siasm which made her regard herself as one chosen by Heaven to be the saviour of France.

She hastened, in consequence of the inspiration she imagined to have received, to the Governor of Vaucouleurs, and announced to him that she came as an envoy from God to afford assistance to Orleans, and to effect the coronation of the King at Rheims. The Governor believed her to be mad, but he soon changed his opinion. He ordered the young warrior to adopt the dress of a man, gave her arms, a horse, and sent her under a proper escort to the King, who was at Chinon.

Armed cap-à-pied, Jane appeared in presence of the whole court, managing her charger with grace and ease, and uniting to all the outward attractions of her sex the strength and dexterity of an experienced soldier, speaking of camps and martial deeds as if war had ever been her sole occupation.

of Jane's character: veterans in the art of war caught her ardour, and suffered themselves to be led forwards by one who to them was a mere child: they surmounted every obstacle, and the King was actually crowned at Rheims on the 17th of July, 1429. As soon as the ceremony was over, Jaue threw herself at the monarch's feet, and embracing his knees, she said, "The orders of the Most High are fulfilled: it was his will that you should come to Rheims to be anointed with the holy oil, to shew to the world that you are the legiti mate sovereign to whom this kingdom alone belongs."

Whether the accomplishment of her heart's dearest wish being fulfilled, or that she found that fortune had become faithless, Jane felt within herself that her military career was at an end: but true to her steady character, she now sought only that kind of death which might be most glorious to herself and most useful to her country. At the head of a sortie the Maid of Orleans was taken prisoner by a gentleman of Picardy: this man sold her to John of Lux

Scarce had she received a command under the Marechal de Rieux, and under the Bastard Orleans, than she wrote to the English, as from one deputed by the Al-embourg, who sold her to the English. mighty, that they must deliver up the king. dom to its legitimate heir, if not, she would drive them out by force of arms. The herald she sent was thrown into prison, and sentenced to be burnt, as an accom. plice with a witch.

The success of Jane justified the audacity of ber menaces. After having supplied the town of Orleans with provisions, she entered it in triumph. She subjugated all before her, and put every one to flight: her countrymen, animated by her heroic example, performed prodigies of valour. The English, panic-struck, laid down their arms, and the first prediction of Jane was fulfilled-she had delivered Orleans. She soon after joined Charles VII. at Chinon, who received her with every testimony of gratitude and admiratiou.

The infamous Bishop of Beauvais was, however, a more inveterate enemy to Jane than even the English; he demanded as his right the right of judging her: and the brave female warrior of eighteen was thrown into a dungeon, her limbs loaded with chains, and from thence she was dragged fourteen times to appear before her judges, who loaded her with the most virulent abuse. Jane evinced the dignity of her mind and character by the calmness of her replies.

After submitting to various interrogatories, she was sentenced to perpetual imprisonment, to be fed only on bread and water, and to renounce for ever the masculine habit. The University of Paris confirmed this iniquitous sentence. Every engine too was at work to make the unhappy Jane fall into the suare that was spread for her: as she could neither read nor write, they caused her to set her mark to a paper, whereby she declared herself a heretic, a witch, and guilty of many other crimes. Her death, in effect, was resolved on; her judges, urged on by the English, condemned her to be burnt alive; and alVictory aided all the natural enthusiasm though they had accused her of heresy they

But her brilliant career was not yet terminated. Jane bad engaged herself to see her sovereign crowned at Rheims : she made the French resolve in council that they would exert themselves to attain this important end, though all the surrounding towns were then in the possession of the English.

allowed her to take the sacrament. On || age?"—As she was about to give up the

ANECDOTE OF MARMONTEL.

MARMONTEL had written a little Opera entitled The Garland, which was very unsuccessful, but which, however, was played at times. One evening the poet having taken a hackney coach, told the coachman to go rather a round-about way to the place he had ordered him to drive to, in order to avoid the crowd of carriages going to the Opera.-"O, Sir, you need not fear" replied the coachman, very innocently, unconscious of who he was driving; "there will be very few carriages, for that miserable Opera, The Garland, is performed to night."

