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suppress them. I have been taught to gled in all my boyish dreams of greatabase a proud spirit to the clasps and ness, with visions of curule chairs and kisses of the vulgar; to smile on suitors ivory cars, marshalled legions and lauwho united the insults of a despicable relled fasces. Such I have endeavoured pride to the endearments of a loathsome to find in the world ; and in their stead, fondness; to affeet sprightliness with an I have met with selfishness, with vanity, aching head, and eyes from which tears with frivolity, with falsehood. The life were ready to gush; to feign love with which you have preserved is a boon less curses on my lips, and madness in my valuable than the affection -" brain. Who feels for me any esteem- “Oh! Cæsar,” interrupted the blushany tenderness ? Who will shed a tear ing Zoe, “think only on your own secuover the nameless grave which will soon rity at present. If you feel as you speak shelter from cruelty and scorn the broken —but you are only mocking me—or, heart of the poor Athenian girl ? But perhaps, your compassion you, who alone have addressed her, in “By heaven ! by every oath that is her degradation, with a voice of kindness binding and respect, farewell. Sometimes think “ Alas! alas ! Cæsar, were not all the of me-not with sorrow; no: I could same oaths sworn yesterday to Valeria ? bear your ingratitude, but not your dis- But I will trust you, at least so far as to tress. Yet, if it will not pain too much, partake your present dangers. Flight in distant days, when your lofty hopes may be necessary: form your plans. Be and destinies are accomplished on the they what they may, there is one who, evening of some mighty victory-in the in exile, in poverty, in peril, asks only chariot of some magnificent triumph— to wander, to beg, to die with you." think on one who loved you with that “My Zoe, I do not anticipate any exceeding love which only the miserable such necessity. To renounce the concan feel.

Think, that wherever her ex. spiracy without renouncing the principles hausted frame may have sunk beneath on which it was originally undertakenthe sensibilities of a tortured spirit-in to elude the vengeance of the senate whatever hovel or whatever vault she without losing the confidence of the may have closed her eyes — whatever people, is indeed an arduous, but not an strange scenes of horror and infamy may impossible task. I owe it to myself and have surrounded her dying bed, your to my country to make the attempt. shape was the last that swam before her There is still ample time for considerasight-your voice the last sound that tion. At present, I am too happy in was ringing in her ears. Yet turn your love to think of ambition or danger." face to me, Cæsar. Let me carry away They had reached the door of a stately one last look of those features, and palace. Cæsar struck it. It was in

He turned round. He stantly opened by a slave. Zoe found looked at her. He hid his face on her herself in a magnificent hall, surrounded bosom, and burst into tears. With sobs by pillars of green marble, between long and loud, and convulsive as those which were ranged the statues of the of a terrified child, he poured forth on long line of Julian nobles. her bosom the tribute of impetuous and “Call Endymion,” said Cæsar. uncontrollable emotion. He raised his The confidential freedman made his head; but he in vain struggled to re- appearance, not without a slight smile, store composure to the brow which had which his patron's good nature emboldconfronted the frown of Sylla, and the ened him to hazard, at perceiving the lips which had rivalled the eloquence of beautiful Athenian. Cicero. He several times attempted to “Arm my slaves, Endymion ; there speak, but in vain ; and his voice still are reasons for precaution. Let them faltered with tenderness, when, after a relieve each other on guard during the pause of several minutes, he thus ad- night. Zoe, my love, my preserver, why dressed her :

are your cheeks so pale? Let me kiss “My own dear Zoe, your love has some bloom into them. How you trembeen bestowed on one who, if he cannot ble! Endymion, a flask of Samian and merit, can at least appreciate and adore some fruit. Bring them to my apartyou. Beings of similar loveliness, and ments. This way, my sweet Zoe." similar devotedness of affection, min

then

And though the shadowy veil of night
TO A BRIDE.

