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will have lost a faithful servant, and been Lermes before the chief of the secret police ; cheated out of a million of money.”

nevertheless, I think I may venture to grant “ True, true; we must inform the Cardinal your request.” of this affair.”

“No, no, leave him here !” said Mons. Lermes. “ He is Gatry's special patron ; at least, so I “He cannot benefit me, and may injure himself

. have heard.”

I know why I am thus summoned-my accuser “Well, then, suppose we let the Minister of is Mons. Gatry. I follow you.” Police know of it? He can send at once to this “I know little of the matter," replied the Mons.— what did you call him ? the innocent gendarme, “sare that I have instructions to one I mean, and inquire into all the particulars, bring you with me, and that M. Gatry has just and see that justice is done.”

been arrested." “ Excellent! Ah Sire, I know not which to admire most, your faithful talent for business

“M. Gatry arrested !” exclaimed Lermes. or the goodness of your heart. I certainly had

“M. Gatry arrested !" cried Colas, joyfully; not hit on this capital scheme for getting posses- l it all. Oh! thou dear, unparalleled, heavenly,”

“then you are saved! Yes, now I understand sion of the paper Gatry gave Lermes to copy, Pauline, he was about to add, but recollecting and thus catching the rogue in his own net.” “I dare say not, my fair Marchioness; you

himself, he added “justice !" are but a child in matters of business, all women

The Chief Lord of the Admiralty was at the are-such things are easily managed. And now police bureau, Lermes stated all that he knew, I think on it, the Chef de Police is in attendance.” and was withdrawn, while M. Gatry was

The King summoned his page, gave orders brought forward, who boldly and unflinchingly that the Superintendent of Police should be denied the accusation, until his own hand

. conducted to the blue cabinet, whither he pro- writing was shewn him, and he was confronted ceeded himself, saying, as he quitted the room

with Lermes ; then his self-possession forsook “Wait for me here, my dear Marchioness; I him, and he abjectly implored mercy for the must tell you that anecdote of Mademoiselle sake of his family. Lermes and Colas were dis. d'Autun."

charged. That very evening Colas was admitte

! It was growing late, Mons. Lermes sat at his to the presence of his beautiful adopted sister, desk arranging his papers ; Colas paced the who was just dressed for a ball, and he embraced room, or paused to gaze affectionately and and thanked her most fervently. That very anxiously on his old friend, who spoke at length: evening, at the ball, Pauline gently pressed the

“There, now all is completed. I have re- hand of her partner, the Prince Soubise, and solved, Colas, to let them do their worst; and whispered—“You have done a noble deed." never will, either by words or writing, sully an

That very evening the Prince, having quitted honest name. My cause is in the hands of a the ball early, knelt at the feet of Madame Pomrighteous God who knows my innocence, and padour, and exclaimed—“Thou more than will, if such be bis good pleasure, prove it. They angel, let me worship thee!” That very eveninay deem me guilty, may condemn me to the ing Louis declared, while receiving and return; galleys, but they cannot deprive me of that ing the caresses of his beloved, that she had pearl above price, a clear conscience.”

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such deep gratitude as she did for Some one knocked at the door, and one of the his interference in “this trifling silly matter." gens d'armes entered, while several more re- Gatry's guilt was proved beyond the shadow mained without. The man very civilly stated that of a doubt, and Lermes fully acquitted ; but he was ordered to come there and inquire for such an effect had the events of those few daya Mons. Lermes, and the gentleman immediately had on the good old man, that he languished announced himself to be that person. Colas and died. Colas was inconsolable for the loss turned pale, and could scarcely stand.

of his second father ; 'tis true he was left sole “I believe that this morning you had rather heir to the property of the deceased, but willingly an interesting conversation with Mons. Gatry?” would he have given his own life as a ransom Lermes bowed an affirmative, he could not speak, for that of his benefactor. The question not so great was his amazement. Are you still in what should he do?" the little fortune left possession of the paper which he gave you to him by M. Lermes was very inadequate to his copy?” The old man's astonishment redoubled ; support. how could this be known to the police ? Again Would you not like to obtain the situation he bowed. “In the name of the King I require formerly occupied by your friend?” asked Pauyou to deliver it into my hands.” The demand line. was obeyed in silence, for Lermes was still “Gracious heavens ; Mademoiselle, what are too stupified to speak, and the officer con- you thinking of? What would be the use of tinued—“And now I must trouble you to have my raising my hopes so high? 'Tis true that the goodness to accompany me; a carriage is for months together, when M. Lermes was laid waiting.”

