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of William the Conqueror and to have borne the Emperor of Germany, and of the second of his name of Matilda his consort. Its girth was 28 four wives, Maria Theresa of Naples. When feet, 5 inches, a foot above the surface of the Vienna was cannonaded by Napoleon, the palground. Cow per wrote some admirable verses ace in which Maria Louisa lodged, was by bis on it, not known, however, till after his death. own order exempted from the fire of his artillery.

Napoleon marrying her by proxy in 1810, she reThere is a story of two hunters in the Dismal paired to Paris, and passed four years in France. Swamp, " the Great Dismal,” who being over

Upon Napoleon's abdication in 1814, she returned taken by night, looked out for a lodging place. of Parma and Piacenza. She declined sharing

to Austria with her son, and was made Duchess and found not far off an enormous old cypress Napoleon's fortunes at Elba, but corresponded tree, through whose top the winds of many with him while there for a time. She remained winters had whistled, but which struck by lightening had fallen, breaking a good many feet from some time at Vienna with her son the duke of the ground, the trunk still reposing on the stump. Maria Louisa, after some vacillation, determined

Reichstadt. Upon Napoleon's return from Elba, One of the hunters chose for his sleeping-place the top of this stump. So he gathered some

not to rejoin him, saying that as she had refused boughs and pieces of bark from around and lay

to partake of his adversity, she would not now ing them across the hollow of the stump, made participate in his prosperity. She still however a bed which, although not quite as soft as a bed retained her esteem for him. In 1816, a year

after the battle of Waterloo, she went to Parma of roses, seemed at the least secure from the attacks of the wild beasts which infest that gloomy, south bank of the Po, containing 2,200 square

and took possession of her Duchy lying on the unfrequented morass. The other hunter chose

miles and nearly five hundred thousand inhabifor his resting-place the inclined trunk of the tree. During the night the hunter who slept on tion of thirty-five or forty thousand. She was

tants. Parma, the capital, contained a populathe top of the stump, being restless, perhaps obliged, however, to leave her son at Vienna dreaming of Gorgons and chimeras dire, tossed in 1824 she married an Austrian officer, General and turned until the boughs and the bark began Count Neipperg. He had lost his left eye in to give way under him, the lowest layer crack- battle by a French lance—but when seen on the ing first, then the next, and so on till at length right side was very handsome. He died in 128

. all were broken, and at last upon

another lurch

She bore him three children. The eldest, a they caved in, and with them the sleeping hunter fell down into the hollow of the stump. berlain of Parma. A son, the Count de Monte

daughter, married Count San Vitale, grand chamWaking he found that he had fallen into company,—and that a family of bears were in gyra- in the Austrian service in 1847, and may be so

nuovo, (the Italian for Neipperg,) was an officer tory motion about him, astounded at his unex

yet. A second daughter died in infancy. 'pou pected descent upon them. Under such circum

the French revolution in 1830, the outbreak in stances, and it being very dark, an introduction was out of the question, and the bears disgusted Italy extended to her Duchy, and she was forced and alarmed at a disturbance so much in viola

to escape to Austria. But the Duchy being retion of all conventional rules, and so uncomfor

duced by an Austrian army she returned. In table, determined to make for the open air. The

1834 she married Count Bombelles, an old emihunter sympathizing in this disgust and alarm, grè. At the time of the accession of Pius IX., and desire to emerge from the stump, seized hold

her Duchy was again disturbed and Maria Louiof one of the bruins en passant who conveyed long after she died and was succeeded by Carlo

sa passed much of her time at Schönbrunn. Not him out with telegraphic celerity, where the

Ludovico, duke of Lucca. hunter, unwilling to impose upon the locomotive liberality of his "fat friend,” let go his hold and awoke his companion, and proposed an inconti

It is the prerogative of genius to stamp its innent decampment from this place of lodging and

terest on every thing connected with it. A worprivate entertainment

, which proposal was voted thy gentleman of my acquaintance, a native of reasonable and acted on without delay.

