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sometimes by Las Cases. But in November, 1816, | consolation to me to know that you were on your an order was issued for the arrest of Las Cases, way to more happy countries." and his dismissal from the island, in consequence of his attempting to send, without the knowledge of the governor, a letter to Prince Lucien, sowed up in the clothes of a mulatto. This arrest made a prodigious noise among the household of Napoleon, and was turned to good advantage in England, as an instance of the cruelty of his treatment. Yet it seems perfectly probable that the whole was a trick of the ex-emperor himself, and a mere contrivance for the purpose of sending to Europe Las Cases as an agent in his service.

The security of Napoleon's imprisonment was essential to the peace of Europe; and no precaution could be justly regarded as severe, which prevented an outbreak so hazardous to the quiet of the world. Among these precautions, was the strictest prohibition of carrying on any correspondence with Europe, except through the hands of the governor. The whole household were distinctly pledged to the observance of this order, and any infraction of it was to be punished by instant arrest and deportation from the island.

An order had been sent from England to reduce the number of the household by four domestics; and it seems not improbable that Napoleon's craft was suddenly awakened to the prospect of establishing a confidential intercourse with the faction whom he had left behind. But the four domestics were obviously inadequate to this object, and some person of higher condition was necessary. Las Cases some time before had attempted to send a letter to Europe by the mulatto. The fellow had been detected, and was threatened with a flogging if he repeated the experiment; yet it was to this same mulatto that Las Cases committed another letter, which the mulatto immediately carried to the governor, and Las Cases was arrested in consequence. Napoleon was instantly indignant, and vented his rage against the cruelty of the arrest, at the same time expressing his scorn at the clumsiness of Las Cases in delivering his letter to so awkward a messenger. But, whatever might be his pretended wonder at the want of dexterity in the count, it was exceeded by his indignation at the conduct of the governor. 66 Longwood," he writes in a long and formal protest against his detention, "is wrapped in a veil which he would fain make impenetrable, in order to hide criminal conduct. This peculiar care to conceal matters gives room to suspect the most odious intentions." This was obviously a hint that the governor's purpose was to put him secretly to death: a hint which neither Napoleon nor any other human being could have believed.

But in alluding to the arrest of the count, he touches closely on the acknowledgment of the intrigue.

This letter was carried by Bertrand to the governor for Las Cases, and "the wished-for effect was produced on Sir Hudson Lowe, as soon as he saw the terms in which the emperor expressed his regret." We are fairly entitled to doubt the sincerity of the wish; for on Sir Hudson's offering to let Las Cases remain at Longwood, a new obstacle instantly arose-the count declared that " to remain was utterly impossible;" his honor was touched; he absolutely must go; or, as Count Montholon describes this happy punctilio-" Unfortunately Las Cases, influenced by extreme susceptibility of honor, thought himself bound to refuse the governor's offer. He felt himself too deeply outraged by the insult; he explained this to the grand-marshal, and we were obliged to renounce the hope of seeing him again." Then came the finale of this diplomatic farce. "It was in vain that the emperor sent Bertrand and Gourgaud to persuade him to renounce his determination; he was resolved to leave the island; and on the 29th of December, 1816, he quitted St. Helena.'

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We have but little doubt that the whole was a mystification. The gross folly of sending a secret dispatch by the same man of color who had been detected by the governor, and threatened with punishment for the attempt to convey a letter; the bustle made on the subject at Longwood; the refusal of Las Cases to comply with Napoleon's request to remain, which, if it had been sincere, would have been equivalent to a command; and the conduct of Las Cases immediately on his arrival in Europe, his publications and activity, amply show the object of his return. But a simple arrangement on the governor's part disconcerted the whole contrivance. Instead of transmitting Las Cases to Europe, Sir Hudson Lowe sent him to the Cape; where he was further detained, until permission was sent from England for his voyage to Europe. On his arrival Napoleon's days were already numbered, and all dexterity was in vain. We have adverted to this transaction chiefly for the credit which it reflects on the governor. It shows his vigilance to have been constantly necessary; it also shows him to have been willing to regard Napoleon's convenience when it was possible; and it further shows that he was not destitute of the sagacity which was so fully required in dealing with the coterie at Longwood.

