five minutes past; and as they might as well be punctual, I merely ventured to-" "What are you doing there, Sir? I say, Sir, what is it you are doing there?" There stood Colonel Dominant, his white hat seen high above the crowd in front of him, his "D-n your ARROGANCE!! Punctual! Have the poor devils here nothing to do but attend upon you? Am I in any hurry for my dinner? Yet outstretched arm reaching over their heads, and you talk about punctual! D- —n your arrogance!" True, Sir, you didn't say you were in any hurry, but I-I thought, Sir-" Thought! Thought, did you? You thought! Da-a-a-a-mn your arrogance!" Arrogance and poor little Truckle named in the same year! He, in thought, feeling, manner, and conduct, an impersonation of humility! Their dinner was served. Dominant helped himself, and then thrust the dish across to his companion. Just at this time I happened to call to a waiter for Chili vinegar. "Dear_me!" said Truckle, looking into his plate, smiling, and rubbing his hands at the same time-" Dear me! I think-yes, really I do think I should like a little Chili vinegar myself. Waiter! Bring me a little Chili vinegar, too." "What's that you want, Sir? I say, Sir, what's that you want?" (These words were accompanied by the same gesture of pointing the finger as before.) "Why, Sir," answered Truckle, "I heard that gentleman ask for Chili vinegar, and I thought that-Chili vinegar, you know, is a very nice relish, Sir; so I thought that when that gentleman had quite done with it, why-why I should like a little Chili vinegar." * the fatal fore-finger pointing directly in the face of poor Truckle, who had turned as suddenly as if he had been twirled round by some mechanical power inherent in and peculiar to the voice of his tyrant. “I say, Sir, what is it you are doing there?" by this authoritative interference, public as it was, Not in the slightest degree confused or abashed Truckle good-humoredly replied: : "Why, Sir, I-You see, Sir, this is a loo; and by putting down a shilling "Put down a shilling! You, Sir! D-n your arrogance! How dare you put down a shilling? Take it up, Sir." "But this is a loo, you see, Sir; and by putting down one shilling I may win seven; that is to say, I may win a ticket which We bad completed about one hour of our homeScene the Third.-I left Margate by the steamer. ward-bound voyage when Colonel Dominant ascended the deck from the after-cabin. He set "Chili vinegar! D-n your arrogance! himself down on the gunwale, midway between Who are you, Sir, that you can't eat your din- the stern of the vessel and the paddle-box. I ner without Chili vinegar? Do I ask for Chili believe I have applied the term "gunwale" corvinegar? But it's just like you, with your insa-rectly; but, not feeling perfectly at my ease contiable desires: whatever you see or hear of you cerning it, it were safer I should explain that want, d-n your arrogance! Waiter! No thereby I mean the sort of paling which runs Chili vinegar to be brought to this table. Chili along the sides of the deck to prevent one's vinegar, indeed! Da—a—a—mn your arrogance!" tumbling into the water. By this modest caution two points are gained; if the term be the propor Scene the Second. In the evening I went into one, it might still be unintelligible to many whose Bettison's Library. They were playing eight voyages, like my own, have been limited to those shilling loo. I approached the table. Close to seas; if otherwise, I have taken it out of the it, and in the front rank of a sinall crowd, forming power of any seaman more experienced than three or four deep, stood Truckle. He was ear-myself to assail with-" D―n your arrogance!" nestly watching the proceedings, but did not play; The Colonel, as I have said, was sitting on the though ever and anon his right hand made an in- gunwale, in that aristocratic division of a Mareffective move towards his breeches pocket Agate Steamer which lies between the paddle-box few games had come off,' and the insinuating and the stern. His arms were superciliously dealer was announcing, in the usual seductive folded across his chest: his head was erect and phrase, the near completion of another :"Now, ladies and gentlemen, only three numbers wanting to complete this loo: 2, 3, and 5.— Thank'ee, Sir.-Only 2 and 5, vacant. Thank'ee, Madam.-Number 3 gone.