Scotland, has in his possession some leaves of an
Excise book kept by Robert Burns the poet. The

first page is headed, “ Excise 88th year 1794-5. Maria Louisa Leopoldina Carolina, Imperial Dumfries Collection and District. 4th Round princess, Arch-duchess of Austria, Empress of Diary including 7th December, 1794, and 17th France, and finally, by a singular anti-climax of Jany., 1795.

Robert Burns." fortune Dutchess of Parma, Piacenza and Guas- The page is ruled into columns, the headings talla, was born at Schönbrunn, December 13th, being “Divisions and Officers, Dates, Places Sur1791, eldest daughter of Francis II., afterwards' veyed, Miles, Com'n. Br’rs, Victuallers, Chaud

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lers, Tanners, Spirit Dealers, Tea Dealers, To-Hill, Jno. McCulloch, Alexr. Easton, James Grabacco Dealers, Tobacco Manufacturers, Reports." ham and Robert Burns. The Reports are addressed “Hon'le Sirs.” The When Julian, the philosophic emperor, came first Report, dated December 7th, 1794, is as fol- to the throne, it was found necessary to indoctrilows: Preceding Round ended the 6th Inst. nate him in the rudiments of the military art, and Sunday in obedience to the Collector's orders I while undergoing the process of the drill, being took charge of this District and received from seriously bored, he exclaimed-—“ Heavens, what Mr. Findlater (indisposed) the cheque-book, &c.” an employment for a philosopher!" So Burns, This report is marked "Ex'd J. M." i. e. Examin- when weighing candles and hides and malt, had ed by John Mitchell. The next report regards the reason to exclaim—“Heavens, what an employDumfries Division and is in the following cabal- ment for a poet!"

C. C. istic terms : “In Vict'ry (Victuallery) had a preparatory remark and two charges. Two. Tobco. Manufrs at work; Stocked all the Tobco. Dealrs per weight. On examining the Books only observed in the Tobacco Book page 5th, Nov. 22d, m. 10. and 25 m. 10. Returns of Tobco. altered

LILIENHORN, from 89 lbs to 41 lbs on the 26 mg. and 28 m. 10 from 138 to 90 lbs. More care promised. Opposite the notice of this delinquency is written, “ Admonish. G. B. Done J. C.” i. e. G. B. a The reader well find in Book XII. of Lamartine's His. superior functionary of the Excise orders the cul- tory of the Girondists a very interesting account of the

conspiracy against Gustavus III. King of Sweden, by many pable Victualler to be admonished on the occa of the Swedish nobles, together with Lilienhorn, Comman. siou, and J. C., the subordinate officer, says that dant of the Guards at Stockholm, and of the assassination he has admonished him. The last report on this of the King on the night of the 16th March 1792. page is :-“Had a charge and took worts off in

CHARACTERS. Brewy and weighed to the Tanner 2 Backs and 3 Hides at 112 lbs.” The next report is, “Sur.

Gustavus III., King of Sweden. veged as per margin In Paper, weighed of first LILIENHORN, Commandanı, &c. class 5 Bundles, of second class 23 Bundles, of



COUNT DE BRAHE. third class 39 Bundles-in all 1315 lbs—also ex- COUNT DE STEGEBORG. am'd remaining stock of malt, six guages; all

BARON D'ERENSWARD. with practical agreement. Nothing to blame in

SCENE I.–Stockholm. The King's Palace. the Books.” The places thus surveyed or where these last services were performed were, Park,

Gustavus, Solus.

Whence come the warnings of impending ill Drumwhinnie, Kirkquinzion, Dalbeattie, Mount

So strongly urged, so multiplied of late ? Pleasant, Home. On the 18th of the same month, From watchful friendship's quick excited fears, December 1794, Burns reports—"A Guage a Or cunning foe's most subtle stratagem ? charge and Preparatory Remark in Brewery.

