dieir servants, the latter were dismissed to the neighbouring village. When the first compliments were over, and the arrangements for the night made, M. Quesnel began the display of his intelligence and connexions; while St. Aubert, who had been long enough in retirement to find these topics recommended by their novelty, listened with a degree of patience and attention which his guest mistook for the humility of wonder. The latter, indeed, described the few festivities which the turbulence of that period permit ted to the court of Henry the Third, with a minuteness, that somewhat compensated for his ostentation; but when he came to speak of the character of the Duke de Joyeuse, of a secret treaty which he knew to be negociating with the F. and of the light in which Henry of Navarre was receivea, M. St. Aubert recollected enough of his former experience to be assured that his guest could be only an inferior class of politicians: and that, from the importance of the subjects upon which he committed himself, he could not be of the rank to which he pretended to belong. The opinions delivered by M. Quesnel were such as St. Aubert forebore to reply to; for he knew that his guest had neither humanity to feel, nor discernment to perceive, what is just.

Madame Quesnel, meanwhile, was expressing to Madame St. Aubert her astonishment that she could bear to pass her life in this remote corner of the world, as she called it, and describing, from a wish probably of exciting envy, the splendour of the balls, banquets, and processions which had just been given by the court, in honour of the nuptials the Duke de Joyeuse with Margaretta of Lorrain, the siste of the Queen. She described, with equal minuteness, the magnificence she had seen, and that from which she had been excluded; while Emily's vivid fancy, as she listened with the ardent curiosity of youth, heightened the scenes she heard of; and Madame St. Aubert, looking on her family, felt, as a tear stole to her eye, that though splendour may grace happiness, virtue only can bestow it.

It is now twelve years, St. Aubert, said M. Quesnel, since I purchased your family estate.-Somewhere thereabout, replied St. Aubert, suppressing a sigh. It is near five years since I have been there, resumed Quesnel; for Paris and its neighbourhood is the only place in the world to live in; and I am so immersed in politics, and have so many affairs' of moment on my hands, that I find it difficult to steal away even for a month or two. St. Aubert remaining silent, M. Quesnel proceeded: I have sometimes wondered how you, who have lived in the capital, and have been accustomed to company, can exist elsewhere: especially in so remote a country as this, where you can neither hear nof see any thing, and can, in short, be scarcely conscious of life.

I live for my family and myself. said St. Aubert; I am

1

now contented to know only happiness-formerly I knew life.

I mean to expend thirty or forty thousand livres on im provements, said M. Quesnel, without seeming to notice the words of St. Aubert; for I design, next summer, to bring here my friends, the Duke du Durefort and the Marquis Ramont, to pass a month or two with me. To St. Aubert's inquiry, as to these intended improvements, he replied, that he should take down the old east wing of the chateau, and raise upon the site a set of stables. Then 1 shall build, said he, a salle a manger, a solon, a sallee au commune, and a number of rooms for servants; for at present there is not accommodation for a third part of my own people.

It accommodated our father's household, said St. Aubert, grieved that the old mansion was to be thus improved, and that was not a small one.

Our notions are somewhat enlarged since those days, said M. Quesnel; what was then thought a decent style of living, would not now be endured. Even the calm St. Aubert blushed at these words; but his anger soon yielded to contempt. The ground about the chateau is encumbered with trees; I mean to cut some of them down.

Cut down the trees too! said St. Aubert.

Certainly-why should I not? they interrupt my prospects. There is a chesnut which spreads its branches before the whole south side of the chateau, and which is so ancient that they tell me the hollow of its trunk will hold a dozen men ; your enthusiasm will scarcely contend that there can be use or beauty in such a sapless old tree as this.

Good God! exclaimed St. Aubert, you surely will not destroy that noble chesnut, which has flourished for centuries the glory of the estate! It was in its maturity when the present mansion was built. How often, in my youth, I have climbed among its broad branches, and sat embowered amidst a world of leaves, while the heavy shower has pattered above, and not a rain drop reached me! How often I have sat with my book in my hand, sometimes reading, and sometimes looking out between the branches upon the wide landscape, and setting sun, till twilight came, and brought the birds home to their little nests among the leaves! How often-but pardon me, added St. Aubert, recollecting that he was speaking to a man who could neither comprehend nor allow for his feelings, I am talking of times and feelings as old fashioned as the taste that would spare that venerable tree.

It will certanly come down, said M. Quesnel: I believe I shall plant some Lombardy poplars among the clumps of chesnut that I shall leave of the avenue: Madame Quesnel is partial to the poplar, and tells me how much it adorns a villa of her uncle not far from Venice.

On the banks of the Brenta, indeed, continued St Au bert, where its spiry form is intermingled with the pine and the cypress, and where it plays over light and elegant porticoes and collonades, it unquestionably adorns the scene; but among the giants of the forest, and near a heavy gothic mansion

Well, my good sir, said M. Quesnel, I will not dispute with you: you must return to Paris before our ideas can at all agree. But a propos of Venice; I have some thoughts of going thither next summer; events may call me to take possession of that same villa, too, which they tell me is the most charming that can be imagined. In that case I shall leave the improvements I mention to another year; and I may perhaps be tempted to stay sometime in Italy.

