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belong to this class ;-it can surely never be supposed that | Horace or Virgil, and, I suspect, charms quite as rs. we wade through “ Grammars,” “ Catechisms,” and tional. None of my holidays were anticipated with long“ Rudiments.” We fear not to confess, that we rarely ings more eager than those that were to be spent at Amdo more than look over the title-page and preface. If mondell. I had my fishing tackle to arrange, which, to the publisher's name be respectable, we inform our read- one fond of angling, is a pleasure, secondary only to that ers that we have no doubt they will find the work useful; of using it. I had to prepare myself in the classics, and if we know nothing about the publisher, we some- which, though a less agreeable occupation than the other, times just say the same thing. This is our general rule ; was as necessary—certain, as I was, that I should be ex-there are exceptions to it, no doubt, as in the case of amined as to my proficiency. Sometimes, also, I ventured Mr Graham's book of the Cupar Academy, reviewed in upon a verse or two of English poetry, to show to my inour last,-—but we frankly confess that this is our general dulgent relative. rule; and our frankness in this instance will not lessen It was soon after Mr Erskine retired from the bar and the weight attached to our criticisms in general. The from political life, that my visits to Ammondell were the names of Messrs Whittaker and Co., the publishers of most frequent; and it is at this period that my recollecthe elementary works whose titles we have copied above, tions of him are the most vivid. Some say, he retired from and who are known to pay particular attention to this public life disgusted ; all admit, that he retired neglectedbranch of literature, are enough to vouch for their re- but no one will add, forgotten. Sure I am, that if im spectability. We must positively, however, object to the pressions made upon the mind of a boy be entitled to a definition of Scotland given in the “ Rudiments of Geo- regard, I may say truly, that disappointment, if felt hoidi, graphy." Mr Woodbridge is good enough to say, had been unable in him to sour the milk of human kind“ Scotland is a rough and mountainous country in the ness; and that, when I saw that fine grey-headed mannorth, with only a few fertile valleys;" and this is illus- the most eloquent, the wittiest of his day-walking in his trated by a woodcut, representing some bare rocks, a garden, with the hoe in his hand, I never questioned his piece of water, and a lean cow! This is really too bad of sincerity in the following charming and characteristic Mr Woodbridge.

lines, which he once read to me from his scrap-book, and

which, not very long before his death, he kindly permitThe Golden Chain.

ted me to copy. They have never before been published : By Mrs Sherwood. Berwick. Thomas Melrose. 1829. 12mo. Pp. 85.

Let sparks and topers o'er their bottle sit, We have positively read this little book, and think it

Toss bumpers down, and fancy laughter wit : contains a very excellent story for young people.

Let cautious plodders o'er the ledger pore,
Note down each farthing gain'd, and wish it more :

Let lawyers dream of wigs,-poets, of fame,
Scenes Comiques Tirées de Molière, Regnard, Destouches, Scholars look learned, and senators declaim :
Le Sage, Casimir Delavigne, &c. &c.

Avec les re- Let soldiers stand like targets in the fray, tranchemens necessaires pour rendre cet ouvrage propre

Their lives worth just their thirteen pence a-day; à la jeunesse de l'un et l'autre sere. Londres. Simpkin Give me a nook in some secluded spot et Marshall. 1829. 12mo. Pp. 371.

Which business shuns, and din approaches not,Tuis is a tasteful and judicious selection from the best

Some quiet retreat, where I may never know French comic writers, calculated to give the student of

What monarch reigns, what ministers bestow. that language a just idea of their respective styles. It is

A book-my slippers—and a field to stroll in

My garden-seat-an elbow-chair to loll in ;
Fery prettily printed, and neatly got up, as Simpkin and
Marshall's books always are.

