story of her being enceinte is a fabrication, to injure the cause of Henry V.; and the letter, in which she declares ber marriage, a forgery. Others say, that she really is married, and different persons are named as the supposed objects of her choice. A few, but very few, of the Jacobin party villify her outrageously; but, by far the greater number seize the opportunity to vent their spleen on the present reigning family, the female branches of which have been in all times remarkable for mes alliances. The sister of the present king. Mademoiselle Adelaide, is supposed to be married to General Athalin, but the union is not avowed, and as it certainly might be under a citizen king, the lady's character is rather roughly handled. As to the stories told of the Duchess being likely to become a mother without being a wife, they are re garded as merely calumny. The last version of the historie is, that previous to the Duchess' attempt to raise the royal standard in la Vendee, the Viscount went to confer upon the subject with her in Italy, and drew so discouraging a picture of the state of the province, that she was about to give up the attempt in despair. "There is still a means Madame," said the viscount, "to recover the throne for your son. "Name it," said she eagerly. The viscount hesitated, but at length, pressed to speak, he told her that the Vendeans had hoped on the restoration of the Bourbons, to see France restored to her ancient constitution and laws, with their abuses rectified; instead of which new institutions had been introduced, to which they were entirely opposed. The Duchess replied that her first act on recovering the throne for the king would be to convoke the states general, and take the sense of the nation respecting its institutions. "The Vendeans desire nothing more, and did this step depend solely on the will of your royal highness they would rest satisfied with your word, but it does not, and therefore they demand a pledge," And what do you think that pledge was? that the Duchess should make choice of one of the Vendean chiefs, whose principles were known to the people. Whether there is or is not any truth in this story, time will shew, I can only give it you as I have it. Adieu! Let me hear from you soon, and believe me always The Hon. Mrs. Sutherland, Yours, CHARLOTTE B A PICTURE OF IRISH LIFE.-BY THOMAS FURLONG. I left my friends their game to play, I longed to feel the gentle breeze Play softly o'er my wearied brow; Two walls (of heavy yellowish mud, Up high against the ditch they stood; Before, or since, the like. Some withered leaves were thrown aboutTM The only door this den of clay Forth from this hut, on bended knee, A For two long days, or more, she said, I gave whatever I could spare, And where, oh! where, is my reward? From brutes who only laugh at me. "But how," said I, "came you to be In this sad state of poverty ?"", U Sir, I once held the cozy farm That lies upon that green hill's side; I and my boys, as all can tell, We picked and planted here and there; And didn't well know what to do. My two poor boys worked day and night; They worked, God knows, with all their might And thought their labour sweet; They took no sport, no fun had they, Their shirts were worn, their coats were bad- They wanted all demands to meet; "Just then that Rock began his trade For me, I felt quite easy then, "One night they left me all alone; I knew that there they wouldn't wait, "And how, indeed, could I be gay, When on their rounds the night-guard came, "For one long month they drooped in gaol I little, little dreaint that they Should ever stand in such a way: I thought I'd never rear a son That should be placed a moment there; But Heaven's good will must still be done 'Tis ours to suffer and to bear. I searched the Court in doubt and fear, To take my children's part; He spoke as well as lawyer could; |