Newspaper of Burlington Free Press, July 5, 1844, Page 1

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HOT TUB GLOnY OF C 2 S A R BUT THE V H L r A R E O V HOME BY II. B. STACY. JI II R L J N (i T 0 N , VERMONT, FRIDAY, JULY 5,184-1. VOL. XVIII....X. 5. MIDSUiMMHIl XHJI1T. BY r.. W. CLAIiK. How swept nt morning's earliest lionr, To watch the first fnint, tri'iimncring ray Of light, that wat.es the slumbering (lower, And ushers in the new-horn ilay. To list the lightsome matin song, Poured rjayly forth from warbling throats! While echo blithely bounds along. And when tho brilliant otb of day Has reached his summer's noontide hour, 'Tis sweet in some cool grot to stray, Or rest within some vine-clad bower, Near where the deep bluo waters rill; Or by somo leaping, laughing nil, Whoe gentle murmurs soothe iho soul, And all its troubled passions still. And sweet it is when twilight ibrows llcr dusl,y curtain o'er ihe day, When cloud? arc blushing like tho rose, As bathed in sunset's light they lay j To banish all of worldly love, To steal their worldly cares away, And soar on wings nf faith above, To that bright world where all is day. But sweeter, far more sweet to mc, Is the calm, quiet noon of night, When silence sils on rock and tree, And reigns o'er plain and mountain night. Wieu clouds Iho ethcrnl nrcli unveil, And golden spanitles stud the sky j While dimly lighting hill and dale, The silver moon looks down from high. On such a night, tho flowery glen Where cmce there roamed a joyous pair, With saddened sleps I ecrlcngnin; No kindred spirit meets mo tlicic Ah yes the midnight chime is pealini, A voice breathes sweetly by my side s A seraph's form is by mo kneeling, It is my lost, my spirit bride. Then give to mc midsummer's night, When skies are clear and winds are calm : Thin all the rosy hours of light It has for me a greater charm, For then the angelic throng nboio Receive from God the blissful power To visit s cues of earthly love, And keep the midnight mystic hour. COUNT (VMA110N. lance. o. VI. containing tho current se rial Novels of James, Dickens, Aiusworth, Lever, anil Lover, comes to us from Win chester's press. We know not where the best light rending of the duy mny ho obtain ed more conveniently or cheaply. ' Chuz zlewit' and 'Tom Burke' draw to n close, but the author of ' O'Malley' is just issuing a now work, which promises to ho historical in its character, and of raro merit. The following introductory nairutivo blends deep pathos with a profound biographical inter est : Tribune. A LAST COXKRSSIOX OP HARRY LORRH UUOlt. Kino Fnir.N'ns, I had believed that there was an end of my ' Confessions,' and that Harry Lorroquer should not again appear beforo you in guise of penitent ; when a few days back my eyes chanced to fill upon a paragraph in a French paper, which at once dispelled tills conviction, and made mo feel that one more incident ol my I no remained to bo communicated, ero I held my peace of myself forever. The passage I alludo to runs thus: "At Bruges, on tho 22d inst., died tho Count O'Maiion, Grand Officer of tho Legion of Honor, General of Hrigade in France, and Knight of Malta, lie was tho oldest officer in the French army, having entered tho ser vice in the year 1751, when bo bad not com pleted his fourteenth year. Had he survived until Juno, ho would have reached the ad vanced age of 107. He successively served in tho armies of tho Regency, Louis XVI., the Republic, the Consulate, and the Em pire, and might, had bo so wished, have re tained his rank under tho Restoration ; but with tho defeat at Mt. St. Juan terminated Ills services, which, for duration and number, are unequalled in Europe." A long catalnguo of distinguished services in Germany, Hnllnnd. Italy, Egypt, Aus tria, and Russia, follows the announcement, nmong which two exploits are sufficiently singular to mcrii notice : Tho capture of tbreo Dutch vessels of war by two infantry battalions, and some field artillery, under tho command of Colonel 0Mahon. They were attacked by him when closed up by ico in tho Scheldt, and taken, after n most despciato engagement, which lasted six hours. Tho other is a mention of bis being wounded at Bautzen, where a shell entered tho chest of his horse, and exploding, throw lii in to tho height of sixteen feet in tho air, the only injury ho received being a broken arm. Tho Emperor, who witnessed thu ac cident, having inquired who the officer was, merely shrugged Ins shoulders, and said. Nothing will kill O'Mahon." In tho Irish brigade his name was revered l ....1 t i .1.... r a respuciuu ueyuuu uiai ui any oiucer WHO am Annimnndiifl tt ft 11 ' I nlll. n..l " ...... 