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but you must form no hopes in that quarter; she will be married in a few days to the young man by her side; I consider him a most fortunate fellow."

"Commend her for artifice and falsehood?" said Travers.

"Stop," replied the major, "there was not a word of falsehood in the case; she gave "Fortunate?" said Travers, whose gaze you a true and simple account of the clause continued fixed, not on Helen's blue eyes, in her father's will; had you listened to her but on her blonde sleeves; "I consider him with propriety and respect, she would doubtanything but fortunate; the girl is certainly less have informed you of the subsequent pretty enough, but he will be thrown into events, but you insulted her by your regaol, in a few months, for her milliner's proaches; and what right had you to expect bills!" to be rewarded for your ill conduct by her "Nay, nay," said the major laughing, "you further confidence? She owed you no duty speak misanthropically; sixty thousand-she complied with your own wishes in pounds will not even in these extravagant separating herself from you; and, to use a days be so quickly converted into gauze and popular and highly approved form of consotiffany." lation, you have nobody but yourself to blame!"

"Allow me to correct your mistake," said Travers, delighted to show himself, for once, better informed than his companion; "you have evidently not heard of the clause in her father's will."

"I have not only heard of it, but have read it," said the major; “I had received contradictory accounts of it, and as I have no notion of being perplexed with uncertainty when a shilling paid at Doctors' Commons will decide all doubt at once, I inspected the will."

“And did not Mr. Lennox," said Travers, eagerly, "bequeath his large property to his daughter merely on condition of her union with her cousin within a year?"

"Undoubtedly he did," said the major; "and in the event of her refusal, bequeathed her only three thousand pounds."

"And did she not determine to refuse her cousin?" asked Travers with still more anxiety.

Travers returned home in what the newspapers call "a high state of excitement;" he lay awake for several hours, and towards the morning fell into a disturbed sleep, haunted by confused dreams of blue eyes and pink dresses, songs, wills, and post-chaises; at last the Hanover Square Rooms appeared suddenly to change to the church in their immediate vicinity. Stanley and Helen were declared man and wife, and the bells struck up a merry peal, which awoke him; but though awake, the sound still seemed to continue, and at length he ascertained that the breakfast bell of the house was calling its inmates together, and, making a hasty toilette, he descended to partake of a cup of tea much weaker than usual, in consequence of his late appearance, and to meet his usual half dozen associates at the table.

The company at this house was, as the mistress of it took care to inform every body "She did so, much to her credit," said the who inquired the terms, "peculiarly select major, "and would have signified her rejec- and genteel;" it consisted at the present tion formally to him when the appointed time of two old maids in faded apple-green twelvemonth ended, but death, which defeats silk dresses, and washed blonde caps with alike our good and bad intentions, prevented dyed ribbons, a deaf widow with an earhers from being carried into effect. Three trumpet, a midshipman of mature age, who months before the appointed time, Mr. An- was in the habit of complaining that he had thony Lennox was thrown from his horse in "served his country all his life, and got noa fox chase, and killed on the spot; and in thing by it," to which an auditor once rethe event of his death, or refusal to marry joined, "Yes, you have got a good grievance; Helen, her father had willed the property and let me tell you, that is no bad thing for unconditionally to herself, the estates going an Englishman!" an apothecary with eight to a distant relation, who, fortunately for her, patients, three of whom were within particuwas a married man." larly convenient visiting distance, being in"Fool! madman! that I have proved my-habitants of the same house, and a young self," ejaculated Travers, turning as pale as if, like Mr. Anthony Lennox, he had been thrown from his horse.

"How aghast you look, Travers," said the major, laughing; "you know I told you that Miss Lennox was engaged to be married, and you were evidently not much struck with her beauty; what then can the amount of her fortune signify to you?"

"It signifies every thing to me," said Travers, warmly; and first binding the major to secrecy, he disclosed to him the history of the Harrogate elopement.

