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held his pulse for a moment, themreplaced the hand by nis side in silence. Il remember seeing the grass that he had plucked, dropping {rom the stiffening fingers. ‘ Lift the body into the carriage, and drive to Kildare- street, said the physician, addressing the servants. £ * ae ” *

Poor Mary Chadleigh was long held in ignorance of this, to her, overwhelming catastrophe. At length, however, it could be no longer concealed; and the re- velation was followed by a brain-fever, which first threatened her life, and then herreason. She recovered however, with a mind unimpared, though with a shatter- ed constitution, With her younger brother and her chilé, the youthful widow found an asylum for years in England, until the death of Sir Arthur put her in, pos- session of the fortune which his will could not control.

One circumstance connected with the history of Jen- nings’ fate, however, never reached herear. Ihadtaken care to procure, though not without considerable diffi- culty at starting, the fullest evidence of the marriage, and afterwards learned, from the younger brother, whose return had, perhaps, precipitated the catastrophe, a cir- cumstance which accounted for what had, for a time, appeared to me the gratuitous villany of Jennings, in himself of denying, and suborning others to deny, a marriage, whose existence was necessary to protect Miss Chadleigh from the agonizing degradation, the appalling ruin, with which she had been so imminently, though unconsciouly, threatened. Jennings, it seemed, had actually married a woman of very equivocal rank, and more than equivocal character, in India. ‘There were -circumstances, which made the validity of this marriage doubtful, and the woman herself had left him, and fermed a vicious connection there; so that he had regarded the marriage as dissolved by mutual consent, and never reckoned upon the remote contingency otf her tarning up, by any accident. By a iatal coincidence, however, it happened, that ef the few individuals who knew of this connexion, his intimate and confidental friend, Captain Chadieigh, had been one. His suppos- ed death had, however, quieted those alarms, which would have precluded the moral possibility of Jennings’ hazarding the audacious step which ended so fatally for himself, and the unexpected and impending return of Uhadjeigh was the first event which recalled the reck- jess-and unprincipled man toa sense of his actual posi- tion. Hew often is crime unavailing for its meditated purpese, and efiective only for the ruin ef him who plans it. While Jennings was stoutly denying his mar- riage with Mary Chadleigh, to avoid the fancied danger ofa prosecution, the poor young lady’s brother was bringing with him tidings of the death (long previous to his marriage with Miss Chadleigh) of the woman, whose claim upen his hand had driven him to the selfish and desperate expedient of denying bis union with the too-confiding creature whom his ardent and impetuous pursuit had won to life-long sorrow. Yet I have lived ¢o see the offspring of this inauspicious marriage—Arthur Chadleigh, a member of parliament, and the sole inher- ator of the great Chadleigh estates in Ireland.

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Ortein or “ rHE Marsemcaise.”—M. de Lamartine, rn his Histoire des Girondins, just published in Paris, gives the following a¢count of the origin of the French national air—* The Marseillaise ?

‘In the garrison of Strasburg was quartered a young artillery otficer, named Rouget de Lisle, a native of Louis de Salnier,in the Jura, He had a great taste for music and poetry, and often entertained his comrades during their Jong and tedious hours in the garden. Sought afier for his masical and poetical talent, he was a frequent and familiar guest at the house of one Diet- rich, an Alsatian’ patriot, mayor of Strasburg. The winter of 1702 was a period of great scarcity at Stras- burg. ‘The house of Dietrich was poor, his table was frugal, but a seat was always epen to Rouget de Lisle. ne day there was nothiug but bread and some slices of smoked ham on the table. Dietrich, regarding the young Officer, said to him, with sad serenity: ‘ Abund- ance fails at our, boards; but what matters that if enthu- siasm fails not at our civic fetes, nor courage in the hearts of our soldiers? 1 have stilla last bottle of wine inmy cellar,, Bring it, said he to one of his daughters,

‘and let us drink France and Liberty! Strasburg should |

have its patriotic solemnity... De Lisle must draw from

these last drops one of those hymns whieh raise the |

soul of the people.’

The wine was brought and drank ; after which the officer departed. The night was cold. De Lisle was thoughtful. His heart was moved, his head heated. He returned staggering to his solitary room, and slowly sought inspiration sometimes in the fervor of his citizen soul, and anon on the keys of his instrument, composing now the air before the words, and then the words before the air. THe sung all and wrote nothing, and at last exhausted, fell asleep with his head resting on his in- strument, end awoke not till day-break, The music of the night returned to his mind Jike fhe impression of a dream. He wrote it, and ranto Deitrich, whom he

found in the garden digging winter lettuces. The wife and daughters of the old man were not up. Deitrich

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The surgeon kneeled-down beside him, placed his|as himself for musie, and able to execute the composi- hand over.the dead man’s: heart, raised his arm, and tion of De Disle.

