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wine, and pasturage and gardens are there ; Whatever might have been the Spartan and all is glowing with richness and quiet simplicity in which Henri, then called beauty. But our drive on the 25th of Jan. Prince de Viane, was brought up, and bowuary only indicated these things, and told ever much we all admired the plan of his us how lovely the scenery would be by- education, we were not able to profit by the and-by. En attendant the fine season, we opportunity we had of resting in a castle

, were content with the goods the gods pro. where so excellent' an example of frugality vided for the day, and hailed every gleam was given; for our provisions were too which showed us the sky brighter and ample and too good to be resisted, and brighter as we journeyed on. Less than while we lauded the dry bread and insipid two hours brought us to the desired spot, cheese with which the young hero was nou. and there we found cavaliers and amazones, rished, we mortified ourselves with very all busy already exploring every nook and different fare. corner of the place.

A blazing fire, round which we closed The whole of the ancient castle is de our merry circle, seated in capacious armstroyed, except one tower which remains chairs and on luxurious sofas, cast a ruddy entire, and to climb up the narrow stair of glow over the large saloon where we were this is the great object ; for, from the plat- assembled ; and though we now and then, form at the top, the view is wonderfully particularly the most poetical amongst us, fine. You seem as if on one side the pur- cast a glance towards the blue and suowy ple mountains, with their snowy sides, range, whose beads seemed peering into could be reached with the hand ; and, on the long windows to watch our proceedings, the other, the whole wide smiling country we could not but enjoy the genial heat sent is spread out in a panorama. There is forth by the crackling logs, and fancy our. something awful and mysterious in looking selves just such a party as might once bare down the dim gorges between the ever- assembled around the hearth of the old caslasting bills, and roaming in imagination tle, on whose site the present is built, and, into the deep valleys below, so well known like us, here they might have laughed and to the adventurous Henri, and his young joked, and conversed and sung the hours band of mountaineers, whose home was away. wherever the izard or the bear could leap Here La Marguerite des Marguerites, the or prowl. Many may have been, and as lovely and learned sister of Francis l., has, useless as many, “the lengthened sage ad- with her charming court, no doubt rested vices" of the prudent Susanne de Bourbon after a bunting day in the woods, and relato her charge, that he should be careful ted stories and sung songs as we were doand not dare too much; but Henry had ing: just so, might have arrived on a sudden early impressed on his heart, as he after the wily mother of kings, Catherine de Me. wards did on his coins, the motto,

dici, with her grande or petite bande of beau“Invia virtuti nulla via est,"

ties, whose accomplishments might have

been called forth on such an occasion for and went laughing forth, hoping ench new some special purpose, such as was always adventure would be more dangerous and working in the mind of the crafty Italian. exciting than the last.

On such a day might the weak Anthony of While some stood wrapt in wonder, lean- Bourbon have been beguiled by a fatal sair ing over the parapet of the donjon, and one with bright eyes, whose lute woke watching the inountains, which seemed as echoes in that hall, while Catherine looked if making signals to each other, as the skud on, and saw the fires of St. Bartholomew ding mists now veiled and now revealed kindling in the distant future, and her enethem, and took strange forms, as if spirits mies' l'eet slipping into the snare. Here were hurrying to and fro, on messages to and there might the innocent and too sensi. their brethren in the caveins and on the ble Catherine of Navarre have listened to the peaks; others of the pic-nic party set out soft words and tender gallantries of him who for the village, and paused to sketch the was never destined to make her happiness, antique door-way of the church, where two the designing and handsome Comte de Sois priest-like angels, holding scrolls, guard the sons, for whose sake she refused her band entrance and support the empty niche sure to so many princes, and pined away in solimounted by a coronet, where Notre Dame tary regret, the victim of state policy. once smiled upon the pious pilgrim, and Here the heroic Jeanne looked with materwelcomed him to her shrine before he con- nal delight and pride on the gambols of her tinued his journey to say his orisons before young mountaineer, who recounted to her her sister of Betharram.

