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POETRY:
From the N. 1. Evening Star.
The late Catastrophe at Trenton
Falls
Loud roar’d the mad torrent, the cataract thun
der'd,
While dash’d the white foam on die sprav
beaten cliff ;
Beneath the swift rapids the smooth waters '
slumber'd,
Where safely the fisherman anchor'd his sknf.!
Sublime was the prospect —the wild waters
gliding,
Uncurb’d in tbeir grandeur, terrific their
sweep ,
Below the fierce whirlpool, the tiny bark riding,
Secure on the waves, cairn as infancy’s sleep.
’Twas there, with Lis daughter, a fond parent
wander’d,
To gaie or. the waterfall, awful and wild ;
As o'er the deep ravine of terrors lie ponder’d, .
More close to his bosom he fondled bis child.
From the cheek of Xerlina the lilies of terror
Soon faded before the young roses of joy,
When her father, ah fatal the death-winged error!
Confided liis child to lire page—a mere boy ! (
A moment, he turned from the prospect appal
ling,
When burst an Iris ear the heart-rending shriek;
Oh horror l , the page, with his darling, had fallen
Down the dark gulf, from the rock-girdled
peak.
In vain the fond parent spurn'd dangers before I
him—
Despair set her seal on bis efforts to save,
And sorrow her dark cloud of anguish veil’d o’er
him,
For hferlina had found in the whirlpool a grave-
By the wild waterfall, wiiere the demon of di»n
ger,
Enthron’d mid her crags, wields the sceptre
of doom,
Shall fall the big tear, from the sorrowing stran
ger.
For her who so early hath found there a tomb.
And a prayer shall come, like a mist o’er the
water,
Where, troubled, the dark waves their dirge
eddies roll,
That mercy may yield him who lost there his
daughter,
A rainbow of hope in his sorrow of soul.
Remember Me.
When meets thin eye this bumble lay
In solitude’s most pensive hour,
Wilt thou permit one thought to stray
Unto the bard who dar’d to pour
His unadorning song to thee !
Ob ! wilt thou then remember me ?
When with the young, the fair, the gay,
Thou glidest down the glittering hall,
I will not dare, ’mid this display,
Ask thee my mem’ry to recall ;
No— all the boon I seek from thee,
This scene when past, remember me.
When bill’d upon the lap of ease,
And other friends about thee throng,
If thought of me could mar thy peace,
Or cast a shade tliy joys among,
I wish it not, my prayer shall be,
Should sorrow come—remember me.
Remember one, whose soul of gloom
Bright moments seldom come to bless,
Who rarely sees a floweret bloom
U|>on his life’s lone wilderness,
But who will deem it joy to be
Held in remembrance kind by thee. L.
Books and Women.— X good book and a
£ood woman are excellcn tilings for those
who know how to appreciate their value.—
There are men, however, w ho judge of both
Qpm the beauty of tjic-ir cpycrirqj.
slumber'd,
. - 11—mi—— TTWi. - - _ . - ■
llfi kSi IXLA.WXH Ns
/ rent e tiu Ismi J. R,publican..
A NtGHT IN NAPLES.
CHAPTER 1.
1 here youth lavished its t.ue bloom an 1
youth,
’ 11 the unwholesome press
tit flush J and crowded wassaiiers, and was
ted
Its hours ol rest in dreaming th s was pleas
ure.”
In a brilliantly illuminated apartment of
the Palazzo Trevisanno, were assembled
a band ol the choice spirits of Naples, seat
arouud a massive table covered with bottles
ol sparkliV.g wine; they laughed and shout
ed, and gave loose reins to the wild pas
sions that w ine ever generates in the bosom
of the young and thoughtless. Their dres
ses glittering with gold and gems, gave ev
idence of their rank and wealth, ev<-:y
thing, from die magnificent decorations of
the room to the livery of the numerous ser
vants, told ol princely power and splendor.
‘Cresareo’ sain the young and dissipated
Conde Lioni, ‘how fires thy suit with the
lair Beatrice, hath the old Count relented in
the matter of the ducats?’
‘Relented! Corpo di Baccho—he has
locked Beatrice in her room, and sworn by
every saint in the calendar, that she shall
starve ii she dares to breathe my mime.’
‘ Proavo tells me he requires ten thou
sand ducats settled on her ere he will con
sent.’
*’Tis true, and I have not a hundredth
P a rl—but hark ye Leoni, dost know Cas
elli.’
‘The miser, your unde—rich too, report
says, a second Signor Croesus; are there
no holes in bis money bags?’
‘Nay, Leoni, but, this way a little,there
are Bravos in Naples, and deep water in the
bay.’
‘I understand, to-morrow night we’ll
drink to the memory of your departed un
de, and then, Cterareo; the Conde will
surely relent, the tingle of Caselli’s gold
will charm his soul, and Beatrice is thine.’