up with rheumatism, I performed all the duties "Whither?” cried Colas, “oh! where would of his office for him, and he merely signed the you take him? he is guiltless! Let me go books. But how can I, unknown and friend, too!”

less as I am, ever dream of looking so high? The man looked astonished, but replied—“I Three times did M. Lermes propose me as a have no orders to take any one but Mons. candidate for one of the under secretary's office



when they became vacant, and without success. , last prayers of the dying Lermes were for you, No, no ; my thoughts soar not so far.”

and now, even in heaven, he blesses you! Let “How very modest we are !” laughed Pau- his son have the office." line. “I rank, then, far beneath a sub-trea. The King laughed. “Well, Marchioness, I surer at the Admiralty ?”

was not aware, until now, that you kept up a Mademoiselle, you jest.”

correspondence with the other world, and were Monsieur, I do no such thing. Can you as well informed of the thoughts and actions of deny that your thoughts soar to me?"

spiritual beings as you are of those of mere “Ah, nó, beauteous Pauline ; it is your good-mortals. And so the ghost of the old defunct ness leads you to stoop to my level.”

sub-treasurer does me the honour to bless me? A few days after this conversation Pauline Well, I suppose, in return for such politeness, I found an opportunity of saying to the Prince must nominate this boy of his." Soubise-" Is your highness aware that the The name of Meuron was scratched out, and shock of those terrible concerns at the Admi-that of Rosier substituted. Madame Pomparalty killed poor Lermes ? He fell a victim to dour gratefully kissed the monarch’s hand while Gatry's villainy?”

yet it held the pen, exclaiming, “Ah, sire, how " I was not, indeed, fair lady!"

good you are !" ** Will you not put the finishing stroke to Colas was almost beside himself with joy and your good work by protecting his adopted son, astonishment when the royal nomination was who is now thrown on the mercy of a cold communicated to him, and made it his business world? Nicholas Rosier I allude to. He is to call on the various members of the diplomatic fully acquainted with all the duties of the office body to thank them. They each and all aswhich was held by the late M. Lermes, and I sumed to themselves the credit of the nominashould think that on none could it be better tion, which rather astonished the young man, bestowed. One word from your lips, my who vainly strove to guess how it was they had Prince, will secure the success of this friendless suddenly come to take such an interest in bim. orphan.”

When he related his wonderment to Pauline, she Friendless! when such lips plead his smiled, and said, “Take my advice, and tocause !" whispered the Prince. "How blest morrow morning wait on the Prince Soubise, were I if the fair Pauline could compassionate and thank him for his mediation." my situation !"

“ The Prince Soubise !” exclaimed Colas. “ It is your Highness's pleasure to mock me.” Nay, then, methinks it is chiefly my kind, my

"If you doubt my words, my actions shall lovely sister I have to thank for this unexpected speak for me. What did you say the youth's good fortune." name was ?”

He failed not, however, to wait on the Prince, who, Mindful of his promise, the Prince, as on the finding his unknown protégé to be a handsome, following morning he sat conversing with Ma- agreeable youth, advised him to pay his devoirs dame Pompadour, turned the discourse on the to Madame de Pompadour. Nor was that lady late embezzlement at the Admiralty; and when less pleased when Colas, kneeling, and respectMadame had spoken with pity of the innocent fully kissing her hand, expressed his titude old man on whom Gatry wished to cast the in emphatic and well-chosen words. crime, said, “Alas ! he is now beyond our pity. Colas entered on the duties of his new office The shock was too great for him, and doubtless with the consciousness of the power and will he now looks down from the realms of bliss on to fulfil them to the very letter, and speedily rethat earthly angel who saved his name from ceived the confidence and esteem of his supebeing sullied by the brand of dishonour !" riors; while his inferiors looked up to him as a

Madame Pompadour was much grieved, and special favourite of fortune and royalty. inquired what family he had left behind him. It is by no means our intention to compel our The Prince told her, spoke in the highest terms readers to follow Colas, step by step, throughof Colas, and then alluded to the vacant office. out his rapid and brilliant career.

