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vice you require, and I will take care that Atib and turn his eyes towards the door-curtain, and near to this Aziz accompany me."

he fancied he perceived a tall figure, sternly regarding “Such services will ensure recompense in heaven !” him! It was so. This horrid reality froze his very said Selim.

life-blood. “My duty to a fellow Muslim, and especially to one In a few moments the figure glided nearer to the bod. of my own esmaf, must not be neglected,” replied Selim started up in an agony of terror.

* WHO ART Murad. “The reward is with Allah."

THOU ?" were the only words he could utter, and a cold “I have bought my grave-clothes,” continued Selim ; sweat burst forth on his brow. you will find them in a box in the wardrobe of the “Be silent !" slowly exclaimed a hollow voice. “I room in which I sleep.”

AM AZRAEL, THE ANGEL OF Death !” Some further conversation occurred between the two “My destiny is then fulfilled!" murmured Selim, his friends, and then Selim rose and said, “I must now knees knocking together, and his teeth chattering. Yet, speak to Aziz, as the Bin-bashee has left him; and call in this dreadful moment, the lessons of the Móullah did also on Atib, the tailor. By the holy mantle of not depart from him. He religiously pronounced the Mouhammad, Atib is the only man in the city to whom Muslim profession of faith. “ I testify there is no Deity -even for a paraI am a bordjlu, a debtor."

but Allah; and that Mouhammad is God's Apostle. To “Then fortunate is your star," exclaimed Murad. God we belong, and to God we must return." Having

“I must pay Atib to-day,” resumed Selim, “ that no made this profession, Selim sunk into a swoon. reflection may be cast on my memory. Atib is an On partially recovering his senses, and now feeling honest man, and with him I shall also deposit my certain he was about to die, he hastily pulled the vasäiet, my will, which, but for the blood-relationship wadded quilt over his head, expecting every moment to between us, I should have confided to thee, O Murad." be his last, and every echo of the wind to be the foot

And here, Selim, taking leave, fastered up his shop step of Azrael. and departed. Murad remained in the bazaar, but, for Some time elapsed, yet Selim still lived, though all this day, the Franks certainly deserved the bad charac- his strength had long passed away. Why did Azrael ter given to them by the one-eyed papoudjee. They hesitate to give the fatal blow? A thought struck Selim. bought no slippers.

Had the Angel of Death mercifully departed? But he A few hours passed away, and about sunset Selim removed not the quilt from his face, fearful to meet the attended prayers at an adjacent mosque, and then gaze of the fell destroyer. Had Azrael passed on to the entered his now solitary abode in Turk Town. No Hebrew mahallé, to slay a predestined number of heartcheering sound greeted his approach, the Khanum and less usurers? Had he altogether, or only for a while, her prattling children were now alike in the cold left Selim? And when would he return? Oh, the grave, and the poor Osmanlee's heart, though nearly agony of suspense! the indescribable horror of that bursting, still prompted him to bow, without repining, dread pause in the tide of life, when at its very height to the will of Allah.

of glorious flood, the sparkling stream delays for a short Slowly he passed on to his chamber, where, taking a space that fatal turn which marks the commencing ebb, mattress from the cupboard or youk in which it was kept, the downward, slow but certain, ever-increasing current he spread it on the floor, carefully placed thereon the rushing to the Sea of Death! Selim swooned again. Is necessary bed-clothes, and then sank down, not to he dead? sleep, but to meet his apparently inevitable fate.

The night passed away; the day dawned; the call to The night wore on-the agitated mind of Selim the first prayer resounded from the minarets; andinstinctively surveyed his past lite—the follies in the but who are these ? warm blood of inexperienced youth committed—the Several persons entered the apartment. They saw opportunities for charity even recently neglected—the spread on the floor a bed, whereon appeared the form hasty words of anger from time to time addressed to his of a human body, motionless as a corpse, and covered slaves—the lukewarm zeal with which he had occa- with a quilt. The first was Murad, now come to sionally befriended the stranger—the now clearly appa- redeem his promise made in the bazaar. rent selfishness that often unwittingly had actuated his “ The dream is indeed fulfilled,” thought Murad motives—all, all passed before " the mind's eye” of to himself, “yet bakkaloum, yet let us see; we are Selim rapidly, distinctly, and forcibly; heart, and head, early, 'tis scarcely day, it is possible life may not and memory, seemed to acquire supernatural powers of be extinct, and if I come but in time to close my poor recollection—and many, therefore, were the prayers for friend's eyes, the Frankish fear of contagion shall find pardon that now passed the lips of the self-accusing no imitator in Murad, the Papoudjee. Inshallah! Mussulman.

