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moving, which yet remained unexhausted green leaf, nor creeping thing, that moved by weariness.

or stirred, upon the soundless waste. Oh, At this stage of her progress, and whilst what a relief to this burden or silence the agonizing question seemed yet as in- would be a human groan! Here seemed a determinate as ever, Kate's struggle with motive for still darker despair. And yet, despair, which had been greatly soothed by at that very moment, a pulse of joy began the fervor of her prayer, revolved upon her to thaw the ice at her heart. It struck her, in deadlier blackness. All turned, she saw, as she reviewed the ground, that undoubtupon a race against time, and the arrears edly it had been for some time slowly deof the road ; and she, poor thing! how scending: Her senses were much dulled little qualified could she be, in such a con-| by suffering ; but this thought it was, sugdition, for a race of any kind; and against gested by a sudden apprehension of a contwo such obstinate brutes as time and tinued descending movement, which had space! This hour of the progress, this caused her to turn round. Sight had connoontide of Kate's struggle, must have been firmed the suggestion first derived from her the very crisis of the whole. Despair was own steps. The distance attained was now rapidly tending to ratify itself. Hope, in sufficient to establish the tendency. Oh, any degree, would be a cordial for sustain- yes, yes, to a certainty she had been deing her efforts. * But to founder along a scending for some time. Frightful was dreadful chaos of snow-drifts, or snow- the spasm of joy which whispered that the chasms, towards a point of rock, which, worst was over. It was as when the shabeing turned, should expose only another dow of midnight, that murderers had relied interminable succession of the same charac- on, is passing away from your beleaguered ter, might that be endured by ebbing spirits, shelter, and dawn will soon be manifest. by stiffening limbs, by the ghastly darkness it was as when a flood, that all day long that was now beginning to gather upon the has raved against the walls of your house, inner eye? And, if once despair became has ceased (you suddenly think) to rise; triumphant, all the little arrear of physical yes ! measured by a golden plummet, it is strength would collapse at once.

sinking beyond a doubt, and the darlings Oh! verdure of human fields, cottages of of your household are saved. Kate faced men and women (that now suddenly seem- round in agitation to her proper

direction. ed all brothers and sisters), cottages with She saw, what previously, in her stunning children around them at play, that are so confusion, she had not seen, that, hardly far below-oh! summer and spring, flowers two stones' throw in advance, lay a mass and blossoms, to which, as to his symbols, of rock, split as into a gateway. Through God has given the gorgeous privilege of re- that opening it now became probable that hearsing for ever upon earth his most mys- the road was lying. Hurrying forward, terious perfection-Life, and the resurrec- she passed within the natural gates. Gates tions of Life-is it indeed true, that poor of paradise they were. Ah, what a vista Kate must never see you more? Mutter- did that gateway expose before her dazzled ingly she put that question to herself. But eye? what a revelation of heavenly prostrange are the caprices of ebb and flow in mise? Full two miles long, stretched a the deep fountains of human sensibilities. long narrow glen, everywhere descending, At this very moment, when the utter inca- and in many parts rapidly. All was now pacitation of despair was gathering fast at placed beyond a doubt. She was descendKate's heart, a sudden lightening shot far ing—for hours perhaps had been descendinto her spirit, a reflux almost supernatural, ing insensibly, the mighty staircase. Yes, from the earliest effects of her prayer. A Kate is leaving behind her the kingdom of thought had struck her all at once, and this frost and the victories of death. Two thought prompted her immediately to turn miles further there may be rest, if there is round. Perhaps it was in some blind not shelter. And very soon, as the crest yearning after the only memorials of life in of her new-born happiness, she distinguishthis frightful region, that she fixed her eye ed at the other end of that rocky vista, a upon a point of billy ground by which she pavilion-shaped mass of dark-green foliage, identified the spot near which the three a belt of trees, such as we see in the lovely corpses were lying. The silence seemed parks of England, but islanded by a screen deeper than ever. Neither was there any (though not everywhere occupied by the phantom memorial of life for the eye or for usurpations) of a thick bushy undergrowth, the ear, nor wing of bird, nor echo, nor Oh, verdure of dark-olive foliage, offered

