Pyrenees, and by a rapid journey, reached once more the castle of Jutella. There he found that time had in some degree softened the grief which their loss had occasioned to Isadora, and Ines. The latter displayed all those agremens, which youth, beauty, and a grief, mellowed by time, present. Douglas thought her much improved in mind as well as person charming, young, rich, a widow. She was indeed an object, than which few could inspire greater interest. For a few weeks, his cogitations reached no further than these abstract reflections. At length a new idea dawned upon him. A something seemed wanting at the castle of Jutella, and he was not long in discovering that that want was a master. Hope and desire soon suggested the quere, why it should not be himself. But prudence bid him reflect what in that event he must give up. If he fixed his residence in Spain, he must renounce the happiness of again becoming an inhabitant of the modern Athens, that unrivalled school of elegance, refinement, art, science, and literature, as superior to all others in the present, as was the ancient city of Minerva, to those of former times. Never more should his ears be soothed by the attic elegance and melody of the Scottish dialect. What, in fact, could Spain present to compare with those advantages, which distinguished his native land? For learning, could the university of Salamanca pretend to rival that disinterested seat of knowledge, the college of Aberdeen? For beauty, fertility, and á genial temperature, could the vale of Valentia presume to compete with the Carse of Gowrie? Were the tears of the vine of Malaga and Xeres, a beverage, worthy of comparison with the distillation of Glenlivat and Fearntosh; the Escurial, equal to Holyrood House, or Aranjuez to Inverary? Still Ines was a charming creature he determined to make every sacrifice for her, and though fortune should have done her justice, and made her birth-place in the Highlands, that was a misfortune which she could no better remedy, than by giving her a Scotchman for a husband. To this end, the Colonel urged his attentions; first talked of friendship, and then whispered love. But he found Ines immoveable: her soul seemed marble, and her body ice, and he made as little impression on her heart, as a squadron of cavalry on an unbroken hollow square. His operations continued in this situation for some weeks, when his good genius inspired him with a mode of attack, than seemed to promise a more successful result. He had hitherto, on his former visit, as well as on the present, appeared in the dress of a civilian, the scenery and decorations of which, from disuse, and want of practice, are generally but indifferently got up by military men, and he bethought himself of producing an entirely new set, as is usual at the commencement of the season, at all respectable theatres. He accordingly gave her notice, he purposed making his appearance on that stage on a given day, for the last time, and for his farewell he reserved every art of an accomplished performer. He presented himself in the most elegant and becoming dress, which the British, or probably any other service, displays-that of

a Highland field officer. The Portuguese order of the Tower and Sword, the Spanish one of Merit, and his Peninsular medals were suspended from his breast, while his silken scarf of plaid hung loose and gracefully over all. Booted and spurred, and an ornamented sword by his side, he moved as graceful and as dignified a dismounted cavalier, as ever breathed on the canvas, from the rich and elaborate pencil of Palamedes. If this display be effective. in the eyes of man, it is captivating in those of a woman, and the Colonel calculated correctly on its effect. He appeared as he said for the last time previous to his departure, and slowly pacing beside the fair widow along the walks of the flower-garden, he went once more over the recital of his hopes, his fears, his constancy, and his love due emphasis and discretion marked his delivery-his pauses were effective, and his action full of grace-tender sighs were ever and anon interspersed with the most critical judgment, /and tears would not have been omitted, had they become a soldier. Ines listened with an attentive ear, and at last her heart seemed slightly touched-something suggested to her that though first love could never be equalled for its novelty, ardour, truth, and freshness; a second passion might still be sincere, tender, lasting, and consolatory. The distant cooing of the wood pigeon soothed her ear; flowers sprung at her feet, disclosing their beauties, and scattering their perfume, while the brilliant azure of an unclouded sky, was ominous of a happy and serene futurity. The objects around seemed silently to assist her lovers suit, and to indicate, that she wanted support, and that true happiness is not to be felt without participation. At her side the clematis climbed around, and entwined the aromatic rose; the vine threw its graceful festoons over the trellis work, and more than all, before her she beheld the statue of Psyche, folded in the arms of her immortal lover. The last words of an affecting farewell were just tendered to her by the Colonel, while a gentle gale wafted the extremity of his scarf around her waist, as if Zephyrus himself wished to unite them, while Cupid, who was in ambush in an adjoining alley, bent at the same moment his golden bow, and with an unerring aim, sent one of his sharpest darts home to the heart of Ines, who, in reply to her lovers pathetic appeals, murmured at last with blushing cheeks, and half-averted glance, the meaning and magical monosyllable