"You have been rightly served," said the major, bluntly, when he had finished his communication, "and I commend Miss Lennox for her ingenuity and prudence."

man, a clerk in a banking house in the Strand, who was considered a fine gentleman, wit, and fashionist of the first grade by his fellow inmates; these distinctions he had won by sporting a topaz shirt-pin, an elaborate watch, chain, and seals, and a purple velvet waistcoat, reading the “Morning Post," taking in the "Court Journal," and going at least once a week to what he denominated a soirée, held in one of the streets or squares in the neighborhood. Travers was too much out of spirits and out of humor to reply to the questions respecting the concert which poured in upon him from six several directions. Hastily despatching his meal, he retired to his own room, and concocted a long letter of intreaty, explanation, apology, and

affection to Helen: none but a fortune hun- other's account of her first love, poor dear ter could have had audacity enough, after Captain Constant, who was killed at the batall that had passed, to give vent to a similar effusion.

He summoned the boy of the establishment, gave him the letter and a shilling, and directed him to wait for an answer. The letter was delivered, read, laughed at, and a message was sent down that no reply was necessary. The boy, however, did not immediately return home; he met with a friend, who allured him to participate in the exciting delights of "pitch and toss," and he remained upon the enchanted ground at least an hour. Poor Travers was deceived by this delay into the hope that Helen was writing a long and tender epistle of love and forgiveness, and that he should be speedily summoned into her presence; accordingly he curled and perfumed his hair, selected his most fascinating waistcoat, and tied his cravat in its most irresistible folds. At last, when he was fully armed at all points for conquest, Dicky Green entered with the killing message, (translated into his own language,) "Miss sends her respects, and the letter does'nt want no answer at all." Soon, however, Travers recollected that, considering the great provocation which he had of fered to the fair Helen, he had scarcely a right to expect that she should condescend immediately to reply to his letter: he determined to follow up the attack by another pathetic composition on the morrow; and in the mean time he resolved to rally his spirits, and make himself more agreeable to his companions than he had done in the morning, for Travers was civil and obliging to every one, on a system of self-interest. It was not certainly very likely that an heiress should come to board in Street; but then its inmates might have cousins or nieces who were heiresses, or at all events, they might have acquaintance who were connected with those desirable articles. It was a favorite observation of Travers, that a good chess player always calculates three moves forwards, and that a player in the great game of life ought not to be less wary in his anticipations. Accordingly he descended to the dining-room in his most courteous mood, partook of a repast in the usual family style, (the details of which I will spare my readers,) and wound up the tempting banquet with three glasses of cheap fiery sherry, enumerated every song and glee at the concert for the satisfaction of the ladies, and favored the gentlemen with Major Markham's opinions on politics.

tle of the Nile. At half-past ten he lighted his japan flat candlestick, and repaired to his chamber; the rest of the company usually retired at a still earlier hour, but to night they were all (the deaf widow with the ear-trumpet not excepted) sitting up to receive Mr. Philpott, the dashing young clerk, on his return from an evening party in Alfred Place, given by a lady who was particularly fortunate in gathering together stars and people of consequence; her present party was expected to be remarkably brilliant, her invitations having been accepted by a sheriff who was to be Lord Mayor next year, a young artist who had just finished a picture which he talked of offering to Somerset House, the second son of a baronet, whose father was troubled with flying gout, and whose elder brother had shown symptoms of consumption, and a dramatist, who had recently produced a tragedy which had failed, owing, as he and his friends said, to the widely-circulated rumors of its great merit, which had induced a rival party to go into the house for the purpose of condemning it. Travers, by the aid of the two inches of tallow candle, to which the mistress of the house prudently limited her guests, (doubtless with the charitable wish to prevent them from injuring their constitution by midnight vigils,) contrived to indite a new letter of supplication to his of fended heiress, which far surpassed the eloquence of the former in his own estimation, for with amateur as with professional writers, the last production is always the favorite; and having sealed it by the last flickering remains of his candle, he proceeded to rest.