suddenly to fainting eyes, as if by some evening :” and what lurked half unconsciwinged patriarchal herald of wrath relent- ously in these words might be—“The sun, ing-solitary Arab's tent, rising with saint- that rejoices, has finished his daily toil; ly signals of peace, in the dreadful desert, man, that labors, has finished his ; I, that must Kate indeed die even yet, whilst she suffer, have finished mine." That might sees but cannot reach you? Outpost on be what she thought, but what she said the frontier of man's dominions, standing was, “it is evening; and the hour is come within life, but looking out upon everlasting when the Angelus is sounding through St. death, wilt thou hold up the anguish of thy Sebastian's." What made her think of St. mocking invitation, only to betray? Never, Sebastian's, so far away in depths of space perhaps, in this world was the line so ex- and time? Her brain was wandering, now quisitely grazed, that parts salvation and that her feet were not; and, because her ruin. As the dove to her dove-cot from eyes had descended from the heavenly to the swooping hawk, as the Christian pin- the earthly dome, that made her think of nace to Christian batteries, from the bloody earthly cathedrals, and of cathedral choirs, Mahometan corsair, so flew, so tried to fly and of St. Sebastian's chapel, with its siltowards the anchoring thickets, that, alas? very bells that carried the Angelus far into could not weigh their anchors and make mountain recesses. Perhaps, as her wansail to meet her, the poor exhausted Kate derings increased, she thought herself back from the vengeance of pursuing frost. in childhood : became“ pussy” once again ;

And she reached them; staggering, faint- fancied that all since then was à frightful ing, reeling, she entered beneath the cano-dream; that she was not upon the dreadful ру of

umbrageous trees. But, as often- Andes, but still kneeling in the holy chapel times, the Hebrew fugitive to a city of re- at vespers; still innocent as then ; loved fuge, flying for his life before the avenger as then she had been loved; and that all of blood, was pressed so hotly that, on en men were liars, who said her hand was ever tering the archway of what seemed to him stained with blood. Little enough is menthe heavenly city-gate, as he kneeled in tioned of the delusions which possessed deep thankfulness to kiss its holy merciful her ; but that little gives a key to the imshadow, he could not rise again, but sank pulse which her palpitating heart obeyed, instantly with infant weakness into sleep, and which her rambling brain for ever resometimes to wake no more ; so sank, so produced in multiplying mirrors. Restcollapsed upon the ground, without power lessness kept her in waking dreams for a to choose her couch, and with little pros- brief half hour. But then fever and delirium pect of ever rising again to her feet, the would wait no longer ; the killing exhausmartial nun.

She lay as luck had ordered tion would no longer be refused; the fever, it, with her head screened by the under the delirium, and the exhaustion, swept in growth of bushes, from any gales that might together with power like an army with banarise ? she lay exactly as she sank, with ners; and the nun ceased through the her eyes up to heaven ; and thus it was gathering twilight any more to watch the that the nun saw,

before falling asleep, the cathedrals of earth, or the more solemn two sights that upon earth are fittest for cathedrals that rose in the heavens above. the closing eyes of a nun, whether destined All night long she slept in her verdurous to open again, or to close for ever. She St. Bernard's hospice without awaking, and saw the interlacing of boughs overhead whether she would ever awake seemed to forming a dome, that seemed like the dome depend upon an accident. The slumber of a cathedral. She saw through the fret- that towered above her brain was like that work of the foliage, another dome, far be- fluctuating silvery column which stands in yond, the dome of an evening sky, the scientific tubes sinking, rising, deepening, dome of some heavenly cathedral, not built lightening, contracting, expanding; or like with hands. She saw upon this upper the mist that sits, through sultry afterdome the vesper lights, all alive with pa- noons, upon the river of the American St. thetic grandeur of coloring from a sunset Peter, sometimes rarefying for minutes into that had just been rolling down like a cho- sunny gauze, sometimes condensing for

She had not, till now, consciously hours into palls of funereal darkness. You observed the time of day; whether it were fancy that, after twelve hours of any sleep, morning, or whether it were afternoon, in she must have been refreshed; better at her confusion she had not distinctly known. least than she was last night. Ah! but But now she whispered to herself-It is sleep is not always sent upon missions of

