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word of what you say can be understood here from the smallness of your voice, however elegant and large your ideas may be."

Mr. Busby requested a hearing, and proceeded for some time longer. Frequent interruptions, however, marred all his efforts, and without reaching the conclusion of his Address, he may be , said to have ended as he began.

We subjoin a few of the introductory lines of the good Doc. tor's monologue, as a faithful specimen of the whole.

When energizing objects men pursue,
What are the prodigies they cannot do?
A magic edifice you here survey,
Shot from the ruins of the other day!
As Harlequin had smote the slumberous heap:
And bade the rubbage to a fabric leap.
Yet at the speed you'd never be amazed,
Knew you the zeal with which the pile was rais'd:
Nor ever here your smiles would be represt,
Knew you the rival fiume that fires our breast.
Flame! fire and fame! sad, heart-appalling sounds,
Dread metaphors, that ope our healing wounds
A sleeping pang awake-and-
With all reflections that would cloud the day
That this triumphant, brilliant prospect brings;
Where Hope, reviving re-expands her wings:
Where generous joy exults--where duteous ardour springs.

-But away



[From La Belle Assemblée.] The Empress Maria Louisa, on her arrival at Compiegne, was very much astonished to find in her apartments the very same furniture as in those she occupied at Vienna. Berthier had got all packed up and sent by post-carriages. He was present when Maria Louisa was so agreeably surprised, and received her thanks for that attention. He immediately replied, that he had only executed the Emperor's orders. “ I supposed so, Sir, said her majesty to him, “but I ought to thank you for your zeal, in so well fulfilling the smallest intentions of my husband.” Berthier had carried the gallantry of Bonaparte so far as to send 'off many animals, amongst which was a canary, which


delightfully, and to which Maria Louisa was very partial.

When Bonaparte was alone for the first time with his young wife, we may well imagine he made her the strongest protestations, as is the custom of all newly married men. He said amongst many other fashionable sentiments, that he should esteem himself the happiest of men, if, by his attentions to prevent her smallest wishes, he should succeed in rendering him

self worthy of her love. Maria Louisa answered, that that would not be very difficult, since she had loved him before she knew him. Bonaparte, notwithstanding the suavity with which that assurance must have filled his heart, appeared incredulous, and told her, “I thank you for the flattering compliment you have the goodness to make me, and I beg you to believe, I shall neglect nothing to deserve it.”—“ I tell you only what I really think," replied Maria Louisa. “ I am of a family in which the love of glory is hereditary, and you have acquired so much of it, that my avowal ought nut to be suspected.” We are assured, that at these words, Bonaparte could no longer conceal his feelings, that he threw himself at the knees of the Empress, who hastily raised him up; they tenderly embraced, and swore to one another an eternal attachment. As Bonaparte's happiness would have been imperfect, if this had not been known, he took the first opportunity of relieving his mind, by imparting the ad. venture to Berthier, Duroc, and other confidants, who each in their part caused this communication to be rapidly circuiated that the public might be informed of it.

Upon Maria Louisa's arrival at Paris, she was visited by the most distinguished personages of the ancient court. ihe high pobility of the Fauxbourg St. Germain, till then invincible, and who had pertinaciously refused all Bonaparte's invitations, could not resist the satisfaction of imparting to an Austrian Archduchess, the deep regret which they had felt for these fifteen years, at the dreadfůl catastrophe of her august aunt." It is in vain, answered that princess, that we seek to oppose the decrees of Providence. Too much goodness brought my unfortunate relations to the scaffold. It is possible that my husband and myself may experience the same fate, but it is certain it will be from another motive.” The dignified tone of the Empress, a profound sigh which escaped her, and some tears which so sorrowful a recollection drew from her, gave the whole assembly a very high idea of the nobleness of her character, of the justness of her understanding, and the sensibility of her soul.

The following anecdote serves to prove that Bonaparte does not frighten all the world. Whilst he was visiting the quays at Boulogne, the Empress wos taking an airing in a boat in the interior of the port; she even went as far as the Estran. On her return, she perceived Bonaparte, who was waiting for her. On quitting the vessel, her foot slipped, and she would have fallen down, if General Vandamme, who held her hand, had not supported her, by putting his arm round her waist. Bonaparte, who was at about ten paces distant with the engineer, perceived the accident; he ran up, and said rather angrily, “ What! do you not yet know, Madam, how to use your feet properly?" Maria