Morning came; he despatched his letter soon after breakfast; his Mercury returned, but not empty-handed; he bore a delicate white paper packet. Travers tore it open; alas! a slice of bride cake, a pair of white kid gloves, and two cards conjugally tied together with silver twist, two plainly told the tale. Francis Stanley and Helen Lennox had that morning been married! Leaving Travers to the society of the house, (and he might be in a worse situation, for he had both female consolation and medical assistance close at hand,) I will transport my readers to the Maxwells' residence in Harley Street. The drawing-rooms presented a gay scene; the company had just arisen from the splendid déjeuné à la fourchette, and were scattered in groups round the apartments; it was a region of smiles, happiness, and sunshine. At length the bride retired, and in about half an After tea, he played three games of crib- hour, (during which she had received and rebage with the widow, and six hits of back-plied to the letter of Travers,) she again apgammon with the midshipman, invited the peared, attired in a different dress, not in the apothecary to take up the conqueror at the style of the Arabian Nights' Entertainments, latter game, and complacently joined in the where each new dress worn by a bride is general laugh at his facetious retort that "he more magnificent than the last. Helen adhad enough to do to gammon his patients!"hered to old English customs; she left the heard one of the old maids play on a cracked room in all the pomp of white satin, blonde, guitar, and sing "Cupid, god of soft persua- and orange flowers, and returned in the desion," and listened for the seventh time to the mure unobtrusiveness of a lavender lutestring

pelisse and a Leghorn bonnet. The Max-in the hands of an Almighty friend and diwells' carriage was at the door to convey the rector, whose wisdom would judge better for young couple to Windsor, and when they had me than it was possible for one so frail and lost sight of the crowd and bustle of London, weak to judge for herself. My mind graduHelen, for the second time, made a confiden-ally became tranquillized and quiet, and I tial communication to the accompaniment of held myself prepared cheerfully to resign my clattering wheels and horses journeying at large fortune when the allotted twelvemonth full speed. The present piece of information expired, and thankfully to reflect that I had was received exactly as she could wish it to still a sufficiency to shield me from want and be. Some of my readers may say that it is dependence. My cousin's death effected an scarcely necessary to mention this circum-immediate change in my prospects, and some stance, but such was Helen's quickness of of my friends remarked, that it was now 'just observation and delicacy of feeling, that I am the same as if the clause in my father's will of opinion some men would have offended her had never been made,' but it was not the by too palpable rapture, and others by the affectation of indifference. Stanley, however, was a remarkably natural character, and he spoke on the subject exactly as he felt.

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same to me; it furnished me with a magic spear of truth to distinguish real from pretended affection; had it never existed, I should have been deceived by the protestaFor myself," he said, "the acquisition of tions of the plausible Travers, and have bewealth is of little importance, but it gives me come his slighted and unloved wife; but the sincere pleasure that I shall not see my be- event which I considered as the greatest caloved bride deprived of any of the luxuries to lamity has, in reality, been the greatest blesswhich the customs of her life and the refine-ing of my life, since it has given me to the ment of her habits so well entitle her. My satisfaction is increased by the reflection that no one can impute mercenary motives to my choice; and I scruple not to say, that this discovery has imparted additional brightness to a day, which, however, required not its aid to be the happiest of my life, since it has given me possession of my lovely and noble-minded

Helen."

"Call me not noble minded," said Helen; "I have erred greatly, but Heaven has mercifully convinced me of my fault, by the aid of blessings instead of chastisements. I was naturally haughty and imperious; the will of my father appeared to me the severest punishment that could be inflicted on me. I, at once, determined to reject my detested relative, but I shrunk from the idea of vegetating through life on a narrow and scanty pittance. Natural feeling prevented me from speaking with disrespect of an earthly father, but I hesitated not to murmur unceasingly against the dispensations of a heavenly one. I did not want for comforters; my old nurse recalled a fairy tale to my mind intended to prove that misfortunes were blessings in disguise, in which the heroine, (the Princess Aurora, I believe,) after losing her beauty, losing her child, and almost losing her life, is restored to perfect felicity, and discovers that each of her losses has been the means of shielding her from some greater calamity. My governess assures me that

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Whatever is, is right,

All discord harmony, not understood,
All partial evil, universal good.'