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last visit. Here, in after years, his beauti- their fears of using their whistle, lest their ful Marguerite, from whom his usually ten friends should pay too dearly for it

, and after der heart stood back, laughed, danced, and a sleepless night, their discovery in the conversed, and fascinated every hearer but morning that their silent neighbors, silent her husband, in whose ears the midnight for fear of disturbing the ladies, all left the knell always sounded in ber voice ; and inn noiselessly in order to be in good time here, for less enchanting smiles, the vola. at the fair hard by. tile prince exerted the wit and gayety that Then came stories of spending the night won all bearts his way.

in old castles, and hearing strange sounds Here, a century before, the great hero of which were never accounted for; not that, of Béarn, the magnificent Gaston Phæbus, per- course, any one is ever so weak as to cre. haps sat by the hearth, conversing with the dit the idle stories of places being haunted Lord of Coarraze, and hearing his wondrous -and yet, most respectable persons have story of the spirit Orton, who, in the very sworn they saw something. There was one walls, visited him every night, and woke of our guests who told with great gravity him from slumber to relate news from for- of having seen the ghosts of Sully and Heneign lands, whence he had come,

ri Quatre, walking arm in arm on the ter. " Swifter than arrow from Tartar's bow."

race of the castle of Pau, and of having

clearly beheld a line of mail-clad figures isAnd it might be, as the two knights gazed suing out of the great reservoir where tradi. on the sparkling flames that roared up the tion says Jeanne d'Albert drowned her huge chimney, that it was then the wily Catholic subjects who refused to conform prince recommended his credulous friend to the new religion. to entreat the spirit to appear in a tangible The story of the unfortunate knight of form, and be no longer content with a mere Aragon, whose fatal sentence was engraved voice. Perhaps from these windows the over the castle portal, occupied much atLord of Coarraze looked into his court and tention, and the tale, new to some, was rebeheld the spirit in the form of a huge swine lated. An early lord of Coarraze had a of strange appearance, and from hence he dear friend in Aragon, who was to him as a might have cheered on his dogs to destroy brother. They had not met for some time, the intruder, who, looking mournfully up when, one stormy night, the horn was blown in his face, vanished in a cloud, leaving him at the gate, aud his friend was announced the conviction that be had seen his faithful much to his delight. But the pleasure he messenger only to lose him and his infor. felt was soon clouded when he found that mation for ever: how and why, perhaps, he owed his welcome visit to misfortune. the bribes of Gaston Phæbus could answer, The knight of Aragon had fallen under who from that time obtained the spirit's as royal displeasure, and was obliged to fly sistance.

his country. He had dared to love a prin. Our conversation grew more and more cess, and his affection was returned; but animated as the shades drew in; and many since at all times true love is doomed to were the anecdotes told of travels in the sorrow, nothing but danger and difficulty Pyrenees, first by one clever raconteur, then surrounded the lovers, and it had only been at apother. How a joyous party were stopped last by flight that he was able to save his life. by stress of weather in the valley of Be- Sad was the time that the friends passed dous, and forced to take up their quarters together in the castle of Coarraze, talking for the night in a suspicious-looking inn; of the past and the future ; but the conclu. five ladies sharing the same room with no sion of all their discourses was a fresh protector but a faithful dog, separated from springing hope in the bosom of the knight their gentlemen, who had left with them a of Aragon, that fate would be yet propi. whistle to use in case of danger. How the tious to him, and his lady love be his own. agitation of the dog induced one of them to The friends were once out hunting in the look in the direction he was pointing, by wild mountains of Ossau, and had been suc. which means she discovered, through an cessful in their chase, having killed more opening, a room beneath them, where, seat- than one bear; they were returning, bended round a table in silence, she descried ing beneath the weight of one of the finest the forms of fourteen Spaniards, each with of these animals, when they reached, late in a large knife in his hand-their gestures the evening, a deep gorge, at the entrance and mysterious movements, and finally their of which they were surprised to see a group extinction of the dim candle which had of females in white, seated on the ground, lighted their conclave. The consequent apparently in conversation. They paused terrors and uncertainty of the fair captives, I to observe them, and as they did so, they