CM APTER 11.
“They game, carouse, converse, or whet the
brand;
Select the aims—to each his blade assign,
And careless eye the blood that dims its
shine.”
‘ A song! a song! exclaimed some half
dozen stentorian voices, ‘ song from Senor
Stephano.’ And as they spoke, the indi- j
vidua) named poured out a full goblet of I
Lachrymac Christi, the celebrated wine of
Southern Italy, and raising the cup to bis
lips drained off the contents, and then sit
ting it down again with a deep drawn sigh,
thus spoke:
‘So ye would have a song my good
friends, well 1 hate torelvse so simple a re
quest from such sweet voices, but before I
begin Sonora Agnese, just pour me out an
other drop of that good w ine, it’s hard work
to sing w ith a dry throat'—and down went
another cup of his favorite. ‘ What will ye
have my friends, love or war?’ Shall I give
you one of ourold bandit songs, or shall 1
sing to please little Agnese here at my side.’
‘Oh! sing i<»r me,’ exclaimed the dark
eyed brunette, ‘and sing that song I love to
hear so much.’
The bravo, for stu b he was, leaning back
in his chair, and fixing his large lustrous |
eyes on the last speaker, struck with ask’d- I
ltd band Lis guitar, and in a strong, rich j
voice, sung the following words to a favor- I
ite Italian air:
“ Tell me, —the charms that lovers seek
lu the clear eye and blushing cheek,
The hues that play
O’er rosy lip and brow of snow, —
V, hen lieary age approaches slow,
Ah, where are they !
Where are the high born dames—and where '
Their gay attire, and jewelled hair,
And odours sweet ?
Who re are the gentle knights that came
To kneel and breathe Jove’s ardent flame
Low at their feel?
\\ here is the song of Troubadour,
W here are the lute and gay tambour
They loved of yore!
V. here is the merry dance of old,
The flowing robes inwrought with gold,
The dancers wore!”
Bravos and bravissimas resounded thro’
! the arched ceilings, as throwing the guitar
j from him, the Bravo rose, and draining a
third goblet of wine, beckoned to a short
stout man seated at the further end of the
table.
‘Come Carlo, we must be going; Sig
nors and Signoras, we must leave your so-
I ciety for a few moments, as we have a slight
job in hand.’
‘Ay, ay,’ exclaimed a tall swarthy man
who sat near Stephano, ‘one can hardly
guess what business can draw you and Car
lo from II Carlito, at this hour.’
Well, well, Don Jose, it matters not what
may call us forth, and a still tongue often
saves a deal of trouble—so I advise you to
say no more about it.’ So speaking, the
| iwo desperadoes left the hall. The sullen
Spaniard was the first to break the silence.
‘ It seems to me that yon Stephano bear*
himself rather haughtily of late; if we dare
but speak a word in his presence, his stilet
to is half unsheathed.’
‘ Health to Stephano,’ interrupted anoth
er king of the bravos—‘he is well enough
for me, and don’t want any one to meddle
in his business any more than I do in mine.’
‘Come, come,’ warbled out a little ma
donna-formed beauty, ‘we will have no
quarrelling to-night, so beware Senor Don
Jose, or I shall let Stephano into a little se
cret of yours; nay, nevCr frown man, I fear
you not.’
While she spoke, the Spaniard became
deadly pale, and involuntarily laid his hand
on the handle of his ready dagger; with an
effort he suppressed his rage, and answered
with a forced laugh, ‘ If it is vour w Mi Si; 1 11-
ora, I will not speak of I im again to-niulit,
but,’ and a grim smile passed over his coun
tenance, ‘ the time will come.’
iRIELEBGEVIUE, GEOROIAy TUESDAI 1 ORJJj >
. ’9 W '
CHAPTER Hi.
I “Be patient but ’till midnight,
Net all m re.idine.vs to strike the blow,
!’• .haps in a 1. w hours ; we have long waited
! lora hi lim<—that hour is on the dial.”
Steph >ii>> and bis comrade, after leaving
, the revellers, ptoceeded by various narrow
j lanes and through intricate turnings, until
j they sink truly emerged into the open space
of the Strada di Toledo oi Naples. The
night was dark and gloomy, an J well suited
the sanguinary purpose of these midnight
assassins. There was no light to be seen
lin the long still street, save where a solitary
j ray from lite lamp of some benighted aitisan
struggled forth from the half opened case
ment. Just as they left the shade of the
Cathedral tolled the solemn hour of mid
night——its hollow reverberations sounding
through its lofty cloisters like distant thmC
der. Crossing the broad street, the two
I Bravocs secreted tlreinsclves in a niche where
formerly la sto d he statue of some pa ron
saint, which pad fallen a sacrifice to the re
publican notions ol the French army, some
two or three years before the time of onr
story.
