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silence. In silence I afterwards passed || mother's work table, and began to read over the whole adventure, for I was a the tale of Blue Beard. I read with deep little ashamed of its sudden termination. and silent attention. I was good enough
But a child will sometimes cry from 1 to blame the wife for doing what she had vexation, or to gain a point. In either of been forbidden to do, and I trembled for these cases let him cry unheeded. If he || the consequences of her disobedience; I were very obstreperous, or very perse was shocked at the clotted blood, the vering, I should say, “ Cry, if you like | murdered ladies, and the stain on the to cry, but as I do not like to hear you | fairy key. I proceeded to the terrible cry any longer, I shall leave you." The explanation demanded by the husband--to chances are many that the child would || his dragging the wife by the hair of her be silent when he was convinced that he || head-to his holding his drawn scimitar was no longer heard. If a refractory and over her, and dooming her to instant ill-advised boy were to kick against the death. I closed the book, burst into tears, door, I should return, and say, coolly, “I and exclaimed, “ Mamma, I never will be afraid
you will spoil the drawing-room married !" I knew that all men's beards door, come with me into the nursery ; were not blue; but I believed that all there you may kick as long as you please, || men might hold their scimitars over the you can hurt nothing but your toes, and heads of their wives, and murder them at when you are tired of kicking, come to their pleasure, as Blue Beard had cerme again.” And in the nursery I would || tainly done. I never had the courage to leave the gentleman, taking care to ex- || finish the story till many years afterclude, for the time, all other children and | wards; and it was not till then I disthe nursery maid.
covered that the wife of Blue Beard had With regard to gaining a point, prevent been saved by the arrival of her brothers. crying, by granting the thing desired, with The other instance of childish credulity, a good grace, and with pleasure, when- which happened about the time of my ever it can be done with propriety. If | first reading Blue Beard, is almost too the thing be improper, refuse it steadily. | ridiculous to repeat; however, the exNo means ought to obtain it, and least of treme youth of the little novice may, perall the being troublesome. What trouble haps, render it excusable. I was deeply would this method spare the mother, and read in “ The Tales of the Fairies,” and what vexation the child !
I no more doubted the existence of these Children believe all they hear and read, beings, and their power, than I did my till they find they have been cheated, and own existence, or my capability of readthey never should be cheated. Nothing || ing their exploits. Nay, how did I know should be told them that is not true, and that I was not a fairy myself
. This I dethey should read nothing that could not || termined, if possible, to ascertain ; but, as be true. But a mother cannot be con I was conscious that I might expose mytinually with her child ; and what nur self to ridicule, if I should fail, I kept the sery-maid has not said to a pet boy, who whole affair a profound secret. has hit his head against the table, “ Give I understood every part of “The me a blow and I'll beat it?” at once Tales ;” though if there were a considerteaching the dear creature to believe a able change of place, or lapse of time falsehood, and revenge an injury. I fear between the parts, I had some difficulty this is an evil without a remedy. With || in regarding them as a whole; but there respect to children's books, they are much was one thing of which I was totally ignoimproved, and may, in general, be read rant, and which it concerned me much to and believed. My books were of a dif- || know, what the powerful instrument was ferent sort, and of my implicit faith in with which the fairies worked such wonthem I can give two instances.
ders. I applied to my mother for informaI should think I must have been about tion, and desired to know what a wand five years of age when a beautiful little
She not having “ The Tales of the book, bound in gilt paper, fell in my way; || Fairies” in her imagination, replied that it contained “ Mother Goose's Tales." I || it was a neat, white stick. Is that all ? seized the treasure, placed myself at my || thought I, then I am sure I can get a
wand. I got the neatest stick I could become a green one, and I struck my little
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I struck my wand three times on our par one; but the one retained its hue and the lour grate, and ordered it to become gold! | other its dimensions. After a few more Not a particle of the stubborn steel would attempts, which proved equally unsucchange its nature !