Selim shall not be quite deserted in the hour of And yet, Selim—compared with his fellows-was not death !" a bad man. Let us proceed.

Atib, the little tailor, and Aziz now came forward, At midnight the young moon threw but a faint light while Murad stooped down, and in a voice trembling upon the city, and indefinable shadows played along the with emotion, slowly uttered the simple word, walls of Selim's oda. The poor fellow bad for hours “ Selim!” momentarily expected his dissolution, that “sudden “O Azrael! O thou Angel of Death !" cried a faint wrench from all we know.” At last he happened to voice immediately from the bed, " at length thou art returned! I, Selim, a true and faithful Muslim, am On hearing these words the little tailor rushed from thoroughly resigned to my fate. Keep me no longer in the room. suspense, but do thine office quickly. O Azrael, Azrael, But Selim, confident that the inevitable Azrael was as my last words, I testify there is no Deity but about to return, resumed his prayers aloud, in which his Allah. And I testify that Mouhammad is God's two friends joined. Apostle."

Suddenly they were startled by the return of the " Azrael!' shouted Murad in astonishment, and jerk- tailor. “By the Beard of the Prophet,” exclaimed he, ing the quilt away from Selim's countenance, ' Azrael!'on rushing into the room; "the man I saw in the court, Why should you address me as Azrael? What am I but and thought to be your Kapoudjee, and asleep on the Murad, your friend Murad, the one-eyed Papoudjee, ground, when we passed in, is a corpse, a corpse !

e !!" thanks to that cursed remed; Mashallah! 'tis now day- “A corpse !" echoed Murad and Aziz in a breath. break, open your eyes, and look up, none are around “Yes, a corpse," repeated the tailor; " and on turnyou but friends."

ing him over, I found beneath his cloak, several things, “I thank you, O Murad,” replied Selim, gradually besides this money, this bag of beshliks, and this dead recognizing his friend's voice, “but by the Beard of the fellow—" Prophet, AZRAEL HAS BEEN HERE THIS NIGHT.”

“Dead! a corpse !” exclaimed the hitherto sinking “You have had but another dream,” suggested and bewildered Selim. “A man dead in the courtMurad.

yard !" cried he, springing upright in the bed. "No," replied Selim, now opening his eyes; “ again "As dead as Solyman the Magnificent !" cried the let me acquaint you. Azrael has been here, Azrael has sleazy little tailor, “As defunct as Hajji Bektash!" pronounced the dread summons, and I expect his imme- “Then God be praised!" shouted Selim, leaping into diate return.”

the middle of the floor. “God be praised ! as the Atib, the little tailor, or terzy, here evinced consider- fellow is dead, whoever he is, He makes the seventh of able uneasiness, became fidgety, and threw a furtive my dream, and not I. Azrael has taken him, and glance at the door-curtain, as if expecting Azrael to not me." make his appearance forthwith from behind it.

But here an almost electric change came over Selim's "Selim's brain is wandering," whispered Murad to countenance, and he, in a tremor, exclaimed: “ Yet, Aziz, “if Azrael has been here, how could Selim be yet Azrael did address me! How is this? Seven dead, alive?"

and I alive. And the dream ". The little tailor here returned to the bed, and moving In another instant Selim rushed as rápidly down to the his tongue with some difficulty, owing to the fearful court-yard as the little tailor had done. His three friends dryness of his mouth, ventured to ask Selim (who had followed him, astounded at the strength and activity of again opened his eyes, but still remained prostrate), a man but a few minutes before verging on dissolution. "Who else had paid him a visit during the night, They found him gazing sternly at the corpse. or who had attended upon him ?”