May not be ours to sway,

If prayer can win a gift of light,
I CANNOT strike-my April lyre

Thou 'lt not in darkness stray.
Hath not one constant string ;
Its flight is but a meteor-fire

Upon a broken wing.
I'm sure my lyre was made in heaven

NOTES OF A READER.
And strung with rainbow chords,
For every tint by sunlight given

COMMONPLACES.
Is woven in its words.

It is an odd reflection, that while we

are pouring out our affection in a letter 'Tis a true lyre--for thou, who first to a dear friend, and communing with Didst feel the breath it drew

his image in tender sentiment, he may Thou, in whose smile its numbers burst, be snoring away upon a bed; and, that

Art changed by sunshine too. while he is reading our expressions of Thou art a bridebut in that word ardent and unintermitting love, we may

How many thoughts are spoken ! be in a totally different mood, and For though it stirs one silver chord, utterly oblivious of his existence. So It jars a thousand-broken.

much for the sympathy of correspon

dents ! I look up from thy sunny smile

There is nothing so presumptuous as To watch thy drooping lid,

a half-informed person—"a little learnAnd see by what an idle wile

ing is a dangerous thing”-and the maA starting tear is hid.

jority of the reading public is of this The blood that dyes thy lip so well class. The most ignorant are those who Is truant from thy cheek

are not aware of their ignorance. And the deep blue veins too truly tell The throb thou canst not speak.

There are some men who imagine

that wisdom must always be rude and Yet joy !—thou art a happy bride,

forbidding, and who deem that what is With hopes of sunshine wove;

beautiful is, of necessity, superficial. I And he who standeth by thy side

think these gentlemen have mistaken

the owl of Minerva for the goddess. Hath tried his early love. With all thou wast, and all thou art,

There are some minds which, like the To bind thy soul to him,

vulture's eye, can pass heedlessly over Oh! what must be the human heart the beauties of the verdant meadow, and If he thine eye can dim!

spy only the carrion that lies rotting in

the corner. I'll not believe it. Angel wings

Fame, like the Hebrew verb, has no Are but by angels worn,

present tense. And hearts that gush with living springs There is as much difference between To living hopes are born.

silent caution and cautious silence, as If worth like thine, and love like thine, there is between an eye-glass and a glass For change and woe are given

eye; one is an artificial mean, the Oh! where, within an earthly shrine, other a mean artifice. Is found a type of heaven?

Weak minds are dwarfed by the active

rivalry of society, strong ones are ad. Yet weep! for thou art leaving now

vanced by it. A rose-bush dwindles in Father, and friends, and homeThe lips that press’d thy open brow

a wood ; an oak grows taller in a forest

than in a field. The voice that whispered, “Come!” The cadence of thy mother's prayer

There are certain gossips in society The love she cannot tell

who resemble long and twisted trumpets All that thy heart hath garner'd there,

—what they receive as a faint whisper, Is in this sad farewell.

they give out in a long, connected blast.

Every one knows the height of virtue Well-peace be thine ! If life

to which he may attain ; but no man Of sun and shadows up,

can anticipate the depth of depravity to We know who leads us in the shade which he may descend.

And mingles every cup.

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CHRISTIAN WOLF.

these dissimilar characters and opposite A TRUE STORY-BY SCHILLER. actions from the same principle, while

man himself has no conjecture of the In the whole history of man, there is common relation which exists among no chapter more instructive than the them. Were some Linnæus to classify annals of its crimes. Every great crime the human race according to its passions supposes some proportionately great and inclinations, how should we be aspower in action. If in common life the tonished to find a multitude of men, secret play of desires is disguised under who are now confined within the narrow the appearance of ordinary emotion, limits of social life, classed, from their when these desires become strong pas- vices, with the monster Borgia. sions, they break forth with a greater It is not my aim to develop here the violence in proportion to the degree in literary and scientific advantages which which they have been repressed. The would result from history, were it conacute observer of human nature, who ducted upon the profound principles to knows how much may be attributed to which I have adverted. I prefer such a the constitution of the free will, and course, because it would tend to extirpate how far analogical reasoning may be that feeling of scorn, and of proud selawful, will profit by his experiences in curity, with which bold and untried vir. the social life, and will gather from them tue looks upon those who have fallen precepts concerning the moral and inner into degradation — because it would