Emily was somewhat surprised to hear him talk of being tempted to remain abroad, after he had mentioned his presence to be so necessary at Paris that it was with difficulty he could steal away for a month or two; but St. Aubert understood the self-importance of the man too well to wonder at this trait; and the possibility that these projected improvements might he deferred, gave him a hope that they might never take place

Before they separated for the night, M. Quesnel desired to speak with St. Aubert alone; and they retired to another room, where they remained a considerable time. The subject of this conversation was not known; but whatever t might be. St. Aubert, when he returned to the supper room, seemed much disturbed; and a shade of sorrow sometimes fell upon his features that alarmed Madame St. Aubert. When they were alone, she was tempted to inquire the occasion of it; but the delicacy of mind, which had ever appeared in his conduct, restrained her; she considered, that, if St. Aubert wished her to be acquainted with the subject of his concern, he would not wait for her inquiries.

On the following day before M. Quesnel departed, he had a second conference with St. Aubert.

The guests, after dining at the chateau, set out, in the cool of the day, for Epourville, whither they gave him and Madame St. Aubert a pressing invitation, prompted rather by the vanity of displaying their splendour, than by a wish to make their friends happy.

Emily returned, with delight, to the liberty which their presence had restrained-to her books, her walks, and the rational conversation of M. and Madame St. Aubert; who seemed to rejoice no less that they were delivered from the shackles which arrogance and frivolity had imposed.

Madame St. Aubert excused herself from sharing their usual evening walk, complaining that she was not quite well and St. Aubert and Emily went out together.

They chose a walk towards the mountains, intending to

visit of some old pensioners of St. Aubert, whom from his very molerate income, he contrived to support; though it is probable M. Quesnel, with his very large one, could not have afforded this.

After distributing to his pensioners their weekly stipends -listening patiently to the complaints of some, redressing the grievances of others, and softening the discontents of all by the look of sympathy and the smile of benevolenceSt. Aubert returned home through the woods,

"where

At fall of eve, the fairy people throng,

In various games and revelry to pass

The summer night, as village stories tell."-THOMSON. The evening gloom of woods was always delightful to me, said St. Aubert, whose mind now experienced the sweet calm which results from the consciousness of having done a beneficent action, and which disposes it to receive plea sure from every surrounding object. I remember that in my youth this gloom used to call forth to my fancy a thousand fairy visions and romantic images; and I own I am not yet wholly insensible of that high enthusiasm which wakes the poet's dream. I can linger, with solemn steps, under the deep shades, send forward a transforming eye into the dis tant obscurity, and listen with thrilling delight to the mys tic mumuring of the woods.

O my dear father, said Emily, while a sudden tear started to her eye, how exactly you describe what I have felt so often, and which I thought nobody had ever felt but myself! But, hark! here comes the sweeping sound over the woodtops-now it dies away. How solemn the stillness that succeeds! Now the breeze swells again! It is like the voice of some supernatural being-the voice of the spirit of the woods that watches over them by night. Ah! what light is yonder?-But it is gone!-and now it gleams again, near the root of that large chesnut: look, sir!

Are you such an admirer of nature, said St. Aubert, and so little acquainted with her appearances, as not to know that for the glowworm? But come, added he gaily, step a little farther, and we shall see fairies perhaps they are of ten companions. The glowworm lends his light, and they in return charm him with music and the dance. Do you see nothing tripping yonder?

Emily laughed. Well, my dear sir, said she, since you allow of this alliance, I may venture to own I have anticipated you; and almost dare venture to repeat some verses I made one evening in these very woods.

Nay, replied St. Aubert, dismiss the almost, and venture quite; let us hear what vagaries fancy has been playing in your mind. If she has given you one of her spells, you need not envy those of the fairies.

If it is stron1, enough to enchant your judgment, sir, said Emily, while I disclose her images, I need not envy them. The lines go in a sort of tripping measure, which I thought night suit the subject well enough; but I fear they are too rregular.

THE GLOWWORM

How pleasant is the greenwood's deep matted shade

On a mid-summer's eve, when the fresh rain is o'er

When the yellow beams slope, and sparkle through the glade,
And swiftly in the thin air the light swallows soar !

But sweeter, smeeter still, when the sun sinks to rest,
And twilight comes on, with the fairies so gay,
Tripping through the forest walk, where flowers, unpress'd
Bow not their tall heads beneath their frolic play.

ro music's softest sounds they dance away the hour,

Till moonlight steals down among the trembling leaves, and chequers all the ground, and guides them to the bower, The long haunted bower, where the nightingale grieves. Then no more they dance, till her sad song is done, But silent as the night, to her mourning attend ; and often as her dying notes their pity have won,

They vow all her sacred haunts from mortals to defend.

When, down among the mountains, sinks the evening star,
And the changing moon forsakes this shadowy sphere,
How cheerless would they be, though they fairies are,
If I, with my pale light, came not near!

Yet cheerless though they'd be, they're ungrateful to my love:
For often, when the traveller's benighted on his way,

And I glimmer in his path, and would guide him thro' the grove, They bind me in their magic spell to lead him far astray.

and in the mire to leave him, till the stars are all burnt out;

While, in strange looking shapes, they frisk about the growns

and, afar in the woods, they raise a dismal shout,

Till I shrink into my cell again for terror of the sound! But, see where all the tiny elves come dancing in a ring, With the merry, merry pipe, and the tabor, and the horn, And the timbrel so clear, and the lute with dulect string : Then round about the oak they go till peeping of the morn. Down yonder glade two lovers steal, to shun the fairy queen Who frowns upon their plighted vows, and jealous is of me That yester-eve I lighted them along the dewy green, To seek the purple flower,whose juice from all her spells can free. And now to punish me, she keeps afar her jocund band. With the merry, merry pipe, and the taber, and the lure. I creep near yonder oak she will wave her fairy wand, And to me the dance will cease, and the music all be mute. 2

VOL.

B