And my young friends unanimously declared,
that, although I was deprived of one fortune,
my first season in London would give me a
choice of three or four. My excellent aunt,
however, bestowed more valuable consolation
upon me; she led me to the study of those
sacred records which I had hitherto too much
neglected, and taught me to feel that I was

protection of a fond and disinterested husband, and rescued myself and my property from the grasp of a mercenary and heartless Fortune Hunter."

THE SERAGLIO.

BY MRS, CRAWFORD.

CURTAINED by odorous plants of eastern bloom,
Admits such softened light as Dian's beams
The gilded lattice of the harem room
Shed o'er the emerald earth. There brightly
gleams

The white and perfumed fountain, sweetly fraught
With lulling music; there in beauty wrought,
Gay plumaged birds and brilliant flowers between,
Spread o'er the costly walls a fairy scene;
And there too, brighter still, alluring grace
Shines in each flexile form and melting face,
Shapes such as he, the visionary, made,
Who hung enamored o'er the breathing shade
His chisel moulded from the Parian stone-
Bosoms as soft and white as cygnet's down,
Bright shadowy tresses floating wildly free,
Braided with orient pearls less fair to see-
Lips like unfolding roses springing new
To kiss the eastern sun that drinks their dew,
Sweet beaming eyes like those of young gazelle,
Whose darkness match their jetty arches well;
Small polished feet like flakes of snow that rest
Their naked beauties on the couch so blest ;-
Yes, all that love can covet they possess,
And does not love his fairest offspring bless?
Ah, no! to them denied, entombed alive,
Their loveless hearts hope's sunny smiles survive.
Not the sweet interchange of wedded love,
From kindred bosoms early torn to prove,
But feelings adverse to Love's holy joy,
Unhallow'd passion, with its dark alloy
of unconfiding thoughts, suspicion shrined
Like things of darkness in the guilty mind;
Objects of grosser sense and selfish care,
To man debased in intellect: despair

Has wreathed for woman's lip the poisoned bowl,
And stripped that beauteous temple of a soul.
What is to save her with so harsh a creed ?
What intellectual lore her mind can feed,
That soars no higher than the things of earth,
Nor owns a spirit of immortal birth,
But fixing here her final resting-place,
Dreams not of God or his redeeming grace?
Well has that son of song immortal, shown,
Even he whose wizard harp hath lost its tone,
What anguish waits on them, those creatures fair,
Wedded to tyrant's will like young "Gulnare."
That poor abused one, who sickening turns,
And kiss unsanctified as loathsome spurns,
Whose hand as cold as her insensate heart,
Drops listless down, unmoved and glad to part
From proud imperial sultan in his hour
Of hateful courtship, who but wears that flower
Of human loveliness, till fancy tire,
And some fresh budding rose relume his fire.
Drinking as guilty choice or chance impels,
Unhallowed waters from an hundred wells.
Oh! lost to all the sweetest joys of life,
The mind's companion in the faithful wife,
Domestic pleasures all to them unknown,
Amidst their regal splendor slaves alone,
Pitied, but most unenvied in their state,
Poor lawless exiles from love's happier fate.
"For high the bliss that waits on wedded love,
Best, purest emblem of the bliss above,
To draw new rapture from another's joy,
To share each woe half its sting destroy."
Of one fond heart to be the slave and lord,
Bless and be blessed, adore and be adored,
To own the link of soul, the chain of mind,
Sublimest friendship, passion most refined,
Passion to life's last evening hour still warm,
And friendship, brightest in the darkest storm;
Lives there but would for blessings so divine.
The crowded harem's sullen joys resign?

