At about half-past eight Mathys opened a vein in the arm, and obtained about nine or ten ounces of a black, corrupt blood. This relieved the emperor a good deal, who eat a little at eleven, drank some beer and wine and water, and afterwards slept calmly for two hours. As his head was, however, still hot, Mathys opened one of the veins in the hand, much against his patient's wishes, who desired to be more efficiently bled, for he described himself as feeling full of blood.

Having eat a little sugared bread and drank some beer, the same day, the 3rd of September, he had another severe paroxysm, which lasted till one in the morning. The paroxysm of the 4th came on three hours earlier than usual, and, although not very violent, still caused him so great a heat and such intolerable thirst, that he drank eight ounces of water with vinegar syrup and nine ounces of beer, and having got rid of his clothes, he lay with only his shirt and a silken counterpane over him. The crisis finished as usual with the evacuation of bilious and putrid matters.

In the intervals of the paroxysms the imperial monk was clearing his way to heaven by donations of thirty thousand ducats for the redemption of Christian slaves, as also for poor women and other necessitous persons, He also ordered divine service to be celebrated shortly after his death in all the monasteries and all the parish churches of Spain; he further founded perpetual masses, and in order that more prayers should be said at his tomb, he had prevailed upon the Pope to grant a jubilee, with plenary indulgences, as an attraction.

On the 6th of September the emperor had a paroxysm which lasted from thirteen to fourteen hours, during which he was incessantly de lirious. The 7th he was somewhat better, eat some eggs in the evening, and drank some wine and water. Nevertheless the inflammation was extending to his mouth, which was dry and painful. The attack of the 8th did not last so long, and was rather less violent, but he was as delirious as ever, and his face became livid. This day Doctor Corneille Baersdop arrived, as also a messenger from the Queen of Hungary. Charles V. experienced his last sensation of gladness on hearing that the queen had acceded to his request, and was about to resume the government of the Low Countries.

By the 11th of September the interval between the febrile paroxysms had become less, the patient was also becoming weaker and weaker, and his stomach could not even retain a little mutton broth. The same day the grand commander of Alcantara arrived at Yuste, to no longer quit his dear and glorious master until his death.

The 16th the emperor rallied a little, but this was followed by a paroxysm of fearful intensity. The same night the fever came on with an amount of cold hitherto unknown. This was followed by black vomit, after which the hot stage seized upon him with such violence, and lasted so long, that he was twenty-two hours without motion or without speaking a word. He remained, indeed, in this frightful condition all the 17th and until three o'clock on the morning of the 18th. The physicians were apprehensive that he would not be able to stand another paroxysm, yet on the same day the emperor regained his senses, and only remarked that he did not remember what had taken place the previous evening.

The eleventh paroxysm occurred on the 19th, at nine o'clock in the morning. The preliminary cold fit was more intense than ever, and as

upon the advent of the hot stage the imperial patient fell into the same state of insensibility as on the previous day, the physicians, apprehensive that he would not rally, requested that the extreme unction should be administered. Quijada objected to this for some time, from fear of the depressing effects of the ceremony on his master, who, albeit immovable and silent, might still be sensible as to what was going on; but at nine o'clock the physicians became so seriously alarmed for the fate of their patient, that the major-domo yielded. The confessor, Juan Regla, brought the extreme unction, which Charles V., says his historian, received in the enjoyment of perfect consciousness, in great composure, and with every feeling of devotion.

The moribund emperor, however, got through the night of the 19th and that of the 20th, fighting against the accumulation of evils, till he had scarcely any pulse left. Having resumed his wonted self-command, it appeared as if by a supreme effort of will, he preserved his reason clear and the same pious serenity up to the moment when he expired. Having confessed himself again, he wished to communicate once more; but fearful that he should not have time if he waited till Juan Regla had consecrated the wafer in his own apartment, he bade them fetch the holy sacrament from the great altar of the church. Quijada did not think that force remained to him sufficient for the accomplishment of this supreme act of a dying Catholic. "Let your majesty consider," he said, "that it cannot receive nor swallow the host.' "I shall be able to do it," replied the emperor, simply and resolutely. Juan Regla, followed by all the monks of the monastery, brought the viaticum in procession; Charles V. received it with the greatest fervour, and said, "Lord, God of truth, who have purchased our salvation by your death, I place my soul in your hands." He afterwards heard mass, and when the priest pronounced the comforting words of Christian redemption, "Lamb of God who takest away the sins of the world," he struck his breast with his faltering hand.

