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“ Meanwhile, permit me, madam,” said I, “to, husband, who was the man of her choice, and of all offer you a part of my plaid.”

persons best suited to her; but she was troubled with “Oh, no," she replied, “I am not cold;" but as, a presentiment, and could nct make up her mind to without cermony, I threw a portion of it round her, leave me, because, as she afirmed in the agony of grief, she made no objection. Presently the maid came with we were never to meet again. her own cloak, which was not nearly so thick as mine. “Well, they set out, and by degrees my tears were

" That,” said I, “will by no means be sufficient dried, and I returned to my usual occupations-now to protect you.”

scarcely pleasing, as they were not pursued in comShe said it would do for the present; and, seating pany with her. We, of course, promised to write to ourselves, we resumed our conversation. Several | each other, and places in Switzerland were mentioned foreigners now came and took their places beside us, where I was to direct poste restante. complaining of being very qualmish, as the wind blew “One night, when autumn was fast degenerating now rather vigorously, and the steamer rolled and into winter, and the chill whistling wind went sighing pitched a good deal. Some of them wished to en- and moaning through the rooms of the old house, I gage us in conversation, but we declined, and stuck Lad sat up late to write to Julia. The harp on which to our English, which was heathen Greek to them. she used to play stood before me-a little writing-case

she had given me at parting lay open on the table

her maiden card-case, her little ivory paper-knife, and GHOST STORY.

her miniature, which I had opeued to look at, lay There is a state of stomach at sea wliich renders there also. I wrote and wrote, and the night wure people as silent as trappists; and shall I confess it ? | on, till, by the clock, it was near morning. You know --in spite of the agreeableness of my neighbour, I what a woman's heart is when it is deeply moredfelt the inroads of this hideous seusation, and fancied when it would gladly pour itself out all into the paper I was going to get exceedingly unromantic. It then before it !-I could not say half I thought: my pen struck me, that, amused by hier conversation, I had for- | seemed stubborn, and language itself reluctant to obey gotten to dine. I immediately explained my situation. my will. 0! how different had it becn when, face to When the thing was mentioned, she likewise felt fuce, side by side, with arms about each other's neck, hungry; so we descended and ordered supper, and we had, in days gone by, sat in that room, and disclosed having eaten very heartily, returned to the deck. 1 all our souls to each other! In the anguish of the found myself a very different person now, having de moment, I exclaimed, 'Ali

, Julia! Julia!' voured I know not how much of a large fowl, and “At that moment I heard a rustling, as of a silk drunk several glasses of stout. My companion had dress, at the end of the rooin towards the chapel, which likewise played her part very well, so that we were lay in thick obscurity, the light from the Inmp on my both in much better spirits than before.

table not reaching so far. I started, and looked in I dare say you have often noticed that a cold clear that direction, and fancied I could perceire through night-when the big stars, though brilliant, look un- the gloom a human figure, rising, as it were, out of congenial, and the wind blows about you as if it meant the floor, and advancing slowly towarıls me! On to quarrel-you have no doubt noticed, I say, that and on it came till I knew it-it was that of Julia. such a night inspires dreary thoughts. My friend, 'Oh, my God!' I cried, “what happy chance lias brought Mrs. F- for she had now told me her name, felt you back ?' and I was about to rise from my chair, and the full influence of the night. It awakened in her rush towards my sister, when she waved her hand, as mind old associations,

though she meant me to remain seated. And, indeed, " You are probably," said she, “no believer in I could not but obey her; for now my whole frame ghosts. No matter. I will tell you a story, which, trembled, and my limbs refused to support me. properly speaking, is not yet concluded. But you be- “Still Julia did not speak, por could I myself for hold the working-out of one part of the plot; and, some moments muster up courage to do so. Mis eres when you return from the East, may perhaps sec thie were fixed upon the figure; every function of life in end of it."

me seemed to have been absorbed in sight. I knew Her words were prophetic; I did see the end of it, it was a spirit! At length, overmastering my fears, I and a sad and sorrowful end it was. But let me not exclaimed, 'dearest sister, come to me.' anticipate.