Sunshine when wanted—shade, when shade invites ;
With pleasant country sounds, and smells, and sights;

And, now and then, a glass of generous wine,

Shared with a chatty friend of “auld lang syne ;"

And one companion more, for ever nigh,
AN EDITORIAL PARAGRAPH VERY PROPER To sympathize in all that passes by-

To journey with me on the path of life,
Tre great fault of many of the Magazines and other periodicals of

And share its pleasures, and divide its strife. the day is, that they are monotonous in their cleverness. Their Edi- These simple joys, Eugenius, let me find, tors get into a certain routine, and do it well; but they want versa- And I'll ne'er cast a lingering look behind. tility on a large scale. Now, we are determined that the LITERARY JOURNAL shall be full at once of cleverness and of variety; and that

These lines were written after Mr Erskine's second no mortal reader shall ever be able to predicate what the leading fea- marriage, and refer, no doubt, in the latter part, to his tures of the subsequent Number will be from the leading features of second wife, who proved a most valuable companion and the Number that has preceded it. We shall of course ever pay the a tender nurse in his declining years. What degree of strictest attention to our review department, and will notice all new happiness his first connexion yielded in his early days, I books of interest with the most scrupulous care; but at this present have no access to know; but the extreme nervous irritamoment, just before the bursting of the publishing season, there is a dead calm, -"not a mouse stirring," -and we avail ourselves of bility, and somewhat eccentric ways of the first Mrs Erthe momentary absence of new books, to present our two thousand skine, did not contribute greatly to his happiness in her five hundred subscribers with a delectable selection of miscellaneous later years. One of her peculiarities consisted in not rearticles, -" any one of which,” as the Newspapers say of the embel- tiring to rest at the usual hours. She would frequently lishments in the Annuals, “ is well worth the price of the whole pub- employ half the night in examining the wardrobe of the lication.” We beseech our friends, however, to enter upon the per family, to see that nothing was amissing, and that every Usal of the whole with the most perfect confidence, for, in the thing was in its proper place. I recollect being told this abundance of our stores, we freely bestow upon them this intellectual among other proofs of her oddities, that one morning,

about two or three o'clock, having been unsuccessful in RECOLLECTIONS OF THE DEAD.

a search, she awoke Mr Erskine by putting to him this important interrogatory, Harry, lovie, where's your

white waistcoat?" By a Relative. *

The mail coach used to set me down at Ammondell My youthful visits to Ammondell live very greenly in gate, which is about three quarters of a mile from the my memory : these had greater charms for me than either house ; and I yet see, as vividly as I at this moment see • This article and three others, which are to complete the series,

the landscape from the window at which I am now wriare from the well-known and able pen of DERWENT CONWAY,-ED. ting, the features of that beautiful and secluded domain,





the antique stone bridge,—the rushing stream, the wood

A TALE OF THE SIEGE OF NAMUR. ed banks,-and, above all, the owner, coming towards me with his own benevolent smile and sparkling eyes. I re- On the morning of the 30th August, 1695, just as the collect the very grey hat he used to wear, with a bit of sun began to tinge the dark and blood-stained battlements the rim torn, and the pepper-and-salt short coat, and the of Namur, a detachment of Mackay's Scottish regiment white neckcloth sprinkled with snuif.

made their rounds, relieving the last nigbt-sentinels, and No one could, or ever did, tire in Mr Erskine's com- placing those of the morning. As soon as the party repany—he was society equally for the child and for the turned to their quarters, and relaxed from the formalities grown man. He would first take me to see his garden, of military discipline, their leader, a tall, muscular man, where, being one day surprised by a friend while digging of about middle age, with a keen eye and manly features, potatoes, he made the now well-known remark, that he though swarthy and embrowned with toil, and wearing was enjoying otium cum diggin a tautie.* He would then an expression but little akin to the gentle or the amiable, take me to his melon bed, which we never left without a moved to an angle of the bastion, and, leaning on his promise of having one after dinner; and then he would spontoon, fixed an anxious gaze on the rising sun. While carry me to see the pony, and the great dog upon which he remained in this position, he was approached by anhis grandson, Henry David—now Lord Cardross-used other officer, who, slapping him roughly on the shoulder, afterwards to ride.