Before attending to these religious duties, the emperor had given a few minutes to terrestrial cares: at about eight o'clock he had made every one go out of the room except Quijada. The latter, going on his knees to receive his master's last words, Charles V. said to him, "Luis Quijada, I see that I am getting weaker, and that I am going bit by bit; I am thankful to God for it, since it is His will. You will tell the king, my son, he must take care of those who served me up to my death, and that he must not permit strangers to reside in this house." Then for half an hour he spoke in a low voice, very slowly, but with a certain firmness, of his natural son Don Juan, of his daughter the Queen of Bohemia, whom he would have wished had been happier with Maximilian, and of all who remained the object of his affections and of his solicitude in the world that he was about to leave.

At noon, the same day, Carranza, Archbishop of Toledo, who had distinguished himself by his violent propagandism in England, arrived. Charles V. mistrusted a man who had been denounced by the InquisitorGeneral Valdès, but he was anxious to see him, as he was bearer of a message from his son Philip.

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Dominicans, the archbishop went on both knees near the bed of the emperor and kissed his hand. The emperor, who was near his end, looked at him some time without saying anything, and then, after having asked for news of his son, he invited him to go and repose himself.

A little before night set in, the emperor bade Quijada have the consecrated tapers brought from the renowned sanctuary of Notre Dame de Montserrat ready, as also the crucifix and image of the Virgin which the empress had with her at her death, and with which he had already said he intended also to die. A few minutes afterwards his weakness increasing, Quijada summoned the Archbishop of Toledo, in order that he might be with the emperor as his last moment.

At the request of the dying monarch the primate read the De Profundis, accompanying each verse with remarks appropriate to the existing conjuncture; then, falling on his knees and showing the emperor the crucifix, he spoke those words which were afterwards imputed to him as a crime by the Inquisition: "Here is He who answers for us all; there is no more sin, everything is pardoned !"

Many of the monks who were in the imperial chamber, and the GrandMaster of Alcantara, were shocked at these words, which appeared to place in Christ alone the work of salvation acquired to man by the great sacrifice of the cross, without man having aught to obtain by his own merits. When the archbishop had finished, Don Luis de Airla immediately urged Fray Francisco de Villalba to speak to the emperor of death and salvation in more Catholic terms.

The two doctrines which divided the age were thus once more brought before Charles V., on the point of expiring. He listened with serenity, probably no longer capable of distinguishing between what was granted through the redeeming grace of Christ and what was expected from the moral co-operation of man.

About two o'clock in the morning of Wednesday, the 21st of September, the emperor felt his strength sinking, and that he was about to die. Feeling his own pulse, he shook his head, as if to say "All is over." He then bade the monks recite the litany and the prayers for the dying, and he ordered Quijada to light the consecrated tapers. He next made the archbishop give him the crucifix which had served the empress on passing from life to death, and pressed it twice to his bosom and then to his mouth. Then taking the taper in his right hand, which was supported by Quijada, and stretching out his left hand towards the crucifix which the archbishop held out towards him, he said: "The time is come!" A moment afterwards he pronounced the name of Jesus, and then expired, sighing once or twice deeply. "Thus passed away," wrote Quijada in the midst of his affliction and his admiration, "the greatest man that ever was or ever will be."

A TRIP TO BOULOGNE.

BY DUDLEY COSTELLO.

"To Bulloan di-rect in nine hours! That will be about IT," observed Mr. Jeremiah Crake, a substantial member of the Stock Exchange, as he put down the Times for a moment, and addressed himself again to his breakfast. "I'll take another cup of tea, Bell, not quite so sweet as the last."

"What did you say, papa ?" asked the young lady thus appealed to. "Another cup of tea, my dear; I spoke plain enough, I thought; and, Mrs. Crake, I'll trouble you for some of that dry toast.

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"Oh, I heard that, papa," returned his daughter,-"rather less sugar, I think, but you said something, didn't you, about Bouloigne ?” "To be sure I did," replied Mr. Crake, shortly. "Can get there direct in nine hours."

"By the express train, papa?"

Express nonsense! you don't call that di-rect. No! by the boat." "Dear me, Mr. Crake," groaned his wife, "you really don't mean to go by water!"

"How are we to get there without ?" retorted the stock-broker.

"I mean all the way. Don't you recollect what happened to us the last time? They said 'ten hours' then, and it was full twenty. Oh that dreadful storm when I thought we were all going down! I'm sure I shall never forget it!"