I fain would know, yet nought it doth import, Examined three stocks of Leather and weighed

For fear of friend and scheme of foe I scorn.

And at my life then, treason aims its blowseven Hides, and two calves at 203 lbs. In malt

These warnings manisold do all declare, four guages. Any inadvertencies in the books

But point not out the hand that's raised to strike, but trifling."

Nor tell the hour appointed for the stroke.

In each man thus I must th' assassin sear, On another day the poet-exciseman “Return

And feel the panys of death in ev'ry hour! ed and in Brewery took off second worts and had Behold the doom that is designed for me, a confirming Guage of the first. Weighed a stage By thousand hands a thousand deaths to die ! of candles at 240 lbs.” Again he took “Two

Ha! ha! I hold the sovereign power here Guages in Cn. Brewery, counted large stock of

Whose chiefest form and action mercy is,

And on our royal self I do bestow depending Leather. Fourteen Guages of malt.

That saving grace which others oft have known, Nothing considerable in the Books;" and "weigh- And from this sentence will absolve ourself ed 15 Backs, 13 Hides, 27 Kipps and 02 Calves And grant a pardon from this dreadful doom. at 908 lbs."

So from the pangs of death hefore it comes,

By virtue of this sovereign grace I'm freed.
The Excise Divisions in that part of Scotland I have met Danger osten in his shape
were Dumfries, Bridgeen, Annan, Woodhouse, And shivered in his hand bis threat'ning lance:
Lochmaben, Lockerby, Sanquhar-and the Di-

He stood between the throne and my bigh aim, vision officers, John Lewars, John McQuker,

A lion in the path in which I trod.

This full-blown crown allests my vict'ry gained. Geo. Gray. James Hosack, Leond Smith, John He menaced ruin with the Russian Bear Crawford, Wm. Penn, Peter Warwick, Alexr. And came to crush me with its icy arms;

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But ’neath my blows the Northern monster reeled

Here all unseen by quick and straining eye. And found its safety in my wrath appeased.

Could treason gerininate unknown by me, Vanquished thus in ev'ry open strise,

Or have its growth amidst the vig'rous crop Lo! Danger now a masked disguise assumes

Of virtues the most loyal and most true
And by my fears would subjugate my soul.

That ever subject's heart did teem withal ?
That may not be-my fears are but my subjects, Gustavus.
Too fearful far to make essay to rule.

Well let it pass-1 did but wish to know

If that which seemed but phantasy to me,

Had vital strength to mind of Lilienborn.

Ezii, Gustavss. Gustavus, continuing,

Lilienhorn. Ho, Lilienhor ! you come most opportunely,

Most vital strength and strength most mortal too! This, this concerns Count Lilienhorn, not me.

Lise to my hopes but deathful force to you. A letter from the noble Bouillé, this

But yet-ah no! remorse would now be rainThat son of France who, in his heart's true faith,

The falal train to surcharged mine is fired Doth see his honor in his master's cause

The arrow from the slackened string is sped: And would from secret harm his ally guard.

The noblest heart of all this world's the mark!
He writes that proof or something like to proof
He has, that disaffection's taint bath touched

Enter a Messenger.
The hearts of some whose very hand I've armed
And thought to wield as if it were my own-

I am, my Lord, by Count de Ribbing sent,
Bids me beware-that soldiers high in trust,

In most quick haste, to bring you the advice In Stockholm here, against our life conspire.

That at the house of Baron d'Erensward, Of all my army here thou art the head

Certain of your friends have now assembled

Who do desire and await your presence And sure must know the motives of the body.

On matters instant and of high import.

Ay, ay, my liege, of body, limbs and head;
But do not see the workings of this plot,

My friends! my friends! as tempters ever are ! Or know the soil in which this treason roots

Messenger. Whose branches spreading, bloom in foreign lands,

My Lord ! my Lord ! And only to your distant friends disclose

Lilienhorn. The peril which doth threat you here at home.

Away, you cur, away! and tell your Lord Gustavus.