1 BMIJIIUllUl UI U1U III llltllJli:a UI UUUUU111. n nil aiuum lui ower ui iihj iicvmuiinn. in 111111:33 nun iiitiiiuui uu imi'iii iiiivn uimiii C T til ! . . I! I 1 was not moro conspicuous lor -...1 . i i j . I . and modest demeanor; and it is said moro officers of merit owed their promotion to bis representations, than to any other man in tho r rencli army. His last appearance at Paris was at the Ceremony of tho Emperor's funeral, when an old man, wearing tho uniform of tho Irish brigade, docorated with tho St. Louis and the Legion, attracted unusual attention ; and on being recognized, was saluted with cheers of enthusiasm, many colonels leaving their ranKS to embrace ono who bad befriended them in years long past. His remains wero laid in thn convent of St. John, tollowrd to the grave by a limner ous cortffi of thn civil and military author ities nf Bruges, tin himself bad declined tho honor of a military funeral, saying " ho had lived long enough, and that if a platoon firn over his grave were to call him buck to Jile, lin should only regret it." ouch in snl'Mancu 13 the brief par.igrapl to which I havo alluded ; and it now only remains for mo to state my own connection with it, which was as follows: In tho year 18U0 I was on my way to England, after tin ubsenco of somo years on the continent, and arrived at Bruges fatigued with a long journey, prosecuted with scarce ly an interval of rest from thu limo of my leaving Bulgrado. I was not sorry lo find that, if I should he obliged to halt, I could calculate on the comfoits of a Flemish inn, and enjoy, besides the opportunity of seeing the many curious and interesting objects thu ancient city possesses. Added to this, that during my late rambles in the East of Eu rope, I had few occasions to hear any news of England, or know what course events might have taken in our political world. At Bruges I was certain to find newspapers, and perhaps countrymen also ; so that, upon ev ery score, I was well satisfied with my rest ing place. For thu first few days I was content to ramhlo unguided tho old city, where every step reveals somo trait ol its former gran deur, when its streets wcro crowded with the rich merchants of Lombardy and Venice, and when the dark featured Turk camn to trado with tho haughty burghers, whoso pledged word was a bond in every statu of Europe. Tho Spanish features of the place still remain; and tho habitudes of tho South iiro preserved by their descendants, who still observe tho ' siesta ;' and in thu graceful mantilla, worn partly across (bo f.ice, you may trace tho coquetry of Andalusia. Towaul tho close of my week, I visited the Hospital of St. John, and devoted a day to tho pictuies by Mending those wonder- tut perlormances, whero expression alono carries tuo tieiioioer away, and loaves him, insensible to all defects of grouping and cf- feet. Never had artist such power in the. portraiture of feature. Thu faces aio never I forgotten ; the eyes rivet their looks on you ; j the lips seem to mutter the drcnoful storv of their sorrows ; the tremulous cheek, the liv- id jaw, the sunken orbit, haunt vou whercv- cr you go, and the memory of them dies not nvay. i I hat strange cofiur, called the Chasse do St. Ursula, is of all his works the most fin-; ished and the most costly. I he diflerent, suifices of this singular relic are ornament ed by painting, representing scones from the legond of St. Ursula and tho eleven thou sand virgins of Cologne. This is indeed tho triumph of tho artist's genius, and is unsur passed lor the peculiar beauty of its co oiinir and finish. fo enjoy to the utmost the contemplation of this charming production. I drew a chair Irom one ol tho window tocesses in fiont of it, and sal down alone and in silence to feast I my eysight and my fancy. The venerable monk who acted as my guide withdrew, and left mo to myself and and my musings. I ho stillness, unbroken by a sound, and the tempered light streaming through tho Barrow, barred, deep windows, wrapped mo in a rovery so profound, that I never noticed j tho entrance of a strans'er who had ennm in. ind taken place in front of the altar-piece, ind sat with clasped hands in mute admira- lion belnro it. A low cough ho trave first lirocted my attention toward him. and I now puiceived that ho was an old, apparently a very old nnn, whose white hair was neatly gathered into a queue behind. His forehead was High and nairow, tho temples strongly indented by Time, but still shou in" tho nil- lared formation so indicative of strength and decision of character. The features all bore traces of his having once been handsome; but thu look of birth and blood was even moro markedly their characteristic. Not even time and the world's changes had era sed the stamp nf nobility upon his brow, and iiio deep wruiKles ol ago only tampered the look of pride his features we're. His dress was a plain blue frock, buttoned in military fashion, and bearing on tho breast tho mark where a star had oncu been worn : a f.iint strip of crimson in a button-hole showed that ho still carried tho decoration of the le- gion. 1 rowsers and shoes, nnd silk tmel;. ings, scrupulously neat and well cared for, completed a costume which, though simplu as possible, yet preserved throughout the air of ono accustomed to regard dress as an essential ofhis position. The most reniark- nnio, mueed thu only remarkable thing he wore, was a cliapcau shaped in the ancient mode, and looped up with a )10ad tii-color-ed uhbon a strange einhlem, ns it seemed to me, oi one wiioio look and heariii" h.ul so littlu in accordance with tho practices and tho docttinos of which it w.is iho l,-,,,.,,,- This lay on tho lluor by his side, as well as a t.uin wuii a massive and richly-chased head of gold. It was but a moment beforo I remarked mm, that I was wondeiing within myself what had become of that great stamp of manhood, that race of handsome looking, but stern fellows, ono sees on the canvass of Vandyj; and Velasquez, where noblo birth seems iiiuenuiy written on every lineament and proud