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tice to their country, would them; but, THE PORTFOLIO.

123 periority of mind, my colour would no rapid progress, and the most violent menlonger single me out, and prevent their getting into power, inspired the greatest being appreciated : but it happened that terror by their utter disregard of the these very qualities quickly opposed laws of justice. The horrid days of the my illusion. I could not desire my own 20th of June and 10th of August, prehappiness at the expence of the misfor pared for every other event. Tne tune of thousands ; besides, I daily wit greater number of Madame de B.'s nesssd the folly of persons who were friends filed at this epoch. Some sought struggling against events that they could shelter abroad, others in the provinces not control. I saw through the weak or in secret retreats ; but she remained. ness of such characters, and guessed The constant occupation of her heart their secret views. Their false philan fixed her to home. thropy did not long deceive me, and I “We had been living for some months quite gave up my hopes when I found in solitude, when, tɔwards the latter end that they would still feel contempt for of the year 1792, the decree for the conme, even in the midst of the severest ad fiscation of emigrants’ estates was isFersity. The days were

gone when sued. In the midst of such great disaseach sought to please, and remembered ters, Madame de B. would have cared. that the only means of doing so in so little for the loss of her fortune, had it ciety is the very unconsciousness of not belonged to her grand-children, for, one's own success. No sooner did the By a family arrangement, she had only revolution cease to be a grand theory, the enjoyinent of it during her lifetime. no sooner did it menace the interests of This made her decise upon sending for every high individual, than conversa Charles home; whilst his elder brother, tiun degenerated into dispute, and rea then nearly one-and-twenty, went to soning was exchanged for bitter person, join the army of the Prince of Conde. ality. Sometimes, in spite of my dejec Their travels 'were just completed, tion, I could not help being amused by which, two years before, had been unthe sudden violence of opinions which dertaken under such different auspices, were excited' by ambition, affectation, Charles arrived in Paris 'in' the beginor fear. But gaiety that is occasioned ning of February 1793, a short time by the observation of folly in others, is after the King's death, Madame de B. too malignant to do good: the heart de had given herself up to the most poig. lights in innocent joys; and the mirth of nant grief at the perpetration of this ridicule, far from dispelling misfortuine, deed. Her feeling mind proportioned is more likely to proceed from it, as it its horror to the immensity of the crime. feeds upon the same bitterness of soul. Affliction in old age is a most moving

My hopes in the Revolution having spectacle; it carries with it the authoquickly vanished, I remained dissatis rity of reason, Madame de B. suffered fied, as before, with my situation. Ma with such energy that it affected her dame de B.'s friendship and confidence health, and I did not conceive it possiwere my only solace. Often, in the ble to console her, but I mingled my midst of an acrimonious political discus tears with hers, and sought, by elevatsion, after vairly trying to restore good ing my own sentiments, to ally my soul humour, she would cast a sad look at more nearly to her's, so that I might; me. This look was a balm to my at least, share her sufferings. My own heart:'it seemed to say, Ourika, you distress scarcely occurred to me while alone can sympathise with me.'

the reign of terror lasted.. I should 1" The negro's right to liberty next have felt ashamed to think of it during

egan to be debated, and I, of course, such dreadful calamities : besides, I no felt.deeply interested in the question. Tonger felt so isolated, since every per One of my remaining illusions was, that son round me was unhappy. Opinion is at least I had countrymen in another like the link of country. It is the proland, and, knowing them to be unhap perty of all, and inen are brothers to depy, I believed them virtuous, and pitied

fend its cause. Sometimes I thought their fate. Alas! here again I was un that, poor negress as I was, still I was deceived. The massacre of St. Do allied to noble minds by the same need mingo added fresh grief to my soul; of justice that I experienced in common and, to my despair, at belonging to a with them. The return of truth and jus-proscribed race, was added ne at

dạỷ of
their being likewise a race of. barba triumph for me as well as for

alas ! it was far distant.
The Revolution having soou mado "On Chaples's return, Madame de