-Only one wanting. No. 5 vacant." Here was a tantalizing pause. There was no bidder for No. 5. At length Truckle exclaimed:"Dear me! Well, now, I think-really I do think I'll have a chance." His hand made a desperate plunge into his pocket, and, in an instant, or ere reflection could come to his aid, his shilling lay glittering on the table. In the same second of the time a voice was heard from behind the crowd: motionless, turning neither to the right hand nor to the left; whilst his eyes disdained to encounter any meaner object than the glorious heavens themselves. Presently I saw emerging from the fore-cabin, the happy, good-humored Mr. Truckle. Smiling, and rubbing his hands together with an air of self-enjoyment, no sooner were his feet fairly on deck than, in the fulness of his delight, he exclaimed :— "Capital breakfast! I never made a better breakfast in all my life. And such a beautiful morning as it is! And such a fine passage as we shall have!" Tripplingly he approached the Colonel. “Whoever passes the paddle-box will be expected to pay the FIRST-CABIN fare." "Then, d――n your arrogance! what do you do here? Go back, Sir." Why, Sir, as I said before, I thought you night like to-" "And because you presume to think, am I to pay two shillings additional for your d-'d arrogance? Go back, Sir; d――n your arrogance! Go back, I say; g- o-o back, da-a-a-mn your arroganee!" * The last time I saw poor Truckle, I accidentally met him as he was descending the steps of some chambers in Paper buildings, Temple. I amused myself for some time in fancying what could have been his business there. At length I came to this conclusion:-He was desirous of saying to Colonel Dominant that "his soul was his own;" and had been to take the opinion of counsel learned in the law as to whether he had any right to make the assertion, or whether Colonel Dominant had a right continually to accost him with his usual salutation of D-n your arrogance. P.* Youthful Feelings. In them, every thing was young! the heart unchilled, unblighted; that fulness and luxuriance of life's life which has in it something of divine. At that age, when it seems as if we could never die, how deathless, how flushed and mighty as with the youngness of a god, are all that our hearts create! Our own youth is like that of the earth itself, when it peopled the woods and waters with divinities; when life ran riot, and yet only gave birth to beauty; all its shapes, of poetry, all its airs, the melodies of Arcadia and Olympus, all earth itself, even in its wildest lairs, another, nay, a happier heaven, prodigal of the same forms! The golden age never leaves the world: it exists still, and shall exist, till love, health, poetry, are no more, but only for the young! ORIGINAL. THE CONFLAGRATION. A TALE. sessed a yielding, timid disposition, and had not courage to withstand her mother's arbitrary will, but accepted the attentions of the rich Selford, although devotedly attached to young Rutsen. "An Granger, my good fellow, how are you?" the ambitious views of her mother. Julia pos exclaimed George Rutsen, to his friend as they met one fine December day in Wall street. "Every thing is settled, I have spoken to the clergyman, and this evening you will call the lovely Caroline yours. What a lucky fellow you are-every thing prospers with you" At nine, the company began to assemble, and soon the rooms were graced with a select few of the fashion and beauty of the city. The supper was pronounced complete, and hilarity and happiness reigned in the hearts of all. During a temporary lull in the conversation at table, the alarming toll of fire bells were heard-at the same time the windows were shaken by a violent gust of wind. "What a terrible night for fire!" said Julia, "I pity the poor creatures who shall be turned out in the cold weather." "Come, come cousin," said Augustus, gailyaway with such chilling images. Here, take some champaigne. No one must mar my wedding feast with such gloomy anticipations. Let the world go as it will, we will be happy here." George sighed Oh, that I were as lucky as you, but I am one of the most unfortunate fellows" alive. Every thing goes against me-I have been unlucky in business and in love. The sordid mother of my Julia, not only refuses her sanction to my attachment to her daughter, but is using every endeavor to force her into a marriage with that old Selford, because he is rich." "Well, well! keep up your spirits my poor George. They say fortune's wheel is always turning, and if you are at the bottom you are sure when it moves to go to the top, while at every change I must be plunged the deeper." 