Napoleon's habits of dictating his memoirs must have been formidable toil to his secretaries. He sometimes dictated for twelve or fourteen hours, with scarcely an intermission. He spoke rapidly, and it was necessary to follow him as rapidly as he spoke, and never to make him repeat the last word. His first dictation was a mere revival of his recollections, without any order. The copy of his first dictation served as notes to the second, and the copy of this second became the subject of his personal revision; but he, unfortunately for his transcribers, made his corrections almost always in pencil, as he thus avoided staining his fingers-no woman being more careful in preserving the deli

"I looked through the window," he said, "and saw them taking you away. A numerous staff pranced about you. I imagined I saw some South Sea Islanders dancing round the prisoners whom they were about to devour!" After this Italian extravaganza, he returns to his object. "Your services were necessary to me. You alone could read, speak, and understand English. Neverthe-cacy of her hands. less, I request you, and in case of need, command you, to require the governor to send you to the continent. He cannot refuse, because he has no power over you, except through the voluntary document which you signed. It would be great

Those dictations must be regarded as the studied defences of Napoleon against the heavy charges laid against his government.

We have now given a general glance at the career of the French emperor, as exhibited to us in these

calamities; that the strength of a nation is in the justice of its councils; and that he "who uses the sword shall perish by the sword!"

Recollections. He strikingly showed, in all the France was subjected to a deeper humiliation than details of his government, the characteristics of his had been known in the annals of national reverses own nature. Impetuous, daring, and contemptu- since the fall of Rome; and the ruler of France ous of the feelings of mankind, from the first hour was plunged into a depth of defeat, a bitterness of of his public life, his government was, like him- degradation, an irreparable ruin, of which the self, the model of fierceness, violence, and disre- civilized world possesses no example. His army gard of human laws. Whatever was to him an destroyed in Russia by the hand of Him who rules object of ambition, was instantly in his grasp; the storm-the last forces of his empire massacred whatever he seized was made the instrument of a in Belgium-his crown struck off by the British fresh seizure; and whatever he possessed he mas-sword-his liberty fettered by British chains-the tered in the fullest spirit of tyranny. He was to remnant of his years worn away in a British be supreme; the world was to be composed of his dungeon, and his whole dynasty flung along with soldiery, his serfs, courtiers, and tools. The earth him into the political tomb, were only the inciwas to be only an incalculable population of dents of the great judicial process of our age. The French slaves. There was to be but one man free world has been suffered to return to peace; while upon the globe, and that man Napoleon. the sepulchre of this man of boundless but brief We find, in this romance of power, the romance grandeur, has been suffered to stand in the midst of his education. It has been often said, that he of that nation which most requires the great lesson was Oriental in all his habits. His plan of supre--that ambition always pays for its splendor by its macy bore all the stamp of Orientalism-the solitary pomp, the inflexible will, the unshared power, and the inexorable revenge. The throne of the empire was as isolated as the seraglio. It was surrounded by all the strength of terror and craft, more formidable than battlements and bastions. Its interior was as mysterious as its exterior was THE RAIL-ROAD TO VENICE.-Since the Fates magnificent; no man was suffered to approach it have decreed that the modern improvement and but as soldier or slave; its will was heard only by convenience of a railroad is to introduce the seathe roaring of cannon; the overthrow of a minis-born goddess to all comers for the future, it is imter, the proclamation of a war, or the announce- possible that such a design could be more worthily ment of a dynasty crushed and a kingdom overrun, carried out, or that anything more magnificent, were the only notices to Europe of the doings surprising, or suitable to the city could have been within that central place of power. projected than the fine range of arches which rise But, with all the genius of Napoleon, he over-out of the blue waters, and span the sea for three looked the true principles of supremacy. All power must be pyramidal to be secure. The base must not only be broad, but the gradations of the pile must be regular to the summit. With Napoleon the pyramid was inverted-it touched the earth but in one point; and the very magnitude of the mass resting upon his single fortune, exposed it to overthrow at the first change of circum

stances.

Still, he was an extraordinary being. No man of Europe has played so memorable a part on the great theatre of national events for the last thousand years. The French revolution had been the palpable work of Providence, for the punishment of a long career of kingly guilt, consummated by an unparalleled act of perfidy, the partition of Poland. The passions of men had been made the means of punishing the vices of government. When the cup was full, Napoleon was sent to force it upon the startled lips of Prussia, Austria, and Russia. The three conspirators were crushed in bloody encounters-the capitals of the three were captured-the provinces of the three were plundered-and the military pride of the three was humiliated by contemptuous and bitter conditions of peace.