thoughts and groat aspirations scorn throned upon their lofty brows. And now, as if to answer tho rising doubt, there no sai, tuo very typo ol that race I was re gretting. So thoroughly was ho absorbed in Ins own reflections, that I had ample op portiinity to regard him unobserved ; and with tho waywardness of a temperament that rarely needed as much temptation lo in vent a story, I was imagining what the ca reer of such a man might have been, when I fell u hand gently laid upon my shoulders. I looked up, and saw tho Colonel do Bour quony, Coninnndanl of Bruges, to whom I had brought a letter of introduction fmm old brother officer, and with whom I was that same day to dino ' en tele a trie. ' ou know him, I suppose,' said ho in a low tono of voico, as ho throw his eyes in tho direction of tho old gontleman. No ; but I confess I hayo the strongest ' Ho is a countryman of yours,' replied tuo ujionei ; and ono you may well feel proud to know. At least I think tho praiso . 11. 11 hi iii,uuu iu 11 man wnnso services, if iiijl UIU.L rii in tun 1 : ; 1 1 1 4i fii nit mu., 1 havo yet been such as to raiso tho estimation' of tlmi land in tlio mind of every ono who' lias ever known liiiu If .ho frui, be an i-l "UU TII dication of tho tiee, yours must bo no com mon land. ' Who is he, then V ' Count O'iMalion. With any other name I should add something of his services ; but bis is too great a story to bo garbled. Wait a moment, and I'll try my luck with him ; a thought has just struck mo.' Tho Colonel turned away as he spoke, and approaching tho old man, saluted him with a deference a young officer pays to ono vastly his superior in rank and station. Tho Count aroso slowly from his chair, assisting himself with both bauds, and when he bad acquired the erect position, displayed a fig ure, which, despite the work of time, was strikingly noble looking. I conl.l not hear what passed between them ; but I could see that while the Colonel appeared to press somo point with a degree of earnestness in bis manner, tho Count O'Mahon declined his entreaty, and seemed desirous to offer excuses.' ' You'll not refuso me, my dear Count, if 1 were only lo toll you what day this is." "Indeed! How so?' This is the sixteenth of February : twenty-two years ago from this very day, I won my epaulctto in your brigade.' 1 At Eylau,' said tho old man, drawing himself proudly up, ' I remember it well ; you swam tho Piegal lo carry tho orders for tho cavalry to lord tho nver and advance on IJcppcn. Aro you correct! can it really be so far back ? How short it seems.' ' Alas ! sir, the time has been long enough lor great changes. I he old man apparently did not hear tho observation, but stood as if endeavoring to remember somo circumstances ol the past men muttered in a low, hroUon voice: ' How was it? it ran thus. Do voi member the order of the day, Colonel the concluding words, I mean? I havo it I havo it. 1 Auilcht tic la Vistula comma ttu tic la tin Danube. tu milieu ties frimas tics frimas tie V hirer ctunme an ctimmciirrment tic I'ttiitomnc units serous toniours Irs stilduls 'I'Vanrais, rt les solttnts Francais tie la gramlc ttrmcc. 1 hum was a tone of elation in which he spoko these wnids, that resounded within my liuait hue the heating of a drum : and I im- agined that the old officer himself assumed, at tho instant, the poit and hearing of the parade. 'And this vou say, is the day of Elun?' repeated he in a sadder voire. ' Wefl, Co lonel, I must not refuse you. Wo are to be alone, you s iy ?' ' Ono guest only, sir,' said Do Bnuique ny ; " a young traveller passing through 'Uruges. May I hopo that will not displease you?' ' You seem to forget, mv dear Colonel,' said the Count, with a sniilu of ineffable sweetness, 'you seem to forget that ninot two is not the age which fits a man for snci ety and the pleasures of the table. You aro good enough to enduro an old man's mu,ls ol" mm '' memory, but your friend '"ay '""i "or is it so snru I could nardon him '!'r mu "uln" so- Well, well, it is not littln 'i,ie'.v 1 s'l;l" st!0 nnolher anniversary ofiJiat great day rn oo with you." With these words, tho old gentleman bowed courteously and slowly withdrew, leaving us alone to gether. 'I knew I was in luck this morning,' said tlio Colonel, gaily, ' I won every game at billiards received a dozen pleasant letters by thopost and best of all, have succeeded in getting thu Count to meet you at dinner; anil now, do not bo a moment too late four o'clock to tho instant, remember punctual ity is one of tho old General's foibles, and we must not trench on it.' Having readily promised to bo in good limo where I anticipated so much pleasure, I look loavo of my new friend, and resumed my wandering through tho town. Detei mined to bo mindful of the Colonel's caution, a few minutes beforo four o'clock I entered his quarters in the "Grand I'lace," which now was filled with the soldiers at the afternoon parade. Wo wore standing at the window, gazing tit the scene, and admiring the tableau presented by the troops and the bystanders, whoso picturesque costumes so well harmonized with ih0 rich character of tho back ground the grotesque carvings of tho old door-ways, tho pinnacled gables, the massive consoles labored witu tracery, all shone brightly in tho sotting sun when, sud denly, thu diiiins beat to qu liters, the men stood lo arms, and