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of whom he was already well known by
name, but many of them had never yet
seen him. One of these is fond of telling
how he first saw him, in the midst of a
number of other strangers, practising
rifle shooting, at a rifle ground, that was
much frequented by the exiles. "I
went into the ground," he says,
looking round, saw a young man leaning
on his rifle, watching the shooters, and
waiting for his turn. He was about five
feet eight inches high, and slightly made;
he was dressed in black Genoa velvet,
with the large republican hat; his long,
curling black hair, which fell upon his
shoulders, the extreme freshness of his
clear olive complexion, the chiselled de-

to have his sisters treated in every respect as well as himself, and used to try and get for them as much liberty and freedom of thought and action as he enjoyed himself; their mother used sometimes to be away in the country, and then their father, not being very sure of the conduct of the servants, used to forbid the daughters to leave the house, taking it for granted that his son would, like other young men, go and come as he liked. Not so, however, he used to insist on their having their fair share of pleasure, and used regularly to take his turn of staying at home; indeed,' she said, those were our gay times, for we knew he would always stay whenever we wished, and we used some-licacy of his regular and beautiful featimes to impose upon his good nature; but so far from being angry, he was always delighted to see us happy, for,' she concluded, 'from the time he was born till now, I do not believe he ever had a thought of self.""

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These details were not intended for the public eye, and we have some hesitation in including them in this notice, but we are very anxious that as many of our countrymen as possible should really know what manner of man this is, whose prite rights were treacherously and infamously infringed by our government, when he was dwelling amongst us, in the faith that English hospitality was a reality, and not a mockery to a man, and who has frequently been the subject of the most maltgnant calumnies on the part of the leviathans of our daily press; and who is now, on the one hand, calling upon us to aid him in the holy cause of the emancipation of his country; and, on the other, offering that country to us, when freed, as an ally in perfecting the victory of the freedom of commerce, and in winning that of the freedom of the human conscience, over the thraldom of papal and other ecclesiastical misrule. And after all, although in public print, we shall for the most part be read in private, and by the individuals who form our English homes, and there such scenes and thoughts of home will always meet with the true appreciation of respect and sympathy.

On quitting Piedmont, Mazzini went to Marseilles, where there were a considerable number of Italian exiles, to all

tures, aided by his very youthful look, and sweetness and openness of expression, would have made his appearance almost too feminine, if it had not been for his noble forehead, the power of firmness and decision that was mingled with their gaiety and sweetness in the bright flashes of his dark eyes, and in the varying expression of his mouth, together with his small and beautiful moustachios and beard. Altogether he was, at that time, the most beautiful being, male or female, that I had ever seen; and I have not since seen his equal. I had read what he had published, I had heard of what he had done and suffered, and the moment I saw him I knew it could be no other than Joseph Mazzini."

The slightness of his figure has been increased by the hardships he has undergone. His long black hair has become scant and prematurely grey, and his whole appearance bespeaks a life of trial and suffering, yet there is still in his face that rare mixture of power, beauty, and sweetness which have been his characteristics through life, and which have won at once the reverence and the love of all who have had the opportunity of really knowing him, and which cause even strangers to feel when they see him, that there is something wonderful in him, and that he is indeed unlike all other men.

(To be continued.)

THE difference between fair ladies and ladies' fairs is this, the former besiege men's hearts, the latter the pockets.

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the white spire of a church, and specks of white houses and purple mountains, almost melting away, looming up like shadows in the mellow atmosphere, at the extreme verge of the horizon, imposed admiration upon the least enthusiastic soul, who might sit at my study window,

I received news in the year 18-, of around, and a fair, clear sheet of water, a large property recently bequeathed me by a very distant relative. The event filled me with astonishmeut, for I had never seen my great-great-uncle, and if all reports concerning his character were true, I am certain that had he known me before, I should not to-day rejoice in a fortune of forty thousand, besides at the right of the mansion. numerous rent rolls; for, unfortunately,| I have said it was a double cottage, I am a person apt to speak my mind, and express my disapprobation of vice by whoever committed.

