titude in action. My uncle took his measures without the loss of a moment, and, but for the affectionate fidelity of one man, they could scarce have failed of success.

"On the very night after this explanation with my uncle, an old servant of my father's came to me by stealth; If you would not be a Turkish slave before you are three days older,' said he, in low and earnest tones, ‘make use of this present moment; for one hour more will see you with the gag in your mouth, on your way to Sukhoom Kalé.' Behold! here is some money; not much, but all I have. A horse is ready for you below the red rock to the west of the village; take your arms and begone. May God send you better times, and confusion to your villanous uncle.' There was not, as he said, a moment to be lost. Rising and arming myself without noise, I followed the honest fellow, embraced him, took his money, mounted the horse,-my own, which he had secured for me,-and rode away at a round pace. But where was I to go-where had I reason to hope for security? How could I quit the country where my beart was centred? I drew the reins as these thoughts passed through my mind, but soon relaxed them; when the animal, as if it had guessed my secret thoughts, took of itself the way to the dwelling of Fathmeh. A more dangerous one could not have been selected, for it was just the one in which, when missed, my pursuers were sure to seek me: but to see Fathmeh once more I was resolved, let the consequence be what it might; so spurring onwards my horse, which well knew every foot of the way, made such good speed that just at dawn of day I reached the village. As I cautiously approached its outskirts,—for I feared alarming the village dogs at that untimely hour,-I observed something move and glimmer in the bushes near me, and I stopped under the shadow of a tree to watch it: it was the garment of a woman, and, without stirring myself, I watched its movements. They were wavering and uncertain. Even the darkness could not hide the distracted manner in which the wearer stopped, gazed around, then hurried on apace,— then stopped and moved alternately in a few minutes she approached the spot where I remained still mounted. My heart beat wildly as she drew near; I felt that thrill throughout my frame which only one object can inspire. In another moment I had sprung from my horse, darted forward, and held my beloved Fathmeh in my arms.

"My joy was still mingled with amazement, and I eagerly inquired how it happened that she was abroad at so unusual an hour; but she only clung to me the closer, exclaiming, It is true, then-it is true! you are here!' It is true, indeed, my beloved,' replied I; ' I am here; and, Fathmeh, on you it depends this moment to say, whether we part now and for ever, or never part again while life remains to us.' I felt her shudder fearfully in my arms as I said these words. I know it—I know it all,' she said, in a voice of deep emotion; but what-what can we do? whither can we fly? Oh! you know not-you cannot-Oh! I will follow you to death, if you will take me!' Then do not ask where we shall go, dearest,' replied I; depart we must from hence, and now is the only time-we must leave this dangerous spot before the village is alarmed.' The growl of a dog close at hand, while it enforced my argument, made both of us start. In the next moment I saw the glare of its eye from beneath the covert of a bush. One short uncertain bark was all he gave, for an arrow from my bow silenced him for ever before another sound could be emitted. Ere another moment passed I was on the saddle, with Fathmeh behind me, trembling and sobbing with terror and excitement, and my horse was rapidly leaving the village behind us.

"We had now to decide upon the important consideration of where we were to go for safety, for that another hour would see us hotly pursued,

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was as certain as that we had escaped. My first idea was to strike right down the country, to cross the Kubau river, and take refuge with the Russians. But the way was far, the peril great,-I knew not how we might be received by a stranger people, and I was unwilling entirely to abandon my country. To confide in the hospitality of any chief of my own nation, while accompanied by such a creature as Fathmeh, would have been like taking refuge from murderers in the den of a robber. There was one man, an Abbassian of the mountains by nation, and of considerable influence with the tribes of that people, with whom, in the course of our expeditions, I had become acquainted; indeed, with whom a part of my family was distantly connected. He was renowned for the liberality of his spirit, and the sincerity of his hospitality. With him, I believed, I might be safe, at least until some better course could be devised. The way was far indeed, but we had little choice; so, resolving at once, we made the best speed we could towards the habitation of Anselan Beg.