cessful, I was convinced that I was not Disappointed, but not discouraged, I born to be a fairy; though I believed as concluded that my first attempt had been firmly as ever in fairyism, its gifts and too bold, and that I ought to have tried transformations—in a word, in every thing my power on a smaller subject. I struck that was written in my book. my black bonnet, and commanded it to
GIANNINA was one of the most comely || to witness the intruder's escape, which he damsels in Calabria, and had many a effected, although the blood with which wealthy suitor. To none, however, did || the window-sill was imbrued testified that she seem inclined to lend a willing ear. he had not escaped unhurt. Some, of a more timid nature, admired the Not long after this event, a stranger maiden, and would fain have wooed her, | made his appearance in the village, and but were kept aloof by the haughty glance succeeded in obtaining the affection Gianof her light blue eye ; a glance that was nina had so constantly withheld from her rendered more remarkable from the tender || rustic admirers. The suitor to whom she colour of the eye, whose sable fringes seemed thus favourably inclined formed another striking, but agreeable about thirty years of age; of handsome, contrast, with its azure hue, and agreed || though wild and haughty aspect. His with the glossy, raven locks that shaded stature was considerably above the middle her snowy brow.
size, and he would have appeared robust Giannina's father was by no means a had not his extreme paleness, occasioned thrifty man. His cottage had a better | by a wound that, he said, he had lately appearance than most of those in the vil- | received at the chase, and which still lage, of which it was the furthest habita- obliged him to wear his arm in a sling, tion. The village itself was on the con- | given a sickly delicacy to his features. fines of a wood, which reached half way Giannina's father, whose will was enup the side of a wild, and, in some parts, tirely subservient to her own, consented inaccessible mountain ; and dreadful were to the marriage; but from the day on the tales told of the banditti, by which it which it took place, the bride and bridewas infested. The villagers, however, groom disappeared, leaving the afflicted having little to lose, had also little to fear parent as completely ignorant of their from their depredations; and indeed, of fate as the rest of the villagers. late, only one instance had been given of Giannina,” said Antonio to his bride, any attempt to disturb their tranquillity. as, after the marriage ceremony, they This attack was made on the abode of were returning towards their father's roof, Giannina's father; and it was supposed “ Let us escape awhile from the noisy to have been thus directed from his being | festivity that awaits us, within the shade reputed one of the wealthiest inhabitants. of the adjacent wood." By the courage of Giannina it had been
“ 'Tis but a dangerous resort," rejoined defeated. She was roused in the night by Giannina. “ Dost thou fear ?" said Anan attempt to force her window ; when, tonio; and the inflexion of his voice seemseizing a hatchet, she struck at a man, | ed to import more than, “ dost thou who was in the act of entering. The rob- fear?”—Giannina attended but unto the ber fell to the ground, as Giannina's words. The damsel was somewhat proud father, whom her cries had brought to of her merited renown for courage ; and, her assistance, arrived, but only in time replying, with a degree of pique, that she
would prove her daring, took with him || vator* hath pourtrayed in all their wildthe road that led to the ill-famed forest. ness: he wandered there with bandits They had wandered some minutes in its | such as they, and he hath left us the wild glades, when Giannina asked Antonio if mountain scene, the rude banditti, and he could still reproach her with her fears? his captive self, storied on his canvas. “ What should a sovereign dread within More than once had Antonio, for whose her realm?" he answered, in a sarcastic head a large reward was offered, been tone. “My realm!" “ Aye, thine, my rescued by the quickness and courage of bandit queen !” and, on a loud whistle, a Giannina. But the Tyrolese troops, to number of well-armed ruffians appeared | whom the Austrian commander at Naples to rise from the earth, descend from the had assigned the task of exterminating the trees, and, in a moment, to encompass banditti, left them no repose. One day, them. Homage to your Queen!” said harassed beyond measure, and closely the robber Captain, for such he was, and pursued, they reached a bridge, so extaking his wounded arm from a sling- | posed to view, that they dared not hazard “ My gentle bride !" said he,“ dost know passing it. It was in summer, and the this nerveless hand! It was not such the || river, over which the bridge was built, night it opened thy casement! But, for now flowed in a narrower bed, but yet too this hand of mine, I've now a hand of deep to ford. They determined to take thine ; and the few drops of blood I do | refuge under one of the arches which the forgive thee! Homage to my Queen !" || current had abandoned. Hark! their And at this moment Giannina looked a | pursuers approach! Their steps are Queen. She turned to Antonio as though heard the bridge! The outlaws he, also, were her subject. I neither
scarcely dared to breathe - Giannina love nor fear thee! Of love thou art une pressed her infant to her breast-it gave a worthy! and fear—what have I left to feeble cry-Antonio smothered it upon fear? Deem not I shall attempt to forego | its mother's bosom! my fate, for whither should I flee, but in The danger was past:-Giannina dug a famy would follow? I do devote myself | grave in the sand, and placed within it thy victim, nay, even thy faithful wife, || the body of her poor lifeless child. and my own injuries forgive. Beware, alone, no deed of thine do injure aught of Antonio, the robber's head !" cried mine! of that alone beware, for even a the populace of a small town in Calabria, victim may avenge! Respect my father! as a female with dishevelled hair and and all that is mine!”
