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dependence on Heaven, and a constant desire to of the river which has its embouchure near that do whatever is best for those around us?"

"My dear young lady," replied the captain, "it is Christianity, not Catholicism, which does that."

felt much perplexed.

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"They are the same thing," said Carlotta. "Exactly," exclaimed the Carbonaro. Madame Bsome respects, she liked the heretical captain; but as her understanding had always been in priestly leadingstrings, she thought that however pleasant he might be in this world, he would certainly be damned in the next. However, it was for this world, and not the next, that she desired to marry him; and therefore she dissembled her condemnation of his heresy, and adroitly led us back to more pleasant topics, for which I felt deeply indebted to her. It was, indeed, full time, since, with the exception of Carlotta, everybody had begun to wear a controversial aspect, and to look as fierce and threatening as two bulls before a herd of cows in a meadow. Even the influence of Los dos Amigos might not have sufficed to keep us friends. Man's religion or irreligion is his private property, and therefore he feels excessively sore when other people rudely trespass upon it. Indeed, we are as jealous of it as we are of our wives, and are quite as ready to resent an insult offered to it. Doubly valuable, therefore, was the politic interposition of Madame B, and long may she enjoy the blessing which attaches to the peace-maker. Fresh cigars were lighted, fresh bumpers filled up; and when at last we parted for the night, it was as the best friends in the world. We had steered nicely between Scylla and Charybdis, and retired to bed not only whole in bones, but with whole tempers. It was a controversy spoiled.

city. I know not how it happened, but this was
the least pleasant day of the whole journey. We
had contracted something like a friendship for
each other, and felt that we were here to part,
some in one direction, some in another. The Mi-
lanese conspirator could not, moreover, forget what
dangers and difficulties lay before him. Without
a passport he could not enter Genoa; and how,
without a passport, was he to embark on any ship
or steamer? These embarrassing thoughts occu-
pied his mind, and kept him silent. The Han-
overian and Dalmatian had each his peculiar cause
of anxiety. Carlotta and her mamma were almost
sad.
The captain's family was not addicted to
talking, so that the task of keeping up the ball
was left entirely to him and me. He was an old
traveller, and therefore always endeavored to make
the most of his time. He formed no sudden
likings or dislikings. He had a smile and a
pleasant word for everybody, could discuss all
commonplace topics with fluency, regarded every-
body around him as a part of his amusement, and
was intensely self satisfied and comfortable whether,
when they left him, they went east or west, to the
antipodes or to the devil. It mattered not a jot to
him; he had seen them, he had conversed with
them, and when they vanished, he thought as little
of the circumstance as the dispersion of a cloud in
a summer sky. Of this philosophy he was proud ;
and some, perhaps, might have envied him. I
confess I did not. I regret parting with people,
especially if their company has given me much
pleasure; and, therefore, with all the efforts I
could make, I was unable to lose sight of the fact
that our delightful little party would be broken up
in a few hours, and that I should have once more
to be thrown amongst entire strangers. About a
mile from Genoa, the Milanese took his leave of
us, shaking hands with more heartiness than I ex-
pected. He evidently felt much regret; and, as
he went off, I sincerely wished success to him and
his cause. Presently we rattled into the streets
of Genoa, stopped in the inn yard, shook hands,
took our leave of each other, and in ten minutes

looking the sea, the breeze from which was blow ing softly in at the open windows.

CHAPTER XXIII. -COLUMBUS AND THE VIRGIN.

As the reader is, of course, well acquainted with the Anabasis, he will remember with what rapture the Greek soldiers beheld, from the summit of certain mountains, the broad, glittering expanse of the Euxine, and how they rushed forward, brandishing their spears and clashing their shields, exclaiming "Thalata! thalata!" ("The sea! the sea!") I am not ashamed to say that I│I found myself in a pleasant little bed-root overexperienced something of the same delight when, from the summit of the Bocchetta, I caught the first glimpse of the Mediterranean. Inexpressibly bright and blue was its surface; but it was not its brightness, it was not its color, that acted like a spell on the imagination. It was the thousand associations that had been created in my mind ever since boyhood, that lent to the aspect of it so powerful a charm. All the glory of the Roman republic seemed to be unrolled upon its bosom. The galleys which bore the men who conquered the world, and put their democratic feet upon the necks of so many kings, had ploughed those waves, which roll as freshly now before the breeze as when the prows of the early consuls dashed through them in the rapture of youthful freedom.

