trisette with a man like myself, who has no other object in it than amuseinent, he should not allow his thoughts to wander four miles from the game." So saying, he threw away the cards, and began pacing up and down the room. I was much annoyed, and walked to the fireplace, consoling myself with thinking that the King would soon arrive; but, in about a quarter of an hour, the Chamberlain Pernigoti entered, to give notice that his Majesty was prevented from coming. This was like a dagger to my heart; but still I repressed my feelings. Supper was placed, and I took my usual seat, at the left of the Woiwode. We were eighteen or twenty in number; the Woiwode scarcely spoke to me, and the dishes passed me untouched. Before the repast was ended, Prince Gaspar Lubomirsky, a general in the Russian service, came in, and seated himself just opposite to me, at the other end of the table. On seeing me, he began, very audibly, expressing his regrets for what had passed. "I am sorry for you," said he, "but Branicki had drank a great deal too much, and no man of honour could feel compromised by what was said by a person in his condition." "What has happened?" "What is the matter?" were the general questions. I answered not a word. Lubomirsky was appealed to for explanation; but he replied, that since I chose to be silent, he must be the same. The Woiwode looked grave, and asked me kindly what had occurred between Branicki and myself? "When supper is over, my Prince," I replied, "I will give you, in private, a true account of all that has happened." Indifferent subjects were talked of during the rest of the meal, and when all the company arose, I followed the Woiwode to the little door through which he usually retired to his chamber, where, in five or six minutes, I related to him the whole affair. He sighed, sympathized with me, and said I had indeed reason enough to wander four miles from the card-table. "I beseech your Highness," said I, "to assist me with your counsel." "In these sort of affairs it is impossible to interfere," he replied; "either much must be done, or nothing." So saying, he retreated to his chamber. I put on my pelisse, got into my carriage, drove home, and slept six hours. Waking at five o'clock in the morning, I debated in my mind what course I ought to pursue. Much, or nothing! The nothing I rejected; I must therefore decide for the much; and, consequently, either kill Branicki, or oblige him to kill me, provided he would honour me so far as to fight with me. Should he insult me by refusing this, nothing remained but to assassinate him, though, in doing this, I exposed myself to the risk of perishing by the hand of the executioner. My resolution was fixed. The duel must take place four miles from Warsaw, since the Starostei embraced a circuit of this extent around the town; and those who fought within the limits were amenable to a capital punishment. I therefore, with all due forms of politeness, wrote a challenge to Branicki, which I will here transcribe: 5th March 1776, 5 o'clock A.M. NOBLE SIR! Yesterday evening, your Excellency was pleased to insult me, without having either right or cause for doing so. I have reason to believe that I am in your way, and that you would willingly dismiss me from the ranks of the living. I have both power and inclination for giving your Excellency an opportunity to do so. Have the goodness to convey me in your carriage to a place, where, in conformity to the laws of Poland, you would be safe from punishment, should I be destined to fall, and where, in like manner, I should be in security, should Heaven favour me so far as to allow me to kill your Excellency. The high sense I entertain of your magnanimity induces me, noble Sir, to make you this proposition. I have the honour to remain, Your Excellency's Most devoted and obedient Servant, CASANOVA. An hour before day-break, I sent my servant with this note to the Count's apartments in the palace, (which, as I before observed, were contiguous to those of the king,) de Delighted with my good fortune, I lost no time in answering, that I would wait upon him at six o'clock the following morning, for the purpose of ending our quarrel in some place of security. He replied, that I must appoint the weapons and the place, and that the whole thing must be settled that very day. Upon this I sent him the measure of my sword, which was two-and-thirty inches, still leaving to him the choice of the ground, provided it were beyond the limits of the Starostei. Immediately after, I received the following note: To this I replied very briefly, that business obliged me to remain at home the whole day; and as I was quite determined not to enter his house, unless it were on the road to the place where we were to fight, he must excuse me for sending back his carriage. An hour after, came the Count himself, leaving his attendants without, while he entered my chamber; and sending away three or four persons who were with me on business, he then locked the door, and took his station beside me on the bed, on which I was sitting at my writing. As I could not well understand the meaning of all this, I laid hold of a pair of pocket pistols, which lay upon my toilette. "I am not come here," said he, "with the intention of murdering you, but merely to give you notice, that when I accept a challenge, I never defer its execution to the following day. VOL. XI. "But I have got my will to make," said I. "Your will, too! Then you are reallyafraid of dying! Make yourself easy-you need not make your will for fifty years to come." "But what objection," said I, can your Excellency have to putting off the duel till to-morrow?" "A very clear one; because we should both be put under arrest today, by order of the King." "That cannot be," I replied, "un. less you have given his Majesty intimation of the affair." "I! You make me laugh-I know pretty well what is fit to be done on these occasions. You have not called me out in vain. I will give you satisfaction to-day, or never." 