• A pretty night this, and a pretty- busi
ness, comrade Stephano, to be standing
here in this cursed hole, while our friends
are drinking our I ealth at II Carlito in the
best bino Greco in Naples.,
‘Santa Maria!’ exclaiming Stephano,
‘ why Carlo has forgotten the rewaid, and
turned coward now when our best job for
this six months is on hand ? What if they
are drinking our healths, there is many a
good bottle left yet in the stone vault—so
cheer up Carlo am! remember the ducats.,
Il s well enough mi capitano, lor young
Ca’sarco to promise us money that is now J
in Ins uncle's chest. For my part I‘d a
little rather have the gold beforehand, after :
the deed is done lie may denounce us as
murderers, mid then—,,
“And th;* 11,“ iiiturrnpted Stephano, “we
will serve himjust as we intend serving his ,
uncle to-night, send him on a a visit to the |
fishes in this handsom.v bay of ours, or '
throw a piece of lead in his body. No, no
depend upon it Carlo, the young spend-i
thrill has too much dread of St. Stephano j
to attempt to cheat him.,,
“ But are you sure Caesareo has bribed
his uncle's servant / that might be trouble
some ?„
“ Do not fear for that, good Carlo, we !
shall have but g to clash a blade or two, and j
i'll warrant the rascals will be off, and
then one blow will finish the old man's bu
siness, ami by tomorrow we are in possess- i
ion ol a thousand ducats.
‘ 1 Lal's all very well as 1 said before,
but you see, there is a report that old Cas
elli iris heard some strange stories about bis
nephew, an 1 has charged his will; in that
case I liar Senor Cmtareo will be a long i
lime in paying us for our trouble,,
‘ h ear not that, comrade, for the rascal
visited his unde this very day, and made '
the old man believe him a very angel. But
his! stand father back good Carlo, that
sounds like a party of the Shirri.and should
they catch a glimpse of us, old Cassellli ;
will yet sleep at home.,
He had hardly done Speaking before the
heavy tramp of iron shod heels told that the <
bravo was right; they passed on without
suspicions, and were >oon lost in darkness. !
CHAPTER IV.
“ Smile on—nor venture to unmask. I
Man’sheart, A view the hell that's there.’
A rit hly chased silver lamp was sttspen-|
ded from the arched ceiling—splendt d dam- I
ask curtains fell in heavy folds over the I
one deep window which lighted the apart-J
ment. Around the sides extended large
arabesque book cases ami over the gate w ;is '
suspended the full length portrait of a man ;
in military costtime, at his breart were the
brilliant stars ol several orders and on the ,
handle ol a rich inlaid dagger which lav at 1
his feet were seen inscribed the the words
Prince de Montegro,’ A table of ancient
form and skilful workmanship stood in the
centre of the apartment covered with pa
pers.
It was night, the curtains were drawn,
and the lamp shed its mellow light on the
countenance of two indh idtiajs seated by
the table. One of these a tail nobld look
ing man was attired in (he fadiion <ble mlli- j
tary undress of the day, and too nearly
resemided the figure whit h hung over him
io be mistaken for an instant. The other
was an old man apparently about seventy,
he was busily engaged in writing, but an
attentive observer“could not avoid remark
ing the almost fiendish expression of his
face as be occasionally fixed his malignant
gaze on the averted features of (lie Prince.
At length having folded and sealed the pa
per on which he was occupied, he suddenl,
addressed bis employer.
“ dlyoitr lliglmess condecend to sign
the deed now,” and he pushed his inkstand
'an I pen to the otcer side of the table. The
i Prince made no answer to the question, but
' with his forehead leaning on his baud seem
ed engaged in deep iirmght: again the old
man addressed him, and this time there was
a sharpness in bis tones that seemed to
grate upon the Prince s ear : he sprang up
from his seat and fixed Ids dark and pierc
ing eye full on the old man.
“ VV relcb, is it not enough that yon have
swindled me out of my wealth, ami made
me waste the lair property of mv lather, but
you must add the insolence of your base
tounge?”
“O ! well if your highness chooses to
to get in a rage,you must find some one else
to lend you money? And he rose and
gathering the papers whi< h were scattered
around prepared t > departs.
“ Stop,” said the Prince, and the old
usurer again took his seat, -‘ hand me the
deed and I will sign away the last foot ol
'and which remains of my once noble es
tate.”
“ Vour Highness may suityourselfabout
doing it now; there are mote nobles tian
yotirsed that would be glad to einbrace such
I reasonable terms,
O.tf H'< —<>)>>• tin;n irij- ffj~< ;• , jh g.
“Weil say no more my good Caselli,i
here's the deed, and now good niuht.“
“ Would your Highnes:- <5
“No, no, nothing more to-night; you
will fmd my valet < t h > door, be will show
you out..,
CHBPTER V.
