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a universal law among all animal exist- | where they sit with their hats on. “ This ences.” He is amused to find the statue morning,” he says, “three gentlemen were of St. Peter, whose foot the Catholics so smoking at breakfast-table, where, besides devoutly kiss, to be an old statue of Jupi- myself, were two ladies. I do not know ter, with a new head put on to make a how to reconcile this intolerable smoking Christian of him; while the beautiful with the neatness that generally prevails." Cumæan Sibyl, with some slight altera- The Dutch language is a great trouble to tion of costume, appears as St. Anna, him; he cannot purchase a pair of shoe“ but not, on that account, one jot less strings, but by displaying his foot upon good a saint than if she had been made the shop-counter; and makes no approach expressly for the purpose." "If they even to its sound but by gargling water had Lot's wife," he says, “I have no in his throat. The knowledge of one doubt they would make a saint of her, word, however, accidentally remembered, unless possibly they might prefer to use became, on occasion, an open sesame"

“" her for culinary purposes."

that saved him no little trouble: Mr. Colman is well satisfied with his visit to Holland. The Belgian husbandry "I went on Sunday from Leyden to Haarlem he considers far in advance of the English by railroad to attend service and hear the great husbandry. Such

says,

vi and organ. After service, I strolled into another such beautiful cultivation never met my

part of the city, and attended another service.

I was to go back to Leyden at night, where I eyes before.” “I have heard from my had left my friend. Unfortunately, I lost my youth,” he continues, “ of the stupid way, and find the railroad station I could not. Dutchman, but it seems to me no people I tried English, that would not do—everybody ever accomplished such magnificent enter- looked grave and shook their heads; but prises, defying the Ocean and robbing him, whether there was anything in them or not I under his very teeth, of a territory large could not tell. I tried French, but with the and fertile beyond calculation."

same ill success. I made all sorts of gesticu

Our author has not been alone in his early heartily, made myself quite ridiculous ; but

lations; and I dare say, by their laughing impressions regarding the almost prover- nothing would do. I believe at one time they bial stupidity of this remarkable people. thought I was begging for cold victuals, for

. Even their admiring historian, Schiller, some of the women seemed piteously disposed speaks of them as originally “less capa

towards me, and would have taken me by the

hand and carried me in to the second table, if ble than their neighbors of that heroic spirit which imparts a higher character my great delight, I recollected seeing, over the

their husbands had not been by. At last, to to the most insignificant actions ;” and

railroad station, the word “Spoorweg," which refers to the " pressure of circumstances” | I concluded was the Dutch for railroad station alone, the great struggle by which, in the -a blessed revelation it was to me-I extime of Phillip II., the “rising republic claimed, like the Greek maihematician, • Euof the waters" wrested their liberties reka ! Eureka!' I tried the word, still fearfrom despotism.

ing that I might fail in the pronunciation; Mr. Colman admires the neatness,

but, to my great joy, the key fitted the lock. I “even to a fault,” of the Dutch towns, I met; and by means of this single word I at

said spoorweg to every man, woman, and child especially Broeck, a village of about one

last found my way back to the station, just as thousand inhabitants, who are so remark- the whistle for the last train was sounding. But ably nice that no carriage but a wheel- for this, I do not know that I should not have barrow is permitted to travel the streets, 1 been in the streets of Haarlem until this time, which are

“ often scoured with soap and and I shall bless the word spoorweg, as a talissand.” He describes the Dutch as rude man, all the rest of my life. and vulgar, without grace and without The churches at Antwerp, Brussels, and civility, but acknowledges that, having no Mechlin excite especial admiration, and letters of introduction, he had no other especially the pictures in those churches, opportunity of judging than is afforded at and in other galleries and museums. public places, hotels, &c. He says the Those of Venice, however, he finds, with Dutch are free from the American custom the exception of the cathedral at Milan, of spitting everywhere, but that they surpassing all others. smoke everywhere excepting in church, Having at length completed his tour of

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the continent; having visited farms, plant-, of England he says: “As the time of my ations, manufactories, schools, prisons, departure draws near she appears to me churches, palaces, galleries, cemeteries, more grand and beautiful than ever."

