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Casimir, insensed beyond endurance at his words and

"Stand off!" he said, firmly. "Touch me at your peril!—I will bear anything but that !"

on a track by himself, leaving his companions to take || brute," said Pavel, coolly measuring his young master what course they could. The track led him through with his eye, and then turning it upon the gaunt limbs a low, tangled underwood, on whose branches the hoar- of the monster at his feet. frost was assuming that tint of purple grey which announces the immediate disappearance of the sun. Ob-manner, strode towards him with hand uplifted, as if jects were every moment growing more dim. He was about to give vent to his long-restrained malignity in on the point of retracing his steps, fearing lest he blows. Pavel drew back. should be benighted in the wood, when, from behind a bush, not ten yards off, two large burning eyes glared red at him. Casimir instantly levelled his rifle, and touched the trigger. The sharp snap which followed, telling that his piece had missed fire, was accompanied by a loud, savage yell. The animal, almost in the act of springing forward, turned suddenly round, as if to repel some attack from behind; and, immediately after, endeavouring to effect a retreat, rolled over, not far from Casimir, transfixed with a short spear, such as are used by the peasants on such occasions. Bounding over the thicket, a man now closed, and grappled with him. A brief but fierce struggle ensued, of which Casimir remained the passive spectator. At one mo ment he saw the beast on the point of triumphing over the man. Quick as thought he sprang to the spot; but, before he reached it, the wolf lay expiring at the feet of its opponent, whose shoulder was lacerated by the animal's teeth and claws.

It was a lone place. There, at least, they stood but as man to man the athletic peasant and the slender, effeminate-looking stripling; and should a struggle ensue, the issue could not be doubtful. Casimir felt this, and became proportionably infuriated. "Vassal!" he cried, suffocating with rage. "How dare you dog my steps? How dare you strike my game?"

At that instant several of the huntsmen broke through the copse. The young Count's eyes were withdrawn from Pavel for one moment. That moment was enough; when he turned to seize his victim, the latter was nowhere visible. An imprecation burst from Casimir's compressed lips. "You shall not always escape me thus!" he muttered, as he moved away to meet his party. "I'll make you pay for this to-morrow!"

The young men now declared it was time to leave the woods if they did not intend to take up their quar

Casimir, secretly goaded by the superior agility and presence of mind displayed by an inferior, was transported beyond himself when he recognised in that in-ters there for the night; and, making their way through ferior the object of his long-cherished animosity.

"How came you here? How dare you interrupt my sport? Who bid you strike that wolf? But you are the same insolent knave you ever were!"

"You would scarce have been a match for the

the underwood as they best could in the doubtful light,
at length reached the spot where sledges awaited them,
whose torches threw a red glare on the snow, as they
flitted over the plains towards the chateau.
(To be concluded in our next.)

INCIDENTS OF TRAVEL.

DESCENDING THE FIRST CATARACT OF THE
NILE.

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As we were strolling about, the Sheikh of the cataracts came to tell us that we could not descend WE left the classic isle of Philo about eleven, and them that day, but that we must wait till to-morin less than an hour pulled down to Mabatta, where row. This proceeding was, of course, quite intelliboats always stop to discharge their cargoes, which gible to us, as we had had sufficient experience in go by land to Asswan, in order to avoid the cata- Eastern customs to know that this was only one of Here we found a busy scene. Numbers of the thousand ways in which backshush (money) is boats, laden with different kinds of grain, lined the extorted out of travellers. The moment we offered bank; while piles of other merchandise, as dates, this, all obstacles to our going vanished; and soon coffee from Abyssinia, tamarinds from Kordofan, our boat was filled with the loungers from the shore, and coils of rope made of the palm tree, were and we were consigned to the protection of some spread out on the wide landing-place. Under thirty Nubian sailors, who sprang on board of us tents there were Turks, lazily puffing away at their amid the most terrific din. As more men than we tchibouques, surrounded by the cargoes of slaves wanted came on board, it was necessary to make they had brought from Dougola, and were taking || some selection, which the Sheikh promptly did by to Cairo. These slaves were all young, and mostly means of a koorbash or whip, which he laid about girls; and, as usual, we found them employed vari-him with such vigour that we were soon left with ous ways in preparing their food. Some were our complement. Twenty were ordered to take bruising the doorah (a coarse kind of grain) between || their places at the oars, and in a minute they were two stones; another party was kneading it into cakes, which a third was placing on the fire. They looked less miserable here than they did at Dougola; and, no doubt, relief from physical suffering, such as they endured in the desert, is sufficient to account for their improved appearance,