The same His fair hearer was quick of comprehension, chain of influence still continued in force, and resolved that the youth should succeed to working out his advancement with almost his foster-father. In her next interview with the inagical power, and the son of the poor king, he said, “See, the names of the candidates sempstress rose to the highest pinnacle of court for the office of sub-treasurer at the Admiralty favour, and was the primary cause of many im. have been brought to me: I care not who has portant events, materially affecting, not only his it. Tell me, which of these shall I select ?" own country, but also England and Austria.

“ Some Mons. Meuron seems, from this Thus a quarrel with an attaché to the English paper, to be recommended by the minister as embassy, arising from a mere trifle, which led most eligible."

the young Englishman to forget himself so far “ Indeed! I have not looked at it yet. Well, as to condemn, in no very measured terms, the I suppose Berns knows best. Let this—what French government generally, and cast reflecdo you call him ?-have it.”

tions on individuals, and among others on the “ Your Majesty has it now in your royal power Prince Soubise, Madame Pompadour, and the to perfect a work already begun. Your inter- king, which Colas indignantly refuted, caused a ference unmasked that scoundrel Gatry, and duel between the two.

Cólas was severely saved his innocent victim from dishonour.' The wounded; and Pauline, excited by her love and anguish, represented the events to the Prince so: mitted there by stealth, smuggled up backforcibly, that he in his turn feeling himself as stan cases, and employed as a mere scribe, not grieved, flew to Madame Pompadour, and nar- saw himself a flattered and honoured guest. Now rated to her the insolence and vile aspersions of he could behold “his Pauline”—for his he felt the English attaché. The enraged favourite she was in heart and spirit-shining amid the vowed vengeance, not only on the individual, fair dames of the court, the fairest of them all ; but on his whole nation, and from that moment now he could converse, dance, and walk with she spared no pains, no blandishments, to in- her. But they were far too politic to betray their duce the king to declare war against England, good understanding: 'tis true he paid her and was soon successful in her endeavours. homage-who did not ? But only those well

Colas recovered, and his gratitude towards his versed in the free-masonry of love could have fair sister for her gentle cares during his illness detected the secret intelligence which spoke in awoke a stronger feeling than mere brotherly each word, each look, that passed between them. love in his heart; but how could he dare raise It was only in their private interviews that the his eyes to one so immeasurably above him? heart spoke out. In one of these Pauline said, “Ah, Pauline !” he murmured one day, as, un “Did you notice the young Countess Staremrebuked, his arm encircled her graceful form, berg last-night? What a magnificent veil she " were I but nobly born”--he paused, but a had on! What would I not give for one like it!" glance finished the sentence far more expres- “I dare say it is not the only one in the sively than words could have done ; and Pauline, world,” said Colas. "I will ask the Austrian while her eyes fell beneath his ardent gaze, and ainbassador whence the countess procured it; her bosom heaved with delight, resolved that

, if and that point once ascertained, my Pauline not nobly born, he should become ennobled. shall soon possess a similar one." Accordingly once more she attacked the Prince, “ How kind you are, dear Colas. But alas, reproached him with ingratitude to the young there are but three such veils; the one the man who had so nobly fought in defence of his Countess has, the other is in the possession of character, and was even now suffering from the the Empress of Austria, and doubtless the third effects of his gallantry. The Prince, who had is not for me." in point of fact forgotten that such a person as “ We will try what can be done at all events. Nicholas Rosier existed, in order to appease his You and I have worked wonders ere this, beautiful goddess, declared that he had been Pauline. But tell me, when will you become thinking more than once how he could best re- mine, my bride, my wife?" compense his brave young champion, and asked Whenever the fellow to that lovely reil can her if she thought that the presentation of a form a portion of my bridal attire." cross of the legion of honour would be suffi- With such an inducement who can fail? I cient. Pauline replied that, if it were accompa- feel confident of success. Adieu awhile, dearest. nied by a patent of nobility, the Prince would I go to the Austrian ambassador's." indeed hare magnificently acquitted himself of Colas found the Count Staremberg almost in the debt