” markets, monuments, living cities, and buried cities, Mr. Colman revisits England, and after an absence of more than ful stairs upon her escutcheon ; I believe there

“ She has great faults; she has many dreadfour years returns to America with the dec

is more crime, and more misery, and more vice laration that his head and his heart have existing in her, than can possibly consist with her been full—that his journey has been prosperity, or the permanency of her present incrowded to excess with objects of agri- stitutions ; but, with all this, there is such a vast cultural, moral, political, literary and amount of honor and truth, of love of decency social interest ; that if asked what city he and order, of virtuous ambition, and just apwould prefer to live in, he would say partment; there is such an amount of kindness

preciation of all that is excellent in every deLondon, on account of the friends there, and philanthropy, of personal, domestic, and but that “ Paris, in beauty, adornment, all private virtue, that not to love and honor her, the luxuries of life, all the gaieties of life, would only prove one destitute of all elevated and all the splendors of life, is before it.' moral taste and sentiment."

THREE LEAVES FROM AN ARTIST'S JOURNAL.

(FROM THE GERMAN OF RELLSTAB.]

No. I.

boyhood. It was sad to think that all Milan, May 4, 1811.

which we esteemed as most precious, was Have I been dreaming? Am I still a

snatched from us by the power of that sojourner upon earth, or have I made ac

strange, gigantic, but as regards Germany, quaintance with another world ? Scarcely fiend-like spirit, Napoleon. We seemed to two days have elapsed, and I have lived ourselves,our fatherland seemed to us, utterthrough events that might suffice to fill ly lost. My friends had just come from the the circle of a year. I arrived here at 8 Tyrol ; they had there visited the bloody o'clock in the evening of the 2d of May; warfare which Hofer, that true son of the

but ever-memorable theatre of the sacred My first walk led me to that wonderful building, the Cathedral. The tremulous mountains, appealing to human and divine crescent of the new moon, which was still justice, had waged with the overpowering floating among the last violet clouds and armies of France. Our conversation natumists of the departed sunset, threw a

rally turned at once, in a warmer strain faint silvery gleam through the obscurity than was prudent under the circumstanof the twilight; a dull, reddish light feil ces, on a subject which filled our hearts from the lamps above, and from the even

with patriotic yearnings.

“We visited ing sky, upon the lower portion of the Hofer's dwelling, too; the true hero!" stately fabric. The heavens were clear

said Adolph, as he drew forth his tablets. above, but obscured below. The edifice,

Allow me,'

said he, “to read these with its innumerable spires, thus strangely verses, which the consecrated spot, as I illumined, pierced the clear, dark-blue might almost call it, dictated to my soul.”

He read as follows: ether. In front of the dome, the multitude was pressing toward the theatre, the With rey’rent steps this dwelling enter, world-renowned Scala ; the pointed Goth- That by the wayside humbly stands; ic spires of the gable and steeple seemed Look at the cheerful household table, surrounded by a holy, solemn calm, to

The pictures, hung by pious hands. which the bustling crowd beneath were

Here deeds of great emprize designing, strangers. I stood for a long time, lost in

Oft sat the hero of our day, contemplation. Presently, two figures

With friends in council grave consulting,

Who, like himself, gave life away. emerged from the shadow of the vast pillars ; they were evidently, as their dress Seated around, in earnest converse, indicated, travellers, like myself

. As they Yet pealed forth—'twas their fathers' custom

What lofty sorrow pierced each soul, are passing, I recognize voices well known

The glad song o'er the flowing bowl. to me; how delightful! They are Her

“Brave comrades! let our monarch hear you ; mann and Adolph, the friends of my youth, whom I have not seen for many

Weep on, ye need not blush to weep;

We fight as men in God confidingyears. What a meeting ! We repair to the nearest café. Here; We, too, a goblet here will empty