tho s imu instant wo per ceived tho old Count approaching from the end of (he I'lace. As ho came slowly along in front of the line, the ranks presented arms, and the drums beat tho salute; and oven at tho distance we were, it was plain to see thu gratified fooling of thu old soldier at this mark of respect ard honor. ' It is well thought of,' said I, ' to receive iiim in this fashion.' ' A more accident, nevertheless,' replied tho Colonel ; ' or rather entirely owing to himself, for ho has thought proper to put on his uniform and see, only look what a uni form it is.' I stiaincd my eyes to catch sight of him once more, nnd certainly a more striking figuro I never beheld. ' His coat of dark green, lined with white, was long and wido in tho skirts, and unornamentod savo by two largo and massive gold epaulettes ; n white vest, descending low and with flapped pock ets, was opened in front to disnl jabot of deep Valenciennes luce. Ho wore brooches of white kersoymore, and silk stork. ings clocked with gold ; and in his shoes tneiesliono two buckles, whoso brilliancy left no question ul lheirgre.it value. His cock ed hat, trimmed along the holder with ostrich ..Muiu.M, u spiayo.i a bouquet oftricolored ribhmi. Me rliil m Ln lit -.1 I . tho cross of Sr. Louis on its broad libbon ; and tho grand decoration of the legion wait attached to his coat. ' It is a uniform I have never seen before ' said Do Boiirquony, hut unquestionably it linr.i.i.ni I,!,., .....II I I .. I . ... J ' 'r T tlio limo ol Louis XIV. takin.r ,; l'lVUIII1..i llllll ,11:11.111111 llll Illlll.-W lll.'n n . uvening wan; on inn terrace at Versailles 1 'i'i, . 1 ,.r.i... . ment. and (he General Co, i fr.. .1 announced. ' Your men .coin a lit.lo dispose,, to wo,,.' II IMIUII lit II der at my costume, Colonel,' said tho Count as ho bowed with the finished grace of tho old scliool. 1 They tlid't know, perhaps, that it '.vas strictly in accordanro with their logulation.' ' It is new to me, also, Count; I never saw you wear it. ' No, my dear friend, nor havo I for more than forty years; but 1 bethought me if this wero to be, as it may in all likelihood, tho last anniversary I shall ever keep, of one of our great mid glorious days, I could not bet tcr honor the occasion than by a souvenir of my old corps. This is the uniform of the ' Irish Brigade.' ' ' Indeed,' said tho Colonel ; ' then tho oc casion is most apiopo to present a country man my friend hero.' Tho old Count's eyes sparkled, and I even thought his checks showed a heightened col or, as ho held nut a hand toward inc. 'Seventy-six years of absence, sir, havo erased every personal recollection, but have not obliterated the leva I hear my country. May I take the liberty to shako your hand it is only thus I can ever salulo'lrelaiid.' There was a graceful ease, and elegance indeed, in the air of the old Count, that im parted a charm to thu very simplest phraso: and he displayed, to tho grealcst advantage, the perfection of that courtly bearing of tho old time by divesting it of all'ils fiivolity, ami only preserving tho suave urbanity which gives all its charm. Ilisslighlly stooped fig ure, his venerable head, the scarcely percep tible tiomor nf his voice, were till" indescri bably touching; anil I feel nlmiucd at my own abortive effort to convey any adequate idea of a manner the most fascinating 1 ever remember to have met with. Tho dinner proceeded as pleasantly as such sirlall parties generally do ; and tho host ! oxorled himself to establish that feeliii" of ease between strangers which insures the Inppy flow of conversation, nnd induces a fieedom akin to actual intimacy. The old Count made many inquiries about tho places I had visited in'lho East of Eu rope, and asked for m inv persons, somo of whom I had the fortune lo meet with, nml ,,r whoso career ho heard with pleasure. In ! iij liu.il'l Willi !!C;ISUIC. Ill well known, and had passed ' ipicst days; and of theso ho ' lunna no was somo oi ms iiiippu spoko witli ardor and lueliog, recoiintiiiT 1 many anecdotes, which amusim-lv dipiclod I the varying aspects of the world a"t diflerent eras ofhis life. Do Boiirquony from time to tunc seemed disposed to give his reminiscences a turn to-1 ward's Ihe military evenls of his career ; hut the Count, either inattentive to his sugges- lions, or, as I suspected, studious lo avoid the topic, scarcely ever adverted lo them, and ihcn hut briefly. I 'And now, sir,' said O'.Mabou, 'that we have discussed Austria and Ilalv. and havo 1 wandered along tho D umbo almost to the 1 lilack rsea, te me some news of a laud far nearer and dearer to us both. What of lie land ? is she more prosperous, or richer, or happier than I knew her, in times lorn past V 1 must also speak from memory, sir a short interval, indeed, compared to tho ab sence you allude to hut I should say, that she is both richer and happier than former ly. Tho benefits of fieedom mnio widely .Liv. i t. i i . . .. uiiiiiseu imvu eogeiKieren a soci.i nine hora- Hon also ; tho condition of tho peas-inlrv has ' improved as the resources of the land havo ' mot development ; nnd a statu of thin"s. moro nearly appioximating lo that nf Eng land, has introduced innio confidence in thu aw, and more obedience to its mandaies.' 