there were no politics, time, to find a place which could suit all parties, plenty of gaiety, and cheap peaches. CHAPTER 111. Paddle, paddle; splash, splash; bump, thump, bump. What a leveller is sea-sickness; almost as great a radical as death. All grades, all respect, all consideration are lost. The master may summon John to his assistance, but John will see his master dd before he'll go to him; he has The nurses no longer look after the infant or the children, they may tumble over board; even the fond yearnings of the mother at last yield to the, overwhelming sensation, and were it not for the mercenary or kind-hearted assistance of those who have become habituated to the motion of a vessel, there is no saying how tragical might be the commencement of many a party of pleasure to the Continent. "O lauk, Mary, do just hold this child," says the upper nurse to her assistant; "I do feel such a sinking in my stomach." taken possession of his master's great coat, and he | share of the debt, and the French and Antwerp, and intends to keep it; he don't care for warning. his pertinacious holding of my button. Shall I knock him down," thought I; he insists upon laying his hands upon me, why should I not lay my bands upon him?" But on second consideration, that would not have been polite, so I made other attempts to get rid of him, but in vain; I turned the subject to far countries-the rascal had been every where; at one moment he would be at Vienna, and discuss the German confederation-at another in South America, canvassing the merits of Bolivar and St. Martin. There was no stopping him, his tongue was like the paddle of a steamboat, and almost threw as much spray in my face. At last I threw off my coat, which he continued to hold in his hand by the third button, and threw myself into one of the cribs appropriated to passengers, wishing him a good night. He put my coat down in the crib beneath, and as he could no longer hold the button, he laid hold of the side of the crib, and continued his incessant clack. At last I turned my back to him, and made no answer, upon which he made a retreat, and when I awoke next morning, I found that he was too ill to spout politics, although as he progressed he spouted what was quite as bad. "Carn't, indeed, nurse, I've such a rising.” Away hurried both of the women at once to the side of the vessel, leaning over and groaning heavily. As for the children they would soon have been past caring for, had it not been for my protecting arms. Decorum and modesty, next to maternal tenderness, the strongest feeling in woman, fall before the dire prostration of this malady. A young lady will incline unwittingly into the arms of a perfect stranger, and the bride of three months, deserted by her husband, will offer no resistance to the uncooth seaman, who, in his kindness, would loosen the laces that confine her heaving bosom. Par parenthese, he was a great liar, and as he drew a long bow when he was able to talk, so did he prove a long shot when he was sea-sick. Confound the fellow, I think I see him now-there he stood, a tall gaunt misery, about the height of a workhouse pump, and the basin was on the floor of the cabin, nearly three feet from his two feet; As for politeness, even the ancient regime of the noblesse of France put it in their pockets as if there were a general chaos; self is the only feeling; not but that I have seen occasional traits of good will towards others. I once witnessed a young lady smelling to a bottle of Eau de Cologne, as if her ex-without condescending to stoop, or to sit down, or istence depended upon it, hand it over to another whose state was even more pitiable, and I was reminded of Sir Philip Sidney and the cup of water, as he lay wounded on the field of battle, "Thy necessity is greater than mine." And if I might have judged from her trembling lips and pallid countenance, it was almost an equal act of heroism. Paddle, paddle, splash, splash, bump, thump,one would really imagine that the passengers were so many bumps, all worked at once with the vessel by the same hundred horse power, for there were an hundred of them about me, each as sick as a horse. "Sic omnes," thought I. to lift up the basin, so as to lessen the distance, he poured forth a parabola, " quod nunc describere" had just as well be omitted. I shall dismiss this persecuting demon, by stating, that he called himself a baron, the truth of which I doubted much; that he was employed by crowned heads, which I doubted still more. On one point, however, I had little doubt, although he did not enter upon the subject, (and his tongue to a great degree confirmed it,) that he was a Chevalier d'Industrie. I "I am rid of him, thank God," exclaimed I, as went on deck to breathe a little fresh air, having lighted my cigar in the stewarts berth as I ascended. The first objects which attracted my attention, were a young gentleman and lady, the former standing by the latter, who was sitting in a pensive position, with her elbow leaning on the gunnel. She was in deep mourning, and closely veiled. "And how does the beautiful Maria find herself this morning?" said the young gentleman, leaning over her with his hand on the rail to support himself. The beautiful Maria! How was it possible not I have long passed the ordeal, and even steam, and smoke, and washing-basins, and all the various discordant and revolting noises from those who suffer, have no effect upon my nervous system; still was I doomed