haggard mien brought a bleeding head, She was his faithful wife. Three years || fresh severed from the trunk, to the magishad passed, and Antonio's band had been trate of the district. hunted down, until some had died of hun “A thousand crowns are thine, thou ger and fatigue-some on the scaffold. || second Judith !" Antonia and Giannina wandered now “I seek not the reward-Antonio was alone, except that Giannina carried in her || my husband—he killed my child, but yes
an infant, that slumbered sweetly | terday—this night I slew him as he slept !" amongst dangers. She thought if ever she
Salvator Rosa is said to have been made again could reach her native village, to
prisoner by Calabrian banditti, and to have been leave the babe at her old father's door, | detained some months by them in the moun. with these few words, “ It is Giannina's || tains. One of his landscapes, in which are inchild !" But they were distant now-far | troduced some figures of robbers, and of a young distant—from her home, in the recesses of man who appears in captivity, is supposed to reCalabria, which, alone, the pencil of Sal- || late to his own story.
COUNT RA VENSTEIN.
The death of the great Gustavus, in- || witnessing the strong bias that his son stead of terminating the war that had for || had taken for the profession of arms. Το 60 many years convulsed the German oppose his wishes, however, he knew Empire, inspired the troops he had so long would serve only to increase their ardour ; led to victory to avenge his fall. Years of and, reluctantly yielding, he had that havoc ensued, and the sword of slaughter | morning placed in his eager hand the desolated the land. While the heroic | standard of his country. Bernard Saxe Weymar defeated the Im How did the heart of the young Saxon perialists' General, Count Gallas, and pos- | glow within him! What visions of future sessed himself of Alsace, the Saxons were, glory rushed before his eyes, as he unin their turn, victorious on the Elbe, in furled the banner, and gave its ample folds the daily skirmishes which took place be to wanton in the winds of heaven! Victween their armies and their old allies the tory in idea already appeared descending Swedes. It is true, that they owed their || upon it; and he waved it exultingly aloft, good fortune more to the superiority of as though in its acquisition he had attaintheir numbers, than to their military skill; | ed the summit of human ambition. “I but the Swedes had so long triumphed in am a soldier !" he cried aloud; and hill the field, that their adversaries had learned and dale re-echoed—“I am a soldier !" to consider them as the peculiar favourites | He panted like a young war horse for the of heaven.
fight, and cursed the tardy movements of Like gleams of sunshine through a the Swedish cavalry, which shewed no instorm, these short triumphs called forth | clination to abandon their advantageous the energies of many a youthful hero who | position on the hills, to attack the enemy drew the sword in his country's cause, on the plain.
Alas! how few of these generous spirits survive the respective hosts. All was still, as their first field ! Urged on by excited though the spirit of peace had been broodfeelings, they engage with their whole | ing over the war-contested earth. No heart and soul in the contest; and, in the || sound broke on the ear, but the murmur tumult and hurry of the scene, they lose from each army, which, softened by disall consciousness of danger, and forget | tance, resembled the wild hum of a beethat the stake they are playing for can be hive. At length, the armed tread of the won only by a waste of life. Death strikes centinels, each on his lonely post, the solithem to the dust in the moment of victory, || tary neighing of a war horse, the call of the and they expire with its name upon their i bugles announcing the hour of rest, minlips. Do they in that moment consider i gled with the mournful voice of the moving that they have bartered life, and all its | waters, ruffled by the breeze of night. endearing domestic ties, for a shadow; or The sound of human voices had died do they close their eyes exulting in the away; but a light still glimmered in the wreath that fame will cast over their il General's tent, and discovered, by its solimouldering ashes ?