" The Pezavenk !!exclaimed Selim. I can unriddle “ Kimse guelmèdi !exclaimed Selim; “no one at it all. This fellow is a thief; this bag of beshliks, these all. And how could they, for the door of my house other monies are mine. He has, this night, been plunwas fastened? I gave you permission to break in, as dering my house." you doubtless have done, for if you rattled the door- I know the Pezavenk's ugly countenance,” exclaimring, I heard

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ed Aziz. “ This is the very Arab who was dozing on " The door fastened !exclaimed the little tailor; my mastabah in the bazaar yesterday, when the Bin" * Break in!' why, we found the door open! We rat- bashee arrived.” tled no door-ring.”

" Ah!” added Murad; "and he must then have been ** To Azrael," replied Selim, “doors, perhaps, are no feigning sleep, and thus overheard Selim relate his obstruction. Bolts and bars are but flimsy cobwebs to dream to me.” the Angel of Death. The door may have opened at his “ And, worse than all," rejoined Selim; “ This son approach."

of a dog (may his father be burnt!) must have entered 1. The Moullahs know more about that than I do," my chamber for plunder, and, seeing my state, have continued the persevering tailor; “but pray, then, as passed himself off as AzraEL, THE ANGEL OF DEATH! you say no one has been up here, who is the man we What a brain I must have not to have discovered the saw down in the court-yard just now? Is he a new trick.” Kapoudjee, a new door-keeper ?”

"Well, at all events,” cried the little tailor, “the “I am alone in my house, I have no Kapoudjee,” cried dream is now out-seven were to die, and seven are Selim ; " but Azrael, at this early dawn, may have made dead. Selim is now the eighth in the house, and Inshalhimself visible to you as well as to me. O you good lah, he will be saved." Muslims, I know of no man in the court; and if my And Selim was saved, and for aught we know to the door was unlatched when you entered, Azrael must contrary, yet occupies a shop in the slipper-bazaar at himself have opened it when he this night visited me.” | Smyrna.

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It seems as if fortune delighted in extending her “ Feared! What audacity! How dare they fear ?" hand favorably towards some individuals, while to “Hyay! I do not fear, sir, at thirty leagues' disothers she puts it forth only to deceive and buffet them tance; but once I heard from the cellar how they were through life. Her caprices have furnished us with a bombarding the streets, and I found nothing very agreelively example in both manners of dealing. We relate able in it.” the simple facts as we have heard them, without add- Master Janos found increased reason for suspicion; ing a word.

he resolved to make the man drink, expecting to In Hungary, towards the close of 1848, war was the come by this means upon the traces of some dangerous only theme in vogue; in Pesth, the word "peace was plot. quite out of fashion. The hotels were filled with How much does a nailsmith's stomach require ? At guests who met for the purpose of discussing the the second pitcher, his head sunk slowly back, and his favorite topic-martial music was heard from morning tongue moved with difficulty. “Now for it,” thought till night — the European war was preparing. Two Master Janos, filling his glass. “Eljen !-liberty !" he personages were sitting together before a small table at exclaimed, waiting for the nailsmith to strike glasses. the hotel Nagy Pipa, to whom the German saying might The latter was not long in responding to the invitation, have been applied—“Der eine schweigt, der andere and echoed the word “Eljen!" as well as his thickening

