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"What is it?" inquired Mr. Doo, in a low voice, of his assistant. "A Turk who moves his eyes," replied Titus. "That will do," said Roderick, speaking loud. bar Khan!"

"Portrait of Ak

This was received with great applause by all the audience, except a little child in front, who began to cry, and was immediately shaken into silence.

"The next is a sea-side place, with ships," said Ledbury, holding the slide between his eyes and the field of the lantern to see what was on it.

"The Harbour of Chusan!" cried Mr. Doo, as the Turk dissolved into the new object.

"I think it's meant for Margate," mildly hinted Mr. Ledbury; "yes, there are the windmills."

"Hush!" said Roderick, "it will do just as well. the next?"

Now, what is "It is a cottage and a tree. I can't make anything else out of it." "Birthplace of Robert Bloomfield!" cried Mr. Doo.

"I don't think it is very like it," whispered Ledbury. "I have a view at home which is quite different."

"We can't be far out," returned Mr. Doo, in the same low tone. "All the poets of that class-Shenstone, Burns, Bloomfield, and Co. were born in the same kind of houses. I know them well. Little mud hovels, with two windows and a door. Go on." "I can't see this one very plainly," said Ledbury. some fortifications, and a tower.”

"It looks like

"Push it in," replied Mr. Doo, finishing a clandestine glass of wine. "Citadel and ramparts of Ghuznee!" he continued aloud.

"That's Windsor Castle!" cried Master Wheeler in front, who lived at Datchet, and was perfectly acquainted with the view, proud of being able to set the lecturer right.

To this piece of gratuitous information succeeded a scuffle in the dark, between the usher and Master Wheeler, together with an extempore discussion upon the subject of academical discipline, as connected with the cane; one party demonstrating it practically, and the other objecting to it theoretically.

Order being restored, a few more scenes were exhibited, and Mr. Doo was just on the point of dissolving Milan Cathedral, which he had designated as the new Houses of Parliament, into a view of the Thames Tunnel, with a gentleman in a bright-blue coat walking up the centre, which could not very well be mistaken for anything else, when a fresh disturbance amongst the audience caused him to pause for an instant in his descriptions. The lights were suddenly turned on, and the librarian of the institution descended from the top bench of the theatre, and whispered something to the vice-president. And then the vice-president's face betrayed much astonishment, and he cast a severe and scrutinizing glance first at Mr. Ledbury, and then at Mr. Doo, who had pulled up the transparent screen to see what was the matter; after which he begged the patience of the audience for a few seconds, and left the lecture-room. All this was so very mysterious that the curiosity of the company was excited in a most singular manner; and this was not lessened when the vice-president re-appeared, ushering two policemen into the theatre-not common, rustic constables, but real London alphabetical policemen, with the

proper badges round their arms, and shiny tops to their hats. These individuals were at first presumed to have something to do with the entertainments of the evening by the majority of the spectators, who were, however, undeceived when the officers advanced towards Mr. Doo, and one of them said with much suavity,

"I must trouble you, sir, to come along with us."

The whole transaction was so rapid, that before Mr. Ledbury and the rest of the audience had recovered from their surprise, the policemen had conducted the thunder-stricken lecturer from the theatre. At the door of the institution a chaise was waiting to receive them, and in two hours from the last dissolving-view Mr. Roderick Doo was lodged in one of those secure apartments which the government, with its usual liberality, provides gratuitously for all who require them; and to which entrance may be obtained at all hours of the night, in the neighbourhood of Bow Street, being very centrically situated, and close to both the large theatres, and other places of public amusement.

Edinburgh.

THE MANIAC'S RHAPSODY.

THE night-breeze is sighing round field and bower
With a dread and hollow tone,

And sadly o'er castle, and crag, and tower,

Resoundeth its dismal moan;

And-heard ye yon wild and wailing scream?
'Tis the shrieking of murdered men.
Oh merrily glanceth the knife's cold gleam,
In the depth of the raven's glen.

Dash on, thou deep, dark stream, dash on!
"Twixt banks of emerald green,

I love to list to your gurgling groan,
And gaze on your sparkling sheen,

And fain would I ride on your bonny blue wave
Adown to the wild, wild sea,

But the kelpie would bear me away to his cave,
His bride and his slave to be.