You gave his words unto my listening ear, This treason menaced-hast not heard before?

Nor tell him more, if your base life you prize.

Esit Messenge. Lilienhorn. Ay! no! ay, but 'twas from your highness' self.

Lilienhorn-continuing. When at the Council you declared your will

Ye hunters of the royal game, ye wind Against insurgent France to lead your strength,

Your horn for me chief hound to lead your pack! To strangle faction and maintain the crown, To crush revolt and snatch the king and queen From the fierce people's bloody appetite,

SCENE 2.–Palace of Baron d'Etensward. Your Highness did with mock solemnity, So well assumed it did impress with awe,

BARON D'ERENSWARD. COUNT DE RIBBING. Propound a question piercing every heart :

COUNT DE STEGEBORG AND COUNT DE BRAHE. With wrathful tone and bent and low'ring brow, You asked what fate deserves the traitor Swede Count de Ribbing. Who in bis heart doth plot his sovereign's death?

The speaking present loudly tells, my Lords, Responses warm, that quick arose from all

We can no longer dally with our fortune Were by your Highness met with most arch smile

Or wait the coming of that laggard, chance. That shewed you touched in sport their deep hearts' 'Tis plain, the thought which in our quickened mind chords.

Has so long lain and grown in embryo, With playful look of incredulity,

Its instant birth in action now must have. This phantom plot you then exposed to view,

De Brahé. Framed as you said of wishes of your foes

I pray you, Count, distinctly to-
And dreamed-of horrors of your frighted friends,

De Ribbing.
And proved by two most truthful witnesses-
Rumor unsworn and fanciful surmise.

Last night, my Lords, from France, a courier came,

From Marquis Bouillé, with despatches charged, Gustavus.

Which only to the king he would commit. 'Tis true, most true, my faithful Lilienhorn.

Of double import I have learned they are: I said I had braved the sword's biting edge

That it was bruited and believed in France And could not fear the airy poniard's point.

A plot most subtle, deep and traitorous, Lilienhorn.

or imminent and most fatal peril, Then why, my Lord, give thought to thing so vain ?

Against the king in Stockholm is conceived Gustavus.

By servants high in trust and near his throne, De Bouillé's letter now from Verdun sent

With sharp expostulation urged in zeal Lilienhorn.

To ope the eye of his deep sleeping fears. No substance to the dagger gives, nor hand

And then, as if to spatch him from his fate, To point its stroke-tells nor plot nor actor.

Beseeching him to speed his powers on Ho vague in unsubstantial inirage

To rescue from the people's rough embrace Rise on Bouillé's view and hover o'er you,

Her, his soul's homage, Gallia's periled queen.

Count de Stegeborg.

That this is true I can attest, my Lords.
Ere matin bell had rung its waking peal,
By the king's page I was from sleep aroused
And summoned to his private council room.
He, placing Bouillé's letter in my hand,
Without much comment, did in haste proceed
To gather from the rolls before him spread
The number and equipment of his troops
In all the several stations of his realm;
And on the map, with quick unerring eye,
The distance and the marches did compute.
And time required for general rendezvous.
Then all impatient at the long delay,
He said the lightning's bolt did dart alone
And did not wait for helping company;
That as the lightning doth outstrip its cloud,
So he'd oulrun the tempest of his power
And blazing on would point its way to France.
And then in phrase of most sweet courtesy,
A grace we know so winning in the king,
Something of praise it pleased him to bestow
On our well trained corps in camp at Stegeborg.
This corps he said most suitably was placed
Upon the route he'd chosen for his speed;
With its strength therefore he should arm himself.
The king to-morrow will set out for France.

(Enter Lilienhorn.)
But here is Lilienhorn from whom the king

Conceals no thought. De Ribbing.

Count Lilienborn, to whose strong arm we trust

As sword and shield, the wished for timeLilienhorn.

Hold! hold! my Lord,-my arm! my hand-what time?

You do mistake-I am not Ankastroem-
Count de Brahé.