“ But say on—
'.Vhat lias occurred some rash and sudden
broil 1
A cup too touch, a scuffle and a stab !
Mere things of every day I”
Again the bell of St. Marks told that a
nother hour had taken its flight ; not a
sound was to be heard in the deserted street,
ail Naples seemed to be buried in one deep
deep ; at this moment the door of the
Prince de Monlegro’s palace was quickly
opened, and the same old man issued forth
closely wrapped in the heavy folds of a
Spanid) mantilla and leaning upon the arm
of one of his servants, behind him came
three more, hastily descending the marble
steps, and proceeded at a rapid pace down
street.
“ Dost thou think, good Antonio,’ said
Caselli,addressing the man who walked
with him, “ there is any danger from these
straggling Carbonari, who are said to infest
our streets ?”
“ Tis said,’ answered the man, that nu
merous murders have been committed o:
late, hut the Sbirri are very watchful.’
During tbis’discourse the small pat ty had
reached ibe place where the two Bravos
were concealed, and Antonio had scarce!',
finished speaking when the torch which h<
carried was struck from his hand, and he
himself nearly thrown down by the atti c .
at the same instant Carlo plunged his stilet
to in the bosom of old Castelii who fell hea
vy to the ground : Antonio fled with the
other attendants, leaving a clear field to die
assassons; Caselli groaned and attempted
to rise but was met by the point of’Stepha
no’s dagger which pierced his heart, and
he rolled over a senseless corpse; lifting
the body, the two then proceeded to bear it
to the mole—a heavy plunge, a ripple a
gainsttiie wall, and all that remained of the
rich and miserly Caselli, rested beneath the
green waves of tne Adriatic.
From the Southern Literary Journal.
THE INFLUENCE OF MUSIC.
BV TOM TROTTER.
“ Many, for want of wit, shall sell their
freehold for tobacco, pipes and red petti
coats.”— The Pcnnyless Parliament tj
Thread-bare Poets.”— Har. Ms. 1 vol.
I came to this country just after the rev
olutionary war, and having some knowl
edge of accounts, was taken into the em
ploy of Messrs. R. S. tk. Co., importing
merchantsol Charleston. Mycliicl occu
pation was the collection of accounts, and
let me not be charged with vanity, when I
affirm that in this department I had no e
qual. The art was a genius in me—it fit
me as easily as the brogues I brought from
the old country, and lasted as long—even
unto ibis day ! I knew (he cut and ct.lor
of every maids coal—bis gait—the streets
and corners be frequented—his voice and
step in Hie dark—in a word, 1 was up to
my business, and manywere the dollars i
coaxed, frightened, or screwed out of that
class of hopeless humanity, “who live by
their wits” and are “ gentlemen in their
cloth.” I never was bafflled but once,
and that, too, by an admirable extempore li
ver.
Dick, or propt rly, Col. Dick Dashail,
was one ol your rau i ig, roi u ri: g, rakish
fellows, who kt paid his debts with dainincs,”
The credits, or as he called (hem, “ the
ticks,” lie contracted at the stores, were as
numerous as hi; drafts of wine per diem,
and these were not a few, nor in glasses not
so big as a (ailor’s thimble ; for Dick’s
“consumptions” were “ ale tubs” when he
sung “ Queen Dido.” “He couid des
patch” hi.- lour bottles at a sitting, without
concealing a drop in bis boots, (as many ol
.he “ callants of the time were olten com
pelled to do) and afterwards walk a crack
w ith a bumper in bis hand; and what is
more, no one suffered by liis immense
“ pottles,” but Messrs. R. S. &. Co. lie
was the very beau ideal of bacchant life,
and very like in feature and person to that
guest whom, we are told by a poem in 1(593.
“ Bacchus bad to his fi a-t.” 1 will let ibe
poet desciibeour hero:
“ I is nose u «is ruddy* <is I
And bending its the faucon's beene.
ills thin heire aluh; <hd sit.
Winch represents a woodcock’s wit;
et bald with all was Tnpsay found,
With eats side hanging like a hound.
If is eyes were fiery on each side,
His o'ouili was open gaping w ide,
JI is lippes great as a cable-rope,
liis teeth white as wash! insope.
I pon his cliiimc a wart did grow,
Baccho; thereby might well him know.
His leggs they w ere so crooked scene,
A yoked iiog might run between.
zVnd be e de c ibed is the gtie-t,
V\ inch Bacchus had unto iris feast.”
Dick, as a dunnee, far surpassed my op
posite pretensions ; ami with hi- large ar
qtiainlance of strategy, would have been
just the man to lead in the Seminole war.