" (One keeps silence, the other listens to him); tongue permitted. for one of these two personages seemed attentively * Now, it is your turn to give a toast," said the viceconsidering the probable or possible cause of his com- jailer, eyeing his victim. panion's silence, casting from time to time a scrutiniz- “ Indeed, I am not used to give toasts, sir; I only drink ing look on his countenance, intended to penetrate them.” whatever dark project might be passing within. This *Come, be social: drink to anybody you consider observant individual was no other than the humane the greatest man in the world." Master Janos, police-corporal and vice-jailer of the no- “In the whole world ?” replied the nailsmith, reflectble city of Pesth ; and when we inform our readers ing that the world was very large, and that he knew that he occupied this post during Metternich's time, and very little about it. that notwithstanding that minister's overthrow, he still “Yes in the whole world,” pursued Master Janos retained his position—unlike the usual fate of the ad- confidently. herents of a fallen system-they will surely admit that The nailsmith hesitated, scratched his nose, scratched the favorite of fortune could not be better personified his ears, scratched his whole head, and finally cried than by the same Master Janos. Nor can it be denied out: “Success to Master Slimak!" The vice-jailer that the individual opposite was as much persecuted shuddered at this public demonstration. What could by the fickle goddess as the other was favored. This Master Slimak be but some low plotting fellow? Withwas obvious, not only from the fact that he was at that out any further ado, he seized the nailsmith by the colmoment the object of honest Master Janos's suspicious lar, and, escorting him to the town-hall, dragged him glances, but that he was in that locality at all—that a into a narrow, ominous-looking chamber, before a stout, nailsmith's apprentice from Vienna had wandered into red-faced gentleman. Hungary, of all places on earth—a country where the “This man is a suspicious character," he exclaimed. craft is carried on wholesale at the corner of every vil-" In the first place, he has the audacity to fear war; in lage by the Wallachian gipsies.

the next, he sat from seven till half-past nine—two Master Janos had not studied Lavater; but long ex- whole hours and a half-without opening his lips; and, perience had led him to conclude, after minute examin- finally, he was impious enough to give a public toast to ation of the man's countenance, that some counter- a certain Master Slimak, who is probably quite as susrevolutionary scheme was turning in his head; conse- picious a character as himself.” he drew his chair nearer, and proceeded to break the “Who is this Slimak ?" usked the stout, red-faced silence.

gentleman. “Where do you come from, sir, if I may presume to “Nobody indeed," said the trembling Viennese, “but ask ?” he inquired, with a wily glance at his compa- my former master, an honest nailsmith, whom I served nion.

four years, and would be serving still, had his wife not “ Hyay! from Venice," sighed the stranger, looking beaten me.” into the bottom of his glass.

“Impossible !" ejaculated the fat red-faced personage. " And what news from that city ?"

“It is not customary to give public toasts to such per " Hyay! nothing good.”

ple.” Eh, what ?-nothing good! What bad, theu ?" “But I don't know what the customs are here." " Hyay! war is feared."

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drink to constitutional liberty, to the Upper and Lower “ Obstinate traitor !" he exclaimed, "are you aware Danube armies, or to freedom of the press ?"

of the extent of your offence ; and that if I did not “Hyay, sir, I could not learn all that in a month." condemn you, as I mercifully do now, to an imprison

“But in three months, I daresay, you will be able to ment of three months on my own responsibility, you learn it well enough. Master Janos, take that man into must be given up to justice, and would probably be cut custody."

into four quarters, as you deserve ?” The unhappy The humane Master Janos again seized the delinquent man could not do otherwise than rejoice, in his extreme by the collar, and escorted him to the place appropri- terror, at the mildness of the sentence. ated to such malefactors, where he had time to consider “What should I have said ?” he asked of his lenient why he was put there.

judge, in a voice of despair. The three months passed slowly enough to the nail- “What should you have said? Why, success to the smith. It was now the middle of March. Master republic! success to democracy! success to revolution !" Janos punctually released his prisoner: and the honest The poor fellow promised faithfully to remember these man determined to prove the reform in his sentiments, things, and resigned himself patiently to the new lease and thereby rise in Master Janos's opinion.