accosted him in these words,-“ What, Monteith! are Like most men of elegant and cultivated minds, Mr you in a musing mood ? Pray, let me have the benefit of Erskine was an amateur in music, and himself no indif- your morning meditations." — " Sir!" said Monteith, turnferent performer upon the violin. I think I scarcely ever ing hastily round,—“ Oh! 'tis you, Keppel. What think entered the hall along with him that he did not take down you of this morning ?”—“ Why, that it will be a glorious his Cremona—a real one, I believe—which hung on the day for some ; and for you and me, I hope, among others. wall, and, seating himself in one of the wooden chairs, Do you know that the Elector of Bavaria purposes a geplay somes natches of old English or Scotch airs ;-some- neral assault to-day ?"_" I might guess as much, from times, “ Let's have a dance upon the heath,” an air from the preparations going on. Well, would it were to-morthe music in Macbeth, which he used to say was by Pur- row!"_“ Sure you are not afraid, Monteith ?"_“ Afraid ! cel, and not by Locke, to whom it has usually been ascri- It is not worth while to quarrel at present; but methinks bed—sometimes, “ The flowers of the forest,” or “ Auld you, Keppel, might have spared that word. There are Robin Gray”_and sometimes the beautiful Pastorale not many men who might utter it and live.”_" Nay, I from the eighth concerto of Corelli, for whose music he had meant no offence : yet permit me to say, that your words an enthusiastic admiration. But the greatest treat to me and manner are strangely at variance with your usual was when, after dinner, he took down from the top of bearing on a battle-morn.”—“ Perhaps so," replied Monhis bookcase, where it lay behind a bust, I think, of Mr teith; "and, but that your English prejudices will refuse Fox, his manuscript book, full of jeux d'esprit, charades, assent, it might be accounted for. That sun will rise to-morbon mots, &c. &c., all his own composition. I was then row with equal power and splendour, gilding this earth's too young, and, I trust, too modest, to venture any opinion murky vapours, but I shall not behold his glory. upon their merits; but I well recollect the delight with do tell me some soothful narrative of a second-sighted which I listened, and Mr Erskine was not above being Seer,” said Keppel ; “ I promise to do my best to believe gratified by the silent homage of a youthful mind. it. At any rate, I will not laugh outright, I assure you."

Few men have ever enjoyed a wider reputation for wit —“ I fear not that. It is no matter to excite mirth; and, than the Honourable Henry Erskine; the epithet then, in truth, I feel at present strangely inclined to be comand even now, applied to him, par excellence, is that of the municative. Besides, I have a request to make ; and I witty Harry Erskine ; and I do believe, that all the puns may as well do something to induce you to grant it."and bon mots which have been put into his mouth-some “ That I readily will, if in my power,” replied Keppel. of them, no doubt, having originally come out of it- So, proceed with your story, if you please.”—“ Listen would eke out a handsome duodecimo. I well recollect, attentively, then—and be at once my first and my last that nothing used to pain me so much as not perceiving at confident. once the point of any of Mr Erskine's witticisms. Some- Shortly after the battle of Bothwell Bridge, I joined times, half an hour after the witticism had been spoken, the troop commanded by Irvine of Bonshaw; and gloI would begin to giggle, having only then discovered the riously did we scour the country, hunting the rebel Cogist of the saying. In this, however, I was not singular. venanters, and acting our pleasure upon man, woman, and While Mr Erskine practised at the bar, it was his fre-child, person and property. I was then but young, and, quent custom to walk, after the rising of the courts, in for a time, rather witnessed than acted in the wild and the Meadows ; and he was often accompanied by Lord exciting commission which we so amply discharged. But Balmuto-one of the judges, a very good kind of man, use is all in all. Ere half a dozen years bad sped but not particularly quick in his perception of the ludi- their round, I was one of the prettiest men in the troop

His lordship never could discover at first the at every thing. It was in the autumn of 168t, as I too point of Mr Erskine's wit; and, after walking a mile or well remember, that we were engaged in beating up the two perhaps, and long after Mr Erskine had forgotten the haunts of the Covenanters on the skirts of Galloway and saying, Lord Balmuto would suddenly cry out, “ I have Ayrshire. A deep mist, which covered the moors thick you now, Harry—I have you now, Harry!"-stopping, as a shroud—friendly at times to the Whigs, but, in the and bursting into an immoderate fit of laughter.

present instance, their foe-concealed our approach, till This being a personal reminiscence, I am precluded we were close upon a numerous conventicle. We hailed, from saying any thing of Mr Erskine's political career ; and bade them stand ; but, trusting to their mosses and let me only add, that the ablest man of his day,—the head glens, they scattered and fled. of the bar,—the ornament of the country to which he be directions, pressing bard upon the fugitives. In spite of longed, was left to cultivate melons, and prune fruit trees, several morasses which I had to skirt, and difficult glens and read charades to a boy like me, while men who- to thread, being well mounted, I gained rapidly on a young But no matter ; he was a greater man in his pepper-and-mountaineer, who, finding escape by flight impossible

, salt coat than others in their robes of office. My next re- bent his course to a house at a short distance, as hoping miniscence shall be of Hector Macneil.

for shelter there, like a hare to her form. I shouted to him to stand; he ran on.

