The next day, they executed every part and circumstance of that barbarous sentence, with all the inhumanity imaginable; and he bore it with all the courage and magnanimity, and the greatest piety, that a good Christian could manifest. He magnified the virtue, courage, and religion of the last king, exceedingly commended the justice, and goodness, and understanding of the present king; and prayed, "that they might not betray him as they had done his father." When he had ended all he meant to say, and was expecting to expire, they had yet one scene more to act of their tyranny. The hangman brought the book that had been published of his truly heroic actions, whilst he had commanded in that kingdom, which book was tied in a small cord that was put about his neck. The marquis smiled at this new instance of their malice, and thanked them for it; and said, "he was pleased that it should be here; and was prouder of wearing it, than ever he had been of the garter;" and so renewing some devout ejaculations, he patiently endured the last act of the executioner.

Thus died the gallant Marquis of Montrose, after he had given as great a testimony of loyalty and courage, as a subject can do, and performed as wonderful actions in several battles, upon as great inequality of numbers, and as great disadvantages in respect of arms, and other preparations for war, as have been performed in this age. He was a gentleman of a very ancient extraction, many of whose ancestors had exercised the highest charges under the king in that kingdom, and had been allied to the crown itself. He was of very good parts, which were improved by a good education: he had always a great emulation, or rather a great contempt for the Marquis of Argyle, (as he was too apt to contemn those he did not love), who wanted nothing but honesty and courage to be a very extraordinary man, having all other good talents in a very great degree. Montrose was in his nature fearless of danger, and never declined any enterprise for the difficulty of going through with it, but exceedingly affected those which seemed desperate to other men, and did believe somewhat to be in himself above other men, which made him live more easily towards those who were, or were willing to be, inferior to him, (towards whom he exercised wonderful civility and generosity,) than with his superiors or equals. He was naturally jealous, and suspected those who did not concur

He was

with him in the way, not to mean so well as he. not without vanity, but his virtues were much superior, and he well deserved to have his memory preserved, and celebrated amongst the most illustrious persons of the age in which he lived. -EARL OF CLARENDON.

THE SECOND ADVENT.

THE chariot! the chariot! its wheels roll on fire
As the Lord cometh down in the pomp of His ire;
Self-moving, it drives on its pathway of cloud,
And the heavens with the burden of Godhead are bow'd.

The glory! the glory! By myriads are pour'd
The hosts of the angels to wait on their Lord;
And the glorified saints, and the martyrs are there,
And all who the palm-wreath of victory wear.

The trumpet! the trumpet! The dead have all heard.
Lo! the depths of the stone-cover'd charnels are stirr'd;
From the sea, from the land, from the south and the north,
The vast generations of man are come forth!

The judgment! the judgment! The thrones are all set,
Where the Lamb and the white-vested elders are met:
All flesh is at once in the sight of the Lord,
And the doom of eternity hangs on his word!

Oh mercy! oh mercy! look down from above,
Creator! on us, Thy sad children, with love;
When beneath to their darkness the wicked are driven,
May our sanctified souls find a mansion in heaven.

-MILMAN.

TAXES.

PERMIT me to inform you, my friends, what are the inevitable consequences of being too fond of glory:-Taxes-upon every article which enters into the mouth, or covers the back, or is placed under the foot-taxes upon everything which it is pleasant to see, hear, feel, smell, or taste-taxes upon warmth, light, and locomotion-taxes on everything on earth, and the waters under the earth, on everything that comes from abroad or is grown at home-taxes upon the raw material-taxes on every fresh value that is added to it by the industry of man

taxes on the sauce which pampers man's appetite, and the drug that restores him to health-on the ermine which decorates the judge, and the rope which hangs the criminal-ou the poor man's salt, and the rich man's spice-on the brass nails of the coffin, and the ribbons of the bride-at bed or board we must pay taxes.

The school-boy whips his taxed top-the beardless youth manages his taxed horse, with a taxed bridle on a taxed road-and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine which has paid seven per cent. into a spoon that has paid fifteen per cent., flings himself back upon his chintz bed which has paid twenty-two per cent., makes his will on an eight pound stamp, and expires in the arms of an apothecary, who has paid a license of a hundred pounds for the privilege of putting him to death. His whole property is then immediately taxed from two to ten per cent. Besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel; his virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble; and he is then gathered to his fathers-to be taxed no more.

-LORD BROUGHAM.

THE ALHAMBRA.