, and entreated his pardon for having despair ; his attempts to effect an alliance between doubted his gratitude and goodness of heart

. France and Austria, against Prussia, had hitherto Animated by her smiles, the Prince found it no proved fruitless, and he was about to abandon difficult matter to interest the Marchioness in his mission in utter hopelessness. Colas, bs favour of the handsome youth who had so grate- speaking of the ball, easily contrived to bring fully thanked her for a slight favour, and so the conversation round to the point he wished chivalrously fought in vindication of her fame ; to astertain, namely, the place where the third and she, in her turn, with a few well-turned reil was to be found, stating candidly that he compliments, won from the king a cross of the wanted it for a lady who would be his on :a legion of honour, and a patent of nobility, in other terms. The Count replied that it was in suring rank to Colas and his heirs for ever. the possession of one from whom it would be as

Accustomed as mankind are to see their sel- difficult to obtain it as to win Louis's consent to low-creatures fluttering to-day in all the blaze an alliance with Austria. of fortune and favour, and to-morrow vanished, “ All things are practicable,” observed Colas. forgotten, and known no more, or vice versa, whose mind was bent on the attainment of his still, the rapid and brilliant good fortune of object. Colas excited no little attention : all could not, * True,” replied the Count; “ therefore, if as we do, "peep behind the curtain," and trace you can contrive to bring about the alliance,! out the influence, link by link, which drew him will undertake to place the veil in your hands." upwards, and consequently they were led to be- Again Colas sought Pauline, and recounted lieve that it was some wonderful talent and his success to her; again was the secret influence rerit, visible to the lynx-eyes of royalty, which transmitted from link to link of this human

'asioned these results, and the consequence of chain. Pauline worked on the Prince by ex. is was that even the ministers paid court to citing his ambition, by pointing out the laurels n; and Cardinal Bernis, in order to attach which might be gained in a war with Prussia, it in closely

to himself, nominated him to a lu- France were allied to Austria; the glory which intire and honourable government office. The would gild his name, and add the only charm Count Oran courted the society of the young wanting to make him the hero of his time.

mite, and Colas, who had once been ad- Long did the Prince struggle against the force

of the passions, the power of the visions she i

LINES, had conjured up. The envy of his compeels, Richelieu and d'Etreer had, he believed, thrown

(Written after a visit to Ulleswater.) him into the shade; here was a new field of Lone o'er the crooked Lake he rowed—a man enterprise opened to him, a field in which he Of broken hopes. A twilight pallor swept mighi eclipse them, win renown, and gain fresh His cheek, which yet would flush anew, what time favour in the eyes of Mademoiselle de Pons. His heart slept on the past, and thus forgot Ambition triumphed, and he now attacked Ma- The mem'ries of its bright but shatter'd dreams. dame de Pompadour; but all his eloquence, all Untimely griefs and thought had bleach'd his hair ; his skill availed him nothing. In vain did he Yet he was young. Alone be paddled on, try to awaken her prejudices against the King And scann'd the scene. Serenely still the hour. of Prussia, in vain appeal to her feelings in No murmur broke upon the halcyon heaven, behalf of the Empress. “I have no great regard Save of the golden wavelets, sweeping o'er for the King of Prussia, but I know how to

The Lake, like happy feelings which, so calm,

Float on the faces of the beautiful. repay the scorn of the Empress with hate," was her reply. The Prince assured her that she did. As round him, clust'ring, rose a mountain throng.

His glance grew bright, and quicker pulsed his heart, that royal lady injustice, for that she highly esteemed her.

“ Ye ancient hills !" ('twas thus his thoughts “ I will believe it,” replied the Marchioness, began) when the Empress herself shall tell me so." “ Great Thrones of the Great THunden, 'thwart The Prince withdrew in despair, and poured

whose brows the tale of his want of success into the sym- The young Sun slanted his new morning light, pathizing ear of Pauline, by whom it was again As fresh and fadeless is he now as then

And gilded your first coronets of mist! repeated to Colas, and by him to the Count And so are ye. Staremberg.

Ye wear not yet the blanch Some few weeks afterwards the Marchioness And stars, the earth, and ever youthful sky.”

Of th' Hoary power, erst bid to spare but sea drew the Prince Soubise gently aside, and said, “ I fear, my friend, that we must soon part.”