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During our progress, Fathmeh, resuming her composure as our distance from the village increased, explained to me the cause of the singular situation which had been the means of our so readily meeting.

"In the course of the previous day, she had overheard some of her master's household conversing about a journey which he purposed making to Anapa with his slaves and captives for sale: she made out that the time appointed was an early one, for the preparations were already begun; but she could not discover the exact day, and this uncertainty increased the shock which the intelligence produced. Terrified lest all should be over before she might see me again, she would have ventured her life for the chance of meeting me; but to attempt it would have been as fruitless as hazardous. The day passed in an agony of anxiety, and the night closed in drearily, for she knew not what the morrow might bring forth. In the troubled slumber of heaviness and sorrow, she was visited by a dream so distinct and vivid, as to seem almost like reality. She thought she saw me driven from my home, pursued by fierce-looking men, and lurking for concealment in a thicket near the village. In making an effort to run forward and warn me of my danger, she awoke; but a voice distinctly sounded in her ear, saying, He awaits thee-go!' Day was almost breaking; she lay for a few minutes to collect her thoughts, but the impression of her dream was so powerful, that she could not divest herself of the belief that it was a warning which it would be criminal to neglect. Almost mechanically she arose, dressed herself, and wandered forth to the spot where we met. And O Hussein!' she concluded; rather would I perish with thee, as may shortly be the case, than live as a slave and far from thee.'

"Alas! our journey was destined to be but a short and a luckless one. Before the day closed in, as we issued from a thicket which clothed the side of a hill, just before entering a steep and winding pass, we found ourselves, without the smallest previous warning, in full presence of a numerous troop of horsemen, headed by a chief in complete armour and in the Abbassian garb. Retreat was impossible: with a jaded horse bending under a double burden, it would have been madness to attempt it. I strung my bow, and fitted an arrow to the string; but while hesitating whether to resist or to yield, a friendly signal from the chief induced me to return it to the quiver. In another moment his attendants darted forward, surrounded and secured me.

"The chief was Ismael Iantemir, my ancient hereditary foe, and I was instantly recognised. Entreaties, prayers, ravings, were in vain. I swore that Fathmeh was my wife; they laughed at me, and tore us from each other. I was bound and gagged, while she was placed on horseback behind one of Iantemir's confidential attendants. A detachment from the party taking charge of us turned back, ascending again the

very pass by which they had come, and we were to have gone, while the rest pursued the original route and object of their journey.

"Another day and a night carried Fathmeh and myself to Tzingoorchi, the stronghold of Ismael Iantemir; and even the journey with all its miseries was happiness compared to the dull blank period which succeeded it for though I could neither speak, nor be spoken to by Fathmeh, I could at least sometimes cast my eyes upon her, and that of itself was a blessed comfort; but during the two dismal months of a close and loathsome confinement, I never saw my beloved companion. It was but two days before I met your party, that having collected a sufficient number of captives to render an expedition to Anapa worth the while, the chief ordered us to be brought forth, bound and gagged in the usual manner, and given each in charge to an armed horseman: then only, in spite of the veil which shrouded her charms, and concealed the features of my Fathmeh from the common gaze, I recognised her form-the cords that bound me bit deeper into my flesh in the vain struggles which I made to approach her-to speak to her; they only drew upon me blows and abuse. I cannot describe the misery of these days. Anguish of mind and bodily torture drove me almost to madness; and had it not been for the consciousness of Fathmeh's presence, I should assuredly have terminated my life and my sufferings together by a leap from one of the precipices along which the path often led, or into one of the torrents which we sometimes crossed. The chief had appointed to meet with an agent of the Pacha of Trabloos (Trebizonde), with whom he had already bargained for his slaves, and whom he expected to find in the very valley where you met us, when we were unexpectedly attacked by your party. It was the will of God that I should fall into your hands-but my unfortunate Fathmeh remains in the tyrant's power. You have been kind to me-you have treated me like a brother, and I would be grateful— but without Fathmeh I cannot, and will not, live. I will guide you wherever you desire-I will serve you at the peril of my life; but to rescue my betrothed wife, or to die in the attempt, is the unalterable purpose of my soul; and the only boon I seek from you is liberty to do

So.