"Ah," said Mr. Crake, "that was late in the year, just about the equinox. There's never any wind to speak of in the month of June. We shall have the sea as smooth as a mill-pond."

"I'm sure the less we have of it the better.-Now pray, Mr. Crake, do go by the train.”

"Oh, do, papa!" chimed in Miss Isabel.

"Second class, then," was his reply.

"Stuff and absurdity!" exclaimed the elder lady.

"Second class! my gracious!" ejaculated the younger one.

"Look here, Mrs. Crake," said her husband, setting down his teacup and putting on a business-like air. "We're going to Bulloan for the summer as much for economy as pleasure. I put down a certain sum: two, three, or four hundred pounds,—no matter-there it is. Well, the cheaper you go to work one way, the more money you have to spend in another. There's three of us and your maid: that's three firsts and one second-you don't object to Harriet in the second, I hope ?-then there's three saloons and one fore-cabin,-stewardess and ship's crew; what does all that come to? Six-ten! Now for the boat. Three fourteens are forty-two, and ten's fifty-two and one-a shilling's quite enough for the whole party-and one's fifty-three; dinners

Oh, don't talk about dinners! I'm certain neither Bell, nor I, nor poor Harriet will be able to touch a thing!"

"Very good! One dinner then, say two-and-six-fifty-five and sixtake my own brandy and cigars-there's a saving of three-fourteen-six; buy you and Bell a bonnet apiece when you get to Bulloan."

Artful Mr. Crake. The new bonnets settled the question, and the ladies consented to go the way he proposed.

You perceive that the stock-broker wasn't a mean fellow, only "when he spent money," as he said, "he liked to have the full value of it."

They embarked accordingly at London-bridge Wharf somewhere about the middle of last June, on board the Stickfast steamer, commanded by Captain Nettle.

It was a soft, hazy day, with the sun visible only at long intervals, but there was no wind,—a great consolation to the ladies of Mr. Crake's party. Mr. Criddle, a friend of the stock-broker, and an admirer-half-avowedof Miss Isabel, who also was going to pass the summer at Boulogne, heroically expressed a wish for a breeze; but it must be taken into the account that Mr. Criddle was not more than five-and-twenty, and had officiated as "bow-oar" in the recent match between the Conger and the Mudlark, from Battersea-bridge to Putney, which (he said) was won by the former entirely owing to his skill in watermanship, though he forgot to mention that he twice fouled a lighter and three times caught "crabs," and that the only reason why the Mudlark lost was because her coxswain, who was short-sighted, steered her bump ashore. To the stockbroker himself the weather, he declared, was a matter of indifference; much less so, indeed, appeared to be the stowage of his luggage, of which there was a great deal marked conspicuously with the name of " Crake.” The anxiety which he expressed on this head was probably one of the causes of the irritation which, at a very early period of the voyage, displayed itself in the temper of Captain Nettle. Habitual passengers by the Stickfast-should there happen to be any who have steamed in her more than once-will remember that it does not take much to awaken the irascibility of her gallant commander, whose fiery countenance, thin lips, and water-coloured eyes, hold out to the physiognomist a promise which sel dom remains long unfulfilled.

"I hope, cap'n," said Mr. Crake, intercepting that officer, just as the steamer was about to start-"I hope, cap'n, my things will be stowed in a dry place, for I've a good deal of value on board, I can tell you."

"Value!" shouted Captain Nettle, fiercely-" ain't my ship of no value-ain't my cargo of no value-ain't my crew-d- your eyes, there, what are you after with that painter? Cast off, can't you-hard down with the helm-let her go-value !" And with these words he shouldered Mr. Crake on one side, and the next moment was pacing the bridge between the paddle-boxes, gesticulating more vehemently, shouting louder, and redder in the face than ever.

"What a gate boot!" said Mr. Criddles, who could not, under any circumstances, pronounce or even imitate the canine letter, but dropped it altogether. "If I was you, Mr. Cake"

"Let me alone," said the stock-broker. "I'll handle him by-and-by you'll see.

The Stickfast had a great many passengers, and deck-room was scarce, but the assiduity of Mr. Criddle, who felt himself (he said) in his native element, had secured comfortable accommodation for Mrs. Crake and Isabel; the stock-broker, still further incited thereto by his wife, was restless about his baggage; and the bow-oar of the Conger declared that, for his part, he never sat down at sea, except when he was "pulling ;" so he took up a position in front of the ladies, whom he endeavoured to