Many Were the tricks he played before high
Heaven, to avoid the demand—“ Pray,
sir, can you let me have that?” I could
never utter more than “ Pray, sir,” whin
something would interrupt the completion
of the sentence. So often did this occur,
that my pride was enlisted to follow him ev
ery where, and dun him. I knew he was
a fighting character, apt! at first was a little
Jiy : but, after awhile, I became his shad
ow, yet never could 1 get farther than—
“ Pray, sir.” One morning 1 met him in
Broadstreel, and ;.s I was about to make a
demand, (fie waul swept away his handker
chief, and running as he should after it, I
lost sight of him in the crowd. Another
time, I saw him passing a gentleman wit!)
whom he had lately had an affair of honor.
True, there bad been a re onciliation, but
no good feeling existed between then).
Now, thought I, is my time—he surely will
not drop iii.-, Ii mdke r< hies again. I gained 1
upon him—my hand was almost touching
bis shoulder—my momh was nigber his ear
than the serpent’s to Eve's in the “ Pic- j
tare”—when Io ! —to my discomfiture, he !
addressed Irimseif to liis late anlagtmisi,;
with a confidi iilial manner,
that kept me at an unobtrusive distance,
la fine, J believe be would have shaken
hands with the devil, out of spite, or to baffle
me.
However, I was not to be outdone. God
created not the world in a day, nor could
Tom Trotter catc h this “ sharking parfi< i
pie” in a moment, liis twistings and tur
tdngs I thought to untwist and out-turn.
And I say my character—w ithout which ;tll
is trasli —was at stake. The honor of my
craft was c oncerned. He bad over-reached
me, and ah< ady cost me two or three pair
of Carolina boots, trotting after him. 1 be
came as vinri’u live as one “ Banished Lord”
m y our magazine, Alr. Editor, and deter
mined, dun him I would, even at the cost of
i broken lie..d.
I understood he was togive a wine.party
one evening, and selected it for the occasion
>t my triumph. As often, before, as I visit
d iris house, he would stand at the window
mil order his servant, in my bearing, to
’•ring me tins messagi—“ Simuiu the gen-
Icmau call to loan money, say 1 am at
home ; if for any other purpose, say I am
not.”
As I approached the house, I heard a
mi >hty uproar—a minglmg of all sortsol
msirumeut-;, aceompanying the sing us
“ Had ColumlJ i, happy land,” which a lew
sten orian voices were roaring out. Allbe
end of each verse, there would be tillered —
“ br<vo’’—“fine”—“ damn it, sir, gica .”
Wh it ibe singers came to the last verse,
lie company rose, and holding hands— or,
it the words ol Shakspeare, locking their
lily’ fitigeis one in one, as they stood around
the table,joined in die chorus; then sitting
down, they commenced a glee—
“ Very good song, very well song.
Jolly companions ev’ry one,” &c.
whirl) ended with a shout, and a rattling of
glasses and decanters.
Aher this clatter subsided, I rapped at
the door—the servant came—“ Is vour Mas
ter in.”—“ Your name, sir ?” 1 gave it.
“Tnen 1 will sec, sir,” was Iris impeul’meut
ans ver.
1 heard him deliver my address. “ Can’t
see him,,’ was the reply—“have companv.”
file servant vv;is returning. “Stop, bov,”
-aid Dick, and directly' there, was a wiri--
pei’iDg ar.simd the table, and now and then
a smothered laugh. “ Boy,” said Di> k,
elevating his voice—“ask him in.”
1 s.rewed my sell upto llic-dutmmg. point,
and entered.
“ Allow me,” sail! Dick, with the tilmosi
gravity, “ to ml rm luce io your acquaint a nee
my iastparable friend, i\lr. Tom Troller.”
He then rather forced than persuaded me
to sit on his right.
“ M ine, boy,” was the immediate order.
‘‘ Alt respects, Mr. Trotter.” Thank you
str, oi com'sc 1 I replied, at a time I wished
that the wine of my employers would choke
him.
“ We have been entertaining ourselves
witii > little mush —do you fancy ii, sir ?”
“ Yes, sir, 1 replied, .-idlingto him, and
preparing to put “ the question.” Tom,”
said he, addiess’ug one who wore a check
shu t—“ it is a cliarmmg influence.”
“ Charming,” exclaimed Tom—“ ol:, it
is like tiie voices of angels— music is in
urli’ idatc portiy— it is a divine art—it haii:
clra ms t<> —
1 heie bent towards Die!;, and to divert
me he continued the quotation—“ to soothe
the savage breast—and—and—?vlr. Trot
ter, who is the author of that line—Alilton
or Esop ?”
“ Neither, sir.”
“Ay ah, ah, ba—yes, sir,” he went on,
as he saw me compress my lips to utter (he
"or i, “ pray —“ yes, to sooth the sav’age
breast—it i music is (he food of love, as
they say m (he play—so give us Yankee
Do >dle.” Upon which the band struck up,
and 1 was silenced.