Our faith in him alone we keep." with the warm mists of evening around

In mem'ry of our Hofer's name; us, we took our seats at a retired table

And though our eyes with tear-drops glisten, near the door. The lamps flickered ; a Our brows need feel no blush of shame. fask of foaming asti, the champaigne of Lombardy, stood before us; we recounted I immediately copied the lines. We our experiences, since the rough storms of remained conversing in words of heartfelt time had severed the ties that united us in sorrow until midnight. The crowd was

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then returning from the theatre; we de- strange interruption to my thoughts. parted on our respective paths. I had Tones so sad, so soft, so touching, pealed scarcely proceeded a hundred steps, when through the silence of the night that tears I remarked with astonishment, but without rushed unbidden to my eyes. Is it a apprehension, that I was followed by the song ? No, and yes! No song of an ringing step of a French gendarme. I earthly voice, but of an Orpheus, who conjectured his design, and in order to sat- witches forth tones such as were never isfy myself, I suddenly crossed the street heard till now. I know it will excite a in the direction of a by-path. He follow- smile, when I say that I had been listened. I immediately resolved on a plan of ing to a violin player. action. The poem might condemn me to How shall I describe those tones, which, death ; I would at once tear the paper in while in the space of a few hours, I saw pieces—but before this could be accom- chains, death, the galleys before my eyes, plished, he seized my arm : "Monsieur, suddenly raised me from the depths of votre porte-feuille ?" I

gave

it up. despair to the hopes of freedom and deliv“ Vous me suivrez.” It was all over ; Ierance, and which, as I deem their occurwas completely bafiled. I was taken to a rence the most remarkable event of my large, antiquated building, with which I life, have left the deepest impression bewas entirely unacquainted ; a lofty door, hind? The dread stillness of night preclosed with heavy bolts, was opened. vailed, and a light breeze, which blew in French sentinels were pacing to and fro. the direction of my grated window, wafted My conductor spoke a few words in a fa- toward me the wonderful sounds. Clear miliar manner to the officer. I was taken as a bell, rising gradually, like the tone of in charge by two soldiers and a jailer, who a manly voice, longing and lamenting like carried a lamp. We ascended some steps the prayers and sorrows of love, gently through dark, intricate passages. The confiding, like the modest, timid bride, so jailer at last came to a halt, opened a door fell these sounds on the grief-awakened fast-bound with iron, and I found myself spirit. The performer, as it seemed, inin a gloomy dungeon, the grated windows dulged in a free phantasy on his instruof which scarcely admitted a gleam of sun- ment; sometimes interrupting the longshine. The gendarme followed. I was sustained tones by his light fantastic passubjected to a rigorous search, and all my sages; now strangely powerful, now artistpapers were taken from me; but I was ically graceful, but always pure as a treated courteously, and allowed to retain string of unblemished pearls. After having my money and my watch. The jailer in- wandered long in this fine, free rhapsody,

. quired if I wanted anything. I could not he suddenly fell

, by a strange, but beautisuppress a bitter smile. “Well, early to ful transition, into a melody of wonderful morrow,” said he, and departed. I re- pathos. Never can I forget the inexpress

. mained alone in the darkness. Sleep! ible feeling with which he gave effect to Rest! Dreams of a soul that has never that sweet, but mournful melody. A fullsuffered! For an hour, perhaps, I lay on ness, a golden clearness of tone, a blend my pallet of straw, and depicted at leisure ing, a rising and falling, and then the dythe cruel destiny that awaited me. But ing cadence. It was the noble, sorrowful one-and-twenty ! high hopes in my breast ! lament of a captive monarch. There was and what were these? To assist in ob- encouragement in the thought, as it taining freedom for my fatherland! to aid flashed upon my mind, that better men in the accomplishment of noble deeds! In than I had often been surrounded by what dreams does youth indulge! More worse evils, and I experienced, while lying than these, there was a far-off loved one. on my dismal couch, a degree of hope and Who does not love at this period? A consolation, which no anticipation of the sister! parents! and now a prison! Per- future could have given me. The beautihaps early to-morrow I should kneel on ful theme was followed by variations. the sand-hill, a defenseless victim, await. Not the old, thousand times repeated play ing the bullet decreed by the will of a for- of wasted trills and quavers, but such eign power as my sentence, for the crime strange, peculiar passages, such wonderof loving my native land. Now came a ful combinations of notes, in which the