Ye soulless tyrants, who in climes of light
Possess whate'er can minister delight,
Whose lands all rosy as at nature's birth,
Teem with the treasures of the pregnant earth,
Fair fruits and blooming flowers profusely spread,
Where once the conquering Grecians proudly led
Their hosts to battle forth; those godlike sires
Sleep in the tomb of ages, but the fires,
Long smouldering in the fettered bondsman's

heart,

Touched by fair Freedom's hand, shall flames impart,

To light the funeral pyre of man debased
By sensual appetite, till all effaced
Mahomet dared to write, the veil shall fall,
And God's eternal face be seen of all;
Then woman will be free! and not till then,
Servant of glory, and not slave of men,
Her charter signed by his redeeming hand,
Shall prove her heirship to the promised land,
Where angels, and not fabled houris, wait,
Guardians and ministers at heaven's gate,
Crowned with their amaranth wreaths with wings
of light,

Fanning those golden skies, that know no night.

A PEDESTRIAN TOUR OF 1347 MILES THROUGH WALES AND ENGLAND; PERFORMED IN THE SUMMER OF

1833.*

BY PEDESTRES, AND SIR CLAVILENO WOODENPEG, KNIGHT, OF SNOWDON.

CHAPTER VI.

"To other regions!"

ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL.

PEDESTRES distributed his P. P. C's., or D. I. O's. I forget which-threw his knapsack over his shoulders, and then took Clavileno by the hand. On the 24th of April (1833) he turned his back on Sidmouth, making for Exeter over Aylesbere Hill. And on this elevated situation, his ignoble tongue wagged metre in the accents of Lord Byron, when he spoke of the remains of a Moorish castle in Andalusia

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Here was the camp, the watch-flame, and the host."

During the last war this hill was-I fancy more than once-the scene of an encamped army and in the days of Charles and the Roundheads, the more bloody scene of the meeting of two armies that smiled not on each other.

The renowned and valorous Don Quixas, Quixana, Quixada, Quesada, or Quixote, sallied forth into the world in the purest spirit of philanthropy; and I doubt not but that Sir Hudibras had reasons equally honorable and satisfactory, for practising his bruised yet laurelled knight-errantry. To redress wrongs -succour the afflicted-feed the hungryclothe the naked-cheer the sad-chastise all other-to fight for the fair. Laudable modiscourteous knights-and, exceeding all

tives!

To the everlasting shame of Pedestres be it spoken, he had not entirely and exclusively departed his home, with such unspeakably good resolution in his breast. He did not sufficiently consider the matter: he did not reflect that this naughty world is a garden of weeds, flourishing with wrongs that require sturdy eradication-that it is a tragic stage paced by the afflicted that look round them for succour-that it is inhabited by many, who daily waste under the sharp corrosion of their own gastric juice-that some of the sons of Adam, breathing a less salubrious climate, and pinched by the envious nipping frosts, have neither his virtue nor his verdant apron, to fortify themselves against such untangible enemies: he should have thought of the numerous sad who look to be cheered-it should have occurred to him, that there might exist certain discourteous knights, who in all cases should, without the slightest tinge of mercy, be chastised with the greatest possible sever.

* Continued from page 175.

ity: and, in fine, he should have reflected, | none of your stocks and stones, to be butted that there might be some unfortunate Andro- and jeered at by all such comers as youmeda to liberate, or peerless Dulcinea to dis- don't think it." enchant. Then, perchance, could he have "My good woman, I'm sorry" enrolled himself under the banner of "a "Don't good woman me,” cried the virago, white wench's black eye;" and calling on his flourishing the broomstick over her head; mistress in the true essence of chivalry, rush-"don't speak to me- don't give me any more of ed unconcerned into danger, or indeed death. He had even sallied forth without being mounted; he trusted and entrusted to his own strength and resources, the safety of his body in all chances and haps, that hap might; and, therefore by a kind of concatenation-the safety of his mind. Neither had the 'squire to share his fortunes-to back his valor-to pursue his advantages-or (if possible) to share his victories. The incomparable Clavileno was both his Sancho and his Rosinante. At the pleasing thought, Pedestres gave him a hearty squeeze with his hand. Clavileno was indeed inestimable: he was not only an agreeable companion on the way, which, as the Spaniards say, is as good as a coach; but his actual services were at every instant so felt and acknowledged, that Pedestres has often declared with tears in his eyes, that he could, on no account, have attempted the walk without his aid.