INTERESTING INCIDENT.

possessed of their hereditary spirit and love of independence. Her intervention was used in order that when the Castle must necessarily be surrendered, her husband might safely say he knew not where the regalia had been conveyed. They were wrapped in hards of lint, carried out of the Castle of Dunnottar upon a woman's back, and delivered to the charge of the Reverend James Granger, minister of Kinnetf, whose wife (a friend of Mrs. Ogilvie,) was also intrusted with the important secret. By their contrivance, they were buried under the pulpit in the church of Kinneff, no person being made acquainted with the cir cumstance excepting the Countess MareIn the year 1652, the Earl Mareschal schal, to whom it was communicated by having taken the field to assist Charles II. Mr. Granger. In the mean time the Castle was taken prisoner at the battle of Wor- of Dunnottar, after an honourable resistcester, and detained in the Tower of Lon. auce, was compelled to surrender, and the don. The Castle of Dunnottar was, in the Lieutenant-Governor and his lady were meanwhile, commanded by George Ogilvie, examined with the utmost strictness and of Barras, Lieutenant-Governor by com- severity concerning the fate of the regalia. mission from the Earl Mareschal. The They were even threatened with torture. alarming progress of Cromwell's arms, and Mrs. Ogilvie, however, obstinately mainthe impossibility of maintaining a defence tained that she had delivered the regalia which should be ultimately, successful, to Mr. John Keith, the Earl Mareschal's alarmed Ogilvie for the safety of the ho- youngest son, and that he had carried it nours, or regalia of the kingdom. He con- abroad; and the Countess Mareschal prosulted with the Lord Chancellor Loudon, cured a letter from her son to the same who could only reply to him by suggesting purpose and effect, which she contrived that the regalia should be delivered up should fall into the hands of the Commonto Lord Balcarras, and transported to some wealth General. Mrs. Ogilvie's health strong hold or inaccessible fort in the re- sunk under the hardships to which she was mote Highlands.—“It will be an irreparable subjected, but her fortitude never gave loss and shame," saith the Chancellor's way, nor was it until on her death-bed that letters, “if they are taken by the enemy, she communicated to her husband how she and very dishonourable to yourself."-It || had disposed of the regalia, exhorting him appears that Ogilvie did not think it prudent to take the Chancellor's advice, which indeed would have only served to protract the fate of the regalia. In these circumstances he listened to the advice of his lady, Ir is a singular coincidence, that in the descended of the house of Douglas, and I same month when the Regalia of Scotland

at the same time sooner to lay his head on the block than betray the secret.

SINGULAR COINCIDENCE.

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of his grandchildren. From that period he disliked any allusion to his age, and dexterously eluded every approach to the subject, till a traveller procured an introduction to him, being curious to see a Struldbrug Gael, whose eldest son was sixty-two and the youngest still an infant. Mr. M'L welcomed the stranger with cordial hospitality, and his natural politeness restrained any signs of displeasure, though he evaded several questions indirectly tending to ascertain the date of his birth. At length, unconscious of the pain he inflicted, the tourist expressly inquired his age."You will excuse me, Sir," replied the ancient Fingalian, though I decline a downright reply to this interrogation, as I am determined to let my friends amuse themselves with conjecture; but you may contemplate how many summers I have seen, when I tell you that at the present season I have a daughter who wants nought of a hundred."-To enable the English reader to understand this equi voque, we must explain-that Scottish arithmeticians often call a cypher a nought. Mr. M'L's child was that day 10, and the addition of another cypher (0), or nought, it would make her age a hundred. Perhaps the tourist entered this marvel in his journal, but so far as we know it has not yet been published.

met the gaze of her sons, the relics of their most patriotic sovereign should be discovered, after inhumation since the year 1329. These particulars have been inserted in many newspapers, but none have noticed the tradition that the family motto of De Bruce originated in the services of a lady. She was related to the Fullartons of Fullarton. Her husband was a cadet of the house of Cassilis. Before Robert Bruce avowed his pretensions, he came disguised as a palmer, with a few followers of tried courage and fidelity, to acquaint himself with the dispositions of the people. His small skiff, in stress of weather, took shelter on the coast of Ayrshire. The night was dark, and the sea rolling with violence, had tossed the adventurers out of all knowledge of their landing-place. They got safe to shore; but to prevent the suspicions which in those unhappy times should arise from seeing many strangers together, the chiefs dispersed. Bruce chanced to enter the kitchen of Mr. Kenedy. The servants were just going to bed. The lady had retired to her solitary couch, her husband being with the English forces, to whose interest the Governor of Ayr had gained him during the achievements of William Wallace. Bruce craved leave to sit at the fire; but one of the damsels had informed her mistress of the holy guest. She came herself and led him to the hall, where, eyeing his figure and features with earnest attention, she said, in the Scottish dialect, “We have been false, but the eagle eyes of royalty recal me back to sacred loyalty.lication of her very popular story of The 1 once beheld thee, princely De Bruce, and I recognize thee well. We have been both untrue to Scotland-but notwithstanding all that has passed, Margaret Fullarton would die to serve her and thee."-Mrs. Kenedy entertained Bruce as a palmer, and dismissed him in safety. Tradition adds, that her modest allusion to his own infatuation for England, excused her past disloyalty to the candid Bruce, and the words she twice repeated he adopted as his family motto, in memory of his fault and her gentle self-accusing rebuke.