But, when the destined work was done, the means were required no more. When the victims were broken on the wheel, the wheel and the executioner were alike hurried from the sight of man. The empire of France was extinguished by the same sovereign law which had permitted its existence. The man who had guided the empire in its track of devastation-the soul of all its strength, of its ambition, and its evil—was swept away. And as if for the final moral of human arrogance,

miles in a straight line, throwing a chain of stone from one projection of land to the other. So splendid and so singular is the effect it produces, that it strikes me as appearing quite in character with the ancient reputation of Venice, when her wealth could compel the elements to obedience, and it is a comforting reflection that this beautiful aqueduct, for such it seems and indeed will answer the purpose of such, will perhaps restore the ruined commerce of the Queen of the Lagunes, and she may once more raise her diademed head amongst the cities, lofty and commanding as of yore. Probably by the time these reminiscences have passed through the press, this wondrous railroad will be completed, and Venice be made as easy of access as any other town of the north of Italy. A continuation is projected to Milan, and, if the consent of the King of Sardinia can be gained, Turin will be joined to that: how rapid then will be the route from Paris to Lyons, and from Turin to Venice. If human ingenuity could make the road across the eternal mountains of snow less perilous, Venice and Paris could shake hands in a day. I could not help looking on the stupendous bridge of three miles, which was so rapidly advancing towards completion, with admiration, from the covered boat in which we were seated, as it bounded over the waves: we were the sole passengers to Venice, except a French gentleman who appeared connected with the works, and who was merely going to the city for letters. He had, he informed us, never seen its wonders, as he only visited it on business, and should remain as short a time as possible there, as he considered it a "triste sejour!"-Miss Costello's Italy.

From the Dublin University Magazine.
THE STEPSON.

FROM THE PAPERS OF G. G., SOMETIME SENIOR
ASSESSOR OF THE PROVINCIAL COURT OF CIVIL

AND CRIMINAL JUSTICE IN ZELL.

"It is my duty, Captain Sturmgang," said I, "to make you acquainted with the law on this point. The father who disinherits his son, without grounds which the law recognizes as valid, is conSidered as of unsound mind, and his will, on application of the injured party, at once set aside. I am aware that you have had disagreements with your son, which unfortunately could not be settled without an appeal to a court of justice; but I must tell you that the law does not admit this as a sufficient ground for the proceeding you meditate."

"Humph! and what grounds docs the law admit as sufficient for such a proceeding?"

ABOUT half a mile from Zell, in a solitary house which is now uninhabited, lived, some twelve years ago, on his half-pay, and the interest of a reasonable amount of prize-money, a retired naval officer, named (or who shall here be named) Sturmgang. He was an austere and rugged-tempered man, despotic, it was said, in his house as he had been on the deck of his ship, and therefore instinctively averse to coming into contact with gene- "To enumerate them all would exhaust your ral society. In fact, he visited nobody, and the patience, if not my own; but I will mention a few, only visits he was known to receive were those of and you will see how little likely is it that any the Pastor Walding, sub-rector of the high-school among them should apply to the present case. in Zell, the brother of his deceased second wife, For instance, then, when a son has accused his and a man whose severe character and chilling father of an offence against the state, has treated manners were the perfect counterpart of his own. him in a way that compromises his-the father's Captain Sturmgang's domestic establishment con-honor, has corporeally maltreated or assaulted sisted of two females-a youngish housekeeper him, has practised against his life, has-" and an oldish maid; in addition to whom his house possessed one other inmate, in the person of Christian Schein, the son of his second wife by a former marriage. The old officer had himself had no children by the mother of this young man ; but his first wife had borne him a son, who, singular to tell, was now a shopkeeper in Zell, and supported himself, with his young wife and two children, in a struggling way, by the meagre profits of a retail business.

It was generally known that the two Sturmgangs, the elder and the younger, lived on a footing of great mutual exasperation, and the ground of this was believed to be a lawsuit in which they had been engaged some years before, and in which the son had cast his father, with costs. Since that time, they had neither seen nor communicated with each other; more than one attempt, on the part of common friends, to bring about a reconciliation, had been repulsed by both parties with a degree of violence that seemed greatly disproportioned to the supposed cause of the quarrel; and the elder Sturmgang had at length peremptorily forbid all mention of his son's name in his presence, which, of course, had precluded any further attempt of the kind.