all seated, two to each oar; and, as we shoved off, the men all joined their voices to the sound of the darabookkeh or drum, and broke out into a loud song, which they continued as long as they pulled.

The day was calm, bright, and intensely hot; and the river lay about among the rocks like the

We first || moment became more and more energetic-and the anxious looks of the man at the helm, together with the fear that something might go wrong, and the hope that nothing would-made it one of the most exciting moments of my life; though, at the same time, I felt great delight in seeing how gallantly the old boat was conducted through it all. Not when I had taken my first leap, and shouted

bends and reaches of some placid lake. made for a narrow channel on our left, to avail ourselves of the current at its mouth, which we no sooner reached than in an instant our course was changed, and we were swept swiftly by some rocks right into the middle of the stream, and from that to the opposite side. Advantage was next taken of another current, that was not long in carrying us again to the middle of the stream, and consider-aloud as the brave animal that bore me sprang ably ahead of where we were before. Here we got among several small eddies that appeared to be drifting us back; for the men now raised their voices with all their might, and stretched away with such a will that we could feel our boat, clumsy and ill-suited as she was for pulling, bound beneath us at every stroke of the oars.

like a deer through the air-not when, after a long steady aim, during which I almost forgot to breathe for excitement, my first woodcock came tumbling head over heels to my feet-no, not then, nor ever before, did I feel anything like the almost petrifying excitement of this scene.

Sometimes the boat seemed to swerve, and would After pulling in this way for some time, we got for an instant appear to be making for the rocks into a wider part of the stream, that formed a kind before her; but a slight touch of the rudder would of basin into which a number of currents flowed, change her course again, and force her right on to all directing themselves to that part of the stream || the very white crest of the waters, down which she which again contracted itself, and where the pent-held her mad course with a velocity that seemed up water shot like a rapid to the ledge over which it tumbles to form the cataract.

Here evidently our boat was being guided through an intricate channel, for in a moment the pilot became all energy and animation, now screaming with all his might to the man at the helm, and enforcing what he said with the most violent gestures-now casting a quick glance from the bow of the boat, where he stood, into the deep water below, and from that to some marks or bearings by which he directed her dangerous course; and clad as he was in flowing white Turkish robes, ample turban, with a long white beard that reached low down his breast, and pouring out his unintelligible Arabic from the very stem of the boat where he stood, he seemed like some diviner, or prophet, that was lifting his voice with all his might, as if yet there was time to save us from the destruction to which we appeared to be fast hastening.

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There was a prolonged shout as the boatmen ceased pulling, which rose above the noise of the waters all round. The Sheikh's voice became more shrill, which was answered in perfect screams from the man at the helm. Everywhere there appeared noise and confusion, and, apparently, nothing like order anywhere; but everything was understood; and the boat, having great way on her, shot swiftly into the channel, that hurried her to the ledge. For a little there was silence-the silence of suspense; the sound of the oars ceased together with the song and the music of the darabookkeh, and every one appeared to be nerving himself for what was to come. One would have almost thought that the boat herself paused, which arose, no doubt, from the sudden stopping of the oars. If it was so, it was far less than a moment; for the rapid fairly || taking her, she was dragged over the ledge, and into the very middle of the boiling torrent, down which she soon began to dash with the speed of a racehorse.