Again I hailed him ; but he

heeded not. • The Scotch word for potato.

When, dreading to lose all trace of him, should he gain the house, I fired. The bullet took effect. He fell, and his heart's blood gushed on his father's


We pursued in various

threshold. Just at that instant an aged woman, alarmed | I became quite a favourite with the old man, and proby the gallop of my horse, and the report of the pistol, cured ready access to the company of his child. But I rushed to the door, and, stumbling, fell upon the body of was sufficiently piqued to find, that, in spite of all my ber dying son. She raised his drooping head upon her gallantry, I could not learn whether I had made any imknee, kissed his bloody brow, and screamed aloud, “Oh! pression upon the heart of the laughing Fanchon. What God of the widow and the fatherless ! have mercy on peace and playful toying could not accomplish, war and me!' One ghastly, convulsive shudder shook all her sorrow did. We were called out of winter-quarters, to nerves, and the next moment they were calm as the steel commence what was anticipated to be a bloody campaign. of my sword; then raising her pale and shrivelled coun- | I obtained an interview to take a long and doubtful faretenance, every feature of which was fixed in the calm, well. In my arms the weeping girl owned her love, and unearthly earnestness of utter despair, or perfect resigna- pledged her hand, should I survive to return once more tion, she addressed me, every word falling distinct and to Brussels. Keppel, I am a doomed man; and my doom piercing on my ear like dropping musketry,— And hast is about to be accomplished ! Formerly I wished to die; thou this day made me a widowed, childless mother ? but death fled me. Now I wish to live ; and death will Hast thou shed the precious blood of this young servant come upon me! I know I shall never more see Brussels, of Jehovah ? And canst thou hope that thy lot will be nor my lovely little Fleming. Wilt thou carry her my one of unmingled happiness ? Go! red-handed persecu- last farewell; and tell her to forget a man who was untor! Follow thine evil way! But hear one message of worthy of her love—whose destiny drove him to love, truth from a feeble and unworthy tongue. Remorse, and be beloved, that he might experience the worst of hulike a bloodhound, shall dog thy steps ; and the serpent man wretchedness? You'll do this for me, Keppel ?" of an evil conscience shall coil around thy heart. From “ If I myself survive, I will. But this is some deluthis hour, thou shalt never know peace. Thou shalt seek sion—some strong dream. I trust it will not unnerve death, and long to meet it as a friend ; but it shall flee your arm in the moment of the storm.” thee: And when thou shalt begin to love life, and dread “No! I may die—must die ; but it shall be in front death, then shall thine enemy come upon thee; and thou of my troop, or in the middle of the breach. Yet how I shalt not escape. Hence to thy bloody comrades, thou long to escape this doom! I have won enough of glory; second Cain ! thou accursed and banished from the face I despise pillage and wealth ; but I feel my very heartof Heaven and of mercy !' - Foul hag ! I exclaimed, strings shrink from the now-terrible idea of final dissoluit would take little to make me send thee to join thy tion. Oh! that the fatal hour were past, or that I had psalm-singing offspring !:— Well do I know that thou still my former eagerness to die! Keppel, if I dared, I wouldst, if thou wert permitted !' replied she. . But go would to-day own myself a coward !" thy way, and bethink thee how thou wilt answer to thy " Come with me,” said Keppel, to my quarters. Creator for this morning's work!' And, ceasing to re- The night air has made you aguish. The cold fit will gard me, she stooped her head over the dead body of her yield to a cup of as generous Rhine-wine as ever was son. I could endure no more, but wheeled round, and drunk on the banks of the Sambre.” Monteith consentgalloped off to join my companions.

