of Salisbury, and he commanded the halberdiers to keep near to the prisoner, and, if he made the slightest movement in the king's presence, instantly to despatch him.

Giving some further directions, the earl then led the way across a court, and entering another wing of the palace, ascended a flight of steps, and traversed a magnificent corridor. Guy Fawkes followed, attended by the guard. They had now reached the antechamber leading to the royal sleeping apartment, and Salisbury ascertained from the officers in attendance that all was in readiness. Motioning the guard to remain where they were, he entered the inner room alone, and found James seated on a chair of state near the bed, surrounded by his council;-the Earl of Marr standing on his right hand, and the Duke of Lennox on his left, all anxiously awaiting his arrival. Behind the king were stationed half a dozen halberdiers.

"The prisoner is without," said Salisbury. "Is it your majesty's pleasure that he be admitted?"

"Ay, let him come in forthwith," replied James. "Stand by me, my lords. And do you, varlets, keep a wary eye upon him, There is no saying what he may attempt."

Salisbury then waved his hand. The door was thrown open, and an officer entered the room, followed by Guy Fawkes, who marched between two halberdiers. When within a couple of yards of the king, the officer halted, and withdrew a little on the right, so as to allow full view of the prisoner, while he extended his sword between him and the king. Nothing could be more undaunted than the looks and demeanour of Fawkes. He strode firmly into the room, and, without making any reverence, folded his arms upon his breast, and looked sternly at James.

"A bold villain!" cried the king, as he regarded him with curiosity not unmixed with alarm. Who, and what are you, traitor?"

"A conspirator," replied Fawkes.

"That I know," rejoined James, sharply. "But how are you called?"

"John Johnson," answered Fawkes. "I am servant to Mr. Thomas Percy."

"That is false," cried Salisbury. "Take heed that you speak the truth, traitor, or the rack shall force it from you."

"The rack will force nothing from me," replied Fawkes, sternly; "neither will I answer any question asked by your lordship."

Leave him to me, Salisbury-leave him to me," interposed James. "And it was your hellish design to blow us all up with gunpowder?" he demanded.

"It was," replied Fawkes.

"And how could you resolve to destroy so many persons, none of whom have injured you?" pursued James.

"Dangerous diseases require desperate remedies," replied Fawkes. "Milder means have been tried, but without effect. It was God's pleasure that this scheme, which was for the benefit of his holy religion, should not prosper, and therefore I do not repine at the result."

"And are you so blinded as to suppose that Heaven can approve the actions of him who raises his hand against the king-against the Lord's anointed?" cried James.

"He is no king who is excommunicated by the apostolic see," replied Fawkes.

"Have you no

"This to our face!" cried James, angrily. remorse-no compunction for what you have done?"

My sole regret is that I have failed," replied Fawkes. "You will not speak thus confidently on the rack," said James. "Try me," replied Fawkes.

"What purpose did you hope to accomplish by this atrocious design?" demanded the Earl of Marr.

"My main purpose was to blow back the beggarly Scots to their native mountains," returned Fawkes.

"This audacity surpasses belief," said James. "Mutius Scævola, when in the presence of Porsenna, was not more resolute. Hark'ee, villain, if I give you your life, will you disclose the names of your associates?"

"No," replied Fawkes.

"They shall be wrung from you," cried Salisbury.

Fawkes smiled contemptuously. "You know me not," he said. "It is idle to interrogate him further," said James. "Let him be removed to the Tower."

"Be it so," returned Salisbury; "and when next your majesty questions him, I trust it will be in the presence of his confederates."

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Despite the villain's horrible intent, I cannot help admiring his courage," observed James, in a low tone; "and were he as loyal as he is brave, he should always be near our person."

With this, he waved his hand, and Guy Fawkes was led forth. He was detained by the Earl of Salisbury's orders till the morning -it being anticipated that before that time the other conspirators would be arrested. But as this was not the case, he was placed in a wherry, and conveyed, as before related, to the Tower.

"THAT which we long for the most ardently, when possessed we oftentimes care least about.' The truth of this adage was apparent to the ancients, and is still confirmed by the experience of every day. There are birds which look as if just escaped from Paradise, so lovely are they when on the wing; but catch them, and their hues of purple and gold all vanish! thus-But the reader himself may make the application when he has perused the following sketch.

She had just arrived in England: Rome, the city of ruins, the desolate widow of ages, yet still called the Eternal, was her native place. Though lovely as Lucretia, and with an air stately as that of the mother of the Gracchi, Emilia Donzelli had the spirit of neither, for in her habits, her ideas, and her luxurious tastes, she was essentially modern. She ought to have been the mistress of thousands a-year, yet was she born to poverty. As a compensation, however, for the lack of houses and lands, nature had granted to her a precious gift-the witchery of a voice.

Emilia, then, had just arrived in London accompanied by her father. Poor, and without connexions in her native country, she hoped to gain that fame and patronage in our metropolis which were denied her at home. Oh! yes, they all come hither: our country is a very hotbed for foreign talent; it grows and flourishes in a most remarkable manner; the sun of fashion warms it, and showers of gold nourish it. Never regard native genius-one root of that plant shall not strike or struggle into this hotbed of English liberality; let it dwarf itself among the stones of vulgarity-give it to the sharp winds of neglect!

The lodging was mean and ill furnished that Emilia and her father had engaged, for after having defrayed the expenses of the steam-packet, and paid the porters that swarmed about and bullied them, and the swearing cabmen who overcharged them, the purses of each the winds might blow away, nor had they that most convenient of all convenient things-a banker to draw upon.

The beautiful brunette seated herself on a chair-it was cane-bottomed, and had one of its legs broken; her fairy-like foot rested on the deal floor, for in that particular spot there happened to be a hole in the carpet; her great black lustrous eyes drooped in dejection; and as her hand lay on her knee, a tear fell upon it.

"Never mind, child," said the whiskered Italian; "we must put up with a few privations at first, of course." And Donzelli quietly smoothed his black moustache, and, taking a needle and thread from a basket, began busily to sew up a rent in his coat. Another hole was discovered, and another darn made it good; and all the time he continued talking. "Ay, by the Virgin, but we are in the land of gold at last, and it shall go hard with us, Emilia, but we will gain a little of this same yellow dust. I shall soon commence keeping a cash-book, for I am to be cashier,