At the first stanza cheeks grew pale ; at the second tears flowed; and at last the delirium of enthusiasm burst. forth. ‘The wife of Deitrich, his daughters, himself, and the young officer, threw them- selves, crying, into each other’s arms, ‘Te hyimn of the country was found. Executed some days afterwards in Strasburg, the new song flew from city to city, and was played by all the popular orchestras. Marseilles adopt- ed it te be sung at the commencement of the sittings of the clubs;.and the Marsellaises spread it through ‘France; singing it along the public roads, From this came the name of * Marsellaise.’’

Hesrew Musictans.—I speak not of the past, though were | to enter into the history of the lords of melody, you would find it in the annals of Hebrew genius. But at this moment even musical Europe is ours. ‘There is not a company of singers—not an orchestra in a single capital—that are not crowded with our children under tne feigned name which they adopt to conciliate the dark aversion which your posterity wil] some day dis- claim with shame and disgust. Almost every great composer, skilled musician, almost every voice that ravishes you with its transporting strains, spring from our tribes. The catalogue is too vast to enumerate—too illustrious to dwell for a moment on secondary hands however eminent.—Enough for us that the three crea- tive minds to whose exquisite inventions all nations at this moment yield—Rossini, Meperbeer, Mendelssoh— are of Hebrew race; and little do your men of fashion, your ‘ Muscadians’ of Paris, and your dandies of London, as they thrill into rapture at the \notes of a Pasta or Grisi; little do they suspect that they are offering their homage to the sweet singers of Israe]!—Coningsby.

Errecr or Music.—Major Denham, when in Africa, exhibited a musical snuff-box to the Sheik of Bornon, who was greatly astonished, and exclaimed several times, ‘ Wonderful, wonderful” His feelings were completely overcome by the sweetness of a popular Swiss air. He covered his face with his hand, and re- mained silent; and a man near him breaking the charm with aloud exclamation, he struck him a blow, which made all his followers tremble, He asked ‘If one twice as large would not be better.” The reply was, ‘ Yes, but it would be twice as dear.’ He exclaimed, ‘It would be cheap if it cost a thousand dollars.’

SCOLDING MATCH EXTRAORDINARY, — O’CONNELL AND ‘THE WIDOW.

In Madden’s ‘Revelations of Ireland’ we find a whimsical account of a scolding matel between the late Mr. O’Connell, then a young man just called to the bar, and one Biddy Moriorty, an ancient widow, who kept a huxter’s stall in one of the quays nearly opposite the Four Courts, and whose powers of abuse were notori- ous from one end of Dublin to the other. ‘The linqual duella was the result of a wager, Mr. O'Connell backing himself to outscold and silence the virago. The result is thus described ;--

was the owner herself, superintending the scale of her small wares-—-a few loungers and ragged idlers were hanging round her stall, for Biddy was a ‘ character,’ and in her way, was one of the sights of Dublin.

O’Connell was very confident of success. He had Jaid an ingenious plan for overcoming her, and, with all the anxiety ofan ardent experimentalist, waited to put it into practice. He resolved to open the attack. At this time, O’Connell’s own party, and the loungers about the place formed an audience quite sufficient to rouse Mrs. Moriorty, on public provocation, to a due exhibition of her powers. attack :—

‘ What's the price of this walking-stick, Mrs. What’s- your Name?

‘ Moriorty, Sir, is my name, and a good one it is; and what have you to say agen it? and one-and sixpence’s the price of the stick. ‘Troth, it’s chape as dirt, so it 3.

‘One and-sixpence for a walking stick; whew! why, you are no better than an impostor, to ask eighteen pence for what cost you two pence.’

‘Two pence your grandmother,’ replied Mrs. Biddy ; ‘do you mane that it’s chating the people | am ? impos- ter indeed

‘ Ay, imposter; and it’s that 1 call you to your teeth,’ rejoined O’Connell.

‘Come, cut your stick, you cantankerous jackanapes.’

‘Keep a civil tongue in your head, you old diujonal,’ ‘cried O'Connell calmly.

‘Stop ‘your jaw, you pug-nosed badger; or by this and that, cried Mrs, Moriorty, ‘ll make you go quick- er nor you came.’

‘Don’t be ina passion, my old radius—anger wil) only wrinkle your beauty.’

The party adjourned to the huxter’s stall, and there)

O’Connell commenced the}

327 key like you pick enough of common christian dacencv to hide your Kerry brogue ?’ ,

‘Easy, now—easy, now,’ cried O'Connell, with im- pertureable good humour, ‘don’t choke yourself with fine language, you old whiskey-drinking parallelogram’

‘What’s that you call me, you murderin’ villain” roared Mrs. Moriorty, stung into fury.

‘Il call you,’ answered O’Connell, ‘a parallelograin ; anda J)ublin Judge and Jury will say thatit’s no libel to call you so.’