On arriving in Exeter, Pedestres, with a glance of retrospection, recalled some of the tourist's rules and memorabilia, that should always maintain a vivid delineation on the tablets of every wanderer's brain, and which have been hinted at in the fourth chapter.

The first thing, therefore, that suggested itself to his mind, was, that it was not only useless, but extremely foolish, to make laws and regulations, if there existed afterwards no intention of putting them into practice. It was waste of time-waste of thought and waste of labor. He accordingly summoned the first he had laid down; and which should stand, as he affirms, on the tip of every man's tongue, whenever he enters a strange and unknown place.

"Unde derivatur nomen ?" Said he to an old woman, the only person he happened to be near enough at that moment when the spirit moved him to speak.

"Ay? what, what, what" answered she of the petticoat, stammering with sudden rage, and unable to articulate through the tremor of her fury.

"Unde derivatur nomen, my good woman?" said Pedestres again, quite astonished at her unaccountable paroxysm.

your lingo,or I'll beat your cursed brains about the street, and call all the dogs in the parish to eat 'em, and tear the rest of thee to pieces!" "Indeed," said Pedestres, in a conciliatory tone of voice, "I intended only to ask you a simple question. Although I am not entirely a stranger here, still I cannot say I had ever the honor of meeting you before, or of ever having had the opportunity of becoming acquainted with either your true or false name. I knew nothing of the nick name of 'Old Lundy'-I knew not even your real name, nor know it now, (nor care to,)-how should I have been aware of offending you by a nick-name, or by words that, to your ears sounded so like it?"

These words, instead of producing the desired effect, only seemed to make things worse.

"Hypocritical devil!" she cried, putting a stress on the word: "thou varlet! thou villain! thou art as false as the rest of thy sex: thou wilt come here, forsooth, with an antic face, to scoff and flout at a poor creaturecall her 'Lundy' with the very first words you speak-tell her how you hate a womanabuse, insult, and sneer at her-and then indeed, like a true man, turn to, and tell her to her face, that there is no imperence in it! I'll stop your gab," she added, taking a desperate swing with the broomstick, in order to accumulate force which she intended to hurl upon Pedestres' head, "I'll scatter your cursed brains!"

But philosophers tell us that fortune never forsakes the brave; and at that very critical moment Providence called upon a young lad who sat nursing a cat in the cottage on the other side of the way. Hearing a great altercation without, and moreover, hearing the word Lundy bandied about in ungenteel tones, his attention was arrested: he started from his chair, and rushed out of the cottage to the spot where we were.

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Stop, Granny!" cried the boy, seizing the old hag's uplifted arm, which was just in the act of bringing an all-levelling blow on her opponent; and to parry which, Pedestres had raised Clavileno. "Stop, Granny ! 'tis against The mad blood rushed in her face. "None the laws to kill any body, and much more a of your imperence, young man,” replied she gentleman. What's the matter, Granny?— "none of your sauce here-Lundy, how I hate can't 'e let people alone?—you know you are a woman! Lundy is no name of mine, though a little testy sometimes-you know--" I have been nicknamed Old Lundy by some "Out, you imp of iniquity!" said the old lot of mischievous knaves, as wicked as your-woman, cutting him short, and at the same sel'. I'll take you down, or twenty such time pushing him backwards with great vioJacks," she vociferated, raising a broom-stick|lence. "You must come too, like a young which she held in her hand; "Lundy, how I sprig of the old tree, to give your paltry word hate a woman!—why, I never heard the like against me:-thou'lt be a man some o' these o' that in my life: and may be, I had seen days, an' it please Heaven to spare thee,many a long day before you, and older I see thou wilt. Take that, and be knaves than you knew what it was to be im- The boy was unable to stand against the perent to honest women in this world. I'm strength of her brawny and masculine arm.

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