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refreshment. Sleep is sometimes the secret | lucky, though ever unfortunate; and the chamber in which death arranges his machi- world, being of my opinion that Kate was nery. Sleep is sometimes that deep mys- worth saving, made up its mind about halfterious atmosphere, in which the human past eight o'clock in the morning to save spirit is slowly unsettling its wings for flight her. Just at that time, when the night was from earthly tenements. It is now eight over, and its sufferings were hidden, in one o'clock in the morning; and, to all appear of those intermitting gleams that for a moance, if Kate should receive no aid before ment or two lightened the clouds of her noon, when next the sun is departing to his slumber, Kate's dull ear caught a sound rest, Kate will be departing to hers; when that for years had spoken a familiar lannext the sun is holding out his golden guage to her. What was it? It was the Christian signal to man, that the hour is sound, though muffled and deadened, like come for letting his anger go down, Kate the ear that heard it, of horsemen advancwill be sleeping away for ever into the arms ing. Interpreted by the tumultuous dreams of brotherly forgiveness.

of Kate, was it the cavalry of Spain, at What is wanted just now for Kate, sup- whose head so often she had charged the posing Kate herself to be wanted by this bloody Indian scalpers ? Was it, according world, is, that this world would be kind to the legend of ancient days, cavalry that enough to send her a little brandy before it had been sown by her brother's blood, cais too late. The simple truth was, and a truth which I have known to take place in during her first or second confinement, was suddenly more ladies than Kate, who died or did not reported to him, by one of her female attendants die, accordingly as they had or had not an ple), as undoubtedly sinking fast. He hurried to her

(who slipped away unobserved by the medical peoadviser like myself, capable of giving so chamber, and saw that it was so. The presiding sound an opinion, that the jewelly star of medical authority, however, was inexorable. Oh, life had descended too far down the arch by no means,” shaking his ambrosial wig,

any

stimulant at this crisis would be fatal." But no autowards setting, for any chance of re-as-thority could overrule the concurrent testimony of cending by spontaneous effort. The fire all symptoms, and of all unprofessional opinions. was still burning in secret, but needed to By some pious falsehood my friend smuggled the be rekindled by potent artificial breath. It

doctor out of the room, and immediately smuggled

a glass of brandy into the poor lady's lips. She relingered, and might linger, but would never covered with magical power. The doctor is now culininate again without some stimulus dead, and went to his grave under the delusive perfrom earthly vineyards.* Kate was ever suasion, that not any vile glass of brandy, but the

stern refusal of all brandy, was the thing that saved * Though not exactly in the same circumstances his collapsing patient. The patient herself, who as Kate, or sleeping, à la belle étoile, on a declivity might naturally know something of the maiter, was of the Andes, I have known (or heard circumstan- of a different opinion. She sided with the factious tially reported) the cases of many ladies besides body around her bed (comprehending all beside the Kate, who were in precisely the same critical dan- doctor), who felt sure that death was rapidly apger of perishing for want of a little brandy. A des- proaching, barring that brandy. The same result sert spoonful or two would have saved them. in the same appalling crisis, I have known repeatAvaunt! you wicked “Temperance” medallist ! edly produced by twenty-five drops of laudanum. repent as fast as ever you can, or, perhaps the next An obstinate man will say~"Oh, never listen to a time we hear of you, anasarca and hydrothorax will non-medical man like this writer. Consult in such be running after you to punish your shocking ex a case your medical adviser." You will, will you ? cesses in water. Seriously, the case is one of con- Then let me tell you, that you are missing the very stant recurrence, and constantly ending fatally from logic of all I have been saying for the improvement unseasonable and pedantic rigor of temperance. The of blockheads, which is, that you should consult fact is, that the medical profession composes the any man but a medical man, since no other man most generous and liberal body of men amongst us; bas any obstinate prejudice of professional timidity. taken generally, by much the most enlightened; but N.B. I prescribe for Kate gratis, because she, poor professionally, the most timid. Want of boldness in thing! has so little to give. But from other ladies, the administration of opium, &c., though they can who may have the happiness to benefit by my adbe bold enough with mercury, is their besetting in- vice, I expect a fee, nut so large a one considering firmity. And from this infirmity females suffer the service, a flowering plant, suppose the second

One instance I need hardly mention, the best in their collection. I know it would be of no fatal case of an august lady, mourned by nations, use to ask for the very best (which else I could wish with respect to whom it was, and is, the belief of to do), because that would only be leading them into multitudes to this hour (well able to judge), that she little fibs. I don't insist on a Yucca gloriosa, or a would have been saved by a glass of brandy; and Magnolia speciosissima (I hope there is such a plant). her attendant, who shot himself, came to think so A rose or a violet will do. I am sure there is such a too late—too late for her, and too late for himself. plant as that. And if they settle their debts justly, I Amongst many cases of the same nature, which shall very soon be master of the prettiest little conpersonally I have been acquainted with, twenty servatory in England. For, treat it not as a jest, years ago, a man, illustrious for his intellectual ac- reader; no case of timid practice is so fatally frecomplishments, mentioned to me that his own wife, 1 quent.