granted him of his dark abode. “Success to liberty and the Hungarian army!” cried During the ensuing three months, everything had he. Master Janos stumbled against the wall in speech- changed, except the good fortune of Master Janos; less horror; and as soon as he recovered his equilibriuin, neither time nor chance could succeed in displacing he seized the astonished nailsmith, who, when he had him, as they had so many others. He was still vicoregained his terrified senses, found himself again in the jailer of the noble city of Pesth. It was now Septemnarrow, ominous-looking chamber; but now, instead ber; the nailsmith's penalty was out, and Master Janos of the stout red-faced gentleman, he stood before a lean called him forth. The prisoner's countenance expressed black one, who, when he understood the charge against something unusually important; and no sooner did the prisoner, without permitting any explanation, con- the jailer approach, than, seizing his hand, he burst demned him to three months' imprisonment, informing into tears. him that henceforth, unless he wished to fare worse, he “Oh, Master Janos," said he, sobbing, “tell the genmust exclaim, “Success to the imperial armies, the tleman that I humbly kiss his hand and wish from the great constitution, and the one and powerful Austria !” bottom of my heart, success to the republic!" And the nailsmith, having made three steps beyond his As the hungry wolf pounces on the lamb, so onco prison-door, was brought back to renew his captivity, more did Janos seize the nailsınith by the ill-used coland to ponder over his strange fate.

lar; and indeed so shocked was the worthy jailer, that The three months again passed, and it was some time after dragging the prisoner into the narrow, ominous. in June that Master Janos released his captive. The looking room, it was some time ere be could explain poor man, even at his prison-door, began to bawl out the circumstances to the lean black gentleman, who redeeming words. “Long live Prince Windischgratz! once more occupied the place of the fat red-faced one; Success to glorious Austria !” cried he. Master Janos and great was his surprise when the individual, instead laid his hand upon his sword, as if tv protect himself of sentencing the delinquent to be broken on the wheel, from this incorrigible man.

merely awarded him three months more incarceration. " What !” demanded he, “Was it not enough to On the 3d of November 1849, all who had been imimprison you twice? Have you not yet learned what prisoned for slight political offences were released from to say? Step in here;" and for the third time there confinement; among others, the nailsmith. As Master was the narrow chamber ; but, instead of the meagre Janos opened the door, the unfortunate man stopped black gentleman, it was again the red-faced individual his mouth with his handkerchief, giving the humane before whom our victim appeared to answer for his oft- jailer to know by this pantomime that he would hencerepeated crime.

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Mont Blano is un- Goûté—the Cascade of Pélerins, and the Ice-towers of questionably the lion the Bossons—the chasms in the Tacconay, and the terof the Vale of Cham- rors of the Mur de la Côte. All these wonders are the ouni — the mountain special property of wondrous Mont Blanc, and under magnet that attracts these gorgeous circumstances he can afford to rear his tourists from all parts white head with his robes of cloud, and diadems of of the globe. Every- snow, in so cold and haughty a manner. body has read of De At least once a year there is a candidate for the horSaussure, his anxieties rors of the summit, which is the event of the season " and achievements, and with the resident tourists. And, to say truth, an ascena myriad of Alpine Di- sion and its preparations are calculated to bestir a comrectories tell of the ex- munity like that of Chamouni, who, bored with the ploits of Auldjo, Barry, Brevent, and familiar with every fissure of the MonBosworth, Count

tanvert, turn to any new excitement with alacrity. Bouillé, and Gabriel

The Jungfrau, the Wetterhorn, the Grimsel, and a Hedrengen, the Swed

thousand peaks and passes that one gets on familiar

terms with in Savoy and Switzerland, go for nothing, ish adventurer. No

in point of interest and prestige, when compared with one who has passed Mont Blanc. From the first anxious glance we get of the glaciers fails to it on the Jura, near the Fort de l'Ecluse, with the light hear of Madame Hen- blue waters of the Rhone at our feet, to the grand view riette d'Angeville, and from the Florentine bridge at Sallenche, and, finally, her heroism on the straying neath its shadows in the Chamouni valley, one summit of the “Mon- is kept in a throb of excitement. arch." Everybody has The diligence, or char, no matter in what section of read of the Grands Savoy you be travelling, is certain to be crowded with Mulets and the rosy enthusiastic people of both sexes, talking of Mont Blanc, sunsets the Grand some rapturously, others doubtingly, a few knowingly.

Plateau and the moon- The ladies, too, are always very rapturous in regard "light—the sharply-defined Aiguilles and the Dome du to Mont Blanc. For many reasons. Some are startled

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