to torment, and was very sick indeed. For some time I had been watched by the evil eyes of one, whom the Yankees would designate, as almighty ugly. He was a thin, spare man, whose accost I could well have spared, for he had the look of a demon, and, as I soon found, was pos-to be attracted by such a distinguishing appellation? sessed with the demon of politics. Imagine what I must have suffered when I found out that he was a button-holder to boot. Observing that I was the only one who was in a state to listen, he seized upon me as his victim. I, who had fled from poli-, ties with as much horror as others have done from the cholera-I, who had encountered all the miseries of steam navigation, and all the steam and effluvia of those cabins, to find myself condemned with others alike to groan-" what with King Leopold, and William of Nassau, and the Belgian The beautiful Maria! I thought of Sterne's Maria, and the little dog with a string, and I trimmed my ear like a windsail in the tropics to catch the soft responding, and most assuredly, in my imagination, melodious vibration of the air which would succeed. At last there was a reply. "Oh! tol lol!" And that in any thing but a melodious voice. "Oh! tol lol!" what a bathos! The beautiful Maria, whom in my imagination I had clothed with all the attributes of sentiment and delicacy, whom I had conjured up as a beau ideal of perfection, replies in a hoarse voice with, "Oh! tol, lol!" Down she more lugubrious note: he shook his head, and after went like the English funds in a panic-down she a pause he recommenced. England is no longer went to the zero of a Doll Tearsheet, and down I priest-ridden, sir; but she is worse, she is law-ridwent again into the cabin. Surely this is a world den. No man is safe without a lawyer at his elof disappointment. bow, making over to hin a part of his annual income to secure the remainder. And then there's Brougham. But, sir, is that all? Oh, no!" Perhaps I was wrong; she might have been very beautiful with the voice of a peacock; she might also have the plumage-but no, that is impossible; she must from her sex have been a peahen. At all events, if not very beautiful she was very sick. I left the beautiful Maria screeching over the gunnel. If the young gentleman were to repeat the same question now, thought I, the beautiful Maria will hardly answer, "Oh! tol, lol!" Very cold, sir," said I, addressing a round faced gentleman in a white great coat, who rested his chin and his two hands upon a thick cane. You are fortunate in not being sea-sick." This third "oh, no," was more melancholy than the preceding, but I considered that my companion must have nearly exhausted his budget of miseries, and was curious to ascertain what would come next. "What, is there more, sir?" inquired I. "More sir. Yes, sir, plenty more. I ask you whether even the seasons have not changed in our It was very cold on deck, blowing fresh from the unhappy country; have we not summer with unuEast. I never heard any one give a satisfactory rea-sual, unexampled heat, and winters without cold; son why a west wind should be warm, and an east when shall we see the mercury down below sixty wind cold in latitude 50 deg. N. It is not so in the degrees again? never, sir. What is summer but tropics when the east wind follows the rarefacation La season of alarm and dread? Does not the chooccasioned by the sun. Yet does not Byron say; lera come in as regularly as green peas-terrifying "Tis the land of the east, 'tis the clime of the sun." us to death whether we die of it or not? Of what Certainly our east winds are not all poetical. advantage are the fruits of the earth so bountifully bestowed-have they not all been converted into poisons? Who dares to drink a light summer wine now? And, in the winter, sir, are we better off? Instead of the wholesome frosts of olden days, purifying the air and the soil, and bracing up our nerves, what have we but the influenza, which lasts us for four months, and the spasmodic cough which fills up the remainder of the year? I am no grumbler, sir, I hate and abhor any thing like complaining, but this I will say, that the world has been turned upside down; that every thing has gone wrong; that peace has come to us unattended by plenty; that every body is miserable; and that vaccination and steam, which have been lauded as blessings, have proved the greatest of all possible curses, and that there is no chance of a return to our former prosperity; unless we can set fire to our coal mines, and re-introduce the small-pox. But, sir, the will of Heaven be done, I shall say no more, I don't wish to make other people unhappy, but pray don't think, sir, I've told you all. Oh, no !” I beg your pardon, I am not fortunate. I am worse than sea-sick, for I want to be sea-sick and can't. I do believe every thing is changed now-adays, since that confounded Reform Bill?" Politics again, thought I; what the devil has seasickness to do with the Reform Bill? Mercy on me, when shall I be at peace? There certainly has been some change," observed I. Change, sir! yes, every thing changed. England of 1815 is no more like merry England of olden time, than I am like Louis the Fourteenth-ruined, sir, every class suffering, sir-badly ruled, sir." Things are much cheaper.” "Much cheaper! Yes, sir, but what's the good of things being cheap when nobody has any money to purchase with? They might just as well be dear. It's a melancholy discovery, sir, this