The rapid descent-the foaming water, that she bounded through with a velocity far greater than that of the torrent, making it rise up her sides, and sending it in perfect seas over her bows-with the shrill voice and gestures of the pilot, that every

like lightning. It seemed to me that, if by the rarest guidance, we escaped from the ridges of rocks between which we were running, nothing could possibly save us, at the rate we were going, from running stem on to the steep rocks that lined, like a wall, the opposite side of the river, into which the cataract fell. This, too, was escaped by making a long sweep, which soon checked the boat's way; and by the time we reached the rocks, she was almost motionless.

In a minute or two more, all the danger, the noise, and the tumult, were forgotten; the oars were out again, and we were pulling in smooth water, where wild fowl sat pluming themselves in the sunshine; the sailors struck up the darabookkeh again, and resumed their song; and the old Sheikh of the cataracts had his pipe already lighted, and, in long-drawn sighs, was soothing his chafed spirits.

SCENE ON THE NILE.

We started from Esneh with a glorious breeze; and although we had taken in one of our sails, the old boat, nevertheless, went bowling along in fine style; and sometimes, when the wind freshened a little, she would scud along with her gunwale almost under water. As a fair wind is what is unceasingly prayed for, and is always made the most of by voyagers up the Nile, our present state of things was matter of rejoicing to all and sundry on board, excepting no less a person than our cook, in whom it only excited the liveliest disgust; and as he found his difficulties and perplexities increase with the breeze, apparently by way of consolation, he broke out into a running fire of the grimmest possible oaths, which he poured out not only on the winds and waters, but on the boat, the fire, his stewpans, the boat's crew, and, in short, on any person or thing that came in his way.

Certainly, the day had been a most disastrous one for him, who was anything but a sea-cook; for, ever since morning, misfortune had met him. His fire had been put out twice by the water, that fairly swamped his pots, and made a well of his oven; he had broken dish after dish,—for every time

the boat gave a lurch, away they were sure to go || codile-headed god Sarah, the presiding lord of to leeward, where more than once he himself Omhos. was sent bodily after them. All this, however, was SIOUT, THE CAPITAL OF UPPER EGYPT. too much for poor Senore Cuoco, as we used to call him; so he fairly gave in, winding up his day's When I ascended as high as the second range of work with the total destruction of that day's din- tombs in the lofty mountain that lies at the back ner, not forgetting some singularly rich soup that of Siout, as if to screen it from the great African he told us he was quite famed for concocting. In desert beyond, I set about examining the few truth, this soup was his chef-d'œuvre in the gas- sculptures that yet remain in them. The chief tronomic art; and he never could allude to it with-object worth observing is the representation of a out rolling up his eyes, uttering sundry exclama-group of armed men, bearing on their backs huge tions, and raising his hand warblingly, as if inti-shields that are of a Gothic shape above, but mating thereby that it was infinitely too good to be partaken of anywhere save in company with the dark-eyed houris of paradise. Ever since we left Cairo, he had been promising us this beatific broth; and his evil genius had induced him to select such a day as this in which to bring forth the glory of his art. The soup, alas! was destined to be food for fishes; and the awful desecration caused such deep distress to the now-wretched cook, that in his grief he burned up the rest of the dinner to such a state of cinder, that, for any use there was in it, it might as well have gone after||where I was, to look on the beautiful scene that lay the soup. beneath me.

The breeze continued all day, and we passed by the temple of Edfou, the most perfect in Egypt, at too good a pace to think of stopping even for it,

which we must leave till our return.

broad and square at the bottom, and large enough to protect the whole body. These sculptures bear about them all the vigour and life of those of the earlier dynasties; and as this is the only place where such enormous defensive armour is to be seen, no one ought to pass them by without a visit. The day was so glaring and cloudless, and the sun was shooting his mid-day beams right down in such mercilessly straight lines, and without allowing a morsel of shadow anywhere, that I gave up all idea of ascending higher, and rested

