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In the bottom of an excavated area, which, as well as I could judge, must be forty feet below the level of the court, lay a small and antique garden, brilliant with the most costly flowers, and cooled by a fountain gushing from under the foot of a nymph in marble. The spreading tops of six alleys of lindens, reaching to the level of the street, formed a living roof to the grot-like depths of the garden, and concealed it from all view but that of persons descending like ourselves from the house; while, instead of walls to shut in this Paradise in the heart of a city, sharply-inclined slopes of greensward leaned in under the branches of the lindens, and completed the fairy-like enclosure of shade and verdure. As we descended the rose-laden steps and terraces, I observed, that, of the immense profusion of flowers in the area below, nearly all were costly exotics, whose pots were set in the earth, and probably brought away from the sunshine only when in high bloom; and as we rounded the spreading basin of the fountain which broke the perspective of the alley, a table, which had been concealed by the marble nymph, and a skilfully-disposed array of rhododendrons, lay just beneath our feet, while a lady, whose features I could not fail to remember, smiled up from her couch of crimson cushions and gave us a graceful welcome.

The same taste for depth which had been shown in the room sunk below the windows, and the garden below the street, was continued in the kind of marble divan in which we were to breakfast. Four steps descending from the pavement of the alley introduced us into a circular excavation, whose marble seats, covered with cushions of crimson silk, surrounded a table laden with the substantial viands which are common to a morning meal in Vienna, and smoking with coffee, whose aroma (Percie agreed with me) exceeded even the tuberoses in grateful sweetness. Between the cushions at our backs and the pavements just above the level of our heads, were piled circles of thickly-flowering geraniums, which enclosed us in rings of perfume, and, pouring from the cup of a sculptured flower, held in the hand of the nymph, a smooth stream like a silver rod supplied a channel grooved around the centre of the marble table, through which the bright water, with the impulse of its descent, made a swift revolution and disappeared.

It was a scene to give memory the lie

if it could have recalled the bloodshed of the morning. The green light flecked down through the leafy roof upon the glittering and singing water; a nightingale in a recess of the garden, gurgled through his wires as if intoxicated with the congenial twilight of his prison; the heavy-cupped flowers of the tropics nodded with the rain of the fountain spray; the distant roll of wheels in the neighbouring streets came with an assurance of reality to this dream-land, yet softened by the unreverberating roof and an air crowded with flowers and trembling with the pulsations of falling water; the lowering forehead of the outlaw cleared up like a sky of June after a thundershower, and his voice grew gentle and caressing; and the delicate mistress of all (by birth, Countess Iminild,) a creature as slight as Psyche, and as white as the lotus, whose flexile stem served her for a bracelet, welcomed us with her soft voice and humid eyes, and saddened by the event of the morning, looked on her husband with a tenderness that would have assoiled her of her sins against delicacy, I thought, even in the mind of an angel.

"We live, like truth, here, in the bottom of a well," said the countess to Percie, as she gave him his coffee; "how do you like my whimsical abode, sir?”

"I should like any place where you were, Miladi!" he answered, blushing and stealing his eyes across at me, either in doubt how far he might presume upon his new character, or suspecting that I should smile at his gallantry.

The outlaw glanced his eyes over the curling head of the boy, with one of those just perceptible smiles which developed, occasionally, in great beauty, the gentle spirit in his bosom; and Iminild, pleased with the compliment or the blush, threw off her pensive mood, and assumed, in an instant, the coquettish air which had attracted my notice as she stepped before me into the church of St. Etienne.

"You had hard work," she said, "to keep up with your long-legged dragoon yesterday, Monsieur Percie!"

"Miladi!" he answered with a look of inquiry.

"Oh, I was behind you, and my legs are not much longer than yours. How he strided away with his long spurs, to be sure! Do you remember a smart young gentleman with a blue cap that walked past you on the glacis occasionally?"

"Ah, with laced boots, like a Hungarian?"

"I see I am ever to be known by my foot," said she, putting it out upon the cushion, and turning it about with naive admiration; "that poor captain of the imperial guard payed dearly for kissing it, holy virgin!" and she crossed herself and was silent for a moment.

"If I might take the freedom, chevalier," I said, " pray how came I indebted to your assistance in this affair?" "Iminild has partly explained," he answered. "She knew, of course, that a challenge would follow your interference. Arriving in Vienna late last night, I found Iminild (who had followed this gentleman and the dragoon unperceived) in possession of all the circumstances.