As clouds that, sudden, poise in middle flight, How? And you can tell me this with a Then spread careering down the shifting breeze; smile, and such looks of joy ?”

So paused he here in mid apostrophe, If I lose the pleasure of your society,” she Then thus, in alter'd style, indulged his thoughts :replied, “ I shall have that of knowing that you " While round this domed and tower'd and citied hare attained your wishes. The King will shortly globe make you commander-in-chief of his army." Have gone the notes of mould'ring, echoing now

Is it possible?” exclaimed the Prince, each | O’er weedy jungled hearths of ancient homes, feature radiant with joy.

Where dwelt the earliest of the Earth, and now “ His majesty has resolved to accept the With hollow breath in shatter'd skeletons alliance of Austria, and I rejoice at it, for the of primal palaces, where coarse wild grass Empress certainly is one of the most amiable And horrent thistles grow; now blown by fits and fascinating of women. You shall see what | And hurtling desert echoes, dismal heard a very delightful letter I have received froin And giant temples ebon'd deep with age,

'Mid broken judgment-seats, and senate-walls, her."

Whose breezy sanctuaries loos'ning, fling That same evening Colas sought a private in- Their stony imag'ry and sculptured scrolls terview with Pauline ; and, throwing over her where pale old moss and flaky mouldiness the much coveted veil, clasped her unresisting Grow on the glory of tower and column-wrecks ; in his arms, and whispered, My love! my While old religions, and their priests and shrines, bride."

Kings and their graves, and languages and thrones And here we will take leave of them, merely Have pass'd away, these rooted hills still wear adding that they were shortly united, and as

The pleasant greenness of their morning years. Colas possessed a handsome property, he re

As greenly will they swell upon the gaze solved to quit the uncertain splendours of a

Of far posterities ; while crowding swarms

Of human millions yet to come and go, court, and in retirement enjoy domestic felicity.

With all their pageantries and deeds and names, The Prince failed to win the laurels he so

Shall be ere then oblivious havoc, dark ardently coveted, but was ingloriously beaten, In Earth, the spacious grave of all the dead. and returned home to find that his goddess had Ye monarchs, that have seen the mighty past, wedded that man whose fortune he had, at her And breasted his omnipotence unscathed, instigations, contributed to make.

To me your look is mockery, for few There is a moral to my tale. Gentle reader, My years and sad! Yet some few morrows more, seek it out; and rejoice that the road to fame is And I must sleep beneath the grass." a more open one than that of yore.

He paused.
Cold fell that thought upon his heart, so late
Jocund and full of hope, now changed : as flowers
That speak the sweetest language of the ground
A little while, then strew their wither'd leav
Around, and utter to the grieving breeze
Their soft low rustle of mortality.
Before the genius of eternal youth

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That lived enshrined in th' aged hills, he felt

“ Oh beautiful, ye streams, how beautiful His own quick passing. Listlessly his oar

Ye cataracts of light! Your freshness sheds He plied again, and roam'd he reck'd not where. A coolness on my heart, unused to loosen thus. Forth on his eye the batter'd vastness broke

Bright in the burst of its wild loveliness, Of huger hills. While gazing round the scene, Your gushing glory leaps from ancient shades, The solemn shade of whose immensity

And says, or seems to say, “Like us shall man, Slanted afar, thus broke his gush of thought : Lucent through all his spirit, spring again,

Undarken'd by the shadow of his grave.' “ Ha! ha! ye thunder-cloven crags, that drip With the green breath of old Eternity,

With nature thus he talked. But evening now, And shed the dusky awe of agedness!

That sweetest smile of the Great Sky, came down. E'en ye so huge and mighty, cannot hide

Forth, grain’d with amethyst and green and gold, Your overwhelm of unrecorded years !

The huge rock-walls were sprent with water-gems. In furrow'd hieroglyphs, the hand of Time

A thousand thousand golden columns seem'd Has writ a tale of storms upon your brows,

The tree trunks of their crowning woods. Some rose And stripp'd your ancient locks! Blazed on your All garlanded with yellow-wreathed light; fronts,

And others, draped with ivy, proudly tower'd The lightnings of his thousand years have spent Like verdant obelisks. Here and there were seen, Their dread, wild revelry omnipotent !