In the centre of a vast plain, many miles in extent, was the beautiful capital of Upper Egypt, with its numerous lofty minarets, rising gay, white, and glittering, in the almost kindling excess of During the night, I happened to awake, and light. The plain was like a great meadow, highly was delighted to learn, by the rushing sound at my cultivated, and dotted all over with numerous vil head, that we were still making our way through lages, over which drooped their graceful palms, the water, which we had hardly expected, as at with wide-spreading sycamore trees that looked night the navigation is here somewhat difficult. like oaks, in fields of every shade of green up to the After lying some time awake, I began to grow ripening yellow. Everywhere cattle were seen restless, and could not sleep; so I got up, and went feeding, or sheltering themselves from the heat on deck. We had now both sails set, as the wind under a neighbouring tree; and a long line of had gone down a good deal; and one of the boat- camels that I had been watching for some time men, that was placed by them for fear of a sudden before, and which proved to be a slave caravan squall, was singing in a low tone some melody of a from Darfoor, was now slowly entering the suburbs plaintive kind, such as they generally sing; and as of the town, and looked as if exhausted by their there was still a good breeze, our boat went away long journey. The superb old Nile came up right dancing over the little waves, that were every one through the centre of the valley, and, as he wound of them silvered by the beams of the bright moon his way in magnificent volumes, that kept ever above our heads. I stood enjoying the scene in a flashing in the sunlight, looked like some gigantic state between waking and sleeping; and turning to|| snake uncoiling itself in the sun; while on either the right bank, I saw that we were just then pass-side lofty ranges of hills rose like walls to protect ing some temple whose beautiful porch, and rows all this wondrous beauty from the fiend Desolaof stately pillars, looked pale as marble in the soft tion, the real Egyptian Typhon, that reigned in the moonlight. At first I was not sure that I was not deserts beyond. dreaming, for the whole scene-the temple, the dark background against which it stood, the moon, the river, and the boat-looked so like what one would love to dream about, that I laboured under something like a dread that I would awake, and that then the beautiful vision would pass away. I stood gazing on the scene till the majestic temple | grew smaller and smaller, and less distinct. When at last, a long way off, it appeared only something white, I returned to my cabin, and set myself to sleep; and when I awoke in the morning, I was not quite sure that the whole might not indeed have been a dream. The man who was at the helm, however, told me that the temple we passed in the|| night, when I was on deck, was the temple of Omhos, which I found to be dedicated to the cro

After descending from this sepulchre of the ancient Egyptians, we went to see the gay summer palace Ibrahim Pasha lived in when he was governor here, but which is now all in ruins; and then rode along the high causeway that leads across the valley from the mountain to the river, midway between which stands Siout. This causeway is intended to keep up the communication between the port, and various other places, and Siout, during the inundation, and has stood the full sweep of the Nile at its height for about three thousand years. It therefore deserves to be considered a gigantic effort of labour, and claims to be ranked with the Pyramids, unless judged of as a work of utility, when it may by some be thought to have pretensions even to a higher estimation,

The town itself is the busiest on the Nile; and [] ride there is most beautiful, being along an avenue many things-the mosques, the gardens, the occa- lined by rows of noble acacias, and which follows sional rich dresses that one comes across-all nearly the same course as the Nile, that flows combine to remind travellers of Cairo. The ba- quietly by on the left. The gardens are rather zaar is of great extent, and is always thronged precise and methodical, and, from the number of with people, whose varied looks and costumes give orange and lime trees, with the little variety of to it its chief attraction. This happening to be flowers, are more akin to a grove; but the gay market day, there was a greater gathering than greenness of the leaves, amid which glitter the usual. There were swarthy Nubians from above golden fruit, the grateful coolness under the abunthe cataracts, presiding over piles of dates, dant foliage that covers the trelliced work over nuts, sugar-cane, and various kinds of grain, and your head, with the deep green hedgerows of tempting us with the knives, spear-heads, and mingled bay-tree and myrtle that run along your other weapons that formed part of their miscella- || path, make it a most delightful place; and when, neous wares; there were whole rows of sable added to this, we reclined on the pasha's ample beauties, tricked out in all the finery of bracelets couch, in a beautiful kiosk, breathing the mingled and anklets, nose-rings and ear-rings, that sat be- perfume that came from flower and tree, and heard hind their goods, which consisted of little gaudy the low hum of the insects that drowsily floated mirrors, strings of glass beads, and such trifles, and around, with the plashing sound of the fountain gabbled away like so many crows; and all round near us, that sent its water in glittering drops high there were such various specimens of African hu- into the air, I almost believed it a scene of enchantmanity, of tribes with plaited hair, and with hairment, and would fain have clapped my hands for that was made to stand bolt upright on end, and of tribes that wore no hair at all, that one began to feel that for the future they would have as much right to be an authority on such matters as either Bruce or Mungo Park. In riding through the town, we found an active bustle every-carved fountains. Broad terraces of Italian marwhere pervading it: camels loading and unloading in narrow lanes through which passengers can with difficulty force their way; donkeys staggering along under heavy panniers; horses gaily caparisoned, with dashing Turks on their backs; and Turks that sit drowsily by pashas' doors, and sncer at the poor Arab fellah as he goes past under his weary load, and who is so wretched and poor because they are so dashing and gay.