steam." Melancholy just now to those who are on board, and suffering, I grant." At this last "oh, no!" my companion laid his face down upon his knuckles and was silent. I Pooh, nonsense! melancholy to those on shore, once more sought the deck, and preferred to encounsir; the engines work while man looks on and ter the east wind. "Blow, blow, thou wintry wind, starves. Country ruined, sir; people miserable-thou art not so unkind,' soliloquized I, as I looked thrown out of employment, while foreigners reap over the bows, and perceived that we were close the benefit; we sell them our manufactures at a to the pile entrance of the harbor of Ostend. Ten cheaper rate; we clothe them well, sir, at the ex-minutes afterwards there was a cessation of paddle, pense of our own suffering population. But is this all, sir? Oh, no!" And here the gentleman dropped his chin again upon his hands, and looked very woeful indeed. After a few seconds he resumed. "We are dismembered, sir; ruined by faction." Hotel Belle-vue." Society is disintegrated by political animosities; thousands have retreated from the scene of violence and excitement, to find peace in a foreign land." I groaned an assent. Ay, sir, and thousands paddle thump, thump, the stern-fast was thrown on the quay, there was a rush on board of commissaires, with their reiterated cries, accompanied with cards thrust into your hands, "Hotel des Bains, Monsieur." "Hotel Waterloo, Monsieur." Hotel Bedford, Monsieur." "Hotel d'Angleterre," ad infinitum-and then there was the pouring out of Noah's Ark, with their countenances wearing a most paradoxical appearance, for they evidently showed that they had had quite will follow, withdrawing from the country its re-enough of water, and, at the same time, that they sources, circulating millions which enrich other na- required a great deal more. I looked at my children tions, and avoiding their own share of the national as they were hoisted up from the ladies cabin one burdens, which fall still heavier upon those who after another, and upon examination I decided that remain. But is that all, sir? Oh, no!" the Hotel des Bains would be the most appropriate to their condition, so there we went. This second "oh, no!" was pronounced in a ORIGINAL. MY BROTHER'S WIFE. BY C. DAPONTE. my upon his form, she turned her eyes on me, one long THERE was loud revelry in my father's house his heart's pulse ceased to beat, and I stood up and when I arrived from Europe, after a residence there laughed. Yes, like a demon I exulted in the ruin of nearly seven years. As I approached the dwel- I had made. But was I satisfied? No, for I ling of my loved progenitor, the light that shone crazed her death. And there she came, clad in the from every window filled me with astonishment-smiles of joy and innocence-I must have been the and when I entered there was that in the appear- incarnate fiend himself to have injured her; I looked ance of the domestic which told me I had arrived one instant on her and the current of my blood inopportunely. seemed changed. There is a majesty in virgin But the mystery was soon explained-a lovely purity that awes the vilest thought. My brother maid for whose sake I had left my country and de-, lay before us, breathless, senseless; she looked voted more than six years of incessant toil was on the eve of marriage-and to whom was she about to connect herself? To my own brother, at least the domestics told me so, and I was idiot enough to listen to their story. I had scarcely been made acquainted with the so called facts when a fond mother's arms encircled me-a venerable father's blessing was pronounced more plainly from his eyes than from his lips-a sister cried for joy at my return and I should have felt more than happy but that my mind was poisoned by the story of deep and heartfelt loss. The man who once has loved can judge the feelings that I entertained towards the destroyer of my peace. I had loved fervently and had supposed that every affection of my heart was ardently returned. I had built a barrier between myself and her I loved-I, who had vowed I never would connect myself with one whose heart could beat responsive to my own until I had attained the power to gratify each wish that she might form-yes, to anticipate her The influence of passion often subjects men to thoughts. That barrier I had surmounted; the whole years of misery, for acts committed at its task was difficult but I had striven hard, and had dictates in as few moments; and thus might I have surmounted it. And what was now my recom-committed, and for years I thought I had been guilty pense for years of toil? "Where I had garnered up my heart" was lost to me forever. And had the robber been another than the offspring of the being that gave me birth I should have stained the earth with blood, my soul with crime. But I thank heaven I restrained myself, I did not murder him. He came to me, that brother came to me, he said "I have engaged a groomsman but now that you are here I could not wed unless you stood beside me, and more especially because you." I could hear no more he was about to tell me of my devotion for his destined bride, to boast, to glory in his treachery and shame, his cool calm, countenance, his amorous ardour told the tale to well. I siezed him by the throat, madness, and the consciousness of blighted hopes thrilled through my pulses, and my brain was bursting with despair. : very of a crime for which whole years of penance could