B. went into the country. All her of her friends. Thoughts were free, friends had filed. The only society she and might be uttered without responsihad left was that of an old Abbe, who, bility before her, merely passing for for ten years, had turned religion into what they were worth. Such gifts, had ridicule, but was now highly irritated at they been her only ones, would have the riches of the clergy being confisca made Madame de B.'s friends adore her; ted, because he lost twenty thousand but how many others she possessed! It francs a-year by it. Ile accompanied was impossible to feel in her company ;. us to St. Germain. His company was

there was a charm in her wit and man. rather quiet than agreeable, and was ner, that made even trifles interesting more the result of his disposition than of the moment they engrossed her attenhis heart.

tion. “Madame de B. had had it in her Charles bore some resemblance to power, all her life, to do good. She his mother. His mind, like her's, was was intimately acquainted with the Count liberal and just, but firm, and without de Choiseul, and, during his long minis modification, for youth allows of nonetry, was useful to a number of persons. it finds every thing quite right or quito Two of the most popular men, during the wrong; while the failing 01 old age is to reign of terror, owed obligations to her, believe that nothing is ever quite right and remembered it in those dreadful times, or quite wrong. Charles was eudowed They watched over her preservation, with the two first qualities of his ageand risked their own lives to save her's truth and justice. I have already said from the fury of the revolutionary assas that he hated the very shadow of affec-, sins; and it may here be remarked, that, tation; nay, he sometimes fancied it at this fatal epoch, even the chief's of where it did rot exist. Reserve was the most violent factions ran great dan habitual to him, and this made his conger in doing a little good. It seemed as fidence the more flattering, as it was eviif our desolate land was only to be go dently the result of his esteen, and not verned by evil, for that alone took away, of tiis natural propensity: whatever or gave power. Madame de B. was not portion of it he granted, was of value, sent to prison ; she was guarded at home for he never acted inconsiderately, and ander pretext of bad health. Charles, yet was always natural and sincere. He the Abbe, and myself, remained with placed such fuil reliance in me, that his her, and attended her with care.

thoughts were communicated to me as Nothing can equal the state of anx quickly as they came. iety and terror in which we passed , our

" When we were all seated round our days, continually reading in the papers table of an evening, how interesting accounts of the sentences of death passed were our conversations ! Our old Abbe against Madame de B.'s friends, and took his share in them. He had made trembling lest her protectors should be out to himself such a completely false deprived of the power of preserving her set of ideas, and maintained them with froin a similar fate. We discovered, so much good faith, that he was an ini ideed, that she was on the eve of pe exhaustible source of amusement to Ma. rishing, when the death of Roberspierre dame de B. Her clear and penetrating put an end to so much horror. We judgment drew out the poor man's absarbreathed again—the guards left our dities (he never taking it amiss ;) and she house, and we all remained in the same would throw in keen traits of good sense solitude, like people who have escaped over his orderly system, which we used $ me great calamity together. Misfor to compare to the heavy strokes of Chartune seemed to have linked us closer to lemagie's or Roland's sword. each other. I felt in those moments • Madaine de B. was fond of exercise. that I was not a stranger. If I ever We used to walk in the forest of St. passed a few happy moments since the Germain every morning ; she leaning on Tairy days of my childhood, it was dus the Abbe, and I following with Charles ing the times that followed this disa s at a distance. It was then he would t'ous epoch. Madame de B. possessed unburden his mind to

and tell me to à supreme degree those qualities his thoughts, his projects, his future which constitute the charm of domestic hopes, and above all his opinion upon life. Her temper was easy and indul men and passing events. He had not a gent; she always put the most favour secret feeling hidden from me, and was able construction upon what was said unconscious of disclosing one. The before her; no harsh or captious judg- ' habit of relying upon my friendsbip had went of her's ever cooled the confidence made it like his own life toh me


ness, and



126 enjoged it without knowing that he did. that in his time it was a custom among He demanded neither attention nor ex-* the most illustrious Goths and Swedes, pression of interest from me; he knew, when they would honestly marry their that in speaking to me of his own coul daughters, to prove the disposition of cerns, it was as though he spoke to me the suitors that came to them, and to of mine, and that I felt more deeply for know their passions especially, by playhim than he did for himself. Friendship ing with them at tables or chess. For like this was a charın that equalled the at these games, their anger, love, peesensations of happiness itselt!