ANECDOTE NOT GENERALLY KNOWN.

THE late Mr. M'L—, of B—, lived near a century, and in his eightieth year married a second wife, younger than some No. 111.-Vol. XVII.

ANECDOTE OF THE LATE MRS. HAMILTON,

THE late celebrated, amiable, and excellent Mrs. Hamilton, soon after the pub

Cottagers of Glenburnie, passed a week at Lord Rs. A few days after her ar rival she rose early, intending to explore the beauties of that fine seat, but a heavy rain disappointed her of the walk, and she quietly seated herself in the breakfast parlour, making some cloaths for poor families, a work in which Lady R was earnestly engaged. Two ladies who slept at a neighbouring inn, came to take the morning repast with Lady R―, but her Ladyship had not left her dressing-room, and they conversed together to pass the time till she joined them. Seeing a very plam-looking person, plainly dressed, and busied with coarse needle-work, they supposed that Mrs. Hamilton was some humble friend of the family. They were proceeding to Edinli

their ignorant prejudices and habits. The most liberal minds are unwilling to part with early prepossessions, and how could Mrs Mason expect her cousin or her chil

burgh immediately after breakfast, and hoped to see Mrs. Hamilton, whose character and writings they greatly admired, though a capital error in Mrs. Mason's conduct had not escaped their criticism.dren to yield to her reasoning or reproof? "I am surprised," continued one of the She should have endeavoured gradually to ladies, "that a writer who seems so well || recommend her own better notions.”—The to know the human heart, could represent ladies felt embarrassed when Lady Ra wise and good woman dictating to Mrs.introduced Mrs. Hamilton; but her goodMcLarty and every one about her, instead humoured acquiescence in their sentiments, of endeavouring gradually to overcome removed every unpleasant sensation.

BIOGRAPHICAL SKETCH OF THE LATE PRINCE DE CONDE.

LOUIS JOSEPH DE BOURBON, PRINCE DE CONDE, was born at Paris, on the 9th of August, 1736. He was the only son of the Duke de Bourbon, who was prime minister to Louis XV. after the Regency, and of Caroline de Hesse Phinfels, a most amiable, well informed, and witty Princess, for whom Louis XV. when in the flower of youth, felt the most affectionate and irreproachable attachment. This monarch also, who passed much of his time at Chantilly, conceived for the young Prince de Condé the most parental regard.

A worthy descendant of those heroes from whence he sprung, the Prince de Condé embraced with ardour the military profession. He made his first campaign in|| the disastrous seven years' war; and while the French Generals, some enfeebled by luxury, others paralyzed by the influence of favourites, sustained so ill the honour of the French arms, the young Condé, edu cated under his uncle, the Duke de Chorolais, in all the rigid principles of ancient chivalry, added to the glory of his name, and obtained the most brilliant success.

Few Princes have employed the leisure hours of royalty more nobly; unhappily, some of these were clouded over with unforeseen tempests. Those years, between the seventeen years' war and the revolution, were passed by this Prince in study and in acts of beneficence. Popular, without ever departing from his dignity, he was fond of literature, and cultivated it himself with success. He formed a society of literati and scientific characters, who were men attached to no party, nor were they the detractors of the aucient monarchical institutions. The Prince, the friend of the Dauphin, father of Louis XVI. knew well how that Prince distinguished the industrious man of real learning from those audacious intriguers, those sophistical courtiers, the race of whom, just springing into life, began to fill the academies and antichambers.