We now descended rapidly into the valley which leads to Genoa, following nearly all day the course

You have, of course, experienced that sudden collapse of the mind which follows upon the heels of protracted excitement. Everything above, around, and below you, seems flat, stale, and unprofitable. Your coffee is bad, your supper is worse, the smoke of your cigar smells like assafoetida. When you go to bed, you can't sleep, and your waking thoughts are like so many hellish dreams. I began to think what a fool I was to leave home, and travel thousands of miles by sea and land, just to see a river, a few old walls, columns, and a rabble of dirty Arabs. Could not I read about them, and be contented? And then, how cruel it was to leave my wife and children,

"Then," said he, "let me tell you of the only curiosity worthy of notice which this city contains. It is the portrait of Christopher Columbus, the most extraordinary man produced in these latter ages. I have traversed the Atlantic in his track; I have explored every island in the Gulf of Mexico; I have sailed from Cape Horn to Hud son's Bay; and my mind has all the while been filled with the image of Columbus, whose genius gave the new world to the old.”

and the cholera committing frightful ravages along | had ever been at Genoa before. I replied in the the frontier, and just upon the point of entering negative. Switzerland. I should positively never see them again. For was not the plague always in Egypt? Did not the desert swarm with robbers? Were there not crocodiles in the Nile big enough to swallow me at a single mouthful? Were there not fevers of all shades and hues in Alexandria, in Cairo, and all the way up the valley? It would have been much better to have thought of these things in time. And then, would my constitution hold out? Was I not already immensely fatigued? Was I not thin? Was I not feverish? Was I I thanked him sincerely for his information, and not, in short, utterly bedeviled? In this pleasant asked him where the portrait was to be found. frame of mind I went to bed, where, instead of "I will take you to the house," said he ; it enjoying sweet sleep, and getting comforted and is at present in the possession of a priest, a very refreshed, my torments were increased a hundred | old friend of mine, who will have great pleasure fold. No sooner had I extinguished the candle, in showing it to you." than the enemy descended on me in myriads, in the shape of infernal musquitoes, which stung me almost to madness. I battled with them manfully.

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"Shall we go at once?" I inquired.
"With all my heart!" cried the old sailor.
And forth we issued, puffing our cigars as we
He inquired in what directión I was trav-

a cigar on the Acropolis, bathed in the waters of Castalia, spent a night in the Catacombs, and drank from a bucket at the bottom of Joseph's well. He was now on a voyage to the Bermudas; but, as the ship would not sail in less than three days, he said it would afford him infinite pleasure to be useful to me in the mean time. When we had reached our point of destination, he handed me over to the priest, and went away to transact some business in a distant quarter of the city. The priest, a jolly old fellow, whose ample, portly figure, formed a complete contrast with that of his friend, took me straight up stairs, where he withdrew a curtain from a picture, which I found to be a portrait of a woman.