64 Perhaps so-but, good morning. The church will be lighted at seven-after the ceremony we shall repair to your house where the supper I have ordered I hope will suit you." This sentiment found universal approbation, and glasses were filled to the happiness of the bride and groom. At that moment the door opened, and a young man entered who touched the shoulder of the groom and retreating to the end of the room, beckoned him to follow. Granger, astonished at the interruption would have refused, but there was something so appalling in the pale face and disordered dress of the young man, whom he recognised as his head clerk; that he arose, and was soon engaged in a low, but agitated conversation. In a few moments after, he beckoned “Thank you—you are a very efficient grooms to Selford and Rutsen, who immediately left the man. Good morning-we meet at seven.' room in great haste. By degrees all the gentleAt the hour appointed the bridal party entered men had gathered in a group. Something exthe church, and as Augustus Granger led his love-tremely agitating seemed to be going forward, ly bride up the aisle, the friends assembled around and the cheek of the bride and her friends blanchthe altar thought they had seldom looked on a finer couple. Young Rutsen came next, but he had not the felicity of walking with his Julia as she was forced to enter by the side of her rich but disagreeable lover. The ceremony over, the whole party drove to the elegant mansion of the bridegroom. As he led his young wife into the brilliantly lighted rooms and placed her on a sofa, he gazed anxiously into her face to mark the first impressions of her new house. With a smile of pleasure Caroline glanced around her : ed. A stillness reigned over the table which had so lately echoed to their gaiety. The tolling of bells and tumult in the street became louder and louder. The gentlemen had nearly all left the room, when the door again opened and one of them returned : "Come Granger," he said-" you have not a moment to lose if you would save your papers!— Half the town is on fire! So dreadful a sight I have never seen, where it will end, heaven only knows." Augustus approached his bride. His mouth quivered with emotion, but he struggled for composure. My love, I must leave you, even on my bridal night if I would save you from ruin-my all is at stake!-But keep up your courage and I hope to return ere long." "Indeed I do. Had I selected it myself I could not have been better suited, and see Julia there is a darling French work-table in the next room on purpose for me, oh, we shall be so happy here!" Julia enjoyed her cousin's happiness, but sighed that her own loved one had not such a home to " offer her, and then she should not be sacrificed to "So soon to part!" she exclaimed, and for a moment the head of the bride sank on her hus band's shoulder, but raising herself she added, Away dearest! you will find me worthy of you, whatever happens I will bear it with fortitude.” He sprung from the room followed by the re- Augustus pressed her to his heart. "I have not mainder of the gentlemen, and the bride sat sur-lost all, ingrate that I am! You, my dearest trea rounded by her friends, hour after hour awaiting their return. At last one of the guests arrived. His accounts of the tremendous conflagration, and destruction of valuable goods trodden under foot, made them sick at heart. sure is left. Tis true my earnings of years are gone; but I can go to work again and may be able to keep you from want." Caroline by her soothing manner and dauntless confidence aroused her husband from his despondency, and inspired new life in him. "This costly furniture," she said, "must all be sold, for plainer will suit our fortunes better; two rooms we can reserve for ourselves, but as you have lost your store, you shall have the rest. This front room and good character, you will still be able to stem the torrent; while I, to do my part, will discharge some of the servants and wait on you myself." He had scarcely finished when a servant opened the door followed by a gentleman-" Mr. Aller-will make a very nice office, and with your friends ton," he observed, "I am commissioned by the mayor to request the key of your store, for the purpose of blowing it up, as that is the only means which can be used to stop the raging element which is devouring the city. Engines are of no use, the hose lays like a frozen serpent on the ground." Mr. Allerton gazed a moment on his wife and daughters; but the next, handed the key to the gentleman:-"It is for the good of community. All I am worth in the world is in that store," he said. "Sir, you act as a christian, and doubtless will receive your reward." "Come wife, come girls," continued Mr. Allerton, when the gentleman had departed-" let us go and take one more look at our home-heaven only knows how long it will be ours." The carriages of the other guests soon after arriving they all departed and