66 duel too much at heart to afford you Very well, then. I have this any pretext for withdrawing from it. Come and fetch me, therefore, but not till after dinner, as I shall require to be fortified for the occasion." "With pleasure-I shall sup after the duel. Apropos-what was your meaning in sending me the measure of your sword? I intend to fight with pistols; with those whom I do not know, I never make use of the sword." "How do you mean those whom you do not know? I can call twenty people in Warsaw to witness that I am no adept in fighting. I do not like to fight with pistols, and you cannot oblige me to it. Here is your own letter, in which you leave the choice of the weapons to me." "That is true enough; strictly speaking, you are in the right, as I see I did leave the choice with you. But you are too much a man of the world, not to consent to the pistols, when I tell you this will really be doing me a favour. It is the least B complaisance you can show me. In reality, there is less danger with pistols, as the shot seldom takes effect; and if mine misses, I give you my word we will fight with swords, as long as ever you wish. Will you then do me this favour?" "You speak so eloquently, I quite delight in listening to you, and I really am happy to be able to afford you this barbarous enjoyment, in which, after all, I perhaps may somewhat participate myself. I there fore agree to the change you propose, but only on these conditions: You shall bring two pistols, both of which must be loaded in my presence, and I must take my choice. If we miss our aim, we will then fight with swords till one of us bleeds, but no longer. If this satisfies you, all is settled, as I am prepared for every thing, even for death. Come and fetch me at three o'clock, and we will choose a place where the arm of justice cannot reach us." Very good," said he; "you are really a man worth knowing. You must allow me to embrace you, but give me your word of honour not to say a syllable of this to any one. Should it transpire, we are inevitably arrested." "How can you imagine I would incur such a risk, when I would willingly walk ten miles to acquire the honour you are going to confer upon me?" "So much the better-the thing is then settled. We meet again at three o'clock." As soon as he had left me, I sealed up all the King's papers, and sent for Campioni, the opera dancer, a man in whom I knew I might confide. "You will give me back this packet in the evening," said I, " if I am then alive; if not, carry it to the King, and explain the circumstances of the case; but bear in mind, that I am for ever dishonoured, if a word of this transpires beforehand, and that any indiscretion on your part would make me your most inveterate enemy." (To be concluded in our next.) CHARACTERS OMITTED IN CRABBE'S PARISH REGISTER. No. II. Register of Births-The Surgeon's Apprentice. John Marshall was a sprightly, thoughtless boy; For ever thoughtless, and for ever gay; Behind a surgeon's counter, novels read Shut shop-went out-at two, came home to bed. Kate Logan bloom'd-a beauty of sixteen, And was what girls in nonage oft are seen. In short, the maiden was John's counterpart, Her head as empty, and as light her heart; She dress'd, she flirted, flutter'd on the wing, A gaudy butterfly, in early spring; Unapprehensive of the April storm, That yet might come, to spoil her slender form. They pair'd and cross'd, exchanging glance for glance; She simper'd, blush'd, and spread her triumphs wide; The foolish fluttering of her little heart. John led her home-next morning made his call- That nought the stubborn parents' hearts would melt, Invited all, who held their lives in care, To purchase physic, health, and safety there. But soon they found him turn'd a squalling brat, If mortals laugh, or cry, or wake, or sleep, The wheels of time their constant motion keep: Slow o'er their heads another year has pass'd, And Poverty's dark shades were thickening fast. John found that Katherine's cheek had lost its bloom; And on his brow she mark'd the low'ring gloom; On love they once could breakfast, dine, and sup, But found it now an almost empty cup. She sigh'd and wept; John frown'd and rail'd at fate, His sidelong glance accusing hapless Kate; And both deplor'd their folly, when too late. While they with want, and growing coldness strove, What could he do? or whither steer his course? The shipwreck'd crew forsook the dreary scene: Such are the woes by childish folly wrought; Ye fond and thoughtless, read-let me not sing in vain. Register of Marriages.-Widow Wilmot. THE prudent surgeon, with a tender heart, In danger's hour performs a painful part; |