I killed them, hundreds at a time, on my forehead | went. and on my cheeks, till my hands and face were elling; and, when I mentioned Greece and Egypt, covered with blood. Still their numbers did not he said he had been in both countries, had smoked seem in the least to be diminished. They renewed the attack as long as there was a whole place left on my skin, and then stuck their stings into the wounds made by their predecessors. If I had known Sterne's chapter of curses by heart, I would gladly have levelled it against musquitoes and all Genoa, which I pronounced all night long to be one of the avenues to Tartarus. Once I fancied it would be a fine stroke of northern policy to wrap my head in the sheet; but, besides that I should soon have been stifled on account of the heat of the room, large numbers of the foe insinuated themselves along with me under the fallacious covering, and appeared to sting me more at their ease. So, giving up all hope of sleep, and of remission from torment, there I lay, uttering all "Why," said I, "this is not Christopher Cosorts of imprecations, till the dawn. Then, how-lumbus, but the blessed Virgin." ever, as if by magic, every little winged devil took "It is all one," answered he; "and for the its flight, and I enjoyed two or three hours of delicious sleep. When, very late in the morning, the chambermaid came to call me, she uttered a loud exclamation on seeing the state of my face, and begged a thousand pardons. It had been all her fault, she said, for, not remembering that I was a stranger, she had omitted to pull down the musquito curtains, which had hung uselessly over my head all night. She desired me, however, to remain quietly in bed, and left the room. Returning presently, she brought along with her a cup of delicious coffee, and a thin, white, warm liquid, in a basin, in which she dipped a small bit of muslin, and bathed my forehead and face, which were dreadfully swollen. I forgot to inquire what the liquid was; but it almost immediately relieved the pain, and, in the course of half-an-hour, reduced the swelling considerably, so that I was, at all events, fit to be seen. I then got up and dressed, and, by eleven o'clock, was seated in a coffee-room smoking a cigar. A little, withered old man, who sat there smoking also, asked me if I

rest, I have sold the picture of the great navigator,
long ago, but thought you would like to see this
fine work of art, which is also for sale."
"I don't buy pictures," said I.

"It does not signify," said the priest; "you may see all I have, as, if l'illustrissimo signor does not purchase himself, he may know some one who does."

I had gone to see Columbus, and not the Virgin Mary; who smiled on me, nevertheless, from the canvas, and in some sort reconciled me to my disappointment. I experienced, at that moment, the full fascination of art. A second look at that divine countenance shed a calm over my whole mind. It was full of sweetness, full of tranquil beauty; and a light beamed from the eyes which nothing but the touch of genius could bestow. I wished, from the bottom of my soul, I had been a picturebuyer, and could have afforded to take that gem with me to Egypt. I could have held converse with it by the way. It would have raised and purified my thoughts, and done me good in all

"What is the subject ?" I inquired.

"Artemis bathing in an Arcadian fountain," said he.

respects. I congratulated the priest on his possessing so fine a picture, and asked him if he knew the artist. He said he did not, but supposed it must be by some great master. I entirely agreed I looked in his face to observe the expression of with him. The price he required for it, however, it. It was full of calmness and dignity. He was very moderate. Other pictures he had, which, thought of Artemis as of a saint. I promised to though not equally beautiful, were no less valua- call on him next morning, and went down to take ble, perhaps, in a commercial point of view. We a stroll on the Mola, and enjoy the fresh breeze conversed on his treasures for some time; and when from the Mediterranean. The view of the I took my leave, he invited me to come again. He observed, moreover, if the sight of works of art delighted me, he would show me a church in which, to use his own expression, there was a picture worth all Genoa.

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But no; I will not describe it now; another time will do better, when I shall have seen it from all points, and have studied all its aspects. Genoa stands alone among Italian capitals, for the nature of its site, and the splendor of its palaces. It is, perhaps, the finest monument existing of almost imperial magnificence in decay.

IMPRESSIONS OF ETON, SEPTEMBER 8, 1849. Graceful, and clear, and smoothly musical.

ETON, amidst thy pleasant fields I stand
Unknown, unknowing; I can claim no part
In the long glories which thy name recalls,
The trophies and the thousand monuments
Which thou has reared for learning and mankind;
Nor do thy courts and towers to me bring back
A schoolboy's youth :-I am not of thy sons,
And yet I feel the genius of the place;
It breathes upon my brow and on my mind;
It spreads around me like an atmosphere;-
For all things are in unison :-the stream
Winding in its calm beauty through the meads,
This floor of softest grass, these waving trees;
While, opposite, from that majestic pile-
Windsor's and Britain's castellated pride-
The spirit of old monarchy looks down.
Nature and Art, the Present and the Past,
All recollections and all images,
The very aspect and the very air,
The visible objects and the historic forms
That crowd upon the fancy, have one voice,
And make one harmony. Illustrious spot!
I view thee, Eton, and I seem to see
Through the pervading influence of what spells,
What culture of the soul, they who are thine
Became what they have been and what they are.
All of refinement speaks, and polished skill
In sport or study; liberal thoughts and deeds;
And courtesy, and gentle courage born
Of honor, and the nicest sense of shame.
Well also with these structures may accord
Religion, mellowed by Humanity;
Tempering the sallies of a lavish mirth,
And passions in their quick development;
Hallowing their earthly reverence, which upholds