create a spirit of mildness and toleration There is something so simple, and yet in the world, without which no fugitive so compound, in the human soul! The from honour can return, no reconciliation same activity or desire can play a thou- can be made between the law and its sand different forms and directions-can transgressor, and without which, finally, produce a thousand contradictory phe- no diseased member of society can be nomena, and appear variously mingled saved from entire destruction. in as many distinct characters, creating Whether the criminal, whose history

life of man.

VOL. I. (7.)

H

I shall now give, possessed any claims Among the lovers of Joan, was Robert, upon public indulgence, or whether he an apprentice to the gamekeeper of the was entirely lost to the state, the reader forest. He very soon perceived the shall judge. Our compassion will no advantage which his rival had gained by longer benefit him, for he has perished his largesses, and with jealous care by the hands of the executioner-but an sought out the sources of this change. analysis of his vice and folly may be He directed his lurking eyes with great instructive to humanity, and, perhaps, assiduity upon the Sun-this was the to justice.

sign of the inn-and soon discovered Christian Wolf was the son of an inn- from whence the money came. Not long holder in the town of and, after before a strict edict had been promul. the death of his father, he assisted his gated against hunting in the forest, mother in the management of domestic which condemned the transgressor to affairs until he was twenty years of age. the house of correction. Robert was The economy of the family was very unwearied in his attempts to surprise simple, and Wolf consequently had many his enemy on his secret paths, and at idle hours. He was already known at last he apprehended him while in the school as a mischievous youth. The very act. Wolf was imprisoned, and it grown up maidens complained of his was only by the sacrifice, in the payment impertinences, and the boys of the town of a fine, of all the little property which acknowledged fealty to his inventive he had laboriously gathered, that he head. Nature had neglected his person. could avert the adjudged punishment. A small, unsightly figure, crisped hair Robert triumphed. His rival was of a disagreeable blackness, a flattened driven from the field, and the favour of nose, and a projecting upper lip, which the maid lighted not on the mendicant. had been wrenched from its natural Wolf knew his enemy, and this enemy position by the kick of a horse, com- was the successful possessor of his Joan. bined to give his aspect an unpleasant- An oppressive feeling of want combined ness which terrified the women, and with his offended pride—his sensibilities which afforded abundant scope to the were harassed by the united violence of wit of his comrades.

grief and jealousy-hunger drove him What was denied him he would obtain out into the wide world—revenge and by importunity; if he displeased, he passion held him back. He became for resolved to please. He was sensual, the second time a poacher; but the and persuaded himself that he loved. double vigilance of Robert for the second The maid who was the object of his af- time gained an advantage. Now he exfections, treated him with severity; and perienced the whole punishment of the he had reason to fear that she was more law; for he had nothing more to give, attached to his rival than to himself; and in a few weeks Wolf was consigned but she was poor. A heart which shut to the house of correction. itself against his protestations, might, The year of punishment was past; his perhaps, be won by his presents; but passions grew with time, and his hopes he was himself oppressed by want, and were more buoyant under the pressure the vain attempt to render his exterior of misfortune. Hardly was he free, prepossessing, swallowed up the little when he hastened to his native town, to profits of his narrow business. Too revisit his Joan. He appeared, and the indolent and too ignorant to extricate inhabitants all avoided him. Pressing himself by speculation from his house- necessity at last bowed his pride, and hold embarrassments

, and too proud vanquished his prejudices against labour. and tender to compromise with the pea. He offered his services as a journeyman sants that mastery which he had hitherto to the rich man of the town. The peasustained, and to renounce his freedom, sants shrugged their shoulders at the he saw but one resource left—a resource tenderling, and his strong and lusty which thousands, both before and after competitors were preferred by the unhim, have embraced with better success feeling patron.