rose, and forming a circle, began a measur. | portal of his castle ; and taking the cross, ed dance, to which their voices made a low he departed for the Holy Land, where he melancholy music, like the sighing of the died fighting for the faith. The shades of wind amongst the rocks. The words they the two friends, bearing between them the sung ran thus:

carcass of a grisly monster, may sometimes " There is crimson in the skies,

be met in a certain gorge, where it is Green and gold and purple dies,

known that the fatal Blanquettes love to When dim night prits on his cowl

assemble and dance their rounds.
We shall hear the tempest howl;

But it was not in telling such sad stories
There are shadows passing over :
See! the highest peaks they cover;

alone that our day passed ; there were From the valley comes a sound

many merry anecdotes related, which eaus. Echoing through the gorges round; ed the chamber to echo with laughter; and 'Tis the whisper of the blast

the sound of the Spanish guitar was heard, That shall burst in storm at last. Fear the sunset red and bright,

played by a skilful hand, in that peculiar Days of calm bring fiercest night:

manner which accompanies the charming Vain from Fate would mortals flee

Moorish ballad, with a hollow, murmuring "That which is to be will be !"

stroke, as if pent up waters were beating While they listened and gazed, the sound against a hollow rock from which they and the white forms died away together, could not escape. Several young clear and there was nothing before them but the voices joined in chorus, and amongst other evening mist.

songs, we heard the curious patois ballad “ Let us go forward,” said the knight of of the Doves of Cauteretz, composed at the Coarraze with a shudder, we have seen time when Marguerite and Henri II. d'Althe Blanquettes, and the meeting bodes no bert visited the springs. good." “The words they utter, nevertheless,"

AUS THERMIS DE TOULOUSE. said the night of Aragon, “shall in future be my device-Lo que ha de ser no puede At Toulouse there are waters, faltar."

Waters fresh and bright; That night, on their return home, a mes

And there :hree doves are bathing

Three doves with feathers white : senger awaited the knight of Aragon, from

They dip their wings and flutter, the lady of his love: she bade him return, And three whole months they stay ; and with tender protestations of affection, Then o'er the heights to Cauteretz she related to him that her royal relative

They take their blithesome way. had listened kindly to her prayer, and had

Oh, tell me who at Cauteretz given his consent to their union. Her let. Are bahing there with you? ter concluded with the word, “ That which “ The King and Queen are with us three, is to bewill be."

Amidst the waters blue.

The king has got a persumed bower "I will not delay an instant,” exclaimed

of flowers amidst the shade ; the lover: "adieu, my friend ; our bridal And that the Queen has chosen over, I will return to Coarraze, and my The Loves themselves have made." bride shall thank you herself for my wel. come.”

In such a spot and amid such recollec"Go not,” said his friend, "this may be tions the songs of the pastoral poet of the a snare--you may be deceived ; wait yet a Valley d'Aspe, the Shenstone of the Pyrelittle, and let me go and ascertain its truth. nees, Despourrins, were not forgotten; his No danger can reach me; and if all is as it famous song, known in every vale and op should be, we will go back to Aragon to- every mountain, ' La haut sus las Moun. gether.”

tagnes,' was played and sung, and several “ This is her hand—this is her sum. others, among them the followingmons," returned the knight, “and were it to certain death I would go at once-


MOUN DIU! QUINE SOUFFRANCE. is to be, shall be.

1. Alas! he reached Saragossa ; but not to

Of what contentinent meet his beloved: it was to hear of her

Those eyes berest me ! death-to find her letter forged-to be

And al ! how coldly

Thou since hast left me! dragged to a dungeon, and there to meet

Yet didst thou whisper, with a cruel dooin. His blood stained the

Thy heart was minescaffold ; and his friend found, to his grief,

ou! they were traitors,

Those eyes of thine ! that his fears were but too well founded.

For 'tis thy pleasure, He had his last words engraved above the

That I repine.