If I did

and the reader may think there was ample room for a gentleman—and single -with plenty to spare. I thought so, Desirous of retiring to the country, yet at least, as I perambulated the old-fashso unambitious as to wish my name and ioned apartments, and counted, in all station unknown, I determined to visit fourteen, besides the kitchen end, which, Greenbourg, as a pay tenant of one of I forgot to mention, was attached to the my own houses; accordingly I selected house by a narrow, low entry. a very pretty and antique double cottage, sigh, half audibly, because there was no with its side porch completely covered sweet face to smile upon me, no soft voice with honeysuckles, and the most delight- to whisper-"we shall be so happy," why! ful odors issuing from its large and taste- was it more than any lone man, with a fully laid out garden. The precise ar- loving but not too susceptible heart, would chitecture of this cottage it would be do? was it more than natural? difficult to class. It was beautiful, but Still, after a heigh-ho or two, I conby no means modern. The upper win-soled myself by thinking, "at any rate, dows, diamond-paned, projected very I am wealthy enough, though to be sure, much, with a curious little cornice jutting that would be a poor recommendation to out over each, elaborately carved and or- a disinterested lady; but never mind, namented. The front portico was sup- there's a time for all things. ported by four slender pillars, around My first look out was for a housewhich the glossy dark vines of the wood-keeper, a good and somewhat garrulous bine curled gracefully, and meeting, threw old lady, with whom I might while away innumerable delicate tendrils over the my leisure hours, for I am a remarkably arch at the top. The situation of this good listener. I had but to hint to one pleasant house was rather romantic, too; tolerably smart gossip, and the following a deep ravine, filled with rank shrubbery, day I was besieged by some dozen good from among which peeped out scarlet and old souls, with excellent recommendpurple, and blue wild flowers, like timor- ations; but one I preferred above them ous eyes down in the gloom, skirted the all-she had lived with the former master left wall. Centuries ago, some wild thirty years. For this weighty reason, stream babbled to the mountain pines, madam Jaques was my choice, Very tall, through this same solemn ravine, and very grave, and very much wrinkled, she where rank grass and poisonous plants would have sat finely for a most vigilant kiss the scraggy stones, gold and silver duenna; as it was, she became installed fishes, bright denizens of pure rivers, from that day, as my very venerable houseplayed in their pebbly dells. A wide- kceper. A week exalted her highly in spread lawn, dotted at regular distances my estimation. When she knew me busy with stately and glorious old elms, slept with my studies, or writing, she would in the foreground; abrupt hills, at which move around the house as noiselessly as the setting sun threw golden shafts, a fairy; but after tea, that general, retipped with gorgeous colors, rose all freshing tea, which no one can make like

her, then, with knitting in hand, while so I went up into my curious little west I sat on the front porch, she would talk room, and prepared to enjoy a quiet, as merrily, as a marriage bell. She had meditative hour. been well educated, and her conversation The night was still and heavenly. was sprightly and correct, displaying often a fine versatility of talent, almost a poetic taste.

One month in the house, and I began to sigh over its loneliness. I had made but few female acquaintances, for, to tell the truth, the village could boast of many pretty women, but further than beauty, this deponent sayeth not-don't whisper it. What shall I do? I reflected and sighed, till at last the good housekeeper put a feasible plan in my brain.

"Why not let it?" she asked me one day, "why not let the east part?"

Masses of moonlight, intermixed with dark, but not unpleasing shadows, laid upon the swelling banks that swept down into the still, solemn ravine.

"What a queer anomaly am I," I thought, as my eye mechanically wandered over the charming prospect; "the elements of happiness within and around me, yet every note I touch of my own humanity, every chord to the senses, the passions, the affections, jars upon my soul, and makes strange harmony. Why am I yet unmarried? Have I a false estimate of woman's character? Have I a secret,

"My good dame," I replied in astonish- undefinable feeling, that she is unfathomment, "how can you suppose me capable able? or, restless, vacillating, impulsive, of dispensing with that magnificent in short, a perfect enigma to my own view ?" mind, do I judge her by myself? I have "True, it is pretty-then the west-" sought the society of accomplished women, "And there again; from that ravine, have fancied some, admired others; but with the book of reverie baited with im- when I began to think of love, some agination, I fish up some of my most glo- insurmountable objection, perhaps real, rious gloomy thoughts; hobgoblins are perhaps imaginary, I don't know which, great acquisitions, in a solitary place like has prevented me from that interchange this, and I people that old black hollow, of thought, that blending of souls, which every night, with the queerest phantoms; is so necessary to my nature. Well, positively, it is one of my greatest sources shall never be married, unless some of enjoyment."