" At my words her garments seemed to be converted “I was born,” said Mrs. F -,"in the north of into mist, and melted away from about her, leaving her England, where my father, an old baronet, is still living. glorious forna still more radiant and glorious than ever Our house was in size a castle, very old-fashioned, full naked before me. I now discovered wings manting of small rooms, corridors, narrow staircases, up and over the shoulders, while a wreath of quiverirg light down passages, and odd nooks of all kinds. It had played about her forehead. Words cannot express my likewise a chapel in it, and near this chapel lay my sensations at that moment. I was not afraid I felt bed-room, with a long narrow sitting-room attached to myself transported into the invisible world; I stood it, in which I used frequently to sing and play by my. | face to face with a disembodied spirit, and yet lore self. I had a sister-an only sister-who, at the time was uppermost in my nature; I yearned to embrace to which I refer, was just married, and had gone to my sister, but some mysterious fear beld me chained to Switzerland on her wedding-tour. She was one year the chair on which I sat. older than myself, and we had loved each other as “I laid down the pen, which I had previously held sisters only can love. At parting, she pressed me to in my hand, and, taking up the miniature, turned its her breast, and cried as though her heart would break; || face towards her, and said—Julia, by this face I not that she feared to traverse the world with her conjure you to approach me.'

"The spectre advanced a few paces, and said, I striking ideas, her mind was forcibly turned away in a •Where I am, Fanny, you must shortly be.

You different direction. Perceiving this, I began to talk of will go through all I have gone through. You will the Nile--of the desert—of the ruined temples, palove; you will descend towards the sun ; you will pass | laces, and tombs, found in Egypt and Nubia; and in through the portals of the great deep; and you will this way so far kindled her imagination, that she exthen find yourself beside me for ever in paradise !" pressed several times an earnest wish that she could

“The figure then retreated towards the wall dividing | persuade her husband to accompany me. my chamber from the chapel. The wall opened, and “I should be happy then,” she exclaimed, “espethe vision passed through it-no longer dim and cially among the tombs.” obscure, but in a blaze of light--and I saw the soul Her teeth at length began to chatter, and I strove of Julia shoot upwards through the roof towards to persuade her to go down into the cabin. But she heaven.

would not listen to it. It was evident she feared to “And was not this,” inquired Mrs. F.-, look- be left alone with her own thoughts. Again and ing earnestly in my face, "a very extraordinary thing?" || again I dwelt upon my anticipations of the desert,

“It was, madam, if you did not dream it.” and on all the interesting things I expected to behold.

"Well, that was the explanation I should have Most of the foreigners had now been driven below by given myself, but that I was writing when it com- the chill of the night, and I would myself have gladly menced, and found myself perfectly awake at its con- followed their example, but that Mrs. F must, in clusion. However, that was not all. Next day we that case, have been left almost alone on deck. I had been out riding in the park, my father and I, therefore proposed we should walk to and fro, and, and on our return I ascended for a moment to my bed | finding she had no objection to smoke, lighted a cigar. room. The door was locked outside. I opened it, | She was a very interesting, and, in some respects, a and went in, and there saw Julia, with her elbow very superior woman; yet I would not have lived with leaning on the window seat, and her left hand sup.! her for the world. She would have driven me to porting her head. In her right hand she held a crucifix, commit suicide. I could compare the turn of her from which, however, her eyes were averted. They | mind to nothing so aptly as to the occupations of a were indeed fixed upon the sky. As I advanced, she grave digger. She seemed to be always among the melted into thin air, and the chair remained empty. 1 spoils of mortality-collins, vaults, ghosts, the loss of Again, two niglits after, I was asleep in bed. A long loved friends, the presentiment of future losses—these wax taper had been left burning on a table beside me; were her topics ; yet she was young, and something as, indeed, I began to be afraid to be left alone in the more than pretty. Her health seemed good, her hus. dark. A cold, clammy hand placed upon my face band loved her, and all that she could desire from áwoke me—and Julia stood by my bedside! She fortune she possessed. What did she then need to bared her boson, and I saw a stream of blood trickling render her happy? Health of mind! There was a down from her left breast. I shrieked with terror, | malady in her soul; and I may as well state here low so that I awoke niy maid, who slept in the next room. her pilgrimage terminated. She went, as she exIt was Ann, whom you just now saw bring me my pected, to Naples, and thence, after a short stay, to cleak. The poor girl came running into the room,

Palermo. Here, being one day out with her husto inquire what was the matter. I said, “there is band in a boat, at the foot of the Monte Pellegrino, my sister-look! she is standing beside you. Touch a borasco overtook them. The boat was upset, and her. Is she living or dead!'