"Have you lived here long, Miladi?" asked Percie, looking up into her eyes with an unconscious passionateness which made the Countess Iminild colour slightly, and bite her lips to restrain an expression of pleasure.

"I have not lived long, any where, sir !" she answered, half archly, "but I played in this garden when not much older than you!"

Percie looked confused, and pulled up his cravat.

"This house," said the chevalier, willing apparently to spare the countess a painful narration, "is the property of the old Count Ildefert, my wife's father. He has long ceased to visit Vienna, and has left it, he supposes, to a stranger. When Iminild tires of the forest, she comes here, and I join her if I can find time. I must to the saddle to-morrow, by St. Jacques !"

The word had scarce died on his lips when the door by which we had entered the garden was flung open, and the measured tread of gens d'armes resounded in the corridor. The first man who stood out upon the upper terrace was the dragoon who had been second to my opponent.

"Traitor and villain!" muttered the outlaw between his teeth, "I thought I remembered you! It is that false comrade Berthold, Iminild!"

Yvain had risen from the table as if but to stretch his legs; and drawing a pistol from his bosom, he cocked it as he

quietly stepped up into the garden. I saw at a glance that there was no chance for his escape, and laid my hand on his arm.

"Chevalier!" I said, "surrender, and trust to opportunity. It is madness to resist here."

"Yvain!" said Iminild, in a low voice, flying to his side as she comprehended his intention, " leave me that vengeance, and try the parapet. I'll kill him before he sleeps! Quick! Ah, heavens!"

The dragoon had turned at that instant to fly, and with the suddenness of thought the pistol flashed, and the traitor dropped heavily on the terrace. Springing like a cat up the slope of green-sward, Yvain stood an instant on the summit of the wall, hesitating where to jump beyond, and in the next moment rolled heavily back, stabbed through and through with a bayonet from the opposite side.

The blood left the lips and cheek of Iminild; but without a word or a sign of terror, she sprang to the side of the fallen outlaw and lifted him up against her knee. The gens d'armes rushed to the spot, but the subaltern who commanded them yielded instantly to my wish that they should retire to the skirts of the garden; and, sending Percie to the fountain for water, we bathed the lips and forehead of the dying man, and set him against the sloping parapet. With one hand grasing the dress of Iminild and the other clasped in mine, he struggled to speak.

"The cross!

cross!"'

he gasped, "the

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GOOD NIGHT.

"THE sun is down, and time gone by, The stars are twinkling in the sky, Nor torch nor taper longer may Eke out a blithe but stinted day; The hours have passed with stealthy flight,

We needs must part; good night, good night!

The bride unto her bower is sent, And ribald song and jesting spent ; The lover's whisper'd words and few Have bade the bashful maid adieu; The dancing floor is silent quite.

not promised them a brighter resting place.

Thoughts of this nature were passing in my mind, as I reclined on a bank of soft turf, in the neighbourhood of Damala, canopied by the graceful and spreading branches of the lemon tree, smoking the fragrant weed of the Levant, and from time to time looking from the pages of the Arabian Nights, to the expanse before me, when I was roused by the notes of a bugle from our encampment. I started to my feet, and went to the parade. The route had at last arrived, and I found that we were to embark the same evening for Mitochi, a

No foot bounds there; good night, good small farm in the neighbourhood of a

night!

The lady in her curtain'd bed,

The herdsman in his wattled shed,
The clansman in the heather'd hall,
Sweet sleep be with you, one and all!
We part in hopes of days as bright
As this gone by; good night, good
night!

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasure o'er again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight.
Gay dreams to all! good night, good
night!"

THE GREEK BARBER.