1 So far so good ; this is a happy change, and must lead to great results. But the pen-' pie how are they afiecled towaid Em-land? Has this prosperity you speak of blunted the j memory of former wrongs? Do thev desire ! lo kiss the hand that smoln ilmir slr.s ? ' Neither tiieir prosperity nor their forniv- ness have been so great as vou suspect. y nun i spuuo oi me nrst, l did so merely 111 Comparison Wil l what I have bnnid nml 1 read of their former condition, for certainly there is little to warrant tin employment of , mo piirasu uu otner grounds. In no country have 1 witnessed such poverty as in mv own; nowlieie b.ivo I seen iho sufferings" which want .urn misery engender, so great ; nor, I will add, have I ever heard of a peimle who have borne up with a moro enduring patience under evils so heart-crnshiii".' ' Yon are right, iiuito right : political privileges wero doled out si scantily as even to bo behind the requirements nf iho liniii.- I'he nation, poor and uneducated, and nnin. structed, was, in actual intelligence, iu ad vance of its rulers ; and deemed each new concession as a boon too long withheld to demand gratitude in return. It was n rnn. qured country that never confessed defeat ; while the conqueror too proud ofhis success and too contemptuous toward his foe, never bestowed a thought upon him, nor thought that tho smouldering embers could ever burst into a blaze. Tho nation should have been incorporated with England, heart and soul, at once ; there was no other course to follow ; equal laws and equal rights would havo en gendered equal loyally nod good faith." The guarranties were never equal, Count; tho allegiance lo Rome ' ' Tho allegiance to Rome,' interrupted he, smiling; 'an afTiir of ihe piiesthood.' But tho Celt never did love the Saxon,' said I, inattentive lo his former remarks, whoso spirit 1 know loo well lo dream of contradicting 5 'and when a few mmmmts since, I spoko of tho endurauro of thu peo ple, I alluded not lo political, but social evils. Tho poverty that met not benevolence to relieve, nor sympathy to soothe it ; the want, disease, and wretchedness they weio suffer ing beneath the eyes ol their own country- men the sons of iho soil, tho descendants of Ihoir own ancient families who preferred denouncing the cruelly ofEngl.ind lo making ono bold or generous "cfibrt to help tho poor.' The landloids of Ircl.iinl had a happy destiny when they chanced upon that island' said tho Count sternly. ' In Franco thuv would scarco havo met so much indulgence".' ' No, nnrbleu.'1 said Do lloiirriitcnv. ' th. 'Coniuiunistcs' nro speedy law-makeis, and tho ho.cx.ucl,tlVo 13 1,5 aw lls tl,u U'uislalivo I . I . . uT? ,7fc sTh:,lTroa;,t1S;;!;;,!i of the country where life has not an hour's purchase. These fearful crimes, published throughout Europe, are sources of s hanio and huoiiliation to many who would bo proud of t In, 1 1 pnitnlrii 1 'And are those slories wo reail in news papers, nro thoy lino?' said Do Bourqiiuny. ' Unhappily, they are too true. Thoie is much to say in palliation of resistance to laws, which often seem in bili ary, and are always severe ; but nothing can excuso the blood-thirsty spirit that deems murder the reenmponso of any wrong, real or imagin ary.' ' There is a point I never could under stand.' said Do Boiirquony, ' nor have 1 ev er heard any one attempl'tn explain. Why aro these people, who seem so sanguinary and revengeful at home, abroad, so totally the opposite? What is theio in the air of Ireland that converts the gay, dashing fellow, wo know him here, into that hai barons mon ster, who shoots a man as ho would a mad dog V ' Nor will you ever understand it. mv dear Colonel,' said Iho Count, ' till you "know something nf Irish ch uacter the strangest human compound that ever was formed so full nf seeming contradictions, and yet so pcrferily harmonious.' Do your novelists instruct ono on this head?' i lear not nmcii,' said I, to wliom the question was addressed. ' bay rather not at all,' interposed the Count. ' Never was there a land which has so little reason to ho graceful to its chroni clers ; never was a country so defamed bv Its descrihers.' ' Come, come. Count,' said I. ' you suic- i i . . . - . ly lurget one, whose grateful stones ol her J'onntry have done great and good service to Its cause whoso poilr.iiture of character is lieauliliilly true and correct, and who has in vested even tho quiet monotony of life in the middle classes of society, wiih the strongest interests, and elicited the traits of a people by touches the most delicate and beautiful.' 'The authoress on allude to has done all tins, and more. She has never, while (Ionic ting her countrymen, descended to any undue . t, lin n, ni.flL;miru in mn HilUlli; "allery ofhis high qualities, still less detracted "m '''s merits for the sake of effect. ao monsters ol crime or vntue have flowed '''"m '";r pen content to paint from the life, she presents inn portrait witnont exaggera- lion ol any Kind. I hey who value moving mil exciting events, or incidents of hit dv wrought power, may deem these things lame; 11111 ",0 ""thiol will live when these wild ex- ! cl'rscences ofexuherant fancy hive withered i ,() ''ucay. I never meant to include her in "iy censure. What I would condemn is the habit of your writers to seize on certain trails ! small and insignificant ficqiicntlv and'by! 1'IL'5'-' endeavor to convey a portraiture of the ' P''ople. Tin) same spiiit of conouest that ! brought tho adventurer over to liel.ind to burn, nnd slay, and enact forfeiture of thu soil, has made his successor, the Anglo Hibernian, derive his profit of thn people, by exhibiting them in a false and iinnatuin! light. Tho veiy Siiine tyianny is as conspicuous in the one case as in the other. The Iiishmen was the Helot, whose drunken gambols should amus" the pampered appetite nf his ruler his hufibonry was the stuck i.i tiade of every farce writer bis blundering nil, the staplu uvi'i'y jr"!t against him. Expressions, " 'l'c'1 c,ul-bt their character and feeling from being the transcripts of thought in his own native I. ingu igc, were lidiculed for their ah-1 surdity; and the very poetry ofhis nature 1 made a sarcnin against him." j 1 How little do thev know of Ireland and . 