Matters were in this state when an application was made, on the part of Captain Sturmgang, to the provincial court, praying that a commission might be appointed, to visit him at his house of Dornfeld, to take cognizance of his testamentary dispositions, as his health did not permit him to come to Zell, for the purpose. This business was placed in my hands, and I went out to Dornfeld the following day, accompanied by a junior assessor and the clerk of the court.

I found the old man (he was in his sixty-eighth year) sitting in an arm-chair, his feet and legs enveloped in flannel wrappers, sick in body, yet not in a state to give immediate apprehensions for his life. His stepson and his brother-in-law were with him.

We proceeded at once to business: the preamble of the testament was drawn up in the usual form, and I called on Captain Sturmgang to dictate his will.

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Quite enough! I have legal grounds, and I disinherit him as I have said."

"But I must further inform you," proceeded I, "that the grounds of disinheritance must be expressly stated in the instrument, and must be sustainable by proof; otherwise the act is null and void."

"Does the law require that?"?

"It does."

"In the devil's name, then, write-I disinherit my son Ludwig, because he has practised against my life."

I was mute for a moment with surprise and horror, and could only gaze blankly on the old man.

"And this accusation," said I at length, "is true ?"

"That's my affair. Let Ludwig Sturmgang contest the truth of it, if he has the courage. The proofs will not die with me."

"The proofs? Let me remind you, Captain Sturmgang, that in a matter so improbable in itself proof should be of no common cogency."

"I have proof sufficient-proof_conclusiveproof that would satisfy any jury in Europe."

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May I ask how long ago it is that your son committed this great crime?"

"Three years ago."

"I wish, Captain Sturmgang, you would reconsider this matter. In the space of time you mention, what changes may have taken place in the character of your son. Will you not try what he is now, before you punish him for what he was then? Come, my dear sir, we have all of us need of forgiveness, and I do trust you will not carry your resentment against your son into another world."

"The learned assessor," interrupted the subrector in his grating voice, the driest that ever fell upon mortal ear, "seems inclined to dabble in our craft, and to preach instead of minding his protocols."

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looks, I believe, expressive of all the indignation | angels. I determimed to look farther into the I felt, "I know, if you do not, what belongs to matter. my office. I am ignorant neither of its rights nor of its duties; and, to make you acquainted with one of the former, of which you are, perhaps, not aware-let me inform you that I am empowered to direct the removal of persons who thrust themselves, uncalled, into the business I am engaged in. Should you think proper a second time to interrupt me, I shall exercise this right, and insist on your quitting the room. You will be good enough to bear that in mind."

My first step was to get information respecting the person and circumstances of Ludwig Sturmgang, and all that I heard told in his favor: he was known in the town for an upright, industrious and well-conducted man, but had, it seemed, inherited the fiery, impetuous temper of his father. He was in his twenty-seventh year, and was the father of two children-a boy of eighteen months and an infant in the cradle: his wife was described to me as a good and gentle creature, devoted to her husband and her little ones; his business was not flourishing; he was able to live by it, but in a very straitened way.

The sub-rector replied to this threat only by a glance, which would have made a believer in the "evil eye" go home and take to his bed. The stepson could not control his agitation; he trem- My next step was to go to him, to see what bled from head to foot, and seemed to grow posi-light he could or would afford me on the affair. I tively sick with terror. These two persons made found him in his shop, and requested to be permita singularly unpleasant impression on me, and I ted to speak a few words with him in private. only wished that the uncle had indulged in another Telling his shop-boy to attend to the business, he effusion of bile, to give me an excuse for getting led me into his sitting-parlor, which looked very rid of him. The old captain fidgeted in his arm- orderly and neat. An open door gave me a mochair; his brow portended storm; however, he mentary glimpse into the bed-room, where I disput constraint on himself, and said coldly, covered the young wife, her foot rocking the cradle, her fingers occupied in needle-work.

"I beg that what I have dictated to the clerk of the court may now be written. I disinherit my son, Ludwig Sturmgang, because of his having practised against my life."