WHO has not longed to become a pilgrim in the beautiful land of Greece, to inhale the perfume of her orange groves, and to pay his adoration at her classic and immortal shrines? Who has not longed to behold the beautiful Parthenon, the fabled Scamander, and the glorious Thermopyla,—the grave of heroes? Few comparatively of our British voyagers have journeyed so far; they have explored every part of Italy and France; but Greece-classic Greece has no charms for them: to be sure, the roads and the inns are indifferently bad, and they would find it inconvenient to get their tea. I love the country, and have some claim on the gratitude of its sons; for I have fought side by side with them against their barbarian spoilers, and have participated in their victories and defeat. Well may the tory Turks love to linger there,—their Prophet has

heap of ruins, ancient and modern, marking the site of the famed Megara. Not wishing to participate in the bustle preparatory to an embarkation, and having no duty to perform, I crossed the ferry to Poros. Now the conveniencies for the indulgences of the toilet, situated as 1 then was, were exceedingly limited ; and, seeing the depôt of an artist, vulgarly recognised as a barber, abundantly stocked with clean towels, and keenlooking razors, I entered, and intimated my wish to have my hair cut, and the performance of other little operations in his line, to the effect that I might be made comfortable. I seated myself complacently upon the bench which was extended round the room, and folded my legs under me with as much grace as the little practice I had had in that position enabled me. Seeing that I was a Frank -Franks generally pay better than natives the master of the shop approached me with an air of considerable deference. He was a goodnatured-looking Greek, particularly neat and trim in his attire. He wore his crimson Phesi jauntily on one side, discovering a great portion of his very clean-shorn temple. His eyebrows were reduced to a beautifully fine curved line, his moustaches, though very large and thick, were balanced to a hair,-in fact, it might be said of him, that he carried the best recommendation to his customer in his face.

From his waist hung a broad leathern strap, and his girdle was garnished with several razors of very peculiar construction, very narrow in the blade, and firmly fixed in straight wooden handles. He addressed me with an "Oriste Effendi, 'Ti theles,"" Command me, sir!-what is your wish?" I signified

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my intentions-"Efthese," said he, 'speedily;" and with his left hand, stretching the strap that hung from his middle, he smoothed it down with his right, and ended by giving it two or three smart slaps, that sounded like the sharp crack of a rifle. The art of making this noise is as peculiar to the barbers of the East, as cracking a whip is to a French postilion. Having strapped a razor, he removed my cap, and I then thought it high time to enter a remonstrance, saying: that I did not wish to have my head shaved, but simply my hair cut. "I understood you so,' ," said he," and am going to do it." "But," interrupted I, "surely not with a razor, have you not got a- imitating the action of a pair of scissors with my fingers. "Do not be afraid," said he; and a smile of contempt passed over his features as he, without further parley, applied his razor to my devoted head, and scraped therefrom a quantity of hair. "There," said he, "if you are not content, I will send to my uncle Theodoree, the tailor, for his shears." I was obliged to submit, though in the full expectation of being scalped at every stroke of his accursed tool. When he pronounced the operation ended, I was not a little surprised to find my hair very decently cut, and myself unhurt.

He then proceeded to place under my chin a pewter basin, with a large rim cut out to fit the neck; and having washed my chin and cheeks with his fingers, and rubbed them with a piece of hard soap, he removed the basin, and putting his foot on the bench on which I sat, he laid my head gently upon his knee. He went on to shave me, not as our barbers do by drawing the razor towards himself, but by pushing it from him outwards, pinching the skin up into ridges, and taking only at a stroke just the crown of each ridge, making it not only a tedious, but to me an excruciating operation, although, on the other hand, a very perfect one, for the face will remain smooth and beardless for a day or two. They seem to cut about eight-and-forty hours' growth beneath the skin. This ended, he put some question to me; to which I, having no idea of the consequences, but supposing some matter of course, nodded an assent. He then tucked several towels down my neck and back, and gave me another pewter basin, of the same construction as the first, but much larger. I had before observed a wooden