Or throne or altar, and th' inviolate line
Of fixed traditions in the British state.
Not here, methinks, not in such scenes as these,
Could rigid Science most delight to dwell,
Labored, exact, mechanical; not here
Should crabbed Erudition hold her seat,

Ponderous and harsh; not here be sought and found
The stern, untamed Sublimity, that draws
Its accents from hoarse waves and mountains hoar,
In savage grandeur and wild solitude;-
But Scholarship, in happier charms arrayed,
And Verse, that, like the silver Thames, flows on

Yet, by the margin of this placid tide,
Yet, in the shelter of these cloistered walls,
Tranquil, though unmonastic, have been nursed
Large aspirations, high and deep resolves,
And all that forms, or feeds, the heroic soul.
How
many a generous and romantic boy,
Wrapt up in seeming idleness, hath sat
Beneath these shades, or in these waters dipped
His listless oar, blending and cherishing
Great hopes of fame, fond dreams of earliest love!
How, too, the long procession marches by
Of orators and statesmen; leaders cheered
By friends and foes in senates; chiefs renowned
In camp or court; and prelates of the church,
Worthy the honored mitres which they wore-
Here taught, here trained, here nurtured, here in-
spired;

Then, by the gratitude of after-days,
Rendering these precincts glorious, peopling them
With mighty shadows! Quiet reigns around,
But not desertion. Though vacation's hour
Awhile has scattered the light-hearted throng,
What names start up, what memories, e'en for me,
A stranger-nor without the thrill and glow
Of genial joy! For who that knows the lore
Of England, and the annals of her race,
Can look with cold and unadmiring eye
On Eton, and these schools, founded by kings,
By nobles fostered? Ah, what marvel then,
That Loyalty is here the boast and badge?
Or if the scions of such stock have linked
Their creeds and fortunes with the popular cause,
Democracy has worn a courtlier robe,
And shown a chivalrous and gallant front,
On Greek republics, such as Athens was,
Nothing of coarse or rude;-has loved to muse
Or in his lofty visions Plato saw;

Or else hath striv'n to lift the struggling mass
To purer tastes, and soften human life
With Libraries and Galleries of Art,
Wide open to the sons of want and toil.

One gloomier shape, where all to-day is peace ;-
But my words wander; let me not evoke
Bringing the smoke and din of the vexed world,
All, save those engines on their iron path,
Marring and disenchanting this fair scene.

J. S. B.

From the Dublin University Magazine.

ANNALISTS OF THE RESTORATION.-NO. I.

MR. SECRETARY PEPYS.

| journal, I not being able to do it any longer, having done now so long as to undo my eyes every time I take a pen in my hand, and therefore, whatever comes of it, I must forbear; and therefore resolve, from long-hand, and must be contented to set down no this time forward, to have it kept by my people in more than what is fit for them and all the world to know; or if there be anything, I must endeavor to keep a margin in my book open to add here and there a note in short hand with my own hand.