ed, and the two moved off to partake of the stimulating " From that hour, I felt myself a doomed and misera- and substantial comforts of a soldier's breakfast in the ble man. In vain did I attempt to banish from my mind Netherlands. the deed I had done, and the words I had heard. In the It was between one and two in the afternoon. An unmidst of mirth and revelry, the dying groan of the youth, usual stillness reigned in the lines of the besiegers. The and the words of doom spoken by his mother, rung for garrison remained equally silent, as watching, in deep susever in my ears, converting the festal board to a scene of pense, on what point the storm portended by this terrible carnage and horror, till the very wine-cup seemed to foam calm would burst. A single piece of artillery was disover with hot-bubbling gore. Once I tried_laugh, if you charged. Instantly a body of grenadiers rushed from the will — I tried to pray; but the clotted locks of the dying intrenchments, struggled over masses of ruins, and mountman, and the earnest gaze of the soul-stricken mother, ed the breach. The shock was dreadful. Man strove came betwixt me and Heaven, — my lip faltered — my with man, and blow succeeded to blow with fierce and breath stopped-my very soul stood still; for I knew breathless energy. The English reached the summit, that my victims were in Paradise, and how could I think but were almost immediately beaten back, leaving numof happiness—1, their murderer,—in one common home bers of their bravest grovelling among the blackened fragwith them ? Despair took possession of my whole being. ments. Their leader, Lord Cutts, had himself received I rushed voluntarily to the centre of every deadliest peril, a dangerous wound in the head; but disregarding it, he in hopes to find an end to my misery. Yourself can bear selected two hundred men from Mackay's regiment, and me witness that I have ever been the first to meet, the putting them under the command of Lieutenants Cockle last to retire from, danger. Often, when I heard the bat- and Monteith, sent them to restore the fortunes of the tle-signal given, and when I passed the trench, or stormed assault. Their charge was irresistible. Led on by Monthe breach, in front of my troop, it was less to gain ap- teith, who displayed a wild and frantic desperation, raplause and promotion, than to provoke the encounter of ther than bravery, they broke through all impediments, death. 'Twas all in vain. I was doomed not to die, drove the French from the covered way, seized on one of while I longed for death. And now

the batteries, and turned the cannon against the enemy. Well, by your own account, you run no manner of To enable them to maintain this advantage, they were risk, and at the same time are proceeding on a rapid ca- reinforced by parties from other divisions. Keppel, adreer of military success,” said Keppel ; " and, for my vancing in one of those parties, discovered the mangled life, I cannot see why that should aflict you, supposing form of his friend Monteith, lying on heaps of the eneit all perfectly true.”

my on the very summit of the captured battery. He at“ Because you have not yet heard the whole. But tempted to raise the seemingly lifeless body. Monteith listen a few minutes longer. During last winter, our opened his eyes,—“ Save me !” he cried ; " save me! I division, as you know, was quartered - in Brussels, and will not die ! I dare not-I must not die!" was very kindly entertained by the wealthy and good- It were too horrid to specify the ghastly nature of the natured Flemings. Utterly tired of the heartless dissipa- mortal wounds which had torn and distigured his frame. tion of life in a camp, I endeavoured to make myself to live was impossible. Yet Keppel strove to render agreeable to my landlord, that I might obtain a more in-him some assistance, were it but to soothe his parting spitimate admission into his family circle. To this I was rit. Again he opened his glazing eyes," I will resist the more incited, that I expected some pleasure in the so- thee to the last !" he cried, in a raving delirium.“ I -ciety of his daughter. In all I succeeded to my wish. killed him but in the discharge of my duty. What worse

was I than others ? Poor consolation now! The duom ving at home. A dentist soon supplied the invalid with --the doom! I cannot—dare not-must notwill not three teeth, which he had pulled out of an indigent poet's die !" And while the vain words were gurgling in his head at the rate of ten stivers a-piece, but for which he throat, his head sunk back on the body of a slaughtered prudently charged the rich merchant one hundred dolfoe, and his unwilling spirit forsook his shattered carcass. lars. The doctor, upon examining his leg, and recollect

ing that he was at that moment rather in want of a subTHE MARVELLOUS HISTORY OF MYNHEER ject, cut it carefully off, and took it away with him in his VON WODENBLOCK.*

carriage to lecture upon it to his pupils. So Mynheer By Henry G. Bell.