The good woman stared at me.


romantic affair brings round the great event; of that I am sure. 1 wish I could Yet," I continued, after a long reconcile myself to the idea that women reverie, "yet this stillness, this monotony, are not angels, or else get a bona fide it oppresses, it is killing me. I rather angel, right from-Heavens!" I ejacuthink I'll let the public know that this lated suddenly, and a cold treinor seized part, this west part-I'll go and sit on the me, as I sat there by the open window; fence when I want to look at the ravine-"angel or ghost," I muttered, "I believe is to let. At any rate, it will be some my impious wish will be answered, peramusement to hear and answer the appli- haps not so pleasantly as I would desire." cants, and I suppose, as I shall let it for a reasonable rent, I shall have at least a thousand and one."

Away down in the old hollow, I distinctly saw a figure floating about, all clad in white. At intervals it would vanish, then "Very likely you will have a great as suddenly return. It was surrounded many," said madam Jacques, quietly. by a soft, blueish white light, that moved That night I put up my sign-large with its every motion. I could see the yellow letters, on a white ground, "fur- undulations of the form, and my eyes nished rooms to let; and that night, I followed it as if attracted by some powerhinted that I should like to know some-ful magnet. A long, white, cloud-like thing of the character of my old great- scarf seemed thrown over the head, great uncle, being very particular to keep the hands moved, sometimes rapidly, our relationship to myself.

But madam Jaques evidently did not, or would not, take the hint; a fact which gave me a better opinion than before of her discretion. But I was disappointed;

up and down, then swayed from side to side, and often seemed extended up along the edge of the steep banks of the ravine.

Once I fancied I saw a face-likewise that it was very sweet and beautiful; but

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house, dissatisfied with my terms; I was neither sorry nor disappointed, as they severally objected.

I am now inclined to think that it was but me as unfavourable, or whose characters, fancy. I was so absorbed, so singularly madam Jaques being the voucher, were fascinated, that I could not move, but sat not above suspicion. Very many left the like a statue, a cold sweat covering me from head to foot. Suddenly, with my nerves up to the highest tension, I sprang from my chair, resolved to know what spirit this was that had thus appeared in answer to my desire; I felt certain it could be no conjured phantom of the imagination.

I hurried down stairs, passed madam Jaques, who was knitting in the soft white light of that glorious evening; she started, and enquired what had happened; "for," said she, "you look pale; maybe your tea was too strong."

I assured her I was well enough, but added, almost nervously, and half inclined to believe myself, though I laughed off my fear, if fear it might be called, "I am going to talk with the spirits in the ravine."

She stared, with a lowering brow, but said nothing. No doubt she thought I was demented.

I went to the ravine! all was black, lonely and still. A cloud passed over the moon, obscuring my vision, and it seemed as if it was gazing down, down into some infernal, fathomless gulf. I knelt, and pushing aside the tangled bushes, peered through them into the profound depth.

At last there came an aged man, with a white, lofty brow, venerable locks, and an unmistakable air of gentility. His dress was plain, but rich, his figure commanding, and his eye peculiarly earnest and piercing. He was accompanied by a very lovely girl, in whose large orbs, though so dark, and deep, and liquid, dwelt a singular and unpleasing expression, that grew absolutely painful when she was addressed. She had a way, too, of pressing her hand upon her heart, with a gesture that gave my own a pang.

Both interested me, so much did they appeal to my sympathics, and silently I said, "yes, you two shall have the house." But they two did not instantly decide.

"We will call to-morrow," said the old gentleman, (and I fancied he glanced uneasily at madam Jaques) "and give you a final answer. Come, Maria,' " and I fancied he spoke in a voice too stern and commanding to such a gentle creature, "Come, Maria, we will go home again."

"Ah," exclaimed madam Jaques, shuddering, as the two disappeared, "a curse has left the house."


Not a sound-nota movement-it must I was startled by the energy with which then have been a spirit; and a feeling of she spoke, and as I gazed enquiringly at solemnity passed over me, as I knelt her, I perceived her faee was flushed with there, a sensation, as if invisibles were at my very elbow The thought charmed me, gave me a thrill of pleasant horror, to define my impressions correctly.

But enough of this. I went home, thoroughly convinced that the theory of ghostly visitings was not a humbug, retired to my couch-not, however, before I had waited long at the window, hoping for another appearance of the visionthen commending myself heartily to my Maker, I soon sank to sleep.

The following day, visitors poured in, all anxious to see the house! for very few (so said madam Jaques) had ever crossed its threshold during the life of the singular old man who han tenanted it so long. He was born there, and died at the advanced age of ninety-eight.