THE minute examination of any one authentic work does more to familiarize us with the history of the period to which it refers, than the perusal of a hundred abridgments. It is probable that more graphic pictures of the bar of his time, and of the civic contests at a period of what soon beWe have thus become almost accidentally accame a death-struggle between political parties, quainted with what Pepys-indulging at the same are to be gleaned from Roger North's highly-col-time his habitual caution, and the garrulous propenored narratives, than in any other way. A single sity which was his very nature-thought he had sentence often implies a whole train of feelings effectually hidden. Of Pepy's "Correspondence,' scarcely suspected to have existed; and yet which, for which we are all indebted to Lord Braybrooke, when exposed to view, give the explanation of and which exhibits another phase of his character, secrets otherwise wholly unintelligible. We be- a great portion had a narrow escape of being altogin to understand-nay, to participate in the pas-gether lost. Some seventy volumes of original sions that divided society in the days of the Charleses papers that had belonged to Pepys are now deand the Jameses. We see the interior of courts posited in the Bodleian Library, among Dr. Rawand cabinets in a way in which it was not given to inson's collection. How Dr. Rawlinson became the historians—from whose works the public yet gleans its general knowledge of the facts of any particular reign-to see them. The Walpoles and the Herveys have betrayed secrets which the Smolletts, and Belshams, and the tribe of compilers, never dreamt of. The almost unlimited publication of private documents, which each day is disinterring from old family repositories, will compel the whole of our civil history to be re-written. Of the period of the Restoration, no man can be said to know anything who has not read the memoirs of Evelyn and Pepys.* Evelyn is many ways a more respectable man, and must remain a higher name in our literature. Pepys was, how ever, a much more entertaining fellow; and we doubt whether the revelation of his own character, strangely given us in his memoirs, is not almost as valuable a part of his work, as that which, in a more proper sense, adds to the materials of history.

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We speak of the revelation being strangely given us. Lord Braybrooke has published three editions of the Memoirs,† each in some respects communicating information not to be found in the others, though the last is in every important respect infinitely the best. The "Diary," by which we chiefly know Pepys, was drawn up in the form of a journal-he noting down in a peculiar cipher the incidents of each day, important or unimportant as they might be. This short-hand seems to have answered its purposes of concealment; for, as far as we can learn from Lord Braybrooke's preface to the earlier editions, it does not appear to have been deciphered till some short time before its publication. That Pepys himself trusted to his disguise is plain, from an entry with which the journal closes :—

And thus ends all that I doubt I shall ever be able 'to do with my own eyes in the keeping of my own "Memoirs of Samuel Pepys, Esq., F.R.S., Secretary to the Admiralty in the Reigns of Charles II. and James II. Edited by Richard Lord Braybrooke." 5 vols London: Henry Colman. 1828. † 1825-1823-1848.

possessed of these, Lord Braybrooke was unable to learn. It would appear, however, that his interposition saved them from destruction, and secured their preservation in a place of secure and convenient deposit.

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Samuel Pepys was descended from the Pepyses of Cottenham, in Cambridgeshire. Our hero is said to have been of a younger branch. His father was a tailor, which may for a while have dimmed his pretensions in heraldic eyes; for we find him telling us of reading for the first time "Fuller's Worthies," and being much troubled that, though he had some discourse with me about my family and arms, he says nothing at all of us, nor mentions us either in Cambridgeshire or Norfolke. But I believe, indeed, our family was never considerable." The father retired from trade in or about 1660, and resided for the rest of his lifesome twenty years-at Brampton.

Samuel was born on the 23d of February, 1632. He appears to have passed from Huntingdon School to St. Paul's, where he continued till 1650, early in which year his name appears as a sizar on the books of Trinity College, Cambridge. In the next year he removed to Magdalene's, where he was elected into a scholarship. The only record of his college career is the following :—

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selling places practised in every department of the state in the most unblushing manner."