left Julia and Caroline alone. Midnight had passed, and for two dreary hours after, they wandered from window to window in hopes of seeing Mr. Granger return. But it seemed to them as if the world was on fire, and they were alone left to struggle with the devouring element. The heavens were illumined. Lurid clouds loaded with flakes of fire were passing incessantly over the city, while vast masses of flames were springing up to the heavens, and goods were piled in the street, and confusion reigned over all. Occasionally an explosion shook the house to its centre, and sent them trembling to each others arms. Two more hours passed over, Caroline at last heard her husband's foot. He entered, but how different from the elegantly dressed, the confident and happy bridegroom of the evening? My poor Augustus!" exclaimed Caroline, throwing her arm around his neck. He heeded her not, but stood gazing into the fire, an image of calm despair. "Caroline," he said in a low sad tone, "I am a ruined man! Four hours ago I was worth half a million, now, not a cent. My fine store and rich goods are reduced to ashes, and the men who owed me are involved in the wide destruction; and what is worse I have ruined you. Oh! it is that which rends my heart-were I but alone I could bear it better." With thanks and almost adoration for her kindness, he left her to endeavor to assist his friends in their distress. When he had departed, Caroline called on the weeping Julia to assist her, and with the help of the servants proceeded to put her plans in execution. The costly curtains and carpets were removed. The rosewood chairs, chandeliers and other ornaments were taken out; and when young Granger returned at day-break with Selford and Rutsen with a few goods saved from the fire; they started with surprise to behold the metamorphis. A plain carpet was on the floor, and a few chamber chairs stood around. From a costly drawing room, it was changed by some magician into a comfortable office. The fire burnt brightly, and on the table was placed a hot supper, which gladdened the sight of the cold and weary trio. Augustus seated his friends at the table, and departed to seek for the ministering angel who had so devoted herself to his comfort. The hour passed with his young bride there, was fraught with more true happiness than any in his most prosperous days. Rutsen was soon by the side of Julia. "Heaven has been kind to me," he said, "I have lost nothing, but Selford, whose money lay in insurance, is ruined." Julia clasped her hands, and a glow of pleasure almost passed over her cheek. "Alas poor man!" she exclaimed, checking herself "I am very sorry for him. Now, however, I shall be released, for mother only wished me to marry him for his money." "And I have now a hope of obtaining my Julia. To-morrow I will once more apply to your moth er, and I am sure she will not object." Nor did she. The utter prostration of her plans, seemed to the stricken woman, as an interposition of Providence, and she no longer opposed her daughter's happiness. They were married soon after, and were received in Caroline's house as boarders, who thus sought to lighten her husband's expenses. With his Caroline to encourage and assist him, Granger has gone to work with double energy, no longer despairing of retrieving his fallen fortunes, and no one feels more truly the force of those oft repeated lines of Scott: Oh woman! in our hours of ease, Uncertain, coy, and hard to pleaseWhen care and anguish wring the brow, Oh! then a ministering angel thou! E. R. S. GOTTFRIED WOLFGANG. A TALE, PICKED UP IN A FRENCH MAD-HOUSE. Os a stormy night, in the tempestuous times of the French revolution, a young German was returning to his lodgings, at a late hour, across the old part of Paris. The lightning gleamed, and the loud claps of thunder rattled through the lofty, narrow streets-but I should first tell you something about this young German. pression it made, that he dreamt of it again and again. It haunted his thoughts by day, his slumbers by night; in fine he became passionately enamored of this shadow of a dream. This lasted so long, that it became one of those fixed ideas which haunt the minds of melancholy men, and are at times mistaken for madness. Such was Gottfried Wolfgang, and such his situ Gottfried Wolfgang was a young man of good family. He had studied for some time at Gottin-ation at the time mentioned. He was returning gen, but being of a visionary and enthusiastic cha- home late one stormy night, through some of the racter, he had wandered into those wild and old and gloomy streets of the Marais, the ancient speculative