Mrs. F--- was drowned. On my return from Egypt, Dear mistress, you are distracted,' said the giil, I saw her tomb, erected to her memory by her husband, 'there is nothing here but you and me:

who, having recovered his healih in Sicily, still, I “ No, Ann,' cried I, “I see her distinctly. Stretch believe, survives—a jolly, country gentleman, and out your left hand-you cannot fail to touch her.' most likely a Protectionist. Poor Mrs. Flies

“ Julia then glided out of the room noiselessly, and on a sunny slope, south of Palermo. A little cypress we were left alone.

tree stands at her feet, and another at her head; and, “Come into bed with me, dear Ann,' said I, when I visited the spot, abundant roses were flower'this is the third time I have seen her. I must telling around her grave. The remembrance of this my father. I shall

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mad else.'

night then came over me powerfully, and I went away "Next morning's post brought us a letter from the depressed and melancholy. If I may say it without Grisons. It was fron Julia's husband, and surrounded | impiety, I think she deserved a better fate; and would, with a deep black border. Julia was dead. In climb- most likely, have been a cheerful and happy woman at ing one of the mountains, her foot had slipped, and this moment, bad those around her known how to she had been precipitated down a lofty cliff. lier “minister to a mind diseased." husband was inconsolable. He never returned to England; but, going out to India, there, in a few months, fell a victim to the climate. I have never since seen Julia's ghost. But I am going to my own Most persons have spent a night at sea, and seen grave; and my husband, though sickly and feeble, the sun rise over the waves.

I have done so frewill bury me, and carry back the sad news to my quently; but have seldom, perhaps, enjoyed my sensafather.”

tions more than on the occasion in question. There I tried to drive the idea out of her head; but it are words, I dare say, in our language, which would was to no purpose. She had become reconciled to it, || describe the noise made by the rush of a steamer and took, consequently, but little interest in the affairs || through the waves, when they break violently against of this world, except when, by a succession of new and Iļ its prow, run rippling along its sides, and there melt

CHAPTER XXVIII.

DAWN AT SEA.

away into the white foamy wake which it leaves be- ferent directions, never more to meet in this world. Yet, hind it. I went with Mrs. F- by my side, and perhaps, they do not mutually forget. There are those leaned over the bulwark, where the spray now and who, seen but as it were for a moment, still in that then sprinkled our faces. What motion, what vitality! short space of time make an impression which no series What restless energy seemed to be in those cold waves, of years can obliterate. In the course of your future which, dull and inorganic as they were, had gone on | life their faces come again and again before the mind's rolling about the earth since the creation-indestruc-eye, smiling and fascinating as of yore ; and you cantible, eternal—while I, who then looked upon them, not, whatever efforts you may make, dismiss them. should pass away, God knows whither. We leave no As I sat by my lonely fire, throwing fresh logs upon token of our existence upon the carth. Life comes it from time to time, and lighting one cigar after anoand goes, and ebbs and flows, and disappears, and is for-ther, I indulged in speculations, somewhat profitless, gotten. We seem made for the world, not the world you will say, on the character

, callings, and prospects for us. A certain number of days and nights passing of the other inmates of the house. Who were ther? over us in succession exhausts our vitality, and we What were they? Was there any one within its ample are absorbed in the universal scheme of things, out of walls who, like me, was sitting down solitary by the which we arose. The elements have no compassion fire, yearning for companionship? on us, and yet we are all in all to each other-a I opened my carpet-bag, and, taking out "Paradise smile, a word, a pressure of the hand. These, slight Lost,” made a desperate attempt to read. It would as they are, and intinitely fleeting, are suflicient to fill not do. There was nothing epic in my temper that our souls with emotion, and give rise to thoughts, evening. Had the “Thousand and One Nights” been which, if our very essence perish not, will not them- within reach, I might have become absorbed in them, selves perish to all eternity.