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CATALINA DE ERAUSO, THE NAUTICO-MILITARY NUN OF SPAIN. [A ag. valry that rose from the ground on an in- of Spain, is herself as helpless now as that quest of retribution, and were racing up the little lady who, then at ten minutes of age, Andes to seize her ? Her dreams that had was kissed and blessed by all the household opened sullenly to the sound waited for no of St. Sebastian. answer, but closed again into pompous Last month, reader, I intended to drive darkness. Happily, the horsemen had through to the end of the journey in the caught the glimpse of some bright orna- present stage. But, oh, dear reader! these ment, clasp, or aiguillette, on Kate's dress. Andes, in Jonathan's phrase, are a « seThey were hunters and foresters from be-vere” range of hills. It takes “the kick” low; servants in the household of a benefi- out of any horse, or, indeed, out of any cent lady; and in some pursuit of flying cornet of horse, to climb up this cruel side game had wandered beyond their ordinary of the range. Rest I really must, whilst limits. Struck by the sudden scintillation Kate is resting. But next month I will from Kate's dress played upon by the mor- carry you down the other side at such a flyning sun, they rode up to the thicket. ing gallop, that you shall suspect me Great was their surprise, great their pity, (though most unjustly) of a plot against to see a young officer in uniform stretched your neck. Now, let me throw down the within the bushes upon the ground, and reins; and then, in our brother Jonaperhaps dying. Borderers from childhood than's sweet sentimental expression, “ let's on this dreadful frontier, sacred to winter liquor.” and death, they understood the case at once. They dismounted: and with the tenderness of women, raising the poor frozen cornet in their arms, washed her temples TESTIMONIAL TO THE ORIGINATOR OF PUBLIC with brandy, whilst one, at intervals, suf- Wash-houses.-On Monday afternoon, a gratifyfered a few drops to trickle within her lips. ing testimonial was presented to Mrs. Catherine As the restoration of a warm bed was now and at present the matron of the Corporation Baths most likely to be successful, they lifted the land Wash-houses, in Upper Frederick street, in helpless stranger upon a horse, walking on this town. A large party was invited at the maneach side with supporting arms. Once sion of C. Lawrence, Esq., Mosely-hill, to witness again our Kate is in the saddle ; once again the presentation. The Mayor and his lady, Mrs. a Spanish Caballador. But Kate's bridle- family of the respected and worthy host and hostess,

Earle of Spekelands, and other branches of the hand is deadly cold. And her spurs, that Mrs. Wm. Rathbone, Mr. and Mrs. Tione, and the she had never unfastened since leaving the members, both old and young, of several of the monastic asylum, hung as idle as the flap- teresting occasion. Mrs. Wilkinson was led to a ping sail that fills unsteadily with the breeze chair

, handsomely decorated with flowers, by Mr. upon a stranded ship.

Lawrence, who pleasantly observed that though it This procession had some miles to go, was June, he would crown her Queen of May. and over difficult ground; but at length it The day being fine, tables with refreshments were reached the forest-like park and the cha- which the testimonial was presented, consisting of teau of the wealthy proprietress. Kate was a silver teapot, cream-jug, spoons, and China tea still half-frozen and specchless, except at service

, and tray, inlaid with pearl. On the teapot intervals. Heavens ! can this corpse-like, and cream-jug there is the following inscription:

Presented by languishing young woman be the Kate that

The Queen, once, in her radiant girlhood, rode with a

The Queen Dowager, handful of comrades into a column of two

And the Ladies of Liverpool, thousand enemies, that saw her comrades

To Catherine Wilkinson.