bracket, like an old-fashioned gallows,
projecting from the wall, over my head,
though without suspecting its use. Upon
this he suspended a pewter pail, having
a stop-cock in the bottom. He then
produced a large wooden bowl, contain-
ing a quantity of soap, and, with a piece
of raw silk, made a lather sufficient to
have washed the whole population of the
island. I saw him deposit this on the
bench by his side, and bare his arms to
the elbow. I witnessed all this prepara-
tion with some little anxiety, and even
apprehension; but incumbered as I was
by my position, and his infernal para-
phernalia, he had me completely in
his power; and as to remonstrance, he
took an effectual method of cutting short
any solecisms I might have committed
against the dignity of Greek, by turning
the stop-cock of the bucket above me,
and with the speed of thought down
came a torrent of scalding water! I
tried to scream; the power of utterance
was gone.
I would have thrown the
basin at him, but then my whole body
must have been parboiled: I had no-
thing left but to endure. At last the
deluge ceased. Now, thought I,-now,
thou perfidious barber (though thou
wert even the progenitor of Sir Edward
himself)!-now will I be revenged of
thee: I will dip thee in thy own copper,
and hang thee up to dry like a lathered
napkin, as a warning to all thy detestable
craft how they exercise their atrocities
upon confiding Franks. But, alas! I
opened my eyes, glistening with the fire
of fury, but to be quenched with tears
of torture. Oh, the lather! the lather!
In an instant I was smothered--eyes,
nose, ears, and mouth-with the very
sublimated essence of soap-suds! The
souls of the great-grandfathers of all
barbers, throughout all generations,
must have concentrated their devilish
wickedness in this individual. He
insinuated the accursed compound into
my eyes, be blew it up my nostrils, he
crammed it into my mouth, and thrust it
into my ears.-Soap-suds and hot water!
soap-suds and hot water!! soap-suds
and hot water!!! three times over.—I
can no more; 'tis like Alonso's dagger,—
"It rouses horrid images, away with it!"
At last he took from a dome-topped
towel-horse, that stood in the centre of
the room over a basin of burning char-
coal, a hot napkin, which he folded,
turban-like, upon my head, while, with

arm

another, he dried my sodden countenance as well as he could. I was completely subdued--my spirit was brokenhe might have tweaked me by the nose, and I should scarce have known it; but yet I wondered why these latter kindnesses were vouchsafed me. Alas! it was only to prolong my existence till I had endured, to their full extent, the enormities the monster yet meditated against me. He took my hand in one of his, and placing the other upon my shoulder, suddenly extended my arm, making every joint crack. The other But I hasten over this part of my narrative; the remembrance is too painful to dwell upon. He took possession of my head, and causing it to perform a roulade, after the fashion of our harlequins, he gave it a dexterous twist on one side, producing a report that sounded to my hearing (almost the only faculty I had left) like the crack of doom! I thought the whole vertebral column was dislocated. He then placed me upright, my back against the wall, retreated some three or four paces, and, raising his hands, rushed with outspread palms against my chest, with such force as to cause the involuntary ejaculation of ha! as loud as an Irish paviour. The measure of his iniquity now being full, he called for a tchibouque and a cup of coffee, and presenting them to me in the most obsequious manner, this most insidious perpetrator of all these atrocities had the impudence to wish me a good health and many ages. Mechanically I smoked my pipe and sipped my coffee, meanwhile all the soul I had left was occupied in devising vengeance.-Vituperation? No! Should I, as the metaphysical Hamlet hath it,

"Like a-hem-unpack my heart with words?"

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"When Greek meets Greek, then comes the tug of war."

This individual underwent exactly the same series of operations as I had done, seeming even to court the playful cruelties of the wanton barber, by affording him every opportunity for their performance. I then became convinced of the necessity of doing as they do at Rome, and suffered my ire to cool. I signified my desire to pay, and was immediately approached by a mischievous-looking young urchin, bearing in one hand a circular mirror, set in a frame of ebony inlaid with mother of pearl, and in the other a bottle of perfumed water, with which he sprinkled my face and gar

ments.

After allowing me what he considered a sufficient time to contemplate the improvement his master had wrought in my appearance, he presented to me the back of the mirror, upon which I counted out twenty paras (two-pence), and further presented him with some five or six for himself. Whereupon he seized my hand, and inflicted upon it a violent kiss. I was then bowed out by the barber with a profusion of thanks for my liberality, and arrived at Damala just in time to find the route changed for

Methana.

Such is the force of habit, that, after a time, my chiefest luxury in Greece was a thorough head-washing; barring, however, the joint-cracking, against which I always continued to protest with the most exemplary indignation, though always much to the amazement of the Greek barber.

TO ELLEN.

Is life a vale, as some may say,
Where flowers the freshest, brightest,
bloom;

Where love and joy ne'er fade away,
A spot meet for a fairy home?
A bright elysium to the eye,

Where Eden birds their carols sing; And every cloud that sweeps the sky,

The shadow of an angel's wing? Oh, 'tis not so! beauty's a dream,

That in its glowing splendour flies; And mirth is but the starry beam

That fades upon the summer skies. Is life as bright as some declare?

No-spots of gloom our path deform; So, many a morn that seemeth fair, May close at eve with cloud and storm.

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