From the Athenæum.


Turançon's* height of generous wine,
Alas! how often

Touched by the sun with ruby glow,
I sighed in vain,

Shines forth ihe rival of the Rhine,
And loved so dearly

The glory of the hills of Pau.
To purchase rain :

And all my guerdon

'Tis said by many a vale and rill, To be betray'd,

That lovers sigh and maids believe; And only absence

'Tis said that on the rainparts still,
My safety made-

Henri and Sully walk at eve.
To muse on fondness

Fly, lovers for 'tis dangerous ground,
So ill repaid !

Where Henri trod, if this be so-

But kings and ministers come round,
But let me warn thee,

And study in the towers of Pau.
While time is yet ;

Pau, Jan. 28, 1843.
Thy heart may soften,

And learn regret.
Should others teach thee

New griess to prove-
At once thy coldness
Subdued by love-

Thou mayst glean sorrow

For future years;
Beware, false maiden,
Beware of tears!

(Michael Wisniowecki, a private citizen, who was elected

King of Poland, is said to have wept when the crown was It was now time that the carriages should placed upon his head.) be ordered, as the shades of evening had The northern sun, in his noonday splendor, fallen, and we were all to re-assemble at Is shining on Vola's sacred field,

But sees not Jagellon's early grandeur Pau, in order to finish the revels with char

Nor beams upon Sobieski's shield; ades. By starlight, therefore, did we re. Yet still there are knightly lances gleaming, sume our journey, and large and lustrously And banners floating on Summer's air, did they shine to light us on the way.


And the clang of the trumpets, loud proclaiming

That Poland hath chosen her monarch there. quitted the solitary old tower of Coarraze, standing beside the modern chateau built Hark! to the voice of a nation, rending beside it like old memories in a new age ;

The cloudless calm of the noontide now; and when we arrived at Pau, we were met Hark! to the hymo, with the cannon blending,

As they place the crown on their chosen's brow by condolence, for it had rained there sev. The best and the bravest bow before him, eral times in the day, while we were enjoy- With dauntless hearts and with matchless brands, ing the sunshine. The sensation was great Aud the skies of his land bend brightly o'er him, which our expedition created, and all those

But sad and silent the Monarch stands. who had declined joining us were now mor. Why is it thus ? tho' his birth was lowly, tified exceedingly, and resolved in future Nor Fame nor Fortune had smiled on him, never to be stopped by the sullen aspect of Yet the crown was won by no deeds that sully the sky. Half a dozen other pic-nics were

l's splendor, nor make its radiance dim.

Whence spring the tears ? for the great and glorious immediately talked of, and if February

Have sought that sceptre with prayer and vow, does not frown upon the gay folks of Pau, And he without strise hath been victorious, spring will be anticipated by them, and par. But what doth the crown'd one weep for now? ties as lively as the last will chase away all recollections of winter. Meantime we

Ah! did some dream of the past awaken,

Even as that sunrise of Fortune shone, mander and moralize amongst the ruins of one true heart that the grave had taken, and restorations of the old castle, where Who might have sweetened and shared his Hepri, the beloved of all time, was born

throne ?
Or found he the thorns beneath the glory,

When others saw but the circling gold ;

Or did the Muse of his couutry's slory,

Some page of her future woes unfold ? Stop! and look upon these towers,

And these walls so dark with time, There have been tears when the bride was leaving Where yon frowning donjon lowers,

Her mother's breast for a stranger's arms; And yon mountains rise sublime,

There have been tears when the nun was giving See those bow'rs and hills so green,

To Heaven the flower of her maiden charms : And the foaming Gave below,

There hath been weeping, aye blent with laughter, Vines and foliage between.

O'er sceptres shivered and thrones cast down; Henry's castle-home of Pau !

But never before, nor ever after,

We saw it beneath a new-worn crown ! 2. Here mem'ries of the gallant king,

March 15.