PALACE of Beauty! where the Moorish Lord,
King of the bow, the bridle, and the sword,
Sat like a Genie in the diamond': blaze.
Oh! to have seen thee in the ancient days,
When at thy morning gates the coursers stood,
The "thousand" milk-white, Yemen's fiery blood,
In pearl and ruby harness'd for the King;
And through thy portals pour'd the gorgeous flood
Of jewell'd Sheik and Emir, hastening,
Before the sky the dawning purple show'd,
Their turbans at the Caliph's feet to fling.
Lovely thy morn-thy evening lovelier still,
When at the waking of the first blue star
That trembled on the Atalaya hill,

The splendors of the trumpet's voice arose,
Brilliant and bold, and yet no sound of war;
But summoning thy beauty from repose,
The shaded slumber of the burning noon.
Then in the slant sun all thy fountains shone,
Shooting the sparkling column from the vase
Of crystal cool, and falling in a haze

And the rich bordering beds of every bloom
That breathes to African or Indian sky,
Carnation, tuberose, thick anemone;

Then was the harping of the minstrels heard,
In the deep arbors, or the regal hall,
Hushing the tumult of the festival,

When the pale bard his kindling eye-ball rear'd,
And told of Eastern glories, silken hosts,
Tower'd elephants, and chiefs in topaz arm'd ;
Or of the myriads from the cloudy coasts
Of the far Western sea, -the sons of blood,
The iron men of tournament and feud,

That round the bulwarks of their fathers swarm'd,
Doom'd by the Moslem scimitar to fall,

Till the Red Cross was hurl'd from Salem's wall

Where are thy pomps, Alhambra, earthly sun,
That had no rival, and no second?-gone!
Thy glory down the arch of time has roll'd,
Like the great day-star to the ocean dim,
The billows of the ages o'er thee swim,
Gloomy and fathomless; thy tale is told,
Where is thy horn of battle? that, but blown,
Brought every chief of Afric from his throne;
Brought every spear of Afric from the wall;
Brought every charger barbed from the stall,
Till all its tribes sat mounted on the shore;
Waiting the waving of the torch to pour
The living deluge on the fields of Spain.
Queen of Earth's loveliness, there was a stain
Upon thy brow-the stain of guilt and gore:
Thy course was bright, bold, treach'rous-and 'tis o'e
The spear and diadem are from thee gone;
Silence is now sole monarch of thy throne!

MERCHANT PRINCES.

-CR

WAR has always had such a fascination for the writers tory, that they have occupied themselves with it almo clusively, and have left scarcely any space in their chr for the deeds of Peace. While the military commande usually painted at full length, sometimes even to the ex of their armies, it is but rarely that we are introduced of the great leaders of industry or commerce, who, whe

an illustrious group of merchants, who, by their dealings with kings and princes, have found a place in the annals of their time.

Foremost among the number were the Fuggers of Augsburg. That city was then not only the seat of an important linen manufacture, but the staple place of the trade between Northern Europe, Italy, and the Levant. From its gates ran the chief highway to Venice, across the Brenner Alps and through the Tyrol. The merchants of Augsburg, however, were not mere agents. They also carried on a direct import trade, either in association with Venetian and Genoese firms, or through establishments of their own in Italy and the Netherlands. Jean, the first of the Fuggers, commenced business as a linen manufacturer, and thus laid the foundation of an enormous fortune and an illustrious family. Without abandoning the factory, he gradually extended his operations into all the fields of commerce and finance. His sons inherited his enterprise and talent. They speculated in all kinds of merchandisethey worked the mines of gold which enriched the valley of the Inn, and the silver of Falkenstein and Schwartz-they had branches in Antwerp, Genoa, and Venice-they dispatched vessels to the Baltic, where the Hanseatic League, indignant at the invasion of its monopoly, once captured nearly a score of them they also maintained direct relations with both the Indies. In 1506 they took part in a Portuguese expedition to the Indies, which brought home a cargo worth 175,000 ducats. More than once they replenished from their private coffers the exhausted treasuries of the Emperors Maximilian and Charles V. In 1506 they raised a loan of 170,000 ducats to the former in eight weeks. Some thirty years later, when Charles returned from his campaign against Tunis, he was entertained at Augs, burg in magnificent style by Anthony Fugger. “I feel my: self," said the host, "so amply repaid by the honor of this visit, that this bond now becomes useless;" and suiting the action to the word, he burned in a fire of cinnamon the document which he held as security from the Emperor for a heavy loan of 800,000 florins in aid of the war. Well might Charles afterwards exclaim, when he was shown the crown jewels at Paris, "I know a weaver in Augsburg that could buy all that!" The merchant, however, lost nothing by his princely liberality for he received in return the privilege of working several rich