-ein schoener, feiner, mann! but he does not know how cruel his ministers are, and all the evil they do, and all the justice they refuse, in his name!"

[The excitement and fatigue produced a severe attack of illness under which she was still labouring, when, on the fifth day after her interview with Nicholas, a laquais in the imperial livery, came to her lodging with a sealed packet, and "the emperor's compliments to Mademoiselle Ambos." It was the pardon for her brother.]

Those mean official animals, who had before spurned her, now pressed upon her with offers of service, and even the minister C- offered to expedite the pardon himself, to Siberia, in order to save her trouble; but she would not suffer the precious paper out of her hands: she determined to carry it herself to be herself the bearer of glad tidings: she had resolved that none but herself should take off those fetters, the very description of which had entered her soul; so, having made her arrangements as quickly as possible, she set off for Moscow, where she arrived in three days. According to her description, the town of Siberia, to the governor of which she carried an official recommendation, was nine thousand versts beyond Moscow; and the fortress to which the wretched malefactors were exiled, was at a great distance beyond that. I could not well make out the situation of either, and, unluckily, I had no map with me but a road map of Germany, and it was evident that my heroine was no geographer. She told me that, after leaving Moscow, she travelled post seven days and seven nights, only sleeping in the carriage. She then reposed for two days, and then posted on for another seven days and nights; alone, and wholly unprotected, except by her own innocence and energy, and a few lines of recommendation, which had been given her at St. Petersburgh.

story, she burst into a fresh flood of tears-and for some time could utter nothing but passionate exclamations of grief.

"Ach liebe Gott! was für ein schrecklich shichsal war das meine!— What a horrible fate was mine! I had come thus far to find-not my brother— nur ein grab! (only a grave!") she repeated several times, with an accent of despair. The unfortunate man had died a year before. The fetters in which he worked had caused an ulcer in his leg, which he neglected, and, after some weeks of horrid suffering, death released him. The task-work, for nearly five years, of this accomplished, and even learned man, in the prime of his life and mental powers, had been to break stones upon the road, chained hand and foot, and confounded with the lowest malefactors.

NAPOLEON AND CHARLEMAGNE.

The tomb of Charlemagne is still existing in the magnificent cathedral of Aixla-Chapelle, although long since rifled of its contents. It was opened in 1165 by the Emperor Frederick Barbarossa, and the dead monarch was found, clothed in royal robes, and seated in a chair of marble, with the gospels on his knees, his sword beside him, and a small casket, containing a portion of the earth which received the blood of the martyred St. Stephen at his feet. After having been exposed for a short time, “a la veneration publique," the body was enclosed in a beautiful antique sarcophagus; but no vestige of it now remains, It is supposed that bone after bone has been taken away as sacred relics; and it is said that one solitary fragment, rescued from this traffic, has been re-interred in the vault in which the body was originally deposited. The vast stone that seals this vault, placed immediately under the centre of the dome, has the words CAROLO MAGNO inscribed upon it. sacristan who shews the building, tells that he accompanied Napoleon and Jo-. sephine into every part of it; they were followed, he says, by a numerous and brilliant cortège of the staff. When Napoleon read these words, he retreated from the verge of the stone, rendered sacred by such an inscription, and having remained for a moment gazing on it, walked slowly round; without placing his foot within its limits, but with his eyes still fixed upon the venerated name. The marble chair in which the body was found seated, is still preserved, and has been frequently used in the coronation of succeeding emperors. Manning and Smithson, Printers, 12, Ivy-lane.

At length, in the beginning of August, she arrived at the end of her journey, and was courteously received by the commandant of the fortress. She presented the pardon, with a hand which trembled with impatience and joy, too great to be restrained-almost to be borne. The officer looked very grave, and took, she thought, a long time to read the paper, which consisted only of six or eight lines. At last he stammered out, "I am sorry-but the Henri Ambos mentioned in this paper-is dead!"Poor girl! she fell to the earth.

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