'Is people who lognrd the strong current of native drollery and humor as the basis of the national character. No people of Europe have mote slronglv mai ked tho features of melancholy in their temperament th in the Irish. Ii is the characteristic of their nation al literature, of their music, of all their Ira- I dilions: their gesture., their idioms, their iihitp. :i hetiviv this Hut it cimi.1,1 .1... insolent pride of the conqueror that they snoulo amuse him at the least, whom ho had vanquished in thu held. The jest which bioku in bitterness from a sm rowing heait, was received as tho mirthful olfering of one w ho felt no shamo in his degradation. What other impressions havo your drain itists or tale writers ever conveyed than this; and even when thev havo endeavored to clothe noble sentiments and honorablo feelings in tlio dress of national idiom, what has been tho result has thu sneer or the scoff been less? Sir Lucius O'Tiiggor was intended by Sheridan to represent a m in of high and honorablo motives his pcculi.ii ilies, such as they were, dwelt on to elicit a favorable im pression of his frankness and candor; and even bis passion for duelling (the most repre hensible trail about him) was painted more as the vice of an age than nf a people. Ycl, bow is bo invariably represented, and how would any deviation from such a standard bo received by the public? Tho poltroon, Acres, tho wretched mixture of insufferable conceit and cowardice, is less tho Buffo of tho piece than tho Irish gentleman. An English standard was set up, to which every thing must conform iu morals, in manners', and in taste; every deviation from which was stigmatized as Irish, and being Irish, as vulgar. The native eloquenre of her speak crs was pronounced bombast thn glowing imaginations and teeming fancies of her ora tors were a jest and giho mining her mure cold-tompered neigbhois: all this one might fur.'ivc or forget, hot how paidon the whole sale calumny that held n wlit.lo people up o scorn that could find no other features to describe in a nation than the reckless merri ment, which momentary excitement throw uppermost, as the volcano 11 islies in fitful brilliancy, uhilu tho thunders aiu preparing their work of destruction beneath. Such was ever tho nature or that wit, so eminently Irish iu cliiracter. It was tho sardonic spirit of a man wrestling with his ill-foi tune, and daring lo jest when any other would have grieved in silence. Tbo'iuady leply, the ever pres ent repartee had iis source in a mind lung conversant wiin its own thoughts, and a fin cy soaring 1 aboVo every ill victorious.' These wero I ho slores your writers drow up on, when they gave the Irishman to tho world as the Inifi'uim of 1 1 hi novel and drama. In thusaniu way, they ciiuld see nothing iu the sudden and violent outbreaks of his passion than tho lilful vehemence of the savage. They would not wait to consider tho man in his trials nnd temptations, in his ignorance and want unliiended, unheeded, pained with real, maddened with supposed wrongs ; his oxporienco of tho world suggesting dis trust and oppression, and his traditions all tolling of a timn when his forefathers wero tho owners of that soil bo now tilled as a serf. They would not sloop to know or think of theso things ; they wcro satisfied with the straws that marked the conr.se of the stream, they never cared for the depth of the current that tan beneath. ' But stranger than nil this, no novelist has thought of Ireland as a theme for historical stoiy, yot what hind has experienced such an eventful history ? Whero havo fiieh ele ments entered en scene so well contrasted, so stiongly inaikcd in every feature of differ ence 1 ho native pi nice among his follow ers, tho stranger baron with his retainuis, the Anglo Irish exaggerating in his person every vice ol either ; the Cell and the Norman, the Priest and tho Laic, the crafty.sl.itesman and ercd complexion, bespoke the extremity of the doughty warrior, wero all then;, amid a i age, yet his manners were firm, and ho nev chaos of crumbling civilization, and the or forgot for a moment the calm propriety foundation of a now order of things scenery, of his demeanor. By his side stood a wo- story, costume, strange usages, every thing, in fact, that can contribute to embellish fie- mncli ol tho beauty, r.nd all the dignified ele tion, and make tho task of iho novelist as , gance of former days. She stood einrt, and instinctive as amusing; and vet these stores lay neglected and forgotton, wluld men tax man, who leaned heavily upon hei's. Tho