"It is written," said I with equal coldness. He proceeded

"I appoint my stepson, Christian Schein, here present, my sole heir, and bequeath to him all the property, real and personal, which I shall die possessed of."

The uncle and nephew exchanged a rapid glance. The young man's eyes blazed with triumph, and the blood, which had forsaken his very lips, flowed in a full tide back to his cheek and brow.

The invalid proceeded

“To my housekeeper, Theresa Frohberg, I bequeath thirty louis d'or, and to my maid Margareta Reuter the bed on which I shall die, with all its appurtenances."

After some other unimportant dispositions, he said he had nothing more to add. The clerk jumped up to call for a light to seal the instrument, and opened the door hastily, when a loud scream was heard from the antechamber: the Demoiselle Frohberg's ear had, it seems, been rather near the keyhole, and the door and her head had come into somewhat ungentle contact. The captain was furious at this discovery, and it required the intercessions of both his stepson and the sub-rector to withhold him from adding a postscript to his will, revoking the legacy bestowed on the fair inquisitive.

The testament was signed and sealed, the captain invited us to lunch, but we declined, and returned to Zell, in no cheerful mood. As for me, I could not get the events of the morning out of my head I read stories by the dozen, in which one brother juggled the other out of his inheritance by diabolical machinations; I had seen plays, in which similar treason furnished the materials of the plot. Schiller's Franz Moor and this sneaking Christian Schein were blended by a curious association of ideas in my thoughts. Who knows, thought I, what devilry may be here at work? The reverend sub-rector seemed to me quite capale of playing the Mephistopheles of the draina, nd the eves-dropping housekeeper-a comely pern, though not in the first bloom of youth-might the part of one of his ministering fallen

Sturmgang closed the door, and begged me to sit down.

"I don't know," said I, "whether I have to tell you who I am?"

"Oh! no, Mr. Assessor," cried he, "I know you very well. I have stood before now as a plaintiff at your green table."

"I will tell you, without preface, Mr. Sturmgang, what brings me here. I have got, without my seeking it, a peep into your family secrets."

"I know: you have been with my father about his will. Ay, ay, I have been expecting that; 1 was prepared for it, quite."

"You know the tenor of the will?"
"I can guess it."

"Mr. Sturmgang, I have a great desire to reconcile you with your father."

"That is impossible, Mr. Assessor; that is out of the question. After what has passed between us, I will never stretch out the hand of reconciliation, nor would he accept it if I did. When I say," added he, "I will never stretch out the hand, I mean unless

"Well: unless?" "Unless he acknowledge the wrong he has done me, and ask my forgiveness."

"The father ask forgiveness of the son! And do you, then, feel yourself so free from all blame? Have you contributed nothing to the rise or the increase of this mutual hatred ?"

"Who says I hate my father? God forbid I were so abandoned! But I don't love him: how could I, when he never loved me? And to humble myself before him, when I am the injured party! To own myself in the wrong, when I am not! And that for money! I would beg first-I would starve first.

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"Well then, Mr. Sturmgang, do you not believe that your father would speak exactly as you do?—that he too would cry, What, humble myself where I have been injured-own myself wrong where I am right!' Where a quarrel is, my dear sir, there are two parties, and the cases are rare indeed in which the blame lies entirely on one side. But-suppose the present to be one of those rare cases-what does it come to? A father has offended his son; is it too much to ask the son to forgive his father?"

"I would forgive with all my heart, if-in fact,

THE STEPSON.

let him take the first step, and there is no one (ing every mischance that can befall a ship on the readier for a reconciliation than I."

"If you and he were brothers, I should have no ground to urge you further, but you are the child, he the parent, and I must press it on you, my dear Sturmgang, I must indeed, to be yourself the first to make overtures of peace."

housekeeper and on his stepson, neither of whom
was to be found; the maid, he said, had got leave
to go to church, and so he was not able to give me
a cup of coffee.

I assured him that it was not of the slightest consequence, and expressed my pleasure at finding "Never! I have been too deeply offended, his health so much improved. In fact, he had rewounded, outraged, and without provocation-yes, cruited completely, and walked up and down the I will say it without provocation on my part. room with a vigorous tread. This room was reSir, he has cursed me! Do you feel the weight cognizable at the first glance for the retreat of a The walls were hung with maps and of that word? I see you do. Love! reconcilia-seaman. tion peace!—what is the meaning of such phrases prints of naval engagements, and a rude drawing between people whom the bottomless gulf of-a of a man-of-war occupied a conspicuous place, flanked on one side by a sickle-shaped dirk, and curse-divides?" on the other by the triangular gold-laced hat, diminutive and formal, that had distinguished the service in his younger days.