doctrines which have so often bewil- part of Paris. The loud claps of thunder rattled dered German students. His secluded life, his among the high houses of the narrow streets. He intense application, and the singular nature of his came to the Place de Greve, the square where studies, had an effect both on mind and body. His public executions are performed. The lightning health was impaired; his imagination diseased. quivered about the pinnacles of the ancient Hotel He had been indulging in fanciful speculations on de Ville, and shed flickering gleams over the open spiritual essences until, like Swedenborg, he had space in front. As Wolfgang was crossing the an ideal world of his own around him. He took square, he shrunk back with horror at finding himup a notion, I do not know from what cause, that self close by the guillotine. It was the height of there was an evil influence hanging over him; an the reign of terror, when this dreadful instrument evil genius or spirit seeking to ensnare him and of death stood ever ready, and its scaffold was conensure his perdition. Such an idea working on tinually running with the blood of the virtuous his melancholy temparament produced the most and the brave. It had that very day been actively gloomy effects. He became haggard and des- employed in the work of carnage, and there it ponding. His friends discovered the mental mala- stood in grim array amidst a silent and sleeping dy that was praying upon him, and determined city, waiting for fresh victims. that the best cure was a change of scene; he was sent, therefore, to finish his studies amidst the splendors and gaieties of Paris. Wolfgang's heart sickened within him, and he was turning shuddering from the horrible engine, when he beheld a shadowy form cowering as it Wolfgang arrived at Paris at the breaking out were at the foot of the steps which led up to of the revolution. The popular delirium at first the scaffold. A succession of vivid flashes of caught his enthusiastic mind, and he was captiva-lightning revealed it more distinctly. It was a ted by the political and philosophical theories of female figure, dressed in black. She was seated the day but the scenes of blood which followed on one of the lower steps of the scaffold, leaning shocked his sensitive nature; disgusted him with society and the world, and made him more than ever a recluse. He shut himself up in a solitary apartment in the Pays Latin, the quarter of students. There in a gloomy street, not far from the monastic walls of the Sorbonne, he pursued his favorite speculations. Sometimes he spent hours together in the great libraries of Paris, those catacombs of departed authors, rummaging among their hoards of dusty and obsolete works in quest of food for his unhealthy appetite. He was, in a manner, a literary goul, feeding in the charnelhouse of decayed literature. forward, her face hid in her lap, and her long dishevelled tresses hanging to the ground, streaming with the rain which fell in torrents. Wolfgang paused. There was something awful in this solitary monument of woe. The female had the appearance of being above the common order. He knew the time to be full of vicissitude, and that' many a fair head, which had once been pillowed on down, now wandered houseless. Perhaps this was some poor mourner whom the dreadfn! axe had rendered desolate, and who sat here heartbroken on the strand of existence, from which all that was dear to her had been launched into eternity. He approached, and addressed her in the accents of sympathy. She raised her head and gazed wildly at him. What was his astonishment at beholding, by the bright glare of the lightning, the very face which had haunted him in his dreams. It was pale and disconsolate, but ravishingly beautiful. Wolfgang, though solitary and a recluse, was of an ardent temparament, but for a time it operated merely upon his imagination. He was too shy and ignorant of the world to make any advances to the fair, but he was a passionate admirer of female beauty, and in his lonely chamber would often lose himself in reveries on forms and faces which he had seen, and his fancy would deck out images of loveliness far surpassing the reality. Trembling with violent and conflicting emotions. While his mind was in this excited and sublima- Wolfgang again accosted her. He spoke someted state, he had a dream which produced an extra-thing of her being exposed at such an hour of the ordinary effect upon him. It was of a female face night, and to the fury of such a storm, and offered of transcendent beauty. So strong was the im- to conduct her to her friends. She pointed to the |