the willing slaves of the place to appear. In the centre of the gardens is a noble temple that covers about an acre of ground, and surrounds a magnificent basin several feet deep, into which the clearest water is ever playing from the most curiously

ble, with rows of balustrades and pillars, and rich with fragrance of the rarest flowers, lead to kiosks and divans that are laid out in the most sumptuous fashion of Oriental luxury, and, from ornamental casements, look forth on the most varied and delicious views.

When leaving the gardens, we observed some stir at the door, where sat some few stern halfsoldier half-judicial-looking characters, and, on inquiring, found they were about to bastinado some poor wretch that had only that moment been brought before them, and was thus summarily disposed of. The proceeding was begun by two men rudely casting the culprit to the ground, and inserting his feet into what is called a fel-e-skeh, or staff, to which a chain is attached by both ends, which being turned tightly round the man's ankles as he lay on his belly, raised his bare soles, and kept them there rigidly fixed; while two men, armed each with a fierce thong of hippopotamus hide,

As we were leaving the town, we passed by a mosque with lofty minaret, from whose gallery a turbaned figure was calling, in loud and sonorous tones, to the busy swarms below, that now was the time to leave the world a while, and to come to prayer; but no one seemed to heed him. At the very gate of the city stands the governor's palace, looking like a small citadel, which, with the avenue of fine trees and bridge that leads to it, forms a very imposing group. After this we continued our ride along the causeway, which was planted with palms, sycamores (or wild fig-tree), and sweetly-began to lay on with all their might. The poor smelling jessamine, for two miles more, till we got back to our boat, which we found in the centre of quite a flotilla of such craft, whose flags showed them to be Austrian, French, and American.

A RIDE TO SCHOUBRA.

suffering Arab, who seemed to be long past the meridian of life, screamed and implored; and as the tears streamed down his sunburnt face, that was half hid by his disordered turban, I turned away, sickened at the sight. He appeared to me to be urging that he was innocent of what was Our morning rides in Cairo were delightful-the||imputed to him-he looked as if he was; and mornings were so cool and delicious, and such con- Heaven knows! maybe he was. His loud cries, trasts to the hot, dusty days. Everything looked however, soon ceased, and became bursting sobs fresh, cheerful, and gay; and the inhabitants then and groans; but lash followed lash until some looked energetic and bustling as those of a colder||hundreds were counted, when the poor man was climate, the voices of the various criers were louder cast loose, and, with the help of some by him, was and more musical, and the donkeys we rode trotted || enabled to crawl away from the scene of his sufaway of their own accord with a nimbleness that ferings. no amount of cuffing and goading would make him come up to a few hours after.