Wodenblock, considering that he had been hitherto ac

customed to walk and not to hop, and being, perhaps, «Τον δέ ιδων ρίγησε βοήν άγαθος Διομηδης.”

somewhat prejudiced in favour of the former mode of lo« There was not a Dutchman who did not tremble at the sight." KNICKERBOCKER's Free Translation.

comotion, sent for our friend at the canal basin, in order

that he might give him directions about the representaHe who has been at Rotterdam, will remember a house tive, with which he wished to be supplied for his lost of two stories which stands in the suburbs just adjoining member. the basin of the canal that runs between that city and the

The artificer entered the wealthy burgher's apartment. Hague, Leyden, and other places. I say he will remem

He was reclining on a couch, with his left leg looking as ber it, for it must have been pointed out to him as having respectable as ever, but with his unhappy right stump been once inhabited by the most ingenious artist that wrapped up in bandages, as if conscious and ashamed of Holland aver produced, to say nothing of his daughter, its own littleness. « Turningvort, you have heard of my the prettiest maiden ever born within hearing of the misfortune ; it has thrown me into a fever, and all Rotcroaking of a frog. It is not with the fair Blanche, un

terdam into confusion ; but let that pass.

You must fortunately, that we have at present any thing to do; it make me a leg; and it must be the best leg, sir, you ever is with the old gentleman her father. His profession was

made in your life.” Turningvort bowed. “ I do not that of a surgical-instrument maker, but his fame princi

care what it costs ;” Turningvort bowed yet lower; “propally rested on the admirable skill with which he con

vided it outdoes every thing you have yet made of a sistructed wooden and cork legs. So great was his reputa-milar sort. I am for none of your wooden spindleshanks. tion in this department of human science, that they whom Make it of cork ; let it be light and elastic; and cram it nature or accident had curtailed, caricatured, and disap

as full of springs as a watch. I know nothing of the pointed in so very necessary an appendage to the body, business, and cannot be more specific in my directions ; came limping to him in crowds, and, however desperate but this I am determined upon, that I shall bave a leg as their case might be, were very soon (as the saying is) set good as the one I have lost. I know such a thing is to be upon their legs again. Many a cripple

, who had looked had, and if I get it from you, your reward is a thousand upon his deformity as incurable, and whose only consola- guineas. The Dutch Prometheus declared, that to please tion consisted in an occasional sly hit at Providence, for Mynheer Von Wodenblock, he would do more than huhaving intrusted his making to a journeyman, found him

man ingenuity had ever done before, and undertook to self so admirably fitted, so elegantly propped up by bring him, within six days, a leg which would laugh to Mynheer Turnivgvort,—that he almost began to doubt

scorn the mere common legs possessed by common men. whether a timber or cork supporter was not, on the

This assurance was not meant as an idle boast. Turnwhole, superior to a more commonplace and troublesome ingvort was a man of speculative as well as practical one of flesh and blood. And, in good truth, if you had science, and there was a favourite discovery which he had seen how very handsome and delicate were the under- long been endeavouring to make, and in accomplishing standings fashioned by the skilful artificer, you would which, he imagined he had at last succeeded that very have been puzzled to settle the question yourself, the more

morning. Like all other manufacturers of terrestrial legs, especially if, in your real toes, you were ever tormented he had ever found the chief difficulty in his progress towith gout or corns. One morning, just as Master Turningvort was giving sible to introduce into them any thing in the shape of

wards perfection, to consist in its being apparently imposits final smoothness and polish to a calf and ankle, a messenger entered his studio, to speak classically, and re- forming those important functions achieved under the

joints, capable of being regulated by the will, and of perquested that he would immediately accompany him to the mansion of Mynheer Von Wodenblock.

present system, by means of the admirable mechanism of It was the the knee and ankle.