“Hohl, Di< k ordered. The music cea
sed, ami 1 wa- bending again, ami forsooth
the hard breathing- oi’ one, as jf afieeled
witii croup, whizzed in my car.. “Mr.
1 roller, ’ said this gentleman, with a face
as led as a lobster, and eyes squinting be
tween a skepingand awaking look—“"Wine
with you, sir.” I sipped. ' “ Alusie,” be
continued ; “ Mr. Tro ter,yon don’t know
its power—(lris horn”—as he whirled it
wit.rin a hair's bremiih ofbrenking my nose
—“is a noble one—i( can do any dring,
and will show how Handel, with it, imita
ted the hopping of f ogs and the buzzing ol
flies, m In- ‘L-ra.el in Egypt.’ And then
he blew a blast that Hand; I him.-clf rnmld
hear, k t him be wb- revc r lie may he in the
next world—it almost split my head.
“ That is not equal i o Froberger, Air.
i roitcr, ’ said anoiher liopeful, “ i.e leprc
sented m an .d'emand Count Thorn's es
cape over the Rhine by twenty eaiaraets
or fall.-, ’m notes, thtus—viz nH d here
the gentleman flourished on his clarionet,
.-vyry imwjmd then -tamping his feet, and
sniveling like a goat.
“ Fuat w as notliing,” said another to me
“ Ixixieuude explained the nature of the
planets on the harp.”
“ Poll,” exclaimed Tom, “ why Thom
son stole his poem from Vivaldi’s musical
description of the four seasons.”
“ The devil lie did ?”—inquired Bob, a
notorious wag—“l did’nt know that be
fore.” “ Music, Air. Trotter, afl'ordsother
pleasures be-ides these of imitation—yes,
I sir—yes, Mr. I rotter-—for instance were 1
, to strike yon with a stick on ibe head (he
1 blow would ever after be associated in your
, mind with the sound ‘ Whack !’ ' As
ociatimi, gentlemen, you have overlook
< d.
“ But tha t ccrtainlv would not be a plea-
I sure, sir”—l observed.
I “ Cer<ain'y not to you” lie repl’ed, with
a very suspicious leer-—“ understand me,
however, sir, as having reference to my
own pleasure— you know that one’s own
experience, or const iousnCss, is the rule
that governs ail in the study of metapliy
bit ! *
“Precisely,” said Dick-—“precisely,
x be sound' oi Air. Trotter’s voice, so musi
cal m ikelf, associate- in my mind one of
those iustrfiices, which will account for the
now lost iufiuem eof ancient music. It
occurred not far from where I am silting,
ibeie v»a» a man, 1 don’t say gentleman,
but a dtnmer—he was sly of soul, and en
larged iris month by dunning—for too much
talk wilt enlarge the mouth, you know—no 1
offence,” he continued, as lie bowed to the
table, “present company always except
ed.”
Damn him, fee antic i trUrTa Targe mouth.
“Ueli,” said Dick—‘‘this ilea—mark
me, gentleman—ibis flea, that skipped from
ifie congenial aide of Iris currish abode, to i
suck the gentle blood of such as vou ali ;
are, came to the bouse of a f iend of mine, ■
.ind was so charmed with the musicl.e there '
Heard, that he never thought of dunning at '
all, and went home and declared that he tie- i
ver w ould!” ;
“Wonderful!” exclaimed all—“ is it pos-!
sible!— wiiut do you think of that, Air.
Trotter?”
i was maddened, and boldly addressed
the master of these revels. “ But did he
bear, or could be hear?” For immediate- '
ly there was an iiiferuai jar of catgut, reeds j
and French horns; and, what vexed me j
most, wa- to behold Dick seemingly ravish- i
keeping lime with fii- legs and hands '
—turning up Ins eyes, ttnd u ’tiding assent |
to every tiling 1 said, when 1 knew I.e could I
not lieara word.; for 1 could not hear my- [
self. And litis burly burly was centiuued ,
until 1 resumed my seat.
Not to be outdone, I concealed my anger.
I feared that, unless 1 did so, these rioters
might make me fly out of the window with
out wings. 1 noted that tire musicians
played all the time I leaned towards Dick,
ami ceased when 1 resumed an erect posi- j
tian. So I thought 1 would outwit them. 1
and leaning forward, the music was again !
co., mi nced. Waiting in this attitude for
about t’u minutes, to punish a ghost-like
fellow who blew cue of the French horns
beside me, and in his effort was sweating
like tn eel on a gridiron, I at length drew
myself ba< k. The music, as usual, ceas-I
ed; and, then, with a sudden dart ofmv
bps to Dick’s ear, I had got as far as '■'Pray
s:r"— tv ben oil! this curse of all the milita
ry bamls I ever heard ia Charleston—this
French horn was blown in my ear by
the same lank creature whose exertions, 1
thought, had melted away bis strength if I
not Irislife. Upon which Dick exclaimed, I
rubbing his hands—“ Thank you, Air. Nail,!
