burst from him. My purpose was accomplished. His firmness was shaken, and he died a trembling coward.

I was returning from the scene of O'Neile's death, when, happening to look round, I observed, at a short distance from me, a female elegantly dressed. She seemed to be watching me, for, as I turned, I saw her drop her veil hurriedly over her face, and turn away, as though she were anxious not to be observed. The figure appeared familiar to me; but I did not give the incident much attention. The time was, indeed, when to have been the object of a handsome woman's attentions would have quickened my vanity, and set my fancy to work; but that day was past.

"Love!

Heaven should be implored for something else

For power to weep and to bow down one's soul." I passed on without further notice; but as I entered the house where I was living, I thought I saw the same female again. She was moving along with an air of indifference, but not so as to prevent my seeing that she was making my movements the subject of marked observation. The symmetry of shape the haughty step-it could be none other than Giulietta. What fools of passion we are! Despite of all that I had suffered at her hands, I yearned once more to look upon the face I had so often fed upon with rapture-once more to hold within my arms the form that I had once worshipped. The unworthy feeling, however, soon died within my heart, and I entered my hotel without casting one glance

behind.

That night my dreams were horrible. Life, indeed, is to me no more than one long hideous dream, a phantasmagoria of horrors; but that night my sleep was troubled even more than usual. I awoke with a start, but could hardly trust my senses, as I beheld Giulietta looking down upon me.

Her eyes burnt with an unnatural lustre, her lips were violently compressed and livid with passion. Her whole frame was wrenched with some violent emotion, her right hand was thrust down vehemently by her side, and in it she held a dagger, that gleamed in the light of the fagots that were blazing on the hearth. All this a glance revealed to me, and I sprang up to stay her deadly purpose by wresting the weapon from her hand.

"Giulietta!" I exclaimed, “what have I done to merit this of you?"

"What have you not done?" was her reply. "You have wounded my pride, you have triumphed in the death of him I loved, you have escaped my revenge. I thought your dust had long been mingling with the putrid earth, and now you start from the grave to gloat on my misfortunes, and

reproach me for what you call my guilt. I only grieve that it has done but half its work."

"Remember, Giulietta, what I was; look on me now, and think what your handiwork has made me."

"I do see, and I do remember, and therefore I rejoice. Live, and be wretched, and know that I hate you now, as I have ever done!"

Much more passed of a similar tenour, which it is needless to relate. Her words were but the ravings of a passionate, unprincipled, and disappointed woman; and I suffered her to pass from the room without question of any sort, for such I knew would be fruitless. She still lives to betray more men, the same heartless, guilty thing as ever" a weed of glorious feature," it is true, but doomed sooner or later to perish in its own rankness. Heaven's righteous vengeance, that has struck down the companion of her guilt, is but delayed. One day it will overtake her too dark, sweeping, and unsparing. I shall watch the hour, and then she shall find me at her side; but not to triumph. No, no! Thank Heaven! I long have buried my revenge, and learned the blessed lesson of forgiveness. -Fraser's Magazine.

A BULL-FIGHT WHICH WAS NO BULL-FIGHT.

I WILL here venture to describe a bull-fight at Algesiras, the first amusement of the kind I ever witnessed, and which at the same time was not a bull-fight: this will require some explanation. The bulls exhibited were merely "novillos," or youngsters, and intended more for practice in the arena than anything else; in consideration of which, out of five or six, the spectators were contented with the death of one only; for some blood on these occasions must be spilt, or else the audience, particularly the ladies, are not satisfied. The place for the bull-fight is exactly like one of the amphitheatres seen in Italy, with this difference,that it is constructed of wood, and when filled, presented an enlivening spectacle.

About five o'clock, three or four men, handsomely dressed in short jackets, breeches, and white stockings, entered the arena, each carrying in his hand a flowing scarf, of the most brilliant colours; these persons are called the "Chulos.” A large door was immediately thrown open, and in bounded a fine young bull, about two years old, with all the activity of an antelope. He stopped for a minute in the centre of the arena, as if stupified with the unexpected sight and noise; -for thunders of applause rang from every side. however, but a momentary stop; he made

It was,

a rush at one of the gentlemen in the breeches, who shook his scarf in the bull's face, jumped out of the way, and another took his place; and it was truly astonishing to see the activity with which they evaded the fury of the brute;-running before him, whilst the scarf kept streaming behind, at which the enraged animal made ineffectual charges, till his adversary gained the palisades, up which he would either leap like a cat, or get behind small partitions put there for the purpose.