FRANCES BROWN. Upon the mind come crowding back, Visions of war and love they bring

• Celebrated in Béarn, and the favorite wine of In every scene, on every irack:


THE AERIAL STEAM-CARRIAGE. provement. Perhaps our sated faculties

cannot afford an excitement like that which Froin the New Monthly Magazine.

followed Montgolfier's noble and success. Of late years we have become so accus. ful daring, but we shall at least be ready tomed to witness new achievements of sci- with the quiet and effective approbation ence, and especially of mechanical science, which in prospect of good dividends will that events of this kind, each of which furnish “the sinews of war." would have furnished wonder enough for a For say what we will, the plain business. common century, pass only as matters to like question will take precedence of the make up the news of the day. It was but heroics, and "Can it be done ?" is the first in the boyhood of our fathers that steam was and universal question. To this essential harnessed to our universal drudgery, and interrogatory the following account of the the tamed giant made to drain our mines machine must stand for a reply: and we and whirl about our mills, and now we look entreat our readers to lay aside as much as on it as a thing of course, going on to de: possible of the repugnance often felt for vise new engines for him to propel, and mechanical descriptions, if it be only to renew mountains for him to remove, just as compense our endeavor to rid the subject though it were all a light and common of obscurity. matter. Next he was made to beat the

Let us begin then by imagining first a vexed ocean into obedience; for a day or thin, light, strong expanse of framework, two it was a wonder, but now we step on not less than one hundred and fifty feet board the Atlantic or the Indian steamer and long, and thirty feet wide, and covered dine, and chat, and sleep at pleasure, think- with silk or linen. This stands instead of ing of nothing about the leviathan which wings, although it has none of their vibra. hurries us along, except perhaps the cease. Lory motion; it is jointless and rigid from less monotony of his strokes. Then we end to end. In advancing through the air, set him to copy our thoughts, and straight one of its long sides goes foremost. At way every morning teems with debates and tached to the middle of the hinder side is tidings, and the countless solicitations of a tail fifty feet long, on either side of which, industry or need multiplied, like the Cal. and carried by the main frame or wings, is muc's prayers, by his restless revolutions. a set of six vanes or propellers, like the Next we yoke him to our cars, and the sails of a wind-mill, and twenty feet in cashiered and wondering horse is left far diameter; beneath the tail is a small rudbehind.

der, and across the wings, at their middle, Whirled thus about from miracle to is a small vertical web, which tends to premiracle, our curiosity decays. What in vent lateral rocking. Immediately beneath other days would be sanguine hope or the middle of the wings are suspended the straining curiosity, is now but a common. car and the steam.engine : for the con. place looking out for something new: and struction of the latter ingenuity has been the month, or almost the day, which has bighly taxed, but successfully employed, not its successful egression on nature's in producing the necessary power in com. remaining powers, is perhaps the great- bination with most extraordinary lightness; est wonder of the times.

its occupation is to actuate vanes or proIt is possible then that Mr. Henson and pellers. his aërial carriage may in one respect have To render the rest of our description in“fallen on evil days;" and yet it must be ac-telligible, we must now advert to the precounted hereafter one of the strange charac-cise difficulty which has hitherto foiled all teristics of the age, and the surest measure of similar attempts. Men have tried often our satiety of marvels, if any hopeful attempt and again to raise themselves in the air to subdue an entire and almost antrodden with wings moved by their own muscular realm of nature meet not with the active force : always and of necessity they have sympathies and ardent aspirations of this failed. Whoever has tried to raise himself enterprising age. Encumbered as we are by grasping a rope with his hands, will with ihe spoils of science, we have yet, we readily believe that the muscles of the hope, unsatisfied ambition enough to anti. arms are by no means equal to the task ; cipate with some exultation the conquest for there can be at best no gain in beating of the air, and to help with head and purse, the air instead of listing by a rope. Again, if not with heart and hand, when it is pro- we have only to ascend the Monument, or posed to carry through the regions of un. St. Paul's, to be satisfied that the legs are obstructed space the intercourse which is quite incompetent to the necessary effort; the life-blood of human happiness and im-1 and even these trials lay out of the account

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