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Stay."

The castle was soon after the scene of their nuptials, and they had resided there for about a year, when the death of the dowager Isadora, and some reminiscenses which would occasionally unpleasantly intrude, of the impetuous and unfortunate Juan, induced Douglas and Ines to transfer their residence to the Vale of Valentia, which is justly considered the garden of Spain. There they lived happily, the Colonel maintaining the best understanding with his neighbours, which was only interrupted on one occasion by an agricultural improvement, which they were ignorant and ungrateful enough not to understand, or sufficiently appreciate. He imported a quantity

of the seed of that beautiful and useful plant, or rather shrub, the thistle, from Scotland, and sowing it in his own demesne, it speedily spread through those and the farms adjacent, to the great discontent of the owners, who, as is usual with ignorant and prejudiced people, expressed their dissatisfaction and discontent in no very measured terms, Incensed by their ingratitude for what, if properly improved, might have become a national benefit, the Colonel replied in as warm a strain, and the consequences might have been serious, had not the affair been entrusted on the part of the natives, to the management of an old humorist, named Don Hummo de Quizzeda, who at last persuaded the Colonel to employ his rustics in eradicating the invaluable production of the soil, which he had given to such ingrates, and in return, offered to acknowledge the concession by a public dinner, to be given by the surrounding gentry, to Douglas, on St. Andrew's day. This soothed the disappointment which he felt at the failure of his projected scheme of improvement, and he agreed, on condition that his own piper should attend and perform the appropriate national airs during the entertainment. To this Hummo made no objection, but insisted on his part in the addition to the orchestra of a big drum, a Jews harp, and a speaking trumpet. This turn of the negociation somewhat disconcerted the Colonel, who finally withdrew the bagpipes, on condition of the like renunciation on the part of Quizzeda. He however consoled himself on his return from the entertainment by a performance at his own residence of some hours duration, which strange to say, gave Donna Ines a headache, that continued for a month, and was shrewdly suspected by some old ladies, who long after canvassed the affair to be the cause of a mortal antipathy, which his son and heir displayed during his whole life to that classical, melodious, and pathetic instrument.

M.

ADIEU TO VAN DIEMEN'S LAND.

Adieu ye shores !-thou'rt not for me!
To settled life I've been a stranger ;-
On yonder distant, dark blue sea,

I still must be a constant ranger.
Adieu !-adieu, ye crouching knaves!
Who lowly bend each day the knee !
My soul's as free as mountain waves,
When in my bark, upon the sea.
Adieu ye land hawks !-cunning knaves!
Live on, and greater rogues still be ;
You'll sleep no calmer in your graves,'
Than I upon the dark blue sea.
Tho' round your death-beds you may find
A host of friends, with sobs, and sighs ;-

The gold alone you leave behind,

Shall draw the tears from out their eyes.

Adieu!--I'm like the ocean bird,
Unfit for shore, where man must be ;-
For when his treacherous voice is heard,
It wings its flight again to sea.
Adieu-now welcome dark blue sea,
Like man, thy nature can't deceive-
Reared on thy breast, thou art to me,
The only thing I cannot leave;
Save some few friends ;-tho' few they be
That fate, or fortune, yet has given;
And faithful they have been to me,

As stars that range the breast of heaven.
And when I fain would rest awhile

Upon the shore, oh, may it be!
Upon some lonely, distant isle,
Surrounded by the dark blue sea.
And oh, around me, may repair

My bosom friends !--let man deride-
We'll form a world of friendship there,

And care not for the world beside!