This continued for some time, when the folding-doors were again thrown open, and then, oh! ye gods, what a sight appeared! As this was not a real bull-fight, it was made a burlesque of, and the usual "Picador," or mounted horseman with the spear, was represented by a black fellow, in a cocked hat and a harlequin's dress, and mounted on a horse to which that of Don Quixote was a Bucephalus. After a good deal of pushing and flogging, Blacky and his charger were at last got into the centre of the arena.

The bull appeared astonished at the sight; made one charge, then stopped short, and began again to pursue his pedestrian antagonists. In the meantime, Quashy shewed an undaunted countenance; he tried by every means to urge his charger towards the bull, but with no avail. The object was evidently the death of the horse, and the overthrow of old Quashy; to effect this, the footmen, when pursued, ran behind the Rosinante, but still the bull did not like his appearance, and kept aloof. At last he pursued one of his enemies very near the knight, continued his course, and we all thought would have tumbled both over; but Blacky shewed great pluck, and received him on the point of his spear, which entered his shoulder, and the bull immediately turned off, and galloped to another part of the arena, the blood gushing from

the wound.

One

the work. Whilst the horse was being removed, the "bandarillos" were introduced; these are pieces of stick, about a yard long, adorned with paper, cut in fantastic shapes, and armed at one end with a barbed point, ending like a fish-hook, or harpoon. of these being held in each hand, the Bandarillero advances towards the bull, and provokes him to charge; he allows him to come up quite close to him, and when the animal's head is lowered, in the act of rushing forward, he leans over the horns, and plants the two harpoons, if I may so call them, into each side of the neck, and with surprising agility jumps aside.

The bull, roaring with pain and fury, the bandarillos still hanging in his neck, rushes in every direction about the arena, till, at another charge, he receives one or two more, and is at last reduced to a state of frenzy, and bristling with darts. The finale now approaches; the "Matador," with a long sword in one hand, and a flag in the other, goes before him, and is instantly charged; he allows the "Toro" to gore the flag, steps nimbly aside, and plunges the sword up to the hilt between the shoulder-blades. The blood gushes out in torrents, the bull makes two or three steps forward, looks round for a moment, staggers, and falls. A knife is immediately driven into his spinal marrow, a little behind the horns, and the poor animal is relieved from its tortures.

All this takes place amidst the most deafening shouts, and the waving of handkerchiefs of the ladies, particularly when blood is drawn. I never before could imagine how the Furies should be personified by women; but after witnessing a bull-fight, I can do so. It is no doubt a most barbarous amusement, though extremely exciting; but that women, whom we are taught to believe of a gentle nature, should delight in such a bloody diversion, passes all belief. - Excursions along the Shores of the Mediterranean.

VIRGINIA.

Now begins the most barbarous part of

OUR ascent of the first ridge, called Sweet Spring Mountain, occupied us about four hours; but it was four hours of continuous delight. The views grew richer and more romantic as we ascended; and from the summit the prospect was surpassingly grand. The hour's descent of the mountain on the other side was also one of similar enjoyment, for the valleys below us to the eastward were even more fertile and beautiful than those we had left. But the crowning triumph, of the romantic and sublime, was reserved for our ascent of the second ridge, called Prince's Mountain, which took us