I had determined to ask an exorbitant price from those whose appearance struck

"The old man with his smooth faceperhaps you thought him a saint-no doubt you did Ah! but he is a wretch, he is a hoary sinner-that he is; no patience when I think of him. Little he expected to see me here,


That sweet girl! he has blasted all her hopes; she was an angel-poor Mariahe has crushed her spirits, made her a machine, a mere automaton of his will, to be guided by his slightest look; to move when he bids her, and stand still when he commands. Shall I tell you her story? you seem interested—well, listen then.

Maria D. was a beautiful creature, one of the sweetest girls in our village. Her parents were poor, and died early, leaving her destitute. It was a shame, for lawyer D----, her father, might, but for his wretched habits, have had a for

tune; but no, he spent his money in beastly excesses, and died drunk. Well, as is usual in such cases, his wife followed him soon-her heart broken. Thus Maria was deprived of both parents, and, poor orphan, who had she to depend upon but this only unele? He took her under his protection; she might as well have gone with an arch fiend. I talk too strongly perhaps well, it is my way when I am excited, and perhaps you will feel equally indignant when you know all.

This uncle, this old man, had one daughter, very handsome, very artful, and Maria, was so innocent, so amiable: you see she inherited her mother's gentle temper.

I shuddered.

"But then," continued madam Jaques, thoughtfully, "the man who unconsciously injured her knew all; and how can he respect the woman he calls wife? or her father? I believe he hates him with a perfect hatred; so there is no happiness in that household-plenty of money but no happiness. I certainly had not such a weight of guilt on my head, thank God!

The story of the unfortunate Maria had filled me with horror; and I dreamed all night of beautiful maidens brokenhearted, chains, and mad-houses; for my imagination is so ductile, cvery passing object will leave an impression upon it, breeding all sorts of fancies.

The next day, towards evening, I had another applicant: a large-framed, athletic-looking woman, who said her hus band was a timid body, and sick at home. Their house was badly situated, and inconvenient; and if I could assure her, upon my honour, that there were no strange sounds heard, and awful visions seen, she would like to take the place; "for," she added, "they say the old house is haunted—and that west part was what the old man occupied; and he can't be at rest, wicked spirit that he was."


A rich traveller sojourned here for some months, saw, and loved Maria. For a long time he was equally attentive to the cousins, for they were both so lovely in appearance. Finally his choice fell upon Maria, who was not only the most accomplished, but the most sensible of the two. Ah! she was no longer innocent and beautiful then in the eyes of that old uncle, for did he not desire the stranger for his own daughter? Oh! he is so avaricious, that old man, I have no patience when I talk of him. The gentle girl returned the affection of this stranger, Haunted! so the old building enjoyed who was really good and honourable, but, the unenviable reputation of being by all accounts, most shockingly sensitive; haunted. Strange, yet not unexpected she loved him back almost idolatrously, news; the allusion to the old man was yet, that wretch of an uncle, that human strange, likewise, very strange; viper, that man, with a demon heart and then the apparition in the ravine. will, deprived her of her lover, and with You look as if you couldn't recomthe most consummate art persuaded him mend it on that score," she exclaimed, that Maria was not good-do you under- abruptly, starting me from my reverie. stand? not virtuous. He determined" Now I don't fear nothing, alive nor that the rich suitor should wed his own child; and so he did. At the same hour of the ceremony, while the party were at church, Maria, poor girl, was raving in a far-off apartment of her uncle's house, tied by the fiend to the wall-secured, hand and foot. Since then, Maria has been little better than an innocent, except at times when she seems to live over again the horrible, the fearful days that intervened during her lover's desertion and marriage.

How think you would her moaning voice sound through these thin partitions, beseeching, invoking, and shrieking in the agony of a broken heart? Poor Maria!

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dead," she continued; "the reason I want to know is for my old man's sake, not that I believe in any thing of the kind; still, when people are nervous—" she hesitated.

"I cannot say," I exclaimed, taking advantage of the pause, "but that 1 have seen strange sights."

The room was quite dark, and the woman glanced around her uneasily. "Do you know," I inquired, drawing nearer, with a solemn manner, "did you ever hear of any frightful murder committed here? or connected any way with that ugly, deep ravine out there?"

"Goodness, no !" she exclaimed, nerveusly, catching up her shawl, and fold

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