(To be concluded in our next.)

A TORY'S PRAYER TO THE CHOLERA MORBUS.

Venienti occurrite morbo.

O CHOLERA! great Cholera! O hear thy suppliant's prayers,
On bended knee, who calls on thee, thou prince of all man-slayers ;-
A suppliant who invokes thy power in this his deep distress,
Put on thy longest seven-league boots, and hasten here express!
Wrapt up in furs, from Petersburg to England's sea-ports sail,
Or pack thy frosty nose up warm within some cotton bale;
For all our Tory schemes are blown, our forces all are routed,
And Eldon, Wharncliffe, Winchilsea, and Newcastle are flouted,
In vain we rant and rave and swear, strut, hector, cry, or storm,
The people laugh at all we say, determined on Reform.
The Bishops funk, the mod'rates shy, preparing for desertion,-
Our case so serious grows, we stand in want of some diversion.
We've tried delay, we 've bribery tried, intriguing, fibbing, all,
But ev'ry art and trick has fail'd to save us from a fall;
And if thou wilt not fight for us with all thy might and main,
The Bill will pass, and then, good lack, "Chaos is come again."
Hated of gods and men art thou; no kindred spirits move
On earth or sea, in Heaven or hell, that look on thee with love,

Save only I and mine, whose deeds with thine may well compare,
For where we either of us thrive, like desolation 's there.
Thy friend the Czar is our friend too; we 're all in one commission,
To vex and plague the human race, and drive men to perdition.
Midst rags and slavery thou find'st thy greatest power to slay,
But we make rags and slavery, and clear for thee thy way:
And where alone thou strik'st one blow against the sons of men,
When despotism arms thy hand, thou'st force to strike at ten.
Come then, and fight the common cause, and kill unto satiety,
Put politics to flight, and "fright the isle from its propriety."
With Boards of Health, and bulletins, and Halford's proclamation,
Thou 'lt surely cool the addle-brains of this most thinking nation,
Curing reforming fever by thy counter-irritation.

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Compared with thine, Lord Russell's purge" is but a washy dose,
And e'en Lord Brougham, when pinch'd, would find thy arguments a pose.
Appall'd by thee, the Press would wield its hundred arms more meekly,
And Sunday editors would prove within thy grasp but weakly.

The Times, by thee "put out of joint," "gainst Lords would cease to rail,

The Sun would be behind a cloud, the Herald's voice would fail.
As yet, but half the globe thou'st fill'd with fear and wild disorder,
Here a whole Globe, “at one fell swoop,” thou 'lt bring to Russian order.
The Atlas too, that bears a world upon its stout broad shoulder,
When touch'd by thee, with all its charge, in silent dust must moulder:
And Cobbett, that bold man at arms, who braved "the Doctor's" 1 fury,
Will find thy malady, alone, more fatal than a jury.

The Courier's flight thou'lt soon outstrip; thou 'It make the Star shine pale;

The News, when sick'ning at thy gaze, will prove both flat and stale.
The Examiner, when searching thee, thou 'lt deftly stop his breath,
And Life in London at thy blow will all be turn'd to death.

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Then cease to waste thy murd'rous force on German lads and wenches,
And show thy ugly mug" in haste upon our Treasury benches.
Thy motions o'er the minister's must needs obtain priority,
And ev'ry where, 'tis known too well, thou bear'st off the majority.
Lay but thy finger on Lord Grey, thou'lt make him turn all blue;
Smite Holland's head, not all the gin in town will bring him through.
Make Joseph Hume cast his accounts; Lord Althorp give the spasms;
And stop Macaulay's eloquent mouth with mustard cataplasms;
Make Richmond poorly; stay, for once, O'Connell's mighty jaw;
Serve Denman with a noli pros.; stuff Plunkett down thy maw.
Death waits for no man,-Waithman give to that voracious glutton;
Give Lambe a friendly squeeze but once, 'twill make him dead as mutton.
Then hie thee to Guildhall with speed, and seizing on the Livery,
Of Sir John Key and all his wards give us a good delivery.
Where'er a county meeting flocks, show thy grim visage there,
Move off the movers, make the sheriff quick vacate the chair.
And where Political Unions thrive, becalm their vast turmoil
By pouring on its swelling waves a dose of caj'put oil.
So shalt thou Radicals and Whigs involve in one confusion,
Make Royal William tack about, and save " the Constitution."