about four hours more to wind slowly up, halting at short intervals to give rest to our horses, and to drink in the splendid beauties of which the surrounding scene was so full. The grandeur of the prospect, and the depth and solemnity of its effect upon the feelings, were indescribable. I had crossed many loftier mountains than these -Lebanon, in Palestine, and Zagros and Louristan in Persia, especially-but even in the former, rich and beautiful as it is in scenes of the greatest loveliness, they seemed to me all inferior to the unrivalled splendour revealed to our delighted vision, by the progressive winding ascent of the western slope of Prince's Mountain. As the road went zig-zag up the steep slope of this magnificent barrier, it was almost always overhanging a deep glen, and in some places seemed to be on the very edge of a perpendicular precipice. Dark valleys and towering trees appeared, therefore, constantly beneath us, in perpetually descending terraces, every variety of tint being communicated to their wavy surfaces by varieties in distance alone. As we ascended higher and higher up the mountain, every elevation of a few hundred feet opened new ranges of hills, rising one above the other to the north and west, on the left and behind us; until, as we drew near the summit, a boundless view to the north-west opened to us not less than fifty separate ridges of hills, rising one behind the other in irregular succession, each characterized by some distinct feature in outline and colour, and the whole gradually receding into the blue distance, till land and sky were blended into one. The visible horizon was thought to extend one hundred miles in that direction at least, and the vista comprehended every element of grandeur and beauty. It reminded me for cibly of some of the landscape illustrations of Milton's Paradise Lost, from the pencil of Martin, where mountain, piled on mountain, goes on with accumulated grandeur, rising above and yet receding beyond each other, till they are lost in the immensity of space; while the valley of the foreground has all the softest features of rural beauty that could be expected to adorn the Garden of Eden! Magnificent as are many portions of these United States in their scenery, Virginia carries off the palm; and the territory of "The Old Dominion," not only forms the largest of all the States, but must, I think, be pronounced, by all impartial witnesses, to be the most grand and the most beautiful.-Buckingham's America.

THE LION SENTRY.

A MAN belonging to Mr. Schmelen's congregation, at Bethany, returning home

wards from a visit to his friends, took a circuitous course in order to pass a small fountain, or rather pool, where he hoped to kill an antelope to carry home to his family. The sun had risen to some height by the time he reached the spot, and seeing no game, he lay down his gun on a shelving low rock, the back part of which was covered over with a species of dwarf thorn bushes. He went to the water, took a hearty drink, and returned to the rock, smoked his pipe, and, being a little tired, fell asleep. In a short time, the heat reflected from the rock awoke him; and opening his eyes, he saw a large lion crouching before him, with his eyes glaring in his face, and within little more than a yard of his feet. He sat motionless for some minutes, till he had recovered his presence of mind, then eyeing his gun moved his hand slowly towards it; the lion seeing him, raised its head, and gave a tremendous roar; he made another and another attempt, but the gun being far beyond his reach, he gave it up, as the lion seemed well aware of his object, and was enraged whenever he attempted to move his hand. His situation now became painful in the extreme; the rock on which he sat became so hot that he could scarcely bear his naked feet to touch it, and kept moving them, alternately placing one above the other. The day passed and the night also, but the lion never moved from the spot; the sun rose again, and its intense heat soon rendered his feet past feeling. At noon the lion rose and walked to the water, only a few yards distant, looking behind him as he went, lest the man should move; and seeing him stretch out his hand to take his gun, turned back in a rage, and was on the point of springing upon him. The animal went to the water, drank, and returning, lay down again at the edge of the rock. Another night passed; the man, in describing it, said he knew not whether he slept; but if he did, it must have been with his eyes open, for he always saw the lion at his feet. Next day, in the forenoon, the animal went again to the water; and, while there, he listened to some noise apparently from an opposite quarter, and disappeared in the bushes. The man now made another effort, and seized his gun; but on attempting to rise, he fell, his ancles being without power. With his gun in his hand, he crept towards the water and drank; but looking at his feet, he saw, as he expressed it, his "toes roasted," and the skin torn off with the grass. There he sat for a few moments, expecting the lion's return, when he was resolved to send the contents of the gun through its head; but as it did not appear, tying his gun to his back, the poor man made the best of his way on his hands and knees to the nearest path, hoping some

solitary individual might pass. He could go no further, when, providentially, a person came up, who took him to a place of safety, from whence he obtained help, though he lost his toes, and was a cripple for life.-Moffat's Labours in South Africa

The Gatherer.

Tobacco. - So sensible is every brute creature of the poisonous and deleterious quality of this plant, that not one of all the various tribes of beasts, birds, or reptiles, has ever been known to taste of it. It has been reserved to man alone to make of this poison plant an article of daily necessity for the gratification of his depraved appetite.