Wolf tried a last rethan followed him—that of honest steal. source, and applied to the shepherds for ing. His native town touched upon a the only honourable employment which forest which belonged to the so was left to him; but they would trust of the country; he became poacher, and their droves with no faithfully deposited the profits of his appointed in every scheme, turned away plunder at the feet of his mistress. from every place, he became for the

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third time a poacher, and for the third more terrible.

At that time I vowed time misfortune threw him into the implacable and burning hatred against hands of his vigilant enemy.

every human being; and this vow I This double relapse had made his have faithfully kept. crime more heavy. The judge looked My first thoughts, so soon as I was into the book of the law, but not into liberated, was of my native town. In the temper of mind of the defendant. proportion as my hopes of future supThe mandate against the poacher de- port there were small, the means of manded solemn and exemplary satis- gratifying my thirst for vengeance were faction, and Wolf was condemned, with great. My heart beat more wildly as the sign of the gallows branded on his the steeple of the church arose from afar back, to labour three years in a fortress. through the forest. I no longer experi

This period also passed, and he left enced the fervent pleasure which I had the fortress—but with an entirely dif- felt on my first return from captivity. ferent character than when he entered the memory of all the troubles and perit. Here began a new epoch in his life; secutions which I had formerly suffered, his own confession, which he made to awoke at once from a frightful death. his spiritual counsellor, shall give you sleep; my wounds all bled afresh ; my its history.

scars all opened. I doubled my speed, "I entered the fortress," said he, for I was refreshed in the anticipation

as one who had been misled to error, of terrifying my enemy by my sudden and I left it a vicious and contemptible appearance, and I longed for fresh devagrant. There had been something in gradation as anxiously as I had before the world which was dear to me, and trembled in view of it. my pride writhed under shame. When “ The bell was tolling for vespers as brought to the fortress I was confined I stood in the middle of the marketwith three and twenty prisoners, two of place, and the congregation were throngwhom were murderers, and the rest were ing into the church. I was very soon notorious thieves and vagabonds. Not recognised; every man who brushed a day passed in which the story of some along near me, started back in terror. infamous course of life was not repeated, I had always been inordinately attached and some wicked plot contrived. At to children, and my affections overfirst I fled from these people, and hid powering me at this instant, I involunmyself from their conversation as soon tarily gave a groat to a boy that was as possible; but I needed some creature passing by me. The boy stared at me for a companion, and my barbarousguards for a moment, and then threw the groat had taken away from me my dog. The back into my face. Had I been more labour was hard and cruel, my body was cool, I might have recollected that the sickly; I needed assistance, (I speak beard which I carried out with me from with candour,) I needed pity, and this I the fortress, still shockingly disfigured must purchase with the last remnant of my features ; but the anguish of my my conscience. So I became at last heart had supplanted my reason. Tears, accustomed to the abominations of the such as I had never wept, ran down my place, and after nine months I had ex- cheeks. celled my teachers.

“ The boy knows not who I am, nor "From that time, thirsting after re- from whence I came, said I, half-loudly venge, I longed for the day of my libe- to myself, and yet he shuns me as an ration. All men had offended me, for obscene beast. Do I then bear a mark all were better and more prosperous upon my forehead, or have I ceased to than myself. I compared myself to a look like a man, since I have felt that I martyr for the rights of nature, and felt could love no more? The contempt of that I was a sacrifice to law. I gnashed this boy pained me more bitterly than my teeth and rubbed my chains when three years of galley service, for I had the sun came up behind the hill near the done him a kindness, and could charge fortress ; for a distant prospect is a him with no personal hatred. double torment to the prisoner. The “I sat down in a carpenter's yard, free draught of air which whistled through which was opposite the church ; what the vents of my prison, and the swallow in particular I desired, I know not; but that settled upon the iron bars of my this I know, that I rose up exasperated, lattice, seemed to taunt me with their because among all my past acquaintances freedom, and made my confinement the there was not even one who deemed me

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