might have dropped into the valley of diamonds with I was looking out upon the sea, and into the star- | Sindbad, or laughed with Zobeidé and her sisters, or bedropped sky, when a faint pale ilush appeared, just descended with the young man and his mistress into on the horizon's verge towards the east. Extending the subterranean apartment where they were consumed right and left, it ran like a luminous thread just where to ashes, or shed delicious tears with Shemselrehar, or the ocean's margin touched the overhanging firma- wandered over the Blue Sea with Unce El Woojood. ment. A sense of extreme pleasure came over me. I had left the book at home; though it would have I seemed to be watching the process of creation, and been the best of all companions up the Nile, and on was, indeed, present at the birth of day. Soon the the way thither. I now deeply felt the loss of it. It light became stronger, warmer, more prolific, calling is of all books the best for a melancholy hour, when into being innumerable objects around, which to the you are more dreaming than waking, and when you eye had no existence before. Over the waves was have not courage to build castles in the air without diffused a cold, grey, fluttering, luminous appearance, some one's assistance. When one is sad, howerer, which seemed to impart to them new functions, and a one has always a resource in the waiter. I rang the new character. In a few minutes the east had been bell, not that I wanted anything, but I thought it converted into the palace of the dawn, enriched with best to seem to want something, that I might have an cloudy pillars, which supported a brilliant tabernacle excuse for talking with somebody. My summons was over the ascending goddess. Then came the purple immediately answered by a little, lively, fat, roundflush, the crimson, and gold embroidery, which spread faced fellow, who, for some reason which I never could round the mantle of the sun—the blazonry of saffron, divine, was called by the very odd name of Tonto. I and blue, and amethyst, shooting up far into the have known a lady who delighted in the name of Totty, vault of heaven, making the eye and the heart glad as but Tonto was a novelty. However, as that was the the young day was perfected before us. Suddenly the name he answered to, I accommodated myself to the fiery disk of the great luminary rose above the sea, necessities of the case, and boldly applied the mystical and everything was flooded with transparent light, and syllables to the jovial-looking individual before me. appeared to laugh for joy.

“ Tonto,” said I, “have you got anything nice for We now by degrees neared the land, and in the supper ?-not that I am in the least bungry, but that course of the day arrived at Leghorn, where I was, in! I should like to eat something just by way of passing a short time, to undergo so much of pleasure and pain. the time.” I took my leave of Mrs. F-, and her husband, on "It's an excellent plan," auswered'Tonto. “I always the quay, and followed the bandit sort of personage have recourse to it myself when I am melancholy.". who was to conduct me to my hotel in the Via Grande. “And does that often happen ?" I inquired. It was a spacious house, and I secured myself a very Tonto sighed, twisted his napkin, and replied nice apartment, au troisieme, where I immediately “Oftener than your honour would think, for the had a fire lighted, and sat down to coffee and cigars. sake of the ladies."

“Yes, Tonto," I observed, "they are the cause of

all sadness; for which, however, they make up, by PIILOSOPH E R.

being the cause of all joy too." One of the penalties a traveller pays for his enjoy

“It is very true," said he, brightening up as he ments is the state of perpetual vicissitude in which he gave his assent to the proposition. lives with respect to men and women. Chance brings

"With respect to the supper, however," said I, “what him into contact with individuals whom he likes-with have you got ?" whom it would probably afford him pleasure to spend

He ran over the names of a hundred dishes; but, as whole ages. But the waves of change that bring them I am not learned in Italian cookery, I was, when he towards each other soon drift them away again, in dif-ll had done, just as far to seek as ever. I, therefore, calde

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to the resolution, to which I might as well have come of whatever it may have consisted, was of excellent at first, that he should choose for me. “Only, don't || llavour. We despatched it merrily, and, when it had let there be any frogs, Tonto,” said I; “I have tried | been cleared away, returned to our cigars with a capithem in France, and don't like them.” I then thought tal bottle of Italian wine. Under such circumstances, I might venture to come to the point at which I had | inost men become communicative--at least my new all this while been driving, which was, to ascertain friend did so. He related to me his birth, parentage, whether there were not some travellers in the inn who | and education ; described his travels, and explained his would like to join me at slipper.

views on all the great questions which can interest Tonto reflected for a moment, and then, clapping humanity. He was a man of all but unlimited knowhis hand against his right thigh, he cried, “I have it!ledge-familiar with the whole history of the human Yes; there is a gentleman who made the same inquiry race, deeply versed in philosophy, experienced in the of me two or three nights ago, Count 2" ways of the world, and thoroughly acquainted with the

Here I interrupted Tonto. “If he is a Count," said theory of the passions. In politics he belonged to I, "pray leave him to the enjoyment of his dignity. I what is now called the Red school, having taken his hate counts, and would rather go on supping and principles from the fiery cauldron of the French Revosmoking alone for a month than be troubled withlution. them.''