tary beam, the august figure of Count Such a spirit—so warm--so enthusias- Ravenstein, tracing, with an old and extic—so eager for renown—so full of hope, perienced officer, their destined route on a and fearless of danger, had just joined the large map spread on a table before them. Saxon army in the person of Maximilian Maximilian was leaning on his sword in Count Ravenstein, the only son of one of the door of the tent, alternately contemthe bravest Generals in the Elector's army, plating the beauty of the moonlight who beheld, in his gallant boy, the last scenery, and watching with interest the male descendant of a proud line of Princes. expression of his father's countenance. Having in his own person, and in the loss It might literally be said of the Count, of his family, bitterly experienced the evils that his head had grown grey beneath the of war, and the hardships of a life spent helmet: he had not seen sixty summers ; in the field, the General was grieved yet his bair was ed with silver, and
his brow, to a casual observer, seemed | the enemy. Are their persons better deeply furrowed by the hand of age. | proof against a bullet than the steel breastThey, however, who looked closer, read in plates of our cuirassiers? or is courage that fine expansive forehead the strong || confined to the natives of a petty northern characters which a vigorous and inquiring region?" mind had planted on the seat of thought. “ Their numbers are indeed comparaHis eyes, deeply seated, were dark, tively small,” said the Count, smothering piercing, and intellectual, apparently em a sigh as he encountered the fiery glances bodying, at a glance, the objects which || of his impetuous son;
“ but had you, they encountered. His nose was aqui- | Maximilian, commanded men as long as line, his mouth small, and the lips rather || I have commanded them, you would know compressed, with that peculiar expression that a few chosen and well-disciplined which often denotes a mind deeply en troops would find small difficulty in degaged in abstract speculations. His feating a whole army of raw recruits, who, figure was tall, athletic, and finely pro- like you, have never stood the fire of an portioned; yet spare and fleshless, as enemy; and who, acquainted only with though the energies of his soul had worn the theory of this dreadful science, never out the body it was intended only to ani- || discover its terrible realities till on the mate.—Maximilian inherited the same point of becoming their victims. Despair features, the same finely-proportioned succeeds their high-raised expectations, figure, and stood before his father, in the and they hastily abandon a scene they had early dawning of manhood, the living | so eagerly anticipated." image of his own youth.
“Do you suspect me of cowardice, “ Krantzner !” said the General, at Count Ravenstein?” cried the young length raising his head, and addressing standard bearer, stepping back and graspthe veteran, who was diligently studying, ing his sword; “nature never formed a with spectacles on nose, the map before mind capable of conceiving great and them, we must direct our course to- | noble actions without endowing it with a wards Perlberg, where a most advantage- spirit capable of realizing its glorious ous situation offers; thence, with a little speculations. Thank God! I am a solfinessing, we might easily destroy Ban-dier, and will prove myself not unworthy nier's army without hazarding an engage- of the name?" ment.”—The old Major nodded his head He ceased speaking; and the Count, significantly, and made a half smile to awaiting till his passion had subsided, rehimself, as though he had almost intui- || plied—“ Maximilian, I once felt the same tively comprehended the General's plan ; | ardour which at this moment is glowing while the hot-headed Maximilian turned in your breast. Ambitious of fame, I on his father the full lustre of his speak- || deemed it was to be won only at the ing eye, and replied for Krantzner, in a cannon's mouth. It was my dream by hasty tone
night, and the theme of my conversation Why adopt this cold calculating me- || by day: all my thoughts were directed thod of warfare, my father?-Are our towards the profession of arms, and every swords to rust from day to day in the idea centred in the same point. My spirit scabbard? Let us to the field, and prove caught a loftier tone, and I lived in a that the Swedes are only men, like our world of my own creation. The bugle selves.”
hushed me to sleep, and the trumpet broke “ You speak like a young and inex- || upon my early slumbers. I arose with perienced man,” returned the General the sun to pore over the pages of history calmly. “ It is not by following the wild | that told of the conquests of great and schemes of a visionary, that battles are | wicked men-men who had made the won. I cannot sacrifice the lives of the world turn pale with repeated acts of troops committed to my charge, by bloodshed and violence; yet, in the blindhazarding a combat to which their forcesness of my dark idolatry, I viewed them are not equal."
in the light of heroes. Dost thou not think “ Not equal !" reiterated Maximilian, that I awoke to find all this vanity and our numbers more than double those of vexation of spirit? Yes! I have shed