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would not seem a good place for a Protestant, and he was soon dismissed, having struck a friar who rebuked him for not attending mass. He soon In Pepys there was a resolute heroism which after married an Irish widow, and then served showed itself in doing his duty in circumstances against the Spaniards. While he was away, his where others held aloof. When the plague came, wife and children were inveigled by pretended and London was deserted, Pepys remained at his devouts" into a Roman Catholic establishment, post. "The sickness thickens round us," said whence the future Mrs. Pepys, then only twelve he, writing to Sir William Coventry; or thirteen years old, and extremely handsome, took your turn of the sword-I must not, therewas removed into the Ursulines, which was then fore, grudge to take mine of the pestilence." Durconsidered the strictest convent in Paris." St. ing the fire of London Pepys again exhibited the Michel, however, who was almost distracted at calmest courage, and did more than any one else what had occurred, succeeded in recovering them. in rendering essential service. He sent persons How Pepys and his wife became acquainted, is not from the dockyards to blow up the houses, and recorded. The marriage seems to have been a thus arrested the progress of the flames. sufficiently happy one, though nothing could easily be more rash. He was but twenty-three, and his wife fifteen, and neither of them had anything. Sir Edward Montague, afterwards first Earl of Sandwich, was, however, a relative of Pepys', and appears at all times to have been a faithful and anxious friend; and with him he was employed, probably as secretary. In 1658, he attended Sir Edward on his expedition to the Sound, and on their return was, through Montagu's interest, employed in some public office connected with the pay of the army.

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In the spring of 1668, when De Ruyter's successful enterprise against Chatham, in the preceding year, became the subject of a parliamentary inquiry, the officers of the navy board naturally incurred the greatest share of the public indignation; they were accordingly summoned to the bar of the House of Commons. Upon this occasion the clerk of the acts undertook their defence, and, in a speech of three hours' duration, succeeded so well in proving that the blame neither rested with himself nor his colleagues, that no further proceedings were instituted against them.

vicious court that had ever existed in England. In the course of 1669, Pepys obtained leave of absence from his office for a few months, and accompanied by his wife he visited France and Holland. His time was, even while abroad, devoted to the service of the department to which he belonged, and he occupied himself in obtaining information with respect to the Dutch and French navies. Shortly after his return he lost his wife. Through Pepys' life he had some misgivings of

He was afterwards appointed secretary to the In the summer of 1669, Pepys discontinued his two generals of the fleet, and went to Scheveling journal, in consequence of increasing weakness on board the flag-ship of his patron to bring home of sight; and, though his eyes recovered, he Charles the Second. Sir Edward was rewarded never resumed it. We must, then, in judging of with an earldom. In the following summer, the journal, remember that it gives but the early Pepys was nominated Clerk of the Acts of the Na- years of his official life; and the clerk of the acts vy. In this office Pepys' great talents for business was a different man from the secretary of the adsoon developed themselves. The age was a licen- miralty of after days. His comparative youth, tious one, and Pepys, though he escaped its vices, too, accounts for the temper of levity with which was one who enjoyed pleasure. We say, though he regarded the sins and scandal of the most he escaped its vices ;" but we say it with hesitation, as Pepys had an eye for female beauty, and gave frequent occasions to what may or may not have been causeless jealousy on the part of his wife; and Lord Braybrooke's suppression of parts of the " Diary" may have reference to stories of the kind, too good to be translated out of the secretary's own cipher. His attendance on the theatre was constant. However, his first object was a conscientious fulfilment of his duty; and Lord Braybrooke expresses amazement how he could his wife's religion. Having been educated for have found time to despatch so much business as he did, and to make copies of the voluminous papers connected with the navy. "These papers afford," says Lord B., "the best evidence that he labored incessantly for the good of the service, and endeavored to check the contractors by whom the naval stores were then supplied, and to establish such regulations in the dock-yards as might In a few years afterwards the question was ensure order and economy. He also strenuously Pepys' own religion. Pepys had been a roundadvocated the promotion of the old-established head when a boy, and he tells us of serious fear officers of the navy, striving to counteract the that he at one time entertained, after the Restoraundue influence exercised by the court minions, tion, lest a school fellow should remember that on which too often prevailed on that unprincipled gov- the day the king was beheaded he said, "Were I ernment over every claim of merit or service; to preach on this occasion, my text should be, and he resisted to the utmost the open system of The memory of the wicked shall rot.' ' The

some years of her early life in a French convent, he thought she might have retained some of the feelings towards Romanism that it had been the object of her instructors to inculcate; but shortly before her death she received the sacrament with her husband from the rector of the parish, and thus this doubt was dispelled.

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