vishness, covetousness, dullness, idle“ I never thought of telling Charles

many more mad pranks, päswhat had 30 long oppressed me. I lis sions, and motives of their minds, and tened to him ; and, by I know not what the forces and properties of their formagical effect, his conversation' ba tunes, are used to be seen ; as wliether nished from my mind the recollection of the wooer be radely disposed, that he my sorrows. Had he questioned me, I will indiscreetly rejoice and suddenly should have confessel them all; but he triumph when he wins; or whether, did not imagine that I had any secret. when he is wronged, he can patiently Every body was aceustoined to my weak endure it, and wisely put it off.' state of health; and Madame de B. had strived so much to make me happy, that she had a right to think he su. So I

SINGULAR DIRECTION. ought to have been: I felt it, and often accused myself of ingratitude and folly. A package wiih this direction, safely I doubt whether I should have ever reached its intended destination from dared to own bow miserable the irrepa

London :rable misfortune of iny colour made ine.

Deliver this as soon as you can There is a sort of degradation is not be

To Thomas Porter, of Uppingham, ing able to submit to necessity; and (Abraham and he are brothers ;) wlien hopeless grief masters the soul, it

He sells and cries bears the character of despair. There Hot buns and pies was a rigidity in Charles's notion, which Oa market days and others !" likewise increased my timidity. One evening our conversation turned upon pity, and it was asked whether misfor

FRENCH INGENUITY. tune inspires most compassion from its cause, or from its effects. Charles de

AN ANECDOTE. cided for the former: this was declaring A Frenchnan went to a rich Jew, and that all grief should be actuated by some told him he wished to exchange a numpowerful motive. But who can judge ber of dollars for Louis d'ors, which he the motives of another? All hearts was under the necessity of immediately have not the same wants; and does not procuring. The Jew, after bargaining real misfortune consist in the hearts be to his own advantage, consented, and ing deprived of its desires ? It was sel promised the gold should be ready the dom, however, that our conversations following day. At the appointed hour thus led me to reflect upon my own case, the Frenchinan came with his bags, which I so earnestly sought to forget. I which, having holes in the sides and near would have no looking-glasses in my the top, suffered some dollars to be seen. room; I constantly wore gloves and The gold being courted and weighed, dresses that covered my throat and he presented an empty bag, in which it arms; I had a large hat and veil to walk

was put. out in, which I often continued to wear Just at this moment, when the dollars in doors; in short, I would fain have were to be examined, a friend entered in deceived myself, and like a child, shut great haste, and called him away opsurmy own eyes and thought that no one gent business. However, he left not only saw me.

the bag supposed to contain the gold, but (To be continued.)

also the bag supposed to contain the dollars, and said he would return in two

hours to see them counted; desiring, in VARIETIES.

the mean time, they might be locked up

in the Jew's bureau. TEST OF TEMPER.