their ingenuity to frame events, and their oilier rested upon tho neck of a fair young imaginations to conceive characters. girl a more girl not apparently more than "There Invu been writeis of latter years, ' ten years old, whose tear-swollen ees wero whoso vigorous portraitures of native char- j fixed on her mother's face, with the Sad and acter, so far as I have read, seem true and , touching melancholy of childish grief. They faithful ; but with them the partisn has often . spoke not much together , once, as tho wag had the mastery above the novelist; and , on slopped where I stood, I heard the old though, perhaps, I might agree with many of man murmur words of patience and encour tho opinions advanced, I nevercould consent agenient to his companion ; as he spoke sho to their introduction in situations to which ! turned her eyes towards the child she ga they weio unsuitod. 1 speak of these, of , zed on that fair young face, and nli a molh coursc, with diffidence ; indeed, my acquin-1 ur's love beamed in her eye the trial was tancu with so much of English literatuic as almost loo groat her lip quivered, her face bore reference to Ireland, "ended with tho prow moro deadly pale, but in a moment, by life of a dear fiiond and brother officer, who U strong efibit, sho banished from her look fell at the battle of Champ-Aubert. Poor ' every appearance of weakness. Sho raised fellow! bo was happy in so much as ho ni!V-i her eyes to heaven her lips moved and or witnessed Fonlainobloao or Walotloo." I 'ben as if her prayer had been answered, she The old Count, whoso excitement bad turned a bright and smiling look on her ht sustained him hithcito, and supplied .strength tlo innocent, smoothed back tho curling hair for an effort above his natural forces, now which clustered around that lovely forehead, sank back in his chair,wcaried and exhausted, and thu mother imprinted one long fond kiss ' Colonel,' said be, after a pause which we o" the brow of her child, felt no inclination to break ; ' and you, my Tho wagon passed on, nnd I inquired the young countryman, may I ask your pardon mime of tho victim whoso appearance bad so for tliis piece of an oid man's'garrulity. interested me. It was Malesherbes the You yourself are, however, to blame ; you honest and able minister tlio undadnted ad f tai led a topic which for years past has hiin vocate the kind and true friend or Louis in my heart, and is associated, in one respect, Capet accompanied by his daughter; tho with the very happiest hours of my life. I Marchioness Ruebambo, and her child, about alluded a few moments since to a comrade, to die on the scaflbld ! But the child I Sure the Colonel Derinzy he was my aid-de- "y 'bey would not murder the child ! Why camp for somo years ; and wo amused our- not Thu old man's crime was his inno selves, in the dullness of garrison life, and -i'ncc and purity of character; how then fortress duty, by compiling a number of sto- C0lbl tho child escape? The wagon was ries. Of some, history, of otheis, memory, 'lravvn beforo the guillotine, and all was soon and of others again, mere fancy supplied thu ready for the first execution. Malesherbes material. Poor pet form.mces they were, stood nearest the steps, and was about to but they amused hours that would otherwise dVscund, when a savage voice cried out, have hung heavily on our hands, besides that "'bo child first I" Tho old man would they formed ono last link to the land of our ''j1 remonstiated, but his child checked bit lb. The history of their composition ! bim " 'tis hut for a moment," she raised niisht, perhaps, have mnio interest than any thing in thu fictions themselves. Many "a scene was wiitton under circumstances, and in places, sulhciently strange and remote to excite curiosity and astonishment ; some on tho eve of battle some at the outposts, when a threatened attack could not damp our ardor respecting a f.ivoiito character. One whole tale was written during the Siege of Danlzic another was finished beneath the walls of the Cromliii. I do not know whether these cir cumstances gave any coloring to the stories in their course ; I should perhaps say not; at least, we felt at tho lime of writing as though wo wero still iu tho Green Isle, and treading the very green hills and valleys we were describing.' And what became of them, Count they wero not lost, I hope ?' ' No ; tho haversack that onco held them in my baggage-train contains them still. 1 looked over them a few days since, but the ink has faded and my eyesight too, and so I could not decypher the lines as I wished. The companion of my labors, however, is gone, and I confess, old as I am, thosighl of them made my heart heavy tho whole day af ter.' I havo now, my dear reader, presented you with iho subslance of a conversation which, if unhappily too prolix, my own apology is the interest I felt in it at the lime. A word more nnd I have done. Tho pleasure 1 felt in the old Count's society inclined mu lo delay mv depaituro forabovu a week, dining which I spent several hours of each day with him. Thu last evening of my stay, when I went lo lake my loavo of him, he presented me with tho haversack containing his MSS. as a sou venir ofhis regard. At my age,' said he, smiling, ' one cannot afibid lung time to form a friendship. Short as oiirinlimacy has been, I havo seen enough to liko hi