Our philosopher had spent years in mansion of the richest merchant in Rotterdam, so the endeavouring to obviate this grand inconvenience

, and artist put on his best wig, and set forth with his three though he had undoubtedly made greater progress than cornered hat in one hand, and his silver-headed stick in the other. It so happened that Mynheer Von Woden- any body else, it was not till now that he believed himself

completely master of the great secret. His first attempt block had been very laudably employed, a few days be

to carry it into execution was to be in the leg he was fore, in turning a poor relation out of doors, but in en

about to make for Mynheer Von Wodenblock. deavouring to hasten the odious wretch's progress down stairs by a slight impulse a posteriore, (for Mynheer sel- which I have already alluded, that with this magic lex,

It was on the evening of the sixth day from that to dom stood upon ceremony with poor relations,) he had carefully packed up, the acute artisan again made his ab. unfortunately lost his balance, and tumbling headlong pearance before the expecting and impatient Wodenblock

. from the top to the bottom, he found, on recovering his There was a proud twinkle in Turningvort's grep ere, senses, that he had broken his right leg, and that he had which seemed to indicate, that he valued even the thoulost three teeth. He had at first some thoughts of having sand guineas, which he intended for Blanche's marriage his poor relation tried for murder ; but being naturally of portion, less than the celebrity, the glory, the immortalis a merciful disposition, he only sent him to jail on account of some unpaid debt, leaving him there to enjoy the com- precious bundle, and spent some hours in displaying and

ty, of which he was at length so sure. fortable retfection, that his wife and children were star- explaining to the delighted

burgher the number of arille lished anonymously. It has since been copied into many nc wspapers, purpose which each was intended to serve. The evening

It is three years since the above tale was first written and pub- ditions he had made to the internal machinery, and the au:hur hopes he inay be excused for now giving it a lens ephemeral wheels, and springs acting upon springs. When is the

wore away in these discussions concerning wheels within peeally as an attempt was made by an anonymous writer in Black time to retire to rest, both were equally satisfied of the wont's Magazine, soine months ago, to appropriate to himself what perfection of the work ; and at his employer's earnest for purely imaginary, and founded upon no traditiou whatever. quest, the artist consented to remain where he was fer


He untied his

In an

the night, in order that early next morning he might fit He did so at last, nevertheless, and, catching him in his on the limb, and see how it performed its duty.

arms, lifted him entirely from the ground. But the straEarly next morning all the necessary arrangements tagem (if so it may be called) did not succeed, for the inwere completed, and Mynheer Von Wodenblock walked nate propelling motion of the leg hurried him on along forth to the street in ecstasy, blessing the inventive with his burden at the same rate as before. He set him powers of one who was able to make so excellent a hand therefore down again, and stooping, pressed violently on of his leg. It seemed indeed to act to admiration ; in the one of the springs that protruded a little behind. merchant's mode of walking, there was no stiffness, no instant the unhappy Mynheer Von Wodenblock was off effort, no constraint. All the joints performed their of- like an arrow, calling out in the most piteous accents,fice without the aid of either bone or muscle. Nobody, | “ I am lost ! I am lost ! I am possessed by a devil in the not even a connoisseur in lameness, would have suspected shape of a cork leg! Stop me! for Heaven's sake, stop me! that there was any thing uncommon, any great collection I am breathless—I am fainting! Will nobody shatter my of accurately adjusted clock-work under the full well- leg to pieces ? Turningvort! Turningvort ! you have slashed pantaloons of the substantial-looking Dutchman. murdered me !" The artist, perplexed and confounded, Had it not been for a slight tremulous motion occasioned was hardly in a situation more to be envied. Scarcely by the rapid whirling of about twenty small wheels in the knowing what he did, he fell upon his knees, clasped his interior, and a constant clicking, like that of a watch, hands, and with strained and staring eyeballs, looked though somewhat louder, he would even himself have after the richest merchant in Rotterdam, running with forgotten that he was not, in all respects, as he used to be, the speed of an enraged buffalo, away along the canal tobefore he lifted his right foot to bestow a parting bene- wards Leyden, and bellowing for help as loudly as his exdiction on his poor relation.