The two hours elapsed, and the Olaus Magnus, who lived in the mid Frenchman did not make his appeardle of the sixteenth century, informs us, ance, but the Jew thought himself safe,

He was unwilling to unlock the bureau them, as their stage or arena. The till the Frenchman should be present. readers take care to oblige the notipay At length, another hour having glided ing amateurs to yield up their places to away, he began to say to himseli:-" Is those from whom they have reason to it possible that I can have been cheata expect contributions. Such preferences ed ?" The very question was alarming in a public place, where, in strictness, to any man, and especially to a money all rights are equal, would not be tolechanger. The first anxiety of the Jew rated in many of the capitals of Europe; led him to the supposed bag of gold; but a strong and lively sense of equity this he untied, and discovered that the pervades the whole of this class at Nabag containing the gold had been ex ples, in such a degree, that I never saw changed for one which was full of leaden either disturbance or discontent occacounters. He scarcely needed to en sioned by these interferences. The quire further ; however, he opened the ragged listeners who were thus arbitrabag of silver, and found himseit equally rily displaced for persons who did not deceived.

evon thank them for it, rose from their He hastened to go and acquaint the seats with perfect coolness and equanipolice; but when he came to an outward mity, and sought other places in more door that 'led to his apartment, it was distant parts of the circle. I was frelocked and bolted. The Frenchmen had quently induced to stop at these groups post-horses prepared, and had instantly to examine the features, attitude, and taken flight; but, when they were at a expressioz of the individuals who comdistance, they were guilty of some im- posed them; but I could never bear to prudent delay; and, aiter the Jew had listen aboye a few minutes to the reader; obtained his release, the vigilance of who stops at every line in poetry, and the pursuit was so great that the French at every comma in prose, to explain by man, against whom the Jew had de his gestures, or by other words, the posed, was taken.

sense of what he has just recited. But During his inprisonment at Amster his ill-timed emphasis and ridiculous dam his behaviour and abilities were grimaces, which made his exhibition inequally remarkable. By the aid of tolerable to my taste, formed, perhaps, burned turf and straw he drew the siege an essential part of the entertainment of of Mantua on the walls, and Buonaparte bis native audience; for as the books on horseback, heading the French ar which I heard read, were always written mies.. While the executioner was whip- in pure Tuscan Italian, it is probable ping him, he spoke of the magistrates in that, without the grimaces and interprethe most contemptuous terms. What,' tations of the reader, few of his hearers suid he,“ is my crime compared to would understand his meaning. I also theirs ?. I have but cheated a Jew;, a was surprised to find that the readings vile fellow, who has become rich by, were usually in some romance of chiv. cheating ; while the wretches who con alry, a style of subject which does not demn me to this ignominious punish seem to have many points, in unison ment have betrayed and sold their coun with their feelings; and I was the more try.

He was afterwards branded; and astonished at this, because there is abunat the moment of inflicting the mark, he dance of pretty poetry, and of very encried aloud, Vive la Republique ! tertaining fairy tales, in the Neapolitan

dialect. Howbeit, “ Sentir storie' is STORY TELLING,

so favourite an amusement, that it alOne of the most favourite amusements

ways attracts a crowd on the mole, even of the Lazzaroni of Naples, is to listen

when contending with the rivalship of to public readers, of whom (says Mr.

an exhibition of puppets. At one time, Galiffe in his Italy) there were gene

there were no fewer than six spectacles ralıy two or three on the mole; and it for the mob, exhibiting there every day; is really a curious thing to see an au

a reader of poetry, a declaimer in prose, dience of individuals covered with dirty

a singer, a tootli-drawer, and mounterags, listening to poetry with the same

bank; a pulcinello with a dog, and pup: attention as the Greeks might have paid pets that performed plays. Each of to Homer. - They sit on the ground, or

these was very numerously attended. on the wall, or on the log's of wood that are vecasionally deposited on the mole,

CLERICAL MISTAKES. while the readers stand in the middle of A few years ago, on a Sunday, two the thirong, or rasher at one extremity of sprigs of the law, who were attending

with a small yacant spacie before the circuit of th Judges, taking a ram.