Aha! I see you, my maiden moon,

As you creep through yon ruin'd hall,

You cannot escape,—I will catch you full soon
In some chink of its ivied wall.

You are mine! you are mine, my damsel bright!
Ah, faithless! you've stolen away,

To dance and to dally on meadow and height,
Or wanton 'mid woodland spray.

But, sooth, I love the stars better than you,

Far away in the cold clear skies,

Where they twinkle and gleam from their concave blue,
A cluster of angels' eyes;

And I think that a God beyond doth dwell,

And my heart beats quick and glad ;

But a fiend holds my brain in his hideous spell,

And I know that I am mad!

K. J.

447

LIFE IN HANOVER.

BY DUDLEY COSTELLO.

CONCLUSION.

We met we gazed; I saw, and sigh'd;
She did not speak, and yet replied.

Махерра.

It is unnecessary to dwell upon the manner in which Denham was received by the Duke, or detail the congratulations offered by Von Hartig, and those who had backed him. His own thoughts turned towards the fair Armgart; and it was with much pleasure that he listened to the Duke's invitation to dine at the table appropriated for those of high rank, the military, &c., and at which strangers uninvited could not present themselves, although it was nominally a public one. Here he felt certain he should see her again, and possibly obtain an introduction; if so, he might reckon upon engaging her to dance with him at the bal champêtre, which was to be held that night in the Blumenfeld gardens.

The last race being over, though scarcely more than two o'clock, the company were breaking up fast, and driving towards Celle; about half a mile from which the marquees were pitched for the numerous dinners now in readiness. Of course, the warmest to felicitate him on the result of the race were his English friends; and Templewell did so with an earnestness and hilarity which manifested very plainly that teetotalism formed no portion of his creed.

"Well!" exclaimed he, " where are we to dine? Shall it be at the inn, or amongst those tents ?"

Denham explained how he was situated; at which Templewell at first shrugged his shoulders; then, turning to Saville and Sir Nicholas, said, "Well, we can be jolly, at any rate; let us go to the Wirthstafel, where the citizens are, with their wives and daughters: it will be quite as pleasant as among the grandees, — and we can meet again in the evening."

They did not, however, separate until they reached the marquees, when Denham, introduced by Von Hartig, who extended the invitation to Saville, entered the privileged arena. But Saville declined leaving Sir Nicholas and Templewell, and the three therefore wended their way to the table-d'hôte of their choice. When Denham entered the pavilion, which was very gaily decorated for the occasion with flags, and flowers, and appropriate devices, he looked about him eagerly, and was not long in perceiving his colours at the further extremity, where a number of ladies and gentlemen were clustered. Having ascertained from Von Hartig that he was acquainted with almost everybody there, he claimed the favour of certain introductions.

"Willingly," said the aide-de-camp; "to whom do you wish to be presented?"

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"There is a tall, middle-aged lady, rather embonpoint, I think her name is Von Bortfeld-and-and-her dau-the-the lady-the young lady that is with her."

"What! the Fräulein Armgart!-so!-oh! yes; with much plea

sure; they are connexions of mine. You have a good eye; her mother is the most agreeable woman, and she is decidedly the prettiest girl, in the room.", So saying, he led Denham to the spot where they were standing, and the usual formalities ensued. If Armgart blushed, and Denham felt slightly confused, it is scarcely to be wondered at. "Ach, sare!" said Madame von Bortfeld; who, accustomed to the society of the English in Hanover, liked always to speak their tongue, though she was less successful in the attempt than the generality of her country women, ach, sare! we must congratulate you; you shall race vary handsom. Mein Gott! you have make jomp your horse as one angel. He leap over de hordel like one cat. Aber poor Ludwig! he shall get his tombles. Where is your cousin, Armgart? have you saw him?"

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"No; poor fellow !" replied her daughter, "not since he led his horse away; but he was not hurt; so we may fairly laugh at his mishap, especially as we gain so much by it. Adelaide, and Lottchen, and I, each win half-a-dozen pairs of gloves. The consequences would have been terrible if he had won.”

Denham raised his eyes inquiringly.

"I hope," said he, "you did not bet him any very long odds. Though I am ignorant what they were, I feel very much tempted to ask to share the risk in any future speculations."

