In a fortnight more a gossipping newspaper announced to the inhabitants of Lisbon, that a young pale, and interesting looking girl had run away with a hairdresser; one or the other of the party taking with him, or her, certain money and jewels which belonged to neither.

Two years slipped away, and one night in the theatre of the fair of Vizeu, an actress of the same name as our heroine received the greatest applause in the character of D. Ignez de Castro and the next night the unlucky Ignez slept in the prison, whither she had been sent by the over gealous administrador, wherefore this history sayeth not.

Some time after this a meirinho (or constable) was telling one of his colleagues that he had just arrived from Vizeu, where he had been sent to fetch a tall black-eyed nymph who was in prison there, but being charged with a robbery in Lisbon, had been sent for to the capital by order of the superior authority; but that on her arrival at the Limoeiro she had been liberated, her aunt, the aggrieved party, having withdrawn the accusation, begging the damsel to return to her house, which however she had obstinately refused to do.

Little more that six weeks after this occurrence an alarm was given one day at the Agoas-Livres that a woman had thrown herself over the parapet ! On taking up the body it proved to be that of the luckless Maria das Dores!

H.L.

STANZAS.

There was a time whenc'er we met
Thy face would wear a smile;
And burning thoughts of hope and love,
Were born in me the while:
When but the mention of thy name
Would cause my heart to bound,
As if some magic spell lay hid
Within its blessed sound.

But years, long years, have pass'd away,

And altered is thy brow:

And we who met so gladly once,

Must meet as strangers now!

Though friends come round me as of yore,

They speak no more of thee!
To wish they sould were idle now

For what art thou to me!

The dreams of hope, once fondly nurst,
Like dreams have fled away,

But in my breast alone unchang'd,
Still Love retains his sway:

And though at other shrines I've knelt
In hopes to break my chain,

E'en while those idols smil'd, my heart
Turn'd back to thee again!

And now, to gaze unseen, on thee;

To catch by stealth some tone

Of that dear voice, whose gentle sounds
Are hush'd, to me alone!

To watch for hours some hallow'd spot
Where thou hast lately been,

And feel, though thou from it hast gone,
Deep magic in the scene.

To trace in memory again,

Each treasur'd glance and smile;
And with vain dreams of vanish'd bliss
My present ills beguile:-

These are the joys that now are mine,
The rays that still can part

The heavy clouds of gloom and care,

That gather round my heart.

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LITERARY REVIEW.

THE NEW QUARTERLY, OR HOME, FOREIGN, AND COLONIAL JOURNAL.

In fulfilment of our engagement to review all works in every language relating to Portugal we commence with the New Quarterly, or Home, Foreign, and Colonial Journal, which in the last number for October contains a sketch of the political, social, moral, and religious state of that country. This review although not of so long a standing as its celebrated namesake, has already, in the English literary and political world, obtained a deservedly high reputation, wich when we consider the men of known talent and true patriotic principles who are the chief contributors to it, we are justified in prophesying it will retain, when the mere organs of contending factions have long ceased to exist. We need but cite the names among many others of Mr. Gladstone, esteemed one of the first men of the day, of Lord John Manners M. P., of the Honble Henry Smythe M. P. of the elegant Alison, and of the talented D'Israeli M. P. These men though serving their country in various capacities are bound to no party, considered merely as a political party, their principles are like our own, neither Tory, Conservative, Whig or Radical further than that, they would support, did they conceive it for the

benefit of the empire, any proposition brought forward by a member of either of those factions. With respect to other nations too, they are free from those bigoted prejudices which have more than any other cause, served to bring the horrors of war into the world, and have kept asunder people who would otherwise have been joined in the bonds of social and commercial intercourse. The principles therefore of the New Quarterly so perfectly coinciding with our own, we cannot but most earneslly recommend it to our readers as a periodical calculated to give them a clear insight into the true state of the social world, perfectly free from those prejudiced and offensive statements regarding other nations wich fill the pages of too many of even the leading publications of the present day. We cannot refrain from reverting to its spirited attack on the slavish subserviency to the Russian Government or rather the Russsian Autocrat, which has for some time past disgraced the British press, a press which ought to be alone the advocate of all that is free, noble, and enlightened the bold cast igator of despotism, cruelty and bigotry. We know well the poliey of the mighty Czar of the Muscovite Empire, or rather let it be called, the principle of his very existence, no longer hidden from the enquiring eye. That policy compels him to enslave, not only the persons of his own millions of subjects, but were it possible the minds of all the civilized world. To effect this purpose, no means are left untried; agents wearing