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127 ble through the country, happened to son, the Scotch Poet, at 34—and Robert enter a small hedge inn, where it was the Burns, (at the same age as Lord Byron) the custom of an honest - old curate to

in his, 37th year. Vi make a slight repast between the hours of performing his multifarious duties, it

A CURIOUS EPITAPH. being too far to go home between each. Some years since, a Mr. Dickson, who They entered the common room, wherst was Provost of Dundee, in Scotland, the curate was sitting, and began talk

died; and, by will, left the sun of one ing about the various causes in which guinea to a person to compose an epitaph they were or had been concerned; but upon him; which sum he directed the presently observing him, one said to the three executors to pay. The executors, other, in a whisper loud enough to be thinking to defraud the poet, agreed to overheard, “ Jack, here's an old parson; meet, and share the guinea among them, let's quiz him."-And then said aloud, each contributing a line to the epitaph,

· What do you think I heard, Jack, the which ran as follows:last time I was at our parish chnrch ?" First, “ Here lies Dickson, Provost of “Can't tell, indeed,' replied Jack.

Dundee, Why," rejoined the other, “the par Second. “ Here lies Dickson, here lies son made a terrible blunder in reading

he.” the Psalms; for, instead of saying • The third was put to it for a long time: Og, King of Basan,' he said, Dy hog but, unwilling to loose his share of the is the king of bacon -'.

guinea, vociferously bawled out, plied Jack, " that's nothing ; for, a short

Hallelujah, halleluje !" time ago, our rector, in reading the lesson where it speaks of Ananias and Sap

POETRY AND PASTRY. phira his wife, he said, Ananias set A German poet, having lately written fire to his wife!'After a good hearty a gastronomic song upon the pastry of laugh; the first turned round to the cu one of the best pastry-cooks of his place, rate, and said, “You seem to be of the the latter thought he could not better cloth, Sir.” The curate bowed. “And testify his gratitude than by sending him pray do you never make such mistakes, one of the objects he had celebrated in as you find your brethren are apt to his song. The poet was at first enchando ?"---Yes, Gentlemen, I must confess ted with the work; but, O grief ön fiI do. No longer ago than this norning wishing the last morsel, he recognized I

6 Indeed !---What was it?''-- in the paper on which it lay when baked, My, discourse, Gentlemen, turning the copy of his song with which he had upon liars, I was about to say, that the testified his homage to the pastry-cook. Devil was the father of them all; but In a great rage he ran to his shop, and by some inaccountable mistake, said, ei ceased him with the replied the police YERS!' 'The merriment of the young

not in the least disconcerted, “why so gentlemen was a little damped at having angry? I have only followed your ex. such a relation pinned to their backs; ample: you liave made a song upon my and, paying their reckoning, they pastry, and I have made pastry upon sneaked off without saying a word. your song!

Lord Byron died in early life; but he SATAN; OR, THE DEVIL AMONG THE seems in that respeci to have paid the

TAILORS. unripe debt of nature in common with Some time ago, a French teaclier, remany of his celebrated predecessors, sident in Oxford, by the name of Ducane, Shakspeare died in his 52d year, in the called on Mi. Wickham, a mercer, who enjoyment and full vigour of his facul: lived opposite 'University College, for ties--Spencer died at 48—Marlow at a waistcoat piecē, but could not recol.* 31=-Sir T. Wyatt at 39-Henry How- lect the name of the material he wished ard, Lord Surrey, was beheaded at 31- for. He said that “ he thought it was Sir Philip Sidney, was killed in battle de English for de diable." Mr. Wickat 32 Lord Halifax died at 40-the li- hain mentioned the several names of his centious Rochester at 30,- Otway at 34" infernal highness, such as Old Nick,

1. Philips at 32—Collins at 26 Beelzebub, &c. No, no, it was not Churchill at 33–Pamell at 38_Savage dat," was the reply. At length Mr. W. at 45 Addison at 47, leaving, like Lord thought of Satan. “Odat is vat Byron, one only child, a daughter Day vant, said Ducane; "I vant a satan diad at 4Goldspátb abR: Fergu. yestcpat."...

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