"You have quite earned the right to do so," returned Armgart, "from having ridden so well. Is it long since you left England?" Denham was about to answer, when Madame von Bortfeld exclaimed, "Come; the Duke has arrived. We shall be happy if you join our party. Come you, too, Von Hartig. Poor Ludwig! I wonder where he been?"

It seemed to Denham that Armgart, as she took his proffered arm, did not share in her mother's solicitude.

Need we say that he felt himself as happy now as any young man similarly situated could possibly be. He had fallen deeply in love; was seated beside his mistress; and it was evident she did not look upon him with aversion. He did not lose his time; but whether he ate any dinner or not, for the life of him he could never afterwards remember. All he was conscious of was, that the two hours which he thus passed, though the briefest, seemed the happiest of his existence; and, when the party broke up, the only distinct impression he had of anything was, that Armgart had promised to dance with him at the Blumenfeld gardens that evening.

THE BALL AND ITS CONSEQUENCES.

"A battle and a ball resemble each other very closely."

Vide Duke of Wellington's Despatches.

WHEN the dinner-party broke up, Denham made the best of his way to the marquee, where his English friends had agreed to dine. It was not far off; and the somewhat obstreperous mirth which broke from it easily directed his footsteps. The noise of song was loud; and, as he drew nearer, he recognised the familiar tones of the baronet chanting a stave, which, if not exactly like those of Hafiz, or Anacreon, in praise of wine, was certainly no less commendatory of the virtues of that "familiar creature" strong beer. Such of our

readers as may have received their education at the University of Cambridge, will at once recognise the verse, which, for unity of design, terseness of expression, and loyalty of sentiment, is unequaled in the annals of song. The chorus, which was admirably sustained by Messieurs Templewell and Saville, did honour to the strength of their lungs.

The scene which greeted Denham on entering the marquee was significant of the poetical effusion just adverted to. At a table apart from the rest of the company,-who, for the most part, were busily engaged in smoking,-sat the three worthies; and behind the chair of one of them, half-shrinking from the light, and yet unwilling to leave the spot, stood a female figure, whom Denham quickly recognised as the conditorinn of the Leine Strasse the pretty Doretta. Along the table was ranged a long file of small black bottles, once filled with Dublin stout, but now empty; and every five minutes added another to the number. There were already upwards of thirty of these sturdy recipients of strong drink; and, from the manner in which the sentiments of the song was practically applauded, it appeared likely that the line would" stretch to the crack of doom," if the sitters could swallow till then. It would be superfluous to hint that perfect sobriety was not the order of the evening. The approach of Denham was greeted by a loud shout from his friends, while consternation seemed to sit upon the countenances of the natives at beholding what they conceived to be the addition of another bass voice to the manly chorus, which so recently had made the welkin ring. Doretta looked imploringly, expressive of her anxiety that Templewell should drink no more; and Denham resolved to try and prevent him. But he might as well have tried to stop the current of a rapid river. Templewell was in that mood in which every suggestion for pursuing a particular line of conduct is invariably met by the adoption of an opposite course. ronet's condition was no less equivocal; but the symptoms manifested themselves chiefly in hilarious expressions, and a proneness to cultivate the powers of his voice. Saville was, perhaps, the least affected of the party; but there was a gleam in his eye, and an occasional burst of eloquent objurgation against the sober world in general, and certain smoking individuals in particular, that showed all was not quiet within; and the prevalent tone of the three bacchanals under the influences which we have described, made the probability of a "row" in the course of the evening, by no means

remote.

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It was useless for Denham, under these circumstances, to ask for advice in the course he proposed to follow; and he clearly saw, that if he had any project in view, he must trust to himself for putting it in execution. He made no apology, therefore, for quitting the marquee; but quickly withdrew in the direction of the town of Celle. As he was passing by a small gasthaus, a half-opened door revealed to him the figure of Stumps, the Duke of Brunswick's jockey, amusing himself with a pipe, and laying down the law to a small circle of attentive listeners. "The very man," thought Denham, "for my purpose;" and, putting his head into the room, he beckoned to him to leave the house. Stumps speedily obeyed; and, leading him aside, a brief, but animated conversation ensued, in a low tone; at the conclusion of which, an attentive ear might have caught

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