haustion would permit. He walked along in the renovated buoyancy of his Leyden is more than twenty miles from Rotterdam, spirits till he came in sight of the Stadt House; and just but the sun had not yet set, when the Misses Backsneider, at the foot of the flight of steps that lead up to the princi-. who were sitting at their parlour window, immediately pal door, he saw his old friend, Mynheer Vanoutern, opposite the “ Golden Lion,” drinking tea, and nodding waiting to receive him. He quickened his pace, and to their friends as they passed, saw some one coming at both mutually held out their hands to each other by way furious speed along the street. His face was pale as of congratulation, before they were near enough to be ashes, and he gasped fearfully for breath ; but, without clasped in a friendly embrace. At last the merchant turning either to the right or the left, he hurried by at the reached the spot where Vanoutern stood ; but what was same rapid state, and was out of sight almost before they that worthy man's astonishment to see him, though he had time to exclaim, “ Good gracious ! was not that still- held out his hand, pass quickly by, without stopping, Mynheer Von Wodenblock, the rich merchant of Roteven for a moment, to say, « How d’ye do ?" But this terdam ?” seeming want of politeness arose from no fault of our Next day was Sunday. The inhabitants of Haarlem hero's. His own astonishment was a thousand times were all going to church, in their best attire, to say their greater, when he found that he had no power whatever to prayers, and hear their great organ, when a being rushed determine either when, where, or how his leg was to move. across the market-place, like an animated corpse,—white, So long as his own wishes happened to coincide with the blue, cold, and speechless, his eyes fixed, his lips livid, manner in which the machinery seemed destined to ope- his teeth set, and his hands clenched. Every one cleared rate, all had gone on smoothly; and he had mistaken his a way for it in silent horror; and there was not a person own tacit compliance with its independent and self-acting in Haarlem, who did not believe it a dead body endowed powers for a command over it which he now found he with the power of motion. did not possess. It had been his most anxious desire to stop On it went through village and town, towards the great to speak with Mynheer Vanoutern, but his leg moved on, wilds and forests of Germany. Weeks, months, years, and he found himself under the necessity of following it. past on, but at intervals the horrible shape was seen, and Many an attempt did he make to slacken his pace, but still continues to be seen, in various parts of the north of every attempt was vain. He caught hold of the rails, Europe. The clothes, however, which he who was once walls, and houses, but his leg tugged so violently, that he Mynheer Von Wodenblock used to wear, have all moulwas afraid of dislocating his arms, and was obliged to go dered away; the flesh, too, has fallen from his bones, and on. He began to get seriously uneasy as to the conse- he is now a skeleton-a skeleton in all but the cork leg, quences of this most unexpected turn which matters had which still, in its original rotundity and size, continues taken ; and his only hope was, that the amazing and un- attached to the spectral form, a perpetuum mobile, dragknown powers, which the complicated construction of ging the wearied bones for ever and for ever over the his leg seemed to possess, would speedily exhaust them- earth! selves. Of this, however, he could as yet discover no May all good saints protect us from broken legs! and symptoms.

may there never again appear a mechanician like TurnHe happened to be going in the direction of the Ley- ingvort, to supply us with cork substitutes of so awful den Canal ; and when he arrived in sight of Mynheer and mysterious a power ! Turningvort's house, he called loudly upon the artificer to come to his assistance. The artificer looked out from bis window with a face of wonder. “ Villain !" cried Woden..

POPE JULIUS.-A POEM. block, “ come out to me this instant !-You have made me a leg with a vengeance !—It won't stand still for a [Pope Julius II. was as unpriestly a priest as can well be imagined moment. I have been walking straight forward ever

It is only the outset of his career that is described in the following since I left my own house, and, unless you stop me your stanzas but it is a prelude worthy the future life of one who made

it his boast, that “he threw St Peter's keys into the Tiber, and took self, Heaven only knows how much farther I may walk.

to the sword of St Paul."] -Don't stand gaping there, but come out and relieve me, or I shall be out of sight, and you will not be able to A hero's fame hath slept in silence long, overtake me.” The mechanician grew very pale;

Who well deserves to have his name recorded evidently not prepared for this new difficulty. He lost In the bright blazon-book of numerous song ; not a moment, however, in following the merchant to do No more bis deeds in silence shall be hoarded, what he could towards extricating him from so awkward Nor muse forgetful do his memory wrong : a predicament. The merchant, or rather the merchant's Faults had he of all kinds except the sordid, leg, was walking very quick, and Turningvort, being an Virtues but few,—and yet his courage high elderly man, found it no easy måtter to make up to him. Sways us, against our will, to sympathy.

he was

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