I am indebted to you for that piano note.
It puts me in mind of Rossini. There is |
an anecdote cf him. “Boy, wine”—he !
continued, as he saw (he fixod intent in mv ■
‘•y es—‘■‘help yourself, Mr. Nail, Mr. Trot- |
ter will pledge.” He lied, I never told him
so; but 1 bad to sip my wine.
“Well, Rossini—silence that cackling
hen, lioy” —never the one did I hear.
“The earth must keep silence,” he went
o ; to Sriy, “when 1 speak of Rossini. Well,
he was slighted one night at Dresden by
the opera fashionables, ami resented it after
ibis f.tshimi—Bob,” said ire, “you are not
attending,” and he gavelrima wink.
“Well, for the next night lie composed
a brilliant overture. The audience were
now deliihted; they showed no disrespect
to this musical Napoleon! They were in
raptures! Not every instrument iiMl taken
its part; some were reserved for the grand
diapason of harmony for which Rossini is
so famous; this, however, was anticipated.
First the notes of one of the reserved in
struments would fall in—then thoseof ano
ther, and ol another, and so in succession,
um'd every instrument lent its melody to
flu-rich harmony of the orchestra, except
the octave flute. Every ear was fixed—
every eye sparkled—every hand lifted to
applaud—the sublime climax was about to
be made—the edge of tire sun to a benight
ed world was rising out of the mountains—
it beamed out gradually —it now showed its
genial face—nearly all of il-only the shrill
notes oi the sweet fife-octave was to come
—blit oh, Rosini, thou god of fantasy!—
just then the music ceased, when each artist
was seen to strike his instrument three times
on the sconce before him, in time to the
piercing “tuttle, tuttle, tattle,” of a fife!
“The effect on the audience was sublime
—it seemed as if’tliey had been turned to
stone, or as if the world had been silenced
with a stroke of the palsy.
“Before they had time to recover them
selves, or divine the motive of this pause,
the orchestra glided off into ncliarmmg air,
the beauties of which soon appeased the
feel ngs of those who might have been of
feiiih d. liiqrerceptibly it melted into the
original overture- —the same instruments
were again reserved, and then successively
were added, as the grand diapason was ap
proaching. The audience were more anx
ious than ever—the time had arrived
heiirts were swelling—eyes trlrtieritia—lips
quivering'—fair liearts were henving—while
arms were wavi ig in the dazzling liuht.-
But lo!—the music ceased, and then the or
chestra played something like a Scotch jig,
each artist, every now and then, rapping
his instrument on the sconce iiefore him.
lon woold see one of them rapping his
neighbor’s nose, while another would be
cro-»in t ; the how of the viobncello on the
neck of a flutist, whose head was bobbing
' p and down, like a Muscovy drake's.
Upon the whole, there never was such an
instance of so grotesque ami <1: oil ti concert,
or of so signal a revenge for an enraged ar
tist. True, he was put to flight, but be had
| shot the Parthian arrow.”
Glorious,” cried Bob—“ let’s have it,
; fie t' incu—a Lumper t> Rossini—tlurf,
j down with it—leave not a drop—fair, gen
tlemen—honor bright—turn down glasses,
1' S. s, i ;.z
\ V €>• ij j !■’F? sy. g.
Glorbus—oh, brave I.- ;’. |. : V( . '
that jg over—cetqe —lmz;,a—,,,, <<,
, And so they v.eiit ol it, p! y
knows what— such an omnium bruin rum f
never beheld. They rut evr ry at.th . af;d
uttered every sound. Sum-' were n Ring
anout the room, others w -re :tumbling evs r
the chair—some (eying to “ walk a <-i ack,”
while some were leaping over the iirble.
1 here were two of them, in their efforts to
embrace, pushing their lighted cigars into
one another’s faces. Here a corpulent ep>i
cure fay asleiji on his back while another
iiad made a pillow on Lis obese stomach,
and siing between bis Imcouglis—“ Here’s
a health to al! good lasses.” Another stood
with a foot on i itberchiiir, end hugged two
bottles most.afi’ei tionatcly, while a dapper
beau,jis l i( . pr aised the fair, xyus uncoiicious
of the claret mat tricLL d on liis silk knee
breeches. In short, all were drunk, if not
crazy.
“ Bravo, boys,” exclaimed Bob—“ clear
t!ie table—the (male—the finale!”
“ a he finale—the finale ! ’ sonae bawled,
while otlrers only hiccoughed, “ t|i°fin-a-le,
the—fin-a-le.”
“ Alount tiie fable,Dick,” continued Bob,
“ mount, my noble fellow-—-up with you !
then take the gentleman on your right”—
that was I.
