She accordingly, gave her parents to know, without, however, informing them of her ultimate design upon the Doctor, that she complied with their wish that she should permit him to see her. Papa and Mamma were delighted. They said she was a good girl, and that fifty thousand guilders, and the metaphysical pillar of modern times, were too valuable considerations to be thrown idly away.

The Doctor called a second time, and was by her parents conducted to the room, in which sat Angelica, radiant with beauty. The door was shut upon them, and they sat face to face-the fairest maiden, and the most learned philosopher, in Germany. The latter was dressed with uncommon care. He had put on his wig of ceremony, and cased his outer man in a new suit of black superfine, which clung as closely to his well developed person, as the bark of the tree to the tree itself. Verily he was an Adonis; and so, doubtless, thought Angelica, for she looked upon him with both surprise and admiration.

After a few preliminary hems, the Doctor broke the ice by-Guess! By making a few remarks on the weather, praising the young lady's beauty and accomplishments, &c. &c. &c.? No such thing. He commenced slap-dash, by a philosophical disquisition on Love. Angelica hung down her head, and looked sheepish. He quoted Anacreon and Ovid;-Angelica blushed. He spoke of Platonic love, paternal love, and holy love;-Angelica fidgetted upon her seat, and played with her fan. He considered the passion ana

lytically-Angelica began to giggle. He proved that Love was an excellent thing in its way, and worthy of all acceptation:-Angelica laughed out-right. This was too much. To be laughed at by a girl of nineteen; to have his eloquence, his philosophy, his learning, ridiculed by a child. Zounds! the thing was unendurable. He arose indignantly from his seat, put on his three cornered hat, and, laying hold of his silver-headed cane, strutted out of the house, and betook himself to his sanctum sanctorum, within the college walls.

Angelica's parents, who were in an adjoining chamber, beheld him from the window, and suspected that something wrong had ensued; more especially, as they heard their daughter tittering and laughing aloud. What could it mean? They demanded an explanation -vowed that she had insulted the rival of Locke, Bacon, Kant, Leibnitz, Helvetius, &c. &c. &c.—averred that she had maltreated the most profound scholar. in Germany.

"Most improper behaviour," said her father.

"Most abominable behaviour," said her mother. "Most noble behaviour," said Frank Bernard, who a moment before, made his appearance.

"She has lost the most learned man in Europe," exclaimed papa ;

"And fifty thousand guilders, to boot," added

mamma;

"Psha!" said Frank, "I shall take her myself, and

make her happier than Doctor Dunderhead, with all his wealth."

What became of the Doctor? You shall hear. On reaching home, he resumed the solution of his problem, the solution of which, Angelica's appearance in the garden so unluckily marred; and, after six hours hard study, solved it; to the surprise of the Logical professor, whom it had almost worried to death, the delight of the college, and the glory of the mathematical world. Love he never afterwards allowed to intrude into the philosophic sanctuary of his thoughts.

What became of Angelica? She was married to her cousin Frank; and the Doctor so far forgot her ill usage, that he not only honoured her wedding by his presence, but gave her a present of a valuable necklace, and set her down in his will for twenty-five thousand guilders; which, doubtless, she will receive, when Göttingen is unhappily darkened by the eclipse of its brightest philosophical luminary in death.

A VISION OF ROBERT THE BRUCE.

ABOUT the year 1306, the most afflicting gloom hung over Scotland. The country had been almost utterly wasted by a long series of wars, and the inhabitants reduced to the utmost want, while their inveterate enemies, the English, lorded it over them with a bloody tyranny. In addition to this, their great champion, Robert the Bruce, notwithstanding his astonishing valour and military skill, had lost several battles having been defeated at Methven by Aymer de Valence, and at Teyndrum by his inveterate enemy, the Lord of Lorn. In consequence of these and other misfortunes, this great prince was compelled, with a few followers, to seek refuge in the small island of Rathlin, or Rath- Erin, off the Irish coast. Here he remained for some time, and so completely was all trace of his movements lost by his enemies that they believed him dead, till his sudden reappearance in Scotland convinced them to their cost that he still existed, and was abler than ever to work them mischief and dismay. During his residence at Rath-Erin, the following singular adventure is recorded by tradition to have occurred to him.

Three nights after arriving at this lonely spot, he was sitting alone in the Gothic hall of the ancient castle, where he had taken up his residence. Several pieces of wood blazed on the hearth, and cast a brilliant light over the otherwise cold and cheerless chamber. A huge oaken table stood before him, on which he placed both elbows, and sat with his face buried in his hands, in the attitude of deep meditation. He was clothed in complete armour; and his tall, massive, and athletic frame was so motionless, that it might have been mistaken for a statue of iron. A ponderous mace, which no one in the Scottish army, save himself, could wield, lay beside him; and the cuts with which it was disfigured bore testimony that ere now it had been tried in battle against the chivalry of England. The royal stranger continued long in this posture; at length he heaved a deep sigh, and shook his head bitterly.

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Scotland, my beloved country, I have done for thee what man can do, but my efforts have been in vain. I must leave thee to the victor, and not sacrifice thy sons in a struggle which Heaven hath doomed to be bootless."

He had scarcely pronounced these words when he raised his head, and lo! a knight in black armour sat opposite to him. He was astonished, but his astonishment soon gave way to resentment against the warrior, who had thus entered his private chamber without notice, and seated himself so unceremoniously in the presence of his prince.