1846. die, that persisted when all were dead, that

« Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself." tore from the heart of all resistance the banner of her native Spain ? Chance and Mr. Charles KINNAIRD SHERIDAN (son of the change have “ written strange defeatures in late Thomas Sheridan, and grandson of Richard her face.” Much is changed; but some Brinsley Sheridan,), one of the Attachés of the things are not changed: there is still kind- Embassy on Sunday night last, May 30, in the ness that overflows with pity; there is still 30th year of his age. helplessness that asks for this pity without a voice : she is now received by a Senora,

A PRINCELY COMPOSER. - The opera of Zaire, not less kind than that maternal aunt, who, composed by the Duke Ernest of Saxe-Coburg

, on the night of her birth, first welcomed performed in Berlin, for the first time, on the 23d her to a loving home; and she, the heroine of May, with decided success.

From Howitt's Journal.

CASPAR HAUSER, THE HEREDITARY PRINCE OF BADEN.

Such is the startling title of a little book, father of this youth ; but that more wealthy, professing to be published at Paris, but sup- more powerful, and more worldly exposed to be printed in Switzerland, and to alted personages were implicated in the this hour most religiously proscribed in Ba-parentage, and in the crimes perpetrated on den. Thereby hangs a tale, and a most this unfortunate person. strange tale, yet little known, and never These things have made Caspar Hauser published in England.

the very Perkin Warbeck of Germany. Our readers will well recollect the Life of That he had, however, a more real claim to a Caspar Hauser, published in London by lofty origin is strongly attested by the secret Simpkin and Marshall in 1833. It was a firmness with which the faith in his right translation of the account drawn up from to the title indicated in the heading of our legal documents by Anselm von Feuerbach, article, is held by a vast body, not only of the criminal judge, and one of the very the people, but of the most intelligent commissioners appointed in Bavaria to in- classes in Germany; and still more so by quire into the facts connected with the life, the active and rigid vigilance with which the discovery, and the murder of Hauser. all publications, all talk, and even all whisThere was also a little book published about pers of this faith in Baden are suppressed. him by the Earl Stanhope, who patronized Let but a copy of the book or pamphlet be and adopted Hauser while alive, but after sent in the most secret manner into any his death, having been on a visit to the town of Baden, and the police is instantly court of Baden, professed to have disco- on the track of it ; letters are intercepted vered that Hauser was an impostor. So in the post that mention it, and questions far, however, from Hauser having been dis on the subject in ordinary conversation are covered to be an impostor, all the circum- touched with alarm. stances of his life are utterly opposed to Before going into the singular details such a possibility; and the circumstances which we mean now to give, in order to put of both his life and death, the more they the reader on the true ground for fully are reflected upon by the German public, comprehending their bearings, it will be as the more firmly do they fix themselves in well to give a concise history of Caspar its mind, as connected with some great Hauser, from the publications already restate mystery and crime. The very fact, ferred to, and well known in England. that this youth was for seventeen years shut Kaspar, or Caspar Hauser, the Nuremup in a hidden cell ; that he was tended by berg foundling, was observed in the evening a man in disguise ; that when he was sup- of Whit-Monday, the 26th of May, 1828, posed to have lost all recollection of his standing against the wall in the Unschlitt origin, and all power of communicating market-place. The citizen, an inhabitant aught respecting his life except one long of the market-place, who first observed him, and great blank, he was sent out into was struck by his singular appearance. It the world, with a letter in his hand, pur- was that of a peasant youth, clad in the porting him to be the son of a poor girl ; peasant costume, and holding in his hand a but, when it was found that, having ac- letter addressed to the captain of the fourth quired the power of speech, he began to put squadron of the sixth regiment of light one thing to another, and to draw forth horse, lying there. Being conducted to him from the strange mystery of his life indica- by this good citizen, and questioned by bim tions which might eventually furnish a clue who and what he was, it became evident to his real origin, that then “ The Man,” that he was almost wholly incapable of as Hauser always called him, the man in speech, was thoroughly ignorant of everydisguise who had kept him prisoner, should thing in life, and strange in his behavior. suddenly appear, and attempt his life : To all questions he answered, “ From Reshould again appear, and stab him to death gensburg,” or Joh woais nit,” in the dia--these circumstancs were to the German lect of Bavaria, " I don't know;" and yet public convincing proofs that no poor girl on pen and ink being put before him, he was the mother, no priest, as asserted, the wrote in a tolerably legible hand, his name,

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