‘Oh, tare-an-ouns! oh, holly Biddy! that an honest woman like me should be called a parrybellygrum to her face! I’m none of your parrybelly grums, you rascally pomp tees you cowardly, sneaking, platelickin’ blig- gard!

‘Oh, not you, indeed” retorted O’Connell ; ‘ why, I suppose you'll deny that you keep a Aypothenuse in your house.’

‘It’s a lie for you, you b~-y robber; I never had such a thing in my house, you swindling thief.’

‘Why, sure all the neighbours know very well that you keep not only a hypothenuse, bnt that you have two diameters locked up in your garret, and that you go out to walk with them every Sunday, you heartless old heptagon.’

‘Oh, hear that, ye saints of glory! Oh, there’s bad anguage from a fellow that wants to pass for a jintle- man. May the devil fly away with you you micher from Munster, and make celery sauce of your rotten limbs, you mealy-mouthed tub of guts.’

‘ Ah, can’t deny the charge, you miserable submulli- ple of a duplicate ratio,

‘Go, rinse your mouth in the Liffey, you nasty tickle- pitcher; after all the bad words you speak, it ought to be filthier than your face, you dirty chicken of Bellze- bub.’ . ‘Rinse your own mouth, you wicked-minded old polygon—to the deuce | pitch’ you, you blustering inter- section of a st—ng superficies ?

‘You saucy tinker’s apprentice, if you con't hold your jaw, [’1’——but here she ‘gasped for breath, unable to hawk up any more words, for the last volly of O’Connel! had knocked the wind out of her.

‘While I have a tongue, I'll abuse you, you most inimitable periphery. Look. at her boys! there she 'stands—a convicted perpendicular in petticoats ! There's contamination in her circumference, and she trembjes with guilt down to the extremities of her corollarics. Ah! so you’re found out, you rectilineal antecedent and, equiangular old hag! *Tis with you the devil will fiy away, you porter swiping similitude of the bisection of a vorlex.’

Overwhelmed with this torrent of language, Mrs, Mori- orty wes silenced, Catching a saucepan, she was aini- ing at O’Connell’s head, when he very prudently made a timely retreat.

‘You have won the wager, O’Connell, here’s your bet,’ cried the gentleman who proposed the contest.

‘O’Connell knew we!! the use of sound in the vitu- peration; and, having to deal with and ignorant scolc, determined to overcome her in volubility, by using a)! the sesquipedalia verba which occur in Buclid. With these, anda few significant epithets, anda scofiing, ‘impudent demeanour, he had, for once, imposed silence

‘on Biddy Moriorty

CHEESE versus CANNON SHOT.

The greatest annihilation that we have heard of lately, was used by the celebrated Commodore Coe, 0: the Montevidean navy, who, in an engagement with Admiral Brown of the Buenos Ayrean service, firec every shot from his lockers.

‘What shall we do, sir ? asked the first lieutenant ; ‘we've not a single shot aboard—round, grape, canister, and double-headed, are all gone.’

‘Powder gone, eh? asked Coe.

‘No, sir-—got lots of that yet.’

‘We had avery hard cheese—a round Dutch one— for desert at dinner to-day, do you remember it, said Coe.

‘I ought to—I broke the carving knife in trying to cut through it, sir.’

‘ Are there any more aboard :”

‘ About two dozen—we took ’em from a drover.’

‘ Will they go into the 18-pounders ?’

‘ By thunder, Commodore, but that’s the idea, Ili try em, cried the first Juff,

‘And ina few minutes the. fire of old Santa Mane, (Coe’s ship) which had ceased entirely, was re-openec, and Admiral Brown found more shot flyisg over lus head. Directly one of them struck the mainuast, anu as it did so shattered and flew in every direction,

‘What the devil is that which the enemy is firiag"’ asked Brown,—but nobedy could tell.’

Directly another came in through.a port and hilied two men who stood near him; then, striking the oppos.ce bulwarks, burst into flinters,

‘By the hokey, ifyou say another word of impudence, I'd tan your dirty hide you bastely common scrub ; and sorry I’d be to soil my fists upon your carcase.’ '

‘Whew ! boys, what a passion oid Biddy is in; I protest as ] am a gentleman—,’

‘Jintleman! jintleman! the I:kes of you a jintleman!, Wisha, by gor, that bangs Banagher. Why, you pota-|

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avake them end calied in some fiends, all as passionate

to-faced pippin sneezer, when did 3 Madagascar mon- ,

‘By Jove, this is too much; this is some new-fangiec paixhan or other—I don’t like em at all ? cried Brown: and then as four or five more of them came 6.) throngh his sails, he gave the» order to fill aways a@< actually backed out of the fight, receiving @ parting broadside ef Dutch cheeses.

This is an a¢tual’ fact, our informant was the sie} lieutenant of Coe’s ship.—.2ristecratic Weider.

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