Nor hired, Count, his functions to perform :
Ah! Lilienhorn disdains to deal the blow-
He doth but arm the band that gives the stab;
Nor takes for blood his pound for pound in gold-
He hopes to reap in pride the crimsoned crop
Or honors rankly shooting from the blood

or king who wronged him only with his love. Count d' Erensward.

Count Lilienhorn did much o'ershoot the scope

Of Lord de Ribbing's thoughtsDe Ribbing.

And turned them quite away from their true mark. De Brahé.

I was the lens converged them to their point. D'Erensward.

Most noble Count-

I am no Count except by courtesy !
But of Stockholm's guards I am commandant.
With scoffing taunt let hollow court'sy cease.
Was it for this you summoned me to-day;
To hear myself impeached with foulest breath
By bim of your own order deemed the head ?
To raise your order from its low estate
Up to that height of old supremacy
from which it fell before the king's strong will,
With prayers and promises you asked my aid :
Said usurpation did conser no right
Except to strike the proud usurper down:
That every peaceful art had long been tried
To move the king to retrocede your powers,
But that 'twas plain whilst King Gustavus ruled

Nobility would be Gustavus' slave.
And when I told you he had honored me
With station, trust, and love and friendship's smile,
You said a frown could quick succeed a smile,
And then would fall both station, trust and love;
But this imperious king by my aid slain,
Nobility's most ancient rights restored,
On my head a coronet you would place
Of your new flow'ring honor's fresh leaves formed:
And when I spurned and tossed that bauble back,
Calling from hell the tempter's winning art,
You railed at lyrants and of freedom spoke
And urged me lo uphold my country's cause :
That this blow struck, the haughty tyrant dead,
I should be bailed the saviour of the land,
By nobles honored, by the people loved,
And chiefest captain of their armies too.
This glittering prize displayed before my view

I grasp
De Brahé.

With hand deep dyed in blood of sovereign slain. Lilienhorn.

Again the insults of this gibing Lord !

Have we not here a traitor to our treason!

Most noble Lilienhorn, restrain thy rage-
He but assumes the privilege of age

To give the counsels of timidity.

Alas! he holds before foul treason's eye
The undimmed mirror of his loyal troth,

And makes us see an ugly image there. (aside.) De Stegeborg.

Bear with his bluntness noble Lilienhorn,
Nor deem there lurks in Count de Brahé's heart
Either wish or thought of base betrayal.
To him, in virtue, power, and age our chief,
We did entrust our honorable hope
With full assurance it would find support,
Or at the worst no treach'rous enemy.
With his frank nature he at once declared
The aim was noble, not the means employed,

But that our thought should find no tongue in him. De Brahé.

If in your minds I e'er deserved the name
Which it has pleased you to ascribe to me,
Of chief of your renowned nobility,
Hear in the accents of my grief-tossed soul
The voice of honor, the behests of right.
When first this king o'erleaped the rightful bounds
That hedged his high prerogative about,
And roamed the lion o'er the field of state
Glaring his wrath on all who dared oppose,
Encroaching daily on your own domain,
I did exclaim, and on you called aloud
To drive him back to his accustomed rule.
But you, my Lords, did answer my appeal
By protestations of your love and faith
To him who left you yet the name of Lord.
I do not cavil at your wisdom then,
But what was wisdom then is honor now.
The repartitioned powers of the State,
Though to himself he took the lion's share,
You did agree and swear you would maintain.
The powers he wrongly plucked, be well has worn
In wreath resplendent on his royal brow,
With a new lustre from his own great deeds,
That doth obscure your old propriety.
Let not conspiracy regain, my Lords,


What prudent valour thought not to withhold. the greatest poet of Germany who had risen from Let not the dagger now disgrace the hand

the son of a plain citizen to the dignity of a minThat might have flashed the sword in just defence.

ister of state. He was quite content in his exDe Ribbing.