Through mountain vistas, glimpses of arcades Glad, glad I see, ye wrinkled hills, your scorch'd Where purple shadows played and sunny smiles. And splinter'd vastness! Hoary brow'd like me, One babbling rillet, delicately tinged The twilight of eternal evening pales

Like pale gold melted, spangled every rock
Your bleak high peaks, or coldly seems to pale !

Where'er it fell. On all the scene a veil
Its freshness spreading, soft and low the lake Of shadowings fell, cloud-cast and beautiful!
Has plash'd and bathed your feet for ages! Dews While softly floating on the halcyon air,
The while have trickled down the quiet air,

And bathing in the hues of heaven, there came
And pearl'd your venerable forms 1-But vain ! A coronet of clouds, enwreathing all !
No greenness clothes you with its youthful hue, Before this lofty and sun-burnish'd scene,
The valley's livery vain as these the streams

His spirit, brightening, open'd thus its thoughts :That cranny through your ragged rifts, or break Like flashes of a shatter'd genius!

“ Oh what a loveliness is on these hills, Yet these to stars and suns have sparkled on

Whose floating shadow falls upon the lake Through generations, gushing on the view,

Like lute-notes stealing through a quiet heart! Save where, like generations never scroll'd

This heraldry of earth—these gloried rocks, Among the mockeries of things gone by,

Suffused with airy gold and silvery lights ; Prone down in everlasting shadows whelm'd

Here dropp'd with twinkling pearl ; there twined They fall!"

with show

Of flowery lace; now, waving on the air, He paused. The doom that soon must liglit O'er sweet wild music of the voice of streams; On his young years gloom'd in his thoughts.

Now wandering fragrantly mid purple stones

To curl the trees with liveries of bloom ;" I feel,"

Yes! thus arrayed, these hills, though cold dead rock, He said, “ such shadows soon will fold my being :

Yet breathe a moral spirit on the heart, 'Tis hard ;-the promise of the spring of life,

And change its mood with every changing phase ; Young hopes, the earliest daughters of the heart,

For late I could have laid me down and wept And tender interlinks-to lose them all,

Amid some mouldering by-gone capital, And greet so soon the undew'd dust of graves

Where old white weeds, like tangled hoary hair, With this high pulsing life-'tis hard ! Well, well ;

Creep dank on human names and broken walls ; Mine is the common lot ; for aged men,

But now this loveliness of trees and streams, Their brows besprinkled with the snow of years,

This pomp of rock and sky, have changed my mood: Have been where I am now-what I see, seen;

Sweeter to mingle with a scene like this: But greening o'er them waves the valley-grass :

It blends us with the Power that folds around They sleep forgotten! Here full oft hath been, This great pavilion of the universe.While yet the glory of his youth was fresh,

Pageants of mountain-pomp! Ye altar-hills ! The strong young man : around him Hower'd the Lovely as mighty, and beautiful as thrones hopes

Of nature ! sooth’d and happier now, my heart, That early genius gives ;—but now a blank

E'en like the halcyon waters at your feet, Is in his home, and smiles of heavenly light

Is till’d with th' image of your loveliness ! Are beaming on his rest. Yes, youth and age

And thou, sweet lake, that saw'st the morning smile
Locks of the beautiful, whose streaming blond Come mellowing down upon thy watery blue,
Was glass'd in blue and stainless depths below Cresting its ripples with a feathery gold,
The silver honours of the hoary head-

While now, the twilight of this evening hour
The forms where genius shrined and nature dwelt- Falls calmly as the early light of hope
All have been imaged here, and all are gone!

On childhood's happy dream, thy crystal face Softly as on this lake the light of stars

Is full of heaven. A dream of spirit-lands E'er slept, they press Earth's pillow.”

Comes with thy smile, that fills the silver'd air.

Rich as a tune upon the feelings sinks

On he moved Thy holy hush ; and utterings are breathed, To where again, like molten silver falls,

So sweet yet echoless, so deep yet still, The waters gush'd, and down the channel'd rocks

That all my spirit listens. Oh, I feel Flung loud their sparkling masses to the lake.

"Tis Nature, talking with the heart of man!” lle look'd, and smiled, as sorrow smilen, then thus :


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