The young man was silent for some moments, and then resumed with more composure"And you don't know my father, Mr. Assessor: he is a far more positive man than you suppose, Even if I could and as violent as he is positive. bring myself to make the first advance he would reject it, and the breach would only be widened though wider it could hardly be." I make the attempt Well," said I, suppose with him, as I have done with you, and he were to speak just as you have done-were to say, 'I will not take the first step, but I will not repulse my son if he takes it,' what would you do then ?"

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Sturmgang wavered-he seemed to struggle with himself; at last he said-

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"I would take the step, if I had reason to believe it would not be taken in vain."

"You would go to your father?" "I would."

“You would ask him to-forgive and forget?" "Yes."

I shook him heartily by the hand, and declared my determination to make the attempt upon his father without delay.

The same day, in the afternoon, I went out to Dornfeld, praying on the way that I might find he old sailor alone, for I confess that I trembled at the thought that the stepson with his cattish sleekness, or the sub-rector, with his bearish roughness, might bar my access to him. Neither of these monsters, however, guarded the way, and the entrance to the enchanted castle lay free to my tread. I met nobody either in the court or the hall; the house door stood open and I was obliged to walk in unannounced.

I asked him if that, pointing to the drawing, was the ship he had commanded-a more politic opening of a conversation was never made. It brought him on his favorite theme, and he began to tell me, with visible pleasure, of the voyages he had made in that very corvette, "the Dolphin," finishing with a grumble at having seen men leap over his head, one after another fellows he would not have trusted with the command of a jolly-boat; that was what had made him retire from the service, and live in that lubberly place on his halfpay. I now inquired after his family, listened patiently to his somewhat prolix accounts of what I knew before, and took the opportunity to tell him that his son Ludwig bore an excellent character in the town.

He was silent.

"I am the more astonished," continued I, "when I think of your having disinherited him. I will not conceal from you that I have conceived a lively interest both for you and for him, and, in short, that the motive of my present visit is to do you both a great service."

His face darkened, but he still continued silent, pacing up and down the room with a somewhat quickened step; at last he said

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My son has been with you?" "No," replied I, "I went to his house yesterday."

"Humph. What for?"

"For the same purpose for which I came to you to-day-to prepare him for a reconciliation."

"Oh ho! my good sir, we are not got quite so far yet. Allow me to say, once for all, that you will do me a pleasure by speaking no more on this subject.'

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hope to do you, not perhaps a pleasure, but, as I said before, a great service, Captain Sturmgang, by not complying with your wish.' He was going to interrupt me, but I spoke on without pausing.

Proceeding to the room in which I had found the captain on a former occasion, I knocked at the door, and was answered by a "come in," that made me jump. The old gentleman had certainly been dreaming of a sea-fight, and spoke as if he had had broad-sides to out-thunder. As I entered, he rose from his arm-chair, in which, no doubt, he had been enjoying an after-dinner nap, and asked "I am already half and half initiated into the in an angry growl, as he jerked off his nightcap, what I wanted, and why I had not sent secrets of your family, and I beg you to hear the Before I could reply, however, dispassionate word of a dispassionate man—a man he had got better awake, recognized me, be- whose position renders him impartial. You are came more civil, and begged me to take a seat.old, my dear sir, and you are alone; you have a I entreat you. Nature tolerates Without ceremony I told him that, having been son, and yet you are alone. Why should this be? obliged to decline the lunch he had offered me a Nay, hear me,

up my name.

few days before, I was now come to drink a cup nothing unnatural, and what can be more unnatu-
of coffee with him. He seemed pleased at this, ral than enmity between parent and child? De-
went out of the room, and presently I heard an pend upon it, nature will revenge herself-is re-
You are and will be, both sufferers,
awful bellowing through the house, now in the venging herself upon you both for this outrage
hall, now in the garret, now in the cellar. After upon her.
some time he came back in a sea passion, imprecat-more deeply than a perhaps think. Let what

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