You are going into the East,” said he ; “ and you “ That need not stand in the way,"answered Tonto; | are right. It is well to see the worst state to which for he is no more a count than I He only calls | ignorance and tyranny can reduce men. himself so in order to heighten his consequence. self been in Egypt, and several parts of Asia, and have

“ That alters the case,” I observed; “but still my everywhere found humanity oppressed and degraded taste this evening is very unambitious, and I would beneath the feet of kings. Their misery and corruprather, if possible, find a companion who would con- tion, however, do not begin with their political insti. sider it no honour to be thought a count.”

tutions, but with their religion and morals, which are " There is,' answered Tonto,-—" but you won't like utterly despicable. The thing they believe in is not him, I'm sure-there is an odd sort of man, who is God; and their ethics are a bundle of ridiculous pracneither young nor old ; neither fat like me, nor lean tices, none of which tends to the promotion of human like you. There is, I say, a traveller lodging in this happiness. Nor is it much better with us here in house, who would, I dare say, be glad enough to smoke Europe. We know not what we believe, or why we a cigar with you.”

believe it. Our creed is a tradition, our churches are “ Is he a gentleman ?”

fabrics of imposture; our governments are despotisms “ Yes.''

variously disguised; our morals are mere rude ap“ Rich or poor ?”

proximations to philosophical ethics. We act by routine “Don't know, sir ; but he pays for everything he —we follow in the footsteps, and repeat, like mockinghas."

birds, the language of others. We have no original "Well, present my compliments to him, Tonto; and philosophy, no arts, little literature of our own. The say it would give me very great pleasure if he would persons we encourage and enrich are a sort of literary do me the honour to sup with me this evening." cooks, who take a number of commonplace ideas, and

If he be an original, thought I, he must be pleased |ress them up palatably to suit the taste of the vulgar. with originality, and come without ceremony. There must be a revolution, sir—not a inere armed quite right. In a few minutes Tonto returned, usher-insurrection—though that may form part of it---but a ing in a stranger about my own height, but old enough, revolution in opinions throughout the whole of Chrisas it seemed at first, to be my great-grandfather. llistendom. Everything among us is worn out, and society hair, white as snow, hung over his coat-collar. IIe cannot choose but be dissolved, and reconstructed.” had a white beard, and mustachoes which fell in traves over his lips and chin, but his voice was that of a young man, and his eyes were full of fire and vivacity. Ilis dress was that of no country in particular, but would have been thought genteel anywhere. I could not, What I said in reply to my bearded friend need not therefore, guess of what nation he was from his ap | be repeated. We took a fancy to each other, and pearance; neither could I, when he spoke, from his voice during my stay were much together. He told me or language. He addressed me in Italian, mentioning there was a capital table d'hote in the house, at which the invitation Tonto had given him in my name, and I should meet some very clever people, Valtese and saying it would give him much satisfaction to dissipate Sicilians, Neapolitans and Venetians, Spaniards and his ennui in my company, especially, he added, glancing Frenchmen, Elamites, Jews, and Parthians. I proat the heap of cigars on the table, as I perceive you

anised he should see me there. smoke.

Next morning at breakfast, which I took in a room On looking narrowly at the stranger, I felt convinced looking out into the Via Grande, my attention was he was quite a young man--that is, little more than uttracted by a very particular sort of music. This was thirty; and there was likewise in his countenance some- the clanking of a number of chains against the pavething which induced me to think he must be English. inent below. I went and looked out at the window. I immediately told him my suspicion, and he replied | Before me was a long file of men, some dressed in laughing, “ You are quite right; I am an Englishman, I brick-dust red, others in dirty yellow, all with brooms or though I have been several years from the old country, || pades in their hands, cleansing and sweeping the and begin to forget the language a little.”

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CHAPTER XXX.

PUNISHMENT OF DEATII.

CIIAPTER XXXI.

to another, and guarded by soldiers. I caught the, ed of being, in this place, the apologist of bad laws, eyes of the gang, who all turned upon me a look- which, confounding all justice and equity, puish and such a look. It reminded me of their kindredcrimes against property with the same severity as whom I had once seen on the Monte St. Michael, || crimes against life. Property is a fiction of societs, tigers in human shape, who all their life long thirsted life is the work of God. The injuries committed only for blood. Let not the reader rashly accuse me of against the one are capable of reparation ; those against inhumanity if I confess that I shuddered with horror the other, once done, can never be recalled. There at the sight of those hideous countenances. I know should, therefore, be a difference in the apportioning of it is fashionable to sympathise with men of this caste, punishment. Severe chastisement will suffice in the the Thugs and Dakoits of European society. And one case--death alone in the other. The equilibrium such sympathy must, no doubt, be very praiseworthy, 1 of nature is, as it were, destroyed by murder, and can since it demands from those who experience it an ex- never be restored while the murderer is suffered to traordinary effort. For myself I can lay but little live. The continuance of his existence is a triumph clain to this virtue. My sympathies, such as they over justice, and an insult to the best feelings of are, cling rather to the innocent and hapless victims humanity. of these incorrigible ruffians--to the wives whom they have made widows, to the children whom they have made fatherless, to the parents whom they have de