We were to go this morning to the gardens of Schoubra, where Mohammed Ali has a palace. The

It was long before this painful scene would leave my mind; and as I rode home, I thought that, in the delicious gardens, and in the scourged Arab at their gate, we had something like an epitome of

Egypt, where are only two classes-the high and the low-where the high glide along in the most pampered luxury and ostentation among shuffling swarms of the most abject and degraded beings.

and tears they have cost its people? Nor could I enter these or any other gardens in Egypt again without hearing the groans that every breeze would bring to my ears, or without seeing tearful faces looking out from among these retreats of luxury, that are raised at the expense of a nation's happi

Who can look on the works of Egypt, from
Cheops' Pyramid to Mohammed Ali's Mosque and
Canal, without thinking of the sighs, the groans,ness.

THE WORLD LIKE STREAM OF ROSENDREAM.

THE moon shone bright,

Her silv'ry light

Falling fair on the crystal stream,

Whose waters leapt

O'er stones that wept,

By the Castle of Rosendream.

A maiden fair,

The Lady Clare, Sat down beside

The silver tide,

That rippled and gurgled, danced and leapt,
So joyously over stones that wept.

She noticed how it danced and leapt,
She noticed how it falsely crept,

About the weeping stones;

And how, in truth, it sang and laughed,
Altho' with false and cunning craft
It utter'd sighs and moans.

BY T. WEBB.

And she thought that the world was like the stream That she saw 'neath the rocks of Rosendream;

That it ran its course in selfish glee;
That it cared not why or what might be
A creature's woe;

That now and then it would make believe
That it could sympathise and grieve.
But 'twas not so:

The world's great stream
As falsely crept,

And danced and leapt,
As Rosendream.

Then Clare saw how the stream was black,
Where darksome shadows, o'er it hov'ring,
Changed its hue;

And yet it was a silver track,

Where moonbeams bright, its waters cov'ring,
Fell like dew.

And she thought that the world was like the stream
That she saw 'neath the rocks of Rosendream;
That tho' where shaded it was black,
Where lighted was a silver track.

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FAREWELL.

"Parted "—" parted"-throbbing through me With a low, dull, dreamy pain; As of no real import to me,

Pulse your accents through my brain-
Sound your low, rich, full tones through me,
Never heard in love again.

How you lured me on in dreaming
You were evermore my own,

Is, oh fair dissembling seeming,

Well to both our memories known;

Will, with tears through far years streaming,
Haunt one thought, and one alone.

Still my heart, you saw, was trembling
With the wealth of love it bore;
Judged by mine, mine all resembling,
Yours, I thought, no masquing wore;
Was like mine--oh, all dissembling-
Truth through all its inmost core.
Blindly-blindly-all believing

With an utter faith in you,
Child-like I woo deceiving,

Child-like deem you must be true; Could I dream your web was weaving Round a heart no guile that knew?

Must I calmly, coldly meet you?

Must no old familiar word,
Rushing through my lips to greet you,
Ever-ever more be heard?-
As a very stranger treat you,

Who no pulse of mine has stirred?

Ah! that years, alas! could sever
Hearts in seeming once so true!
So that time could change us ever,
Was a thing I little knew;
Surely, deemed I, change could never
Thrust itself 'twixt me and you!
Would that I could then have known you
As I truly know you now,
Ere my sightless trust to own you,

Falseness as you are, knew how-
Ere the coming days had shown you,
Thing of change, as you are now!
Vain, I know, is all complaining;
Words, I know, are useless all-
Though in blood my heart were raining
All the tears that from me fall,
For the love there's no regaining,
For the peace without recall.
Pride was mine-all pride has left me;
Lingering love for you, forsworn,
Of the power to hate has reft me-
Reft me of the power to scorn.
Would that love but pride had left me!
Then with scorn your scorn had borne.

Heavily the gloom of sorrow

On my thoughts its sadness lays; Still new hope I yet may borrow-Bounding life for coming daysLight'ning me with every morrow

Of the grief that on me weighs.
Yet from doting has it turn'd me,

This vain bitter dream that's o'er-
This false fickle heart that's spurn'd me,
Spurn'd a heart such love that bore.
Wisdom I at least have earn'd me,
And I trust no woman more.

W. C. BENNETT.

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