not atone, and which my life time could not have blotted from my memory. Three years was I an outcast on the earth: I cared not for the thoughts of individuals, reckless of public censure I plunged into the worst excess of dissipation. She who I loved, for whom I had cast off the natural inaction of my disposition, was lost to me forever, for I could not, guilty of a brother's death approach her: I dreaded to behold a wasted form, a pallid face, and eyes that lacked their lustre; and more than all I feared to hear her say, this is thy work. But heaven at length relented, and for my crime, if that can be a crime, committed in insanity, considered me sufficiently chastised. A stranger in a foreign land, friendless and penniless, racked by the chidings of a sleepless But who With a bare bodkin?" What was it then to me that he was Sampson-conscience I knew no moments of rest. would bear the harrowness of thought: like in strength? Had the great Hercules himself been there, my rage had overpowered him. Yes, "When he himself might his quietus make in excess of fury did I cast him to the earth; I placed my foot upon his powerless breast and prayed to see his dying agony; and as his breathing came convulsively and quick I bent across him that my ears might drink the final evidence of his existence. And faint and fainter grew his breath, And the cowardly thought of rushing unprepared into the presence of a judge to whom I was aware I had already given offence took full possession of my thoughts and I resolved to end my misery in this world by entailing on my self a whole eternity of woe. With this intention I entered the store of a druggist in the city where at that time I resided and with whom I had some slight acquaintance. I asked him for a drachm of Prussic acid and was retiring with it when he called me back I had almost forgotten what I was strictly charged not to forget, said he, I was desired by a lady, who, says she has travelled many thousand miles to find you, to deliver you a letter; as he spoke he produced the paper to which he had alluded. I broke it open and for a period my blood forgot to circulate; it bore my mother's signature: oh, what on earth can equal in affection the enduring love of woman for her offspring. A father's love is stern, relentless, justice: but a mother's is that justice, tempered by mercy. My mother wrote me- -"My own dear Walter, I thank Providence that I have now some trace of you. Three years, three years of bitterness, three years while hope deferred made my heart sick have I devoted to the search-My son, the latest issue of my worshipped husband, will you not come to me? you not? I know you will, you cannot, dare not break a mother's heart, the heart of one who gladdens in the thought that she is near you and then desponds because she dare not hope so great a joy is yet in store for her, as folding you within her arms. But even if a mother's prayers lack power to bring you to her, let not the voice of one who now has loved, yes doated on you for ten years, whose sighs since the sad day you parted have disturbed the silent, whose tears have flowed so freely that she now exclaims in all the desolation of despair-" Alas alas, mine agony forbids that I should weep. "Let not her voice, her sighs, her tears be unregarded. Walter, a woman can judge best woman's heart. Itell you that her fondness could not be exceeded. Never have I or she or any one imagined the reason of your extraordinary departure. Your brother from whom on his recovery” Will Could I read more? Isank upon my knees and if the thanks I breathed to heaven that day was not heard by our eternal maker then has sincerity no claim to mercy. I began, however, after the excitement of my feelings had subsided and I read again "Your brother from whom, on his recovery we had expected to receive an explanation of the extraordinary scene which Emily had witnessed, refused to speak upon the subject, and having postponed his marriage for a year he wedded the sister of your Emily, to whom he was to have been married at your arrival. Need I say more than this to you? A father waits to hold you to his breast, a brother and a sister wait to see their pride, I wait, your mother waits to see her latest offspring and your Emily, she lives but in the hope of dwelling once again upon the music of a voice upon which alone she doats." What were to me my years of suffering? I wept, yes, like a boy I wept--but they were tears of joy I shed, and never was a heart relieved as mine was by that shower of tears! It seemed as if the night that for three years had pressed upon my heart was then removed. My story is almost done-I'm not an old man yet and Emily has just been reading this to her mamma, I mean my mother and a young whole souled little fellow is weeping because he ees his grandmother cry. An Appeal. BY PROSPER M. WETMORE. YE worshippers of glory Who bathe the earth in blood, When your bark is borne by a people's tears, Of the peasant and his race; Those eyes with age are dim; What a blessed sight it is To sit in the shades of a pleasant eve, Are in that circle found, And her bosom warms with a thrill of joy Ye mighty conquerers! The trumpet's voice has summoned forth The twilight shadows fall; In a shroudless grave the old man sleeps Ye tore away his strong ones On the battle field they lie; Where the eye enraptured gazed, For the lost one's brain is crazed. The flowers of life shall bloom! That build you up a name- |