istence at Weimar. The little valleys of ThuForsooth, my Lords, a most sweet homily! Who, bere, has not accounted with his scruples

ringen, the stiff hedges of the Grand Duke's And in conscience' judgment gained a balance ? summer palace, the Belvidere, the quiet river Ilm, Deliberation's doubts have no place here.

gentle as a rivulet, were pleasant to him. The My Lords and Lilienborn, your instant voice!

poet who in the prime of manhood had enjoyed Shall King Gustavus fall beneath our stroke

Italy with all the ardor of his fiery soul, now Aimed by the hand of Ankastroem to-night? All the Lords except De Brahé.

longed for nothing more than a trip from WeiThe king shall fall, the nobles shall bear rule.

mar to the Bohemian springs. But perhaps he Lilienhorn.

deigned to move in every-day life with so much No king in Stockholm, let the people rule!

apparent pleasure, because his nature transformMemphis, Tenn., Aug., 1849.

ed all things into poetry? And yet when I read in matured age the works of Goethe, I am far rather inclined to consider him a man of penetrating mind, than an ardent nature glorified in its own intensity. Goethe was thoroughly cold and

measured. It seldom happened that he smiled, Recollections of Weimar, the Native Place of and still more seldom were the graces of his soul

developed in playful wit. In his immovable anGoethe.

tique face, nothing beamed but the eye. But

this was the eye of the king of spirits. It comFrom the Unpublished Journal of Therese. manded, it governed, it fattered, it defied. His

look was the symbolic expression of his soul-a mysterious communication, showing him an in

terpreter of the unknown-a revealer of the hidIn our childhood we are apt to regard great den things of nature. His deportment was digevents or persons with indifference. They ap- nified, perhaps with too much assumption and pear natural and common, and the most celebra- too little inborn nobleness. He wore a dark blue ted men seem to us but ordinary beings. Our surtout buttoned to the neck, and carried the left living near them in daily intercourse prevents, hand generally hid in his waistcoat. He walked perhaps, the effect that would be otherwise pro- slowly, bowed his head formally to those who duced. But in after life, when experience has who met him, said a few civil words and the taught us severe lessons, when we find how many passed on. My uncle thought himself obliged to blossoms we lavished for a single fruit, how many instruct his little neice by telling her of the glory vain attempts for one success, then we become of Weimar-of the literary cultivation of the more observant. Recollections long since faded place, and though doubtless at that time the butaway, revive in youthful freshness. The clouds terflies had more attraction for me than Goetbe disappear, we behold the vanished stars,—those and all the poets in the world, I could not belp flaming, everlasting constellations seem to be no listening, and thus became acquainted with the visions of imagination. Dust and clouds had classical Germans who have made Weimar so concealed them from our eyes, but they were celebrated. The great ones-Schiller, Wieland, never extinguished.

Herder—were no more ; all, except Goethe, who Such thoughts are sometimes awakened in me received in the evening, with his daughter-in-law, by recalling the days of childhood, when I walked in the very small rooms of their plain home, a in the shady avenues of the park of Weimar, little circle of friends and admirers. merry and joyous, in ignorance of what surround- Goethe's was rather an humble dwelling for a ed me, regardless of my uncle's words when he prime minister, but the poet could here repose would draw his little prattling niece apart and more comfortably in the arms of the muses. The say, “There is Baron von Goethe." Goethe steps were narrow and led to a passage to the strolled daily in the park : he had there his fa study. In this room Bettina, (Baroness von Arvorite spots, his pines, his oaks, against which nim,) the poetical child so celebrated by her work, he used to rest himself. The narrow limits of " Letters of a Child to Goethe," may have climbed a small town, the external monotony of a life often upon his lap, and caught words of endearwhich in later years was somewhat wasted in ment from his lips. We once visited this house. ceremonious forms—the title of Privy Councillor, My uncle and I were seated on chairs opposite the honor of being called "excellency"—these Goethe. When he heard that I liked mineralosatisfied in advanced age the gigantic mind of gy, he showed me his fine collection and took me

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