Corn Laws shall rule, the people starve, the Press shall wear a muzzle,
And Cholera rage uncheck'd for aye, while Tories feast and guzzle ;
Bishops shall snore in peace, secure of giving vogue to any hum,
And Despotism reign supreme another long millennium.

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SEPTEMBER, 1831.

LITERATURE.

NOTICES OF NEW WORKS.

The Private Correspondence of David Garrick, with the most celebrated Persons of his time, &c. Vol. I. 4to. Colburn and Co.

These papers we understand have been in the publishers' hands for several years. Why they were so long withheld from the world is a mystery, which we cannot pretend to solve; but we greet their present appearance, and though inclined to censure their form as far too expensive, we are not the less gratified at their perusal. The letters are very numerous, the first volume containing nearly 700 pages of matter. The correspondents of Garrick, as well as himself, figure among them. Gilbert Walmesley, Newton (afterwards bishop), the Duke of Bedford, Mrs. Cibber, Barry, Foote, Warburton, Murphy, Dodsley, the Duke of Devonshire, Holland, Brown, Mossop, Fordyce, Davies, Hoadley, Baretti, Burke, Clive, Colman, Stevens, Yorke, Johnson, Wilkes, Cumberland, Mansfield, Gainsborough, Macklin, the Wartons, Montague, Burney, Camden, Beattie, Littleton, Chatham, Robertson, Home, Woodfall, Reynolds, are but a few of the names on the list. In short, we have not for a long space of time taken up a work which has afforded us moré entertainment, carrying us back among the spirits who contributed to entertain or improve a generation which, as well as themselves, save haply here and there a relic tottering to decay, is fallen into dusty death. To those who feel interested in dramatic affairs this collection is invaluable. It casts a vast deal of light upon the business of the theatre in Garrick's time, and exhibits the actor in a still higher character as a man, notwithstanding his well-known vanity. Nor does it appear that the charge made against him of loving money, to the extent of which he has been accused, is correct. He seems to have been only as careful of it as every man should be who has known its want, worked hard to acquire it, and is sensible he lives in a country where it is all in all-where, without it, talents are vain and virtue despised-where ignorance with gold is a god, and wealthy infamy is envied.

The intimate footing upon which Garrick lived with the worthiest men of his day, is abundantly shown in these letters, and speaks a vast deal for the character of the man. The Editor of the volume has given us an elaborate memoir of the great actor. If we are instructed rightly, Mr. Boaden fulfilled this office, and he has done it with as much solemn care as if the fate of empires hung upon his commentaries. They are, however, not the less welcome; and in these days when the dominion of imagination is said to be revolutionizing, and the stately tragedy ceasing to interest us as it used to do, we are among those who think that all which relates to its past history is well worth preservation. Mr. Boaden has not spared diligence in performing his task-a task for which he was well qualified, and we render him accordingly our best thanks.

It is amusing to gather from this collection the weaknesses of some of the most gifted minds, and the vanities that here and there disclose themselves. They come in to shadow the brighter parts of the characters, and are evidences how imperfect are those who rank the highest in intellectual endowments. We find many letters which give examples of this sort. The disputes with actors, who seem a troublesome genera, occupy others, while many tend to show that Garrick neglected nothing to forward himself in his profession; and that the criticisms of anonymous wriSeptember, 1831.-VOL. II. NO. v.

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