Dick leapton the table, ami they were
wilder than ever. They first ran roimet the
table—then a towel-hearer and a wine
bearer approached Dicl.—one he'd a glass
ofwine lo his mouth, and while the other
was rubbing his stomach, the company
sung, “ See bow it goes dow n his gullet,”
uu'.il Dick drank tire w ine. Then every
instrument was sounded in discord, and
every'voice raised to its compass. Amidist
this tinearth'y racket, some of them would
touch Dick on various parts of bis body ami
bead. I, however, thought there was not
“ a keeping” in their madness, for they
touched, and did not strike Dick.
“Hunan.—hurrah,” —cried Bob—“ you
are iipmortal—leap over my bead”—upon
which Dick leapt as lie was bidden.
“ Vx Lo,” continued Bob, “ sat on you
right!”
“ Mr. Log Trotter,” was tire answer,
and all yelped, “ Air. Bog Troth r—well,
up with him on the table.”
I showed no wisn to do so ; I raised mv
x oi< e to its height, prirfestiug ; but it was
drowned in tiie universal shiml of “Ob,
he is a glorious fellow ; lie is up Yq tmv
thing.”
And now I wag placed on the table—
tire w’me-bearer, kc- came—and while I
wasstriigglmg to uvoit! a glass of raw bran
dy instead of wine, the scoundrels were
shiging" See bow it goes down bis gulk t.”
They were ferocious in their efforts to
please me. One would bawl in my ear;
another would ring it ; another would fil
lip my nose, until all commenced to beat
me snumily with thi ir instruments.
“ On" /okcA me, gentleman—only touch
me as vou did Dasha!,” 1 crie d.
This xvoiiin not do—making one desper
ate effort, I seized Bob by the hair, and in
teml'mg to drag him after me, leapt through
the window into the street. My fall was
not the most graceful—one knee intruded
itself into an old negree’s pan of j.otnto
poan while my foot had come in contarct
with sundry bottles of beer—“ Ky, ny
I god,” said tire old hag, “ Massa, let m*>
j crape rim ofi’in 'dis ere pan.” “ Fob,” said
J I, getting up with—not Bob’s Lair—but
: liis wig in my hand, I ran as fast as I could
! through the streets, for the first time in my
. life, not having an eye to my dunnees on the
' v a v.
The next morning I received a note
from Bob containing the amount cf Dick’s
bill, with a request that 1 would return his
wig and nt the same time assuring me that
I had overdone Rossiri’s jig, for that leap
ing out of a window and carrying offa gen
tleman’s wig was not part of its representa
tion.
A Revolutionary I eteran.— We had a con
versation yesterday, at the Planters, and Me
chanics’Bank, With one cf the heroes of tbo
revolution. Mr. Thomas Garrett of Sumter
District, need aged one hundred and five years,
and eight' months, who canre to tins < irv on
horseback, alone for the purpose of receiving
his pension. The old gentleman appears tabu
in possession ol all Ins faculties, answers ques
tions readily, and quite humorous in his conver
sation. He served for a considerable period
under Gen. Sumter, tire “Game Cock of tire
South,” as I.e termed him, and was profuse in
his praise of that brave and chivalrous com
mander. He was also at the battle of Fort
Moultrie, and at the siege of Savannah, at tbo
storming of the latter place, be stated that,
while viewing a -wounded fellow soldier, wl;<>
Jay among heaps of slain, the gallant Pulaski
rode up and remarked, “my brave fellow take
care, you are in a dangerous position,'’ to wliii h
Garrett made answer, “General, if you intend
to tic in a place of safety, I’il keep near von,”
Pulaski put spurs to his horse and rushed, into
the thickest of the figh*; but a few moments
only intervened, when Garrett saw the nob’'*
fall from liis horse, mortally wounded. M>
Garrett i'nfoi niyd ustlial his motlair aitaiuea ti-.tv
extraordinary nee of 120 ye;us, and Lis grand*
mother 115.-- -Clips. Cour.
A Touch of the Romantic.— The Nev;.
, York advertiser lias received a copy of the
j“Algem’.'ne Zeititng,” a newspaper pub
fished at Vienna, w Inch gives nn account of
the upsetting of a pleasure boat, by which
I the Princess Adelaide Sophia was preci
pitated into the water, and would have
j drowned if it had not been (or the exertions
of Mr. Bell, a y oung American gentleman,
son of Dr. Bell, of Charleston S. C., wb_-
happening to be near in another pleasure,
boat, iiTinx diately plunged into the river,
(without knowing the quality of thelad.v)
I and rescued her from a watery grave. He
j was tiie next day invited to the nepcriM
palace, v here be was presented by ti e
Princess herself with a brrust pin,
j with diamonds, and valued at (w enty
sand dollars, ‘ •