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THE TABLE D'HOTE. old age. I behold in them the natural enemies of Who bas not, at one time or another, dined at a society, and would sternly hunt them down, like any table d'hote, at Boulogne, or Dieppe, or Ostend, er other sort of noxious animals. I afterwards inquired Brussels ? Wlat, consequently, is there to be said into the reason of the red and yellow costumes. The li about it? The reader bas tasted its soup, tried to wearers of the former, I was told, were condemned to carve its fowls--older than the Deluge—sipped a little a limited term of captivity, while the latter were to be of its vinegar under the name of “ Vin ordinare," ard, in chains for ever—that is, 1 mean, till death should i in conclusion, paid so many francs for the privilege of release them. And did they pant for death? Did talking learnedly on the subject. He is, therefore, I they, as the advocates of perpetual imprisonment as-itrust, disposed to sympathise with me when I say sert, long for the coming of the King of Terrors for that I endured the pangs of this purgatory, at Leg. their deliverance? Not thicy. In their ghastly cap-horn, for a whole fortnight. In Spain they roast or tivity they laughed and chaited together ; not insen-stew cats, and serve them up to you as hares or rabsible, perhaps, of the misery of their condition, but bits, but roast and stew them cleverly, so that you are disliking it chiefly because it checked them in the in- inclined to smile at the deception. It signifies nodulgence of their evil passions.

thing that your dinner las purred upon your knee—that This is not the place for entering into the metal you have stroked it and fed it with your own handphysics of crime, for attempting the solution of that that it has hummed you to sleep at night on your pilproblem which constitutes the greatest enigma of ex- low, or played with the strings of your shoes, or imistence—the responsibility or irresponsibility of man. parted an air of confort to the huge chimney corner. If we are answerable for our actions, we are answer- Trausformed by cookery, you no longer recognise it. able to each other as well as to God. The acts we You know its tricks and purrings have been over sur commit secretly in contravention of his will, are sins some hours—that its spirit has been restored to the unpunishable by human laws, and to be atoned for great ocean of vitality—and that, consequently, there only by the paugs of conscience. The acts we com- can be no great harm in your regaling yourself upon mit, whether secretly or openly, against the good of its remains. society, are crimes; and these, in self-defence, society In Italy one knows not what one eats; at least I may punish. If man be responsible, he must be free; never did. One puts his faith in the cooks, and that is, must be able to commit, or refrain from, any takes the good the gods provide him—or evil, as the action as it shall seem best to bimself. If the crimi.

case may be-especially as he commits his acts of nal be not free, then is society not free; because it is semi-cannibalism in pleasant company. gorerned by precisely the same metaphysical laws At our table d'hote we saw assembled daily a set which regulate the thoughts and conduct of the in- of the pleasantest fellows in the world ; at the head of dividual. Now, presuming the individual to be free, whom was a Neapolitan captain, as brave as Hercules society bas the right to punish the offences he com- or the Nemaan lion, according to his own tesmits voluntarily against it; and if there be no freedom timony. He was exceedingly voluble and eloquent ou in the case, then society is under the absolute neces- this topic; and as I had the happiness to sit next to sity of proceeding as it does. It is simply a question him, on the left side, it was often with much dificulty between night and fate. Whatever is meant to enjoy that I could defend my eyes against his fork, during permanent existence must be invested with the power the more violent paroxysms of his oratory. He then to set aside everything which would destroy that ex-literally foamed at the mouth. His eyes flashed tire, istence. Nothing is crime but that which tends to while the state and colour of bis physiognomy threatthe dissolution of society. In proportioning the chas- ened apoplexy. It was only accidentally that I learned tisement to the offences, society is obviously invested the philosophy of these Ciceronian outbreaks ; he took with the privilege to take all the precautions necessary me for a Frenchman, and for that reason politely into ensure its well-being-in extreme cases even to dulged in all manner of invectives against the great cut off those who have made war upon it, and seek nation. A Maltese gentleman—not Count 2–one day to accomplish its destruction. Let me not be suspect- | politely insinuated the propriety of reserving his sture

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