Louisa, without being disconcerted at this apostrophe, looked at him steadily, and said jocularly, “ To hear you speak thus, Sir, would not one think that you never made a false step in your life?" This reproach was made in that tone, mixed with sweetness and dignity, which can only be acquired by an union of the favours of nature and the benefits of superio education. Bonaparte felt how much he was in the wrong, a'd although little accustomed to such remonstrances, he replid very submissively, “ I beg, Madam, you will excuse my abruptness, and only attribute it to the fear occasioned by the idea of the harm å fall might do you."-"Since that is the case," said the Empress, still smiling, “ I forgive you; give me your arm.” So much good nature forced the Corsican bear to smoothen his countenance, so far as to show his yellow teeth, a thing which very seldom happened to him at Boulogne since his nomination as Emperot. A painter might have made a very interesting picture in catching at that moment the features of those two perSonages. Bonaparte is very ugly; but to form a just idea of him, one must have seen him by the side of Maria Louisa, of whom we cannot give a truer description, than by observing that she is in beauty and graces what Bonaparte is in brutality of tone and coarse maoners. The anecdote I have just cited happened at Boulogne, on the 25th of May 1810. Although without guards, Bonaparte and the Empress passed through an immense crowd, who cried out with enthusiasm, Long live the Empress, but they tarely heard the cry of Long live the Emperor. If he had been alone, he would have taken care not to have gone out without being preceded and followed by a crowd of generals and officers. He sufficiently knows the gallant character of the French, to be well convinced that Maria Louisa is a better safeguard to him than all his Cuirassiers and Polish lancers; which serves to prove that the assassination of Lewis the Sixteenth and Maria Antoinette ought alone to be attributed to a few villanous and venal souls, and that the French nation is inpoceot of it; the experience of several ages proves, that no people surpass the French in their love for their sovereigns.

THE ORIGINAL BLUE BEARD. As this extraordinary personage has long been the theme, not only of children's early study and terror, and as no afterpiece had ever a greater run than that splendid and popular musical entertainment which bears the title of Blue Beard, our readers will, no doubt, be gratified in perusing the character of Vol. I. New Series.


that being, who really existed, and who was distinguished, in horror and derision, by that appellation.

He was the famous Gilles, Marquis de Laval, a Marshal of France, and a General of uncommon intrepidity, and greatly distinguished himself in the reigns of Charles the VI. and VII. by his courage; particularly against the English, when they invaded France. He rendered those services to his country which were sufficient to immortalize his name, had he not for ever tarnished his glory by the most horrible and cruel murders, blasphemies, and licentiousness of every kind. His revenues were princely, but his prodigality was sufficient to render an Emperor a bankrupt. Wherever he went he had in his suite a seraglio, a company of players, a band of musicians, a society of sorcerers, an almost incredible number of cooks, packs of dogs of various kinds, and above two hundred led horses. Mezeray, an author of the highest repute, says, that he encouraged and maintained men, who called themselves sorcerers, to discover hidden treasures, and corrupted young persons of both sexes to attach themselves to him, and afterwards killed them for the sake of their blood, which was requisite to form his charms and incantations. These horrid excesses may be believed, when we reflect on the age of ignorance and barbarity in which they were, certainly, but too often practised. He was, at length, for a state crime against the Duke of Brittany, sentenced to be burnt alive in a field at Nantes, 1440; but the Duke of Brittany, who was present at his execution, so far mitigated the sentence, that he was first strangled, then burnt, and his ashes buried. Though he was descended from one of the most illustrious families in France, he declared, previous to his death, that all his horrible excesses were owing to his wretched education.

Fashionable Magazine.


[From the Sporting Magazine, for September, 1812. ] To the Editor,

SIR,—The following account of the hospitality of the Elauts, as related in Mr. Morier's entertaining and interesting“ fourney through Persia, Armenia, and Asia Minor, to Constantinople," reminds us so much of those delightful sketches of the primitive manners so beautifully and so frequently delineated in Sacred History, that it cannot but prove highly gratifying to the generality of your readers. I am, Sir, &c.


“ We travelled an hour and a half, in one of the clearest and most beautiful mornings that the heavens ever produced; and passing on our left the two villages of Dizzeh and KizzilDizzeh, we came to an opening of a small plain, covered with the black tents and cattle of the Elauts. Here also we had a view of Mount Ararat; the clouds no longer rested on its summit, but circled round it below. We went to the largest tent in the plain, and there enjoyed an opportunity of learning that the hospitality of these people is not exaggerated. As soon as it was announced at the tent that strangers were coming, every thing was in motion: some carried their horses to the best pastures, others spread carpets for us; one was dispatched to the flock to bring a fat lamb; the women immediately made a preparation for cooking, and we had not sat long before two large dishes of stewed lamb, with several basins of Yaourt, were placed before us. The senior of the tribe, an old man (by his own account, indeed, more than eighty five years of age), dressed in his best clothes, came out to us, and welcomed us to his tent, with such kindness, yet with such respect, that his sincerity could not be mistaken. He was still full of activity and fire, although he had lost all his teeth, and his beard was as white as the snow on the venerable mountain near his tent. The simplicity of his manners, and the interesting scenery around, reminded me, in the strongest colours, of the life of the Patriarchs, and more immediately of Him, whose history is inseparable from the mountains of Ararat. Nothing indeed could accord better with the spot, than the figure of our ancient host. His people were a part of the tribe of Jelalee, and their principal seat was Brivan, but ranged through the country:

“ And pastur'd on from verdant stage to stage,
Where fields and fountains fresh could best engage.
Toil was not then: of nothing took they heed;
But with wild beasts the sylvan war to wage,
And o'er vast plains their herds and flocks to feed:
Blest sons of nature they! true golden age indeed."

Castle of Indolence.


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