THE VOYAGE OUT.

P.

"There bee other tormentes to bee patientlie borne with, and manie there bee. that require the holie artes of philosophie to endure. One of these is. a longe voyage in a littel shippe, with a man more blusterynge than the greate ocean for a capitaine."

Life of Jerome Cardan, translated by Butler.

Of all the incidents in the life of a person, there are few that can compete, in interest at least, with an emigration voyage. I say, advisedly, an emigration voyage; because, in such cases, the cargo is generally as interesting, if not quite so valuable, as many others. It is very true, that to the wool-grower, wool, would be more endearing; to the whaler, oil; to the farmer, corn, while the heart of the store-keeper would dance with joy at the anticipation of a cargo of "sundries," and of "general merchandize," but a cargo of emigrants is infinitely more interesting, as well as more troublesome, to all and every one concerned.

When I left England the rage for emigration was at its height; and the several points of comparison between our American and Australian Colonies formed a common topic of animated discussion amongst those idle and conceited persons, who imagined that they knew better than anybody else, the precise and actual condition of

the countries in question. A heavy domestic misfortune had induced me to bend my thoughts towards exile: whither I went mattered not to me the world was all before me, where to choose," and all I wanted was some active mental occupation, which would cast over the previous perils of my existence the welcome shadow of oblivion. Without kindred, almost without friends, a little matter served to direct my destination. Kind and urgent letters of recommendation to the highest authorities in Van Diemen's Land, determined my course at once, and I accordingly engaged my passage in the "fine, fast-sailing barque," Tom Thumb, Timothy Tarbottle, Commander. She was loading in the London docks with a general cargo; was the first ship to sail, carried an experienced" surgeon, and was, moreover, copper-bottomed I took an early opportunity to go and see her, and was received with much respect and civility by a smart little man, whom I took at first for the skipper, but soon found that he was only the owner, and that he rejoiced in the cacaphonous name of Twigg; that he was the father of six children, all boys; and that poor Mrs. Twigg

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heaven rest her soul! had departed this life just one year and three months ago, leaving him to deplore her loss, as well as the loss of two thousand pounds, of which he wished me particularly to understand, that the late commander of the Tom Thumb, Captain Badham, had most iniquitously defrauded him, Thomas Twigg, the sole and rightful owner. But," continued Mr. Twigg, (who told me all this in a breath,) " I have taken especial care to have a good captain this time-Timothy Tarbottle, Sir, who was sixth mate of the Fury East Indiaman, when I was purser of the same, and a smart fellow he was, I can tell you. Besides, Sir, he has rose (I use the worthy owners orthoepy) from before the mast, and is none of your fine, gentlemen captains, not he! but a plain, rough, downright smart fellow: yes, sir, a very smart fellow !** Having selected my cabin, and secured it in the usual manner, I took leave of Mr. Twigg, but not before that worthy gentleman had prevailed upon me to take some luncheon, " just by way," he said,

of a sample of the fare you may expect on your voyage," and, really, the luncheon was excellent, more especially some very fine Madeira, which, Mr. Twigg emphatically informed me, was for the general use of the cabin passengers.

On the whole, I departed highly satisfied with my visit: my cabin was snug, and I had it to myself; and I had ascertained that there were several passengers, of high respectability having seen all my luggage on board, I arranged to join the ship in the Downs, and spent the intermediate time in making parting visits amongst my acquaintance, and in acquiring information relative to the land of my future home. About three weeks passed on in this manner, when I repaired to Deal, having previously been apprised that the Tom Thumb had got under weigh, and was proceeding down channel.

To a man of feeling, I know of no situation so fraught with