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This insidious proposal the Baron rejects with high-minded indignation; upon which he is taken back to the Donjon of Vincennes, and the Sieur Richard consents to go as his counterfeit. The sequel may be given in the words of Bonaparte, as reported by Mr. O'Meara." The subject of Baron Kolli and Ferdinand being one day introduced,
• Kolli,' said he, was discovered by the police, by his always drinking a bottle of the best wine, which so ill corresponded with his dress and apparent poverty, that it excited a suspicion among some of the spies, and he was arrested, searched, and his papers taken from him. A police agent was then dressed up, instructed to represent Kolli, and sent with the papers taken from him to Ferdinand, who, however, would not attempt to effect his escape, although he had no suspicion of the deceit
passed upon him.' The reception which the pseudo-Baron met with is thus described by M. de Berthemy, the governor of Valençay.
• Richard having been introduced into the castle, placed himself in a gallery which led to the royal apartments. Deceived by a guilty conscience, Richard saw the Infant Don Antonio coming out: he imagined that prince was the king, and shewed him some trifles. His royal highness examined them, and put some questions to him, about turnery work, listened with indulgence to his unconnected gossip, and perceiving an extraordinary confusion in the man, endeavoured to read through his dull countenance. His royal highness was about to retire, when the pretended merchant declared himself an envoy from the British government to effect his majesty's Escape, and that he had letters of king George to deliver to his majesty.... His royal highness cast a significant look at him, withdrew without paying the least attention to what he said, and immediately informed the king of the circumstance. His majesty sent his usher shortly after to complain of this audacity, and requested me to dismiss the wretch.'
De Kolli was for four years imprisoned au secret at Vincennes ;-he was then transferred to Saumur, and the ominous order had been received for his being sent, under proper escort, with seven other state prisoners, to Fontainebleau, when the entry of the Allies into Paris occasioned his liberation. The narrative of his imprisonment, his escape and re-capture, and his subsequent adventures, is highly interesting, and forms the best apology for the publication. Its disclosures cartainly reflect no credit on the wisdom of his employers ; but they place in a still stronger light, the unprincipled character of his persecutors, their meanness, shameless dishonesty, and sanguinary inclination.
We have no room left to notice the Memoirs of the Queen of Etruria. They were addressed by the royal Authoress, to the Allied Powers, in 1814, in vindication of her own rights and those of her son, to the dutchy of Parma, Placentia, and Guestalla. They are brief and not uninteresting, though by no means deeply tragical. A characteristic sentence occurs in the early part of the narrative, - For some time we were obliged to have recourse to the nobility, who supplied us with chandeliers, plate, and other articles equally indispensible. This was the first time that the daughter of the king of Spain, accustomed to be served in gold and silver, saw herself obliged to eat off porcelain.' p. 309.
Art. VIII. Poetical Sketches : the Profession; the Broken Heart, &c.
with Stanzas for Music, and other Poems. By Alaric A. Watts.
f.cap 8vo. pp. 148. Price 6s. London. 1823 A CURIOUS circumstance is connected with one of the poems
in this elegant little volume. On its first appearance, it was transcribed into several of our daily, weekly, and monthly journals, as the undoubted production of Lord Byron, although the Author had, it seems, inserted it in the Edinburgh Magazine with his name. The
The poem is as follows.
« TO OCTAVIA.
On flagging wing, regardless by,-
I gazed upon thy bright blue eye,
The hopes, 1 most relied on, thwarted,-
With many a shade since last we parted :
That dimples upon childhood's cheek,
The dictates of the bosom break;
And strange to every softer feeling,
Cold, and unmoved—without revealing
• Sweet bud of Beauty !'Mid the thrill
The anguished thrill of hope delayed,--
That can the breast of man invade,
Till woe, awhile, gave place to gladness,
Almost to peace, my bosom's sadness ;
For blessings on thy future years!
from affliction's tears!
Thy guilelessness of soul revealing-
Undimmed-save by those gems of feeling-
Could prayers avert misfortune's blight,
Here hope for unalloyed delight,
On guilty heads alone descended,
In whose pure bosoms, sweetly blended,
Are fading-frail, and few in number,
That steal upon the mourner's slumber,-
bid thee share ; And when thine infancy hath fled
And Time with woman's zone hath bound thee,
The thorns of sorrow lurk, and wound thee,
And like the many-tinted Bow,
Which smiles the showery clouds away,
Attend, and soothe thee on thy way,
Farewell ! - Perchance a long farewell !
Woes, Hope may vainly strive to quell,
So there be bliss for thee and THINE!' pp: 25—29.
(AGED THREE YEARS.)
The tears are in my eyes,
Are stifled into sighs ;
So soon, 'neath milder skies !
Thy frank but boisterous glee:
Thy step, so light and free ;
Thy sparkling glance, and hasty run,
And gained thy mother's knee ;-
The lips, all sought to press ? -
A wilderness of woe ;
Had taught thy tears to flow?
In these dark bowers below!
Before the storm arose ;
Upon thine opening rose;
To deck thy last long sleep;
That summer's dews may steep ;-
The violet blue, and jasmine fair,' si
That, drooping, seemed to weep;
pp. 79-82.! We must make room for the following beautiful sonnet.
"THE FIRST BORN.