The Prince de Condé always observed that magnificence which belonged to his high rank: it was he who built the palace of Bourbon, which, notwithstanding its want of proportion, is still one of the most striking monuments of the French capital. He took pleasure in adding every year some embellishments to Chantilly, and employ

The Prince de Condé was made, at a very early period of his life, Knight of the Holy Ghost, Grand Master of the King's Household, and Governor of Burgundying thereby a great part of the population he entered on the functions attached to this Jast post at the age of eighteen, and never ceased for thirty-five years to conciliate the attachment of the Burgundians by his zeal and affection. At the age of fifteen he married the Princess Charlotte de Rohan Soubise, by whom he had issue the Duke de Bourbon and Mademoiselle Condé. He lost his wife in the prime of life in the year 1760.

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of that flourishing burgh. Foreign Princes have been enraptured at seeing his enchanting gardens, planted by the hands of so many heroes. In the bosom of pleasure and grandeur, the Prince de Condé never forgot the sufferings of the people. In 1775, touched with the misery of the populace on account of the dearness of bread, he bought himself thirty thousand franks* worth of corn, with express orders not to

sell it for more than forty-five sous the bushel, whatever price it might be, to the inhabitants of Clementais, whose poverty and extreme misery had been attested by the different curates. He also purchased one thousand crowns' worth of rice, which || be caused to be distributed gratis to the sick and the poor of the same canton.

royal dwelling of his ancestors. He passed many hours of his latter years in a small building, the only remaining vestige of all the magnificent edifice of Chantilly.

About a month before the 20th of March, 1815, he said to his secretary, “Well, the man of the Island of Elba is stirring; shall we return to the other side of the Rhine?" Being obliged to quit Paris, he said to the same person, "Here we are; I foretold this; however, the return of this man will be his downfal."-He had the happiness to live to see his prediction verified.

The infirmities inseparable from old age were now making rapid advances. On the day of Pentecost he took the sacrament ac

The revolution put the courage and constancy of the Prince de Condé to some very severe trials. He dreaded the fatal effects of civil war, but he knew how to brave its dangers. He had presided at the fourth sitting of the Assemblée des Notables, in 1787 he presided at the same sitting which Louis XVI. convoked the following year, and there the Prince de Condé shew-cording to his constant custom; and said, ed himself the firm partisan of the ancient monarchy. On the 17th of July, 1789, he quitted France with his family, and retired to Brussels, from whence he repaired by Switzerland to Turin. A great number of French, of all classes, equally ready to combat for the cause of royalty, accompanied the Prince in his exile. There were no sacrifices that his Highness did not make to maintain this little army, amongst which he established the most admirable discipline. His officers became his friends; the soldiers, all his brothers in arms; all feared to displease their chief, and that fear was sufficient to maintain the most perfect order amongst so many military volunteers. The distinctions of birth had no influence on the confidence that the Prince de Condé accorded to all his companions in misfortune.

Amongst all the public and individual calamities that befel the victims of the revolution, none perhaps could offer a combination of circumstances more touching or tragical than the horrible assassination of the Duke d'Enghien, the grandson of the Prince de Condé. This event, which deprived the Prince of all hope of seeing his illustrious race continued, gave him the most profound affliction; but nothing could alter the natural sweetness of his character: he gave himself up to pious meditation, and sought, in the consolations which religion afforded, the only remedy for his irreparable loss.

The restoration of the legitimate monarch placed the Prince de Condé near the tomb of his grandson, amongst the ruins of the

as he fulfilled this pious duty, that he was preparing to quit this world. After the ceremony, his eyes seemed suffused with tears of joy; he held out his hand to his almoner, pressed it, and said, with a firm || voice, "Monsieur Abbé, you have ever been attached to me, you have rendered me some important services; receive my thanks; put the finishing hand to your kindness. Indeed, Sir, I want your assistance more than ever; I shall shortly appear before my God: pray to him for my pardon."

His disorder increased; on Wednesday the 18th of May he had a severe attack, but it was deemed a crisis in his disorder, and the physicians, who had given him over, began to conceive hopes. But on the 14th, at four o'clock, the fit returned with increased violence, and he expired at eight o'clock in the morning.

The corpse of the Prince remained all day on the bed of death: on his head was a simple night-cap of cotton, and on his breast was laid a crucifix: his face was uncovered, and had lost nothing of that mildness and benignity which had ever characterized it. The room was hung with black, and three priests watched the body, which lay in state for several days.

In the Prince's writing-desk was found his will, dated London, 1806. He had requested of his Britannic Majesty that if he died in his dominions, not to have his body buried in Westminster Abbey, but in the burial ground in London, where so many brave emigrant and loyal Frenchmen are interred.