Shells.-A large collection, consisting of above 13,000 specimens, has lately been sold by the Messrs. Stevens. Among the rare lots were the following, to which we have attached the prices:-Conus Malacanus, fine, 17. 15s.; Cardium elatum, fine, ll. 5s; a fine specimen of the Magilis antiquis, 17. 14s.; Conus aurisiacus, with a young specimen, 1. 16s.; a species of Ungulina, from Senegal, 11. 4s.; a fine and scarce Helix, 17. 10s.; a richly-coloured specimen of the Conus nobilis, 17. 8s.; Marginella Goodallii, in two different stages of growth, 31. 15s.; a fine specimen of the Voluta fulgetrum, 84. 15s.; a unique Cypræa in a young state, from New Holland, 31. 17s. 6d.; two fine specimens of the Cypræa Reevii, 61. 6s.; Conus Centurio, 21. 2s.; Conus Genuanus, rich in colour, 4l.; a fine specimen of the Voluta Junonia, 121. 15s.; of the Conus Cedo Nulli, 47. 10s.; Pyrula Corona 21. 8s.

A Priestly Duellist.-Cologne, July 8.Last week there was a duel in our neighbourhood between an officer and a travelling catholic priest, the result of which was not a little astonishing, as the priest knew how to manage the sabre as skilfully as it ever was wielded by any of the prelates of the middle ages, who often distinguished themselves by their personal bravery in the imperial levees. Dining in a tavern with several officers, the conversation, at first quite harmless, took a turn which offended the priest. He stood up and was about to go away. A young officer stopped him, and said that his rising to go was an insult to the whole company, for which he ought to apologize. A struggle commenced, which ended in an appeal to the sword. The priest disarmed his antagonist twice without shedding a drop of blood. At last, as the young officer constantly returned to the charge, the priest gave him a severe cut on the head, which put an end to the combat. A surgeon dressed the wounded youth, and he will soon recover.

The Late Solar Eclipse.-We have been indulged with a perusal of a private letter from that excellent astronomer F. Baily, Esq., giving an account of this superb phenomenon, as witnessed by himself at Pavia, over which town the line of central darkness exactly passed. The appearances were every way extraordinary, unexpected, and most singular. At the moment when the total obscuration commenced, a brilliant crown of glory encircled the moon, like the "Aureola" which catholic painters append to their saints. Suddenly, from the border of the black and labouring moon, thus singularly enshrined, burst forth at three distinct points, within the aureola, purple or lilac flames! visible to every eye. At this moment, from the whole assembled population of the town, a simultaneous and deafening shout broke forth. A similar manifestation of popular feeling is recorded at Milan, occasioned by the selfsame astonishing spectacle, accompanied, in the latter instance, with a general "Huzzah! vivent les astronomes!" The eclipse was also viewed from the Superga, near Turin, by our Astronomer Royal, Mr. Airy, apparently under less favourable circumstances. have yet heard of no astronomer witnessing from a great elevation in the Alps the shadow striding from peak to peak, or blotting in succession the fair fields of North Italy. Such an exhibition must have been, perhaps, the sublimest which the eye of man can ever witness as a mere physical phenomenon.-Athenæum.

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Consumption of Butcher's Meat in Paris. Le Commerce states that there were consumed in Paris during the past month of June, 5091 oxen, 1172 cows, 6887 calves, and 33,758 sheep. In the month of June, 1841, there were consumed 5029 oxen, 1738 cows, 5523 calves, and 34,520 sheep. From this comparison of the two months it results that in June, 1842, there has been an increase of 62 oxen and 1364 calves, and a decrease of 566 cows and 762 sheep. The consumption of the first six months of 1842 was as follows-viz.: 36,028 oxen, 8033 cows, 34,934 calves, and 214,534 sheep. The consumption of the first six months of 1841 was as follows-viz.: 35,029 oxen, 10,765 cows, 32,552 calves, and 212,155 sheep, exhibiting an increase, in favour of the year 1842, of 599 oxen, 2382 calves, and 2379 sheep, and a decrease of 2682

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