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theme, notwithstanding the garb in which | horror-struck. I saw several bands of it was veiled, always preserved its dis- desperate robbers, who had been rooted tinctness and individuality so completely, out of Lombardy, and confined here, under that I knew not which to admire most, the energetic sway of the French governthe performer or the composer. Now he ment. seemed as if suddenly possessed by some Leaning against one of the pillars of the strange spirit; the passages rolled forth wall, his eye directed toward the sun, with such fire and facility that I began to which had not yet ascended above the doubt the correctness of my ear. From high roof, stood a young man, apparently the lowest deep the player sprang to the about twenty-five, who looked the very loftiest height, and there displayed the picture of wretchedness. He was pale magical flute-tones of his instrument, in- and haggard ; his eyes were deep sunk in terrupting them immediately after with his head; a prominent aquiline nose, a the rolling passages of the full bass, and high forehead, raven hair in wild disorder, thus scorning all difficulties, he performed and a long neglected beard, gave him a incredible achievements. You will disbe- ghastly aspect. Yet the expression of lieve, and say that to the hopeless prison- deep sorrow, depicted so visibly in the er's melancholy mood, at the hour of fine, though sharp lines about his soft night, the common assumed the impor- mouth and hollow, emaciated cheeks, imtance of the supernatural. No, my friend, parted a singular interest to his counte

, I have myself played the violin, (though I nance. I gazed long at this strange, atshall certainly never do so again,) and I tractive man; he seemed not to observe was quite capable of judging of what me, but still kept looking upward, as if he I heard. An adagio, under such cir- were longing for the sun. Suddenly obcumstances might well have made a serving the jailer, he rose, and advanced deeper impression than usual upon me, hastily towards him. “I beg of you earn

I but it is incredible that these wild, des- estly, old man,” said he, in Italian, “ to be pairing passages, these grotesque, bold more lenient.” “Not at all,” replied the old flights from the lowest to the highest man harshly—“'tis no use. And if you notes, and back again, should have had do not keep quiet at nights, I will tear such an effect on one who, like me, be- your last string in two."

So he is the perlieved himself standing at death's door, former, thought I, and advanced toward had they not been so surpassingly beau- him. Suddenly I heard my name protiful. The strains ceased-but in memo- nounced behind me. It was the gendarme ry's ear they are ringing yet; yes, my de- of yesterday. “Suivez moi,” said he firmsire to hear them again was even greater ly. There was nothing left for me but to than my wish to regain my liberty. obey. Before the door a coach was stand

Day broke. We heard the beat of a ing, in which we seated ourselves, and soon drum. I climbed up to my grated win- arrived in front of a splendid house. My dow. A company

of soldiers was march- companion was as silent as the grave. We ed out in the court-yard ; three prisoners quitted the carriage and ascended the stood before them. The officer motioned, steps. We waited a long time in an eleand they marcbed away. The fate of gant ante-room. At last the door of a these men excited in me the most sorrow- side apartment was opened, and a voice ful interest. The jailer presently opened exclaimed, " Entrez !"* What a pleasant

“ I inquired of him respecting surprise! I was standing before General them. "In one hour," said he, they K., who four years before lay severely are no more; they are suspected of trea wounded at my father's house in Berlin, son; Germans and Tyrolese, they are be- where, though an enemy, he had experilieved to have aided the rebels." These enced the most generous treatment. “My words were my death-doom. I heard

young friend,” said he,

“ what a folly you them with a shudder, though I maintained have committed! Were it not that I hapmy composure. · It is now the hour pen to command this station, you would when the prisoners are allowed to take not be liberated. You are free !" And the air in the court-yard," said the jailer, my friends ?" “ Are free also." " A thou“Will you go down ?” We went. I was sand thanks." "Hush, hush, I am still

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