you. These old papers will amuse somo leisure hours at ono (lay or other, and if ever you deem them worthy to see thn light, I h ive only lo bargain that il shall not be, un til my eyes aro closed to it for ever.' Such is my last Confession, and such tho sourcu of a series of stories, tho first of which I purpose presenting lo jnuin the ensuing number of this Magazine", when I shall ask your kind indulgence for tiid Nf.vn.t.r.s or o mirktstow.v, A Talo of 17G0. Tho first part is ontirelv iu Dminzv's wri. ting, tho latter chapters bear tho impress of O'Mahon's. 1 Onu word more. Il is a somewhat com mon practicu in our davand one from whoso sin I cannot allogclhcr exoneratoiin self fur writers lo bo tho solo uulhnrs of works of which they nnnnunro tbeniselver the editors. Such, I beg distinctly nnd explicitly lo stale, is not tho case hero; audit is only because thu picture) is mil yet before the world, that I have need lo assure them thai my weak and trembling hand could never have piodurcd thn broad lights and shadows of Irish life vlucli those liriions exhibit ; nnd with this as. siirance, I desire to write nil self, gratefully noiiis, H.Minv L'ii:ni.(;ii;u, Ti.Mri.r.oarr, M.iyL'l, ISM. A SCENE OF THE FRENCH REV OLUTION. The revolution in France, which occurred upwards of fifty years ago, was occasioned by thu oppiessions of tho Government on an ignorant people. Popery uiislhe establish ed religion, The king, the nobles and tlio priests were united to support each other in their despotism over the nation. When thu people could bear it no longer, lliey rose in a body, and destroyed both Government and Religion together. A set of wicked men ob tained the control of the Revolution; nnd they erected a guillotine with which they cut off tho heads of tho king and many olheis who favored him. Must dreadful cruelties were perpetrated on innocent perrons mere ly herausu tli-y were related to the king's friends. The following interesting sketch gives a view of one of the scenes which oc curred at that time. Louis C.ipel, mention ed in tho story, was the name of tin; king. Among those the most leniiirk.ible, was a venerable old man, whose bent figure, thin white hair, high wrinkled foieliead, and uith- man now no longer young, but ictaining 1 supported without efibit thu arm nt tho old lllu rhild in her arms, and banded it to tho or.eculioner. Thu little creature, fiightened uy lMU savage looks of the man, cried out, " Don t leave me come with me don't leave me." I will not leave vou. mv rhihl I will ho with you in a moment." Tho child was pacified, and tho mother turned towards her aged parent and buried her faco in his neck ; be bent forward until his while hair llowed over her shoulders. Thus they saw nothing yet they were so near that they must have heard" the jerk of the string that luojed the ponderous axe and its clat ter as it fell. A strung shudder shook tho frame of the mother, but w len the execu tioner called out " now for the woman," sho raised her placid face from her father's neck kissed his cheek " for a brief moment, farewell, my father." Sho stepped with n light, firm iread from tho wagon, mounted the scaflbld, and in a moment she was with her child. Malesherbes cime next ; be had summon ed all his energies for the last sreno in his life's drama, and played it nobly. Never in tho proudest days "of his power had iho minister looked or moved with a loftier dig nity. With a wavo ofhis hand ho repulsed thu rude advanro of onu of the guardj who would hive assisted hh descent from tho wagon. Self-sustained iu body as in mind, be advanced slowly lo the scaflbld -even the fiends allowed him lo place himself unassist ed upon the pli'.tforin. They would havo bound him, hut he gave a forbidden look ; it was enough ; the executioner retired ; the plank was pushed forward ; and for a mo ment the old man must have seen, in the basket below, tho heads of bis children. Tho ndditienal pang, if it was one, was short ; the executioner jerked the string; and nil was over. Presbyterian. DUTCH BUTTER. The Dutch Butter is celebrated for ils ex cellence. After havingmilked their cows, they loavo their milk to get quite cold beforo they puf it iu tho pans. When placed thereinj they do not permit it to stand for the cream to rise moru than about four hours. Thev then stir it together more intimately, to coni" hino the milk and cream, and continue thus id do at least two or three limes a day. If it bo agitated in this manner, as occasional ly happens, till the whole be quite thick, tho butter thus obtained is the more highly es teemed. As soon as it acquires tlio usual consistency, it is churned commonly about an hour, till tho butter begins to fonii : cold water is then added, proportioned lo tho quantity of milk, for tho purpose of facilita ting the separation of ihu buttermilk. Tho butler being propoily come, it is taken from tho churn, nml repeatedly washed and knea ded in fiesh water, till the buttermilk is all oxprcssed, and it no lunger retains any lingo of while. By this simple mode, not only fir more butler is obtained from tho sumo quantity of milk than iu any other way, hut tho butter itself is firmer, seetcr, and ron linues longer fresh than iho generality ( butler, while iho bullciuiilk isiuliniuK iporu agreeable to ihe p il.ite.

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