Sierra Morena, he went down upon one knee, and fell to his task most inquisitively. Though the sack was already filled out to a very bloated size, yet there remained room for nearly all my linen and summer clothing, which was doubtless preferred in consideration of the approaching heats. My gold watch and seal went in search of its silver companion; for Señor Cuñado slipped it slily into his side pocket, and though there be no secrets among relations, I have my doubts whether to this day he has ever spoke of it to his brother-in-law.

'Meantime, our female companion had made acquaintance with the captain of the band, who for a robber was quite a conscientious and conversable person. He was a stout, athletic man, about forty years old, with a weather-beaten face and long whiskers, which grew chiefly under his chin, in the modern fashion, and like the beard of a goat. He gave orders not to open the trunk of the lady, and then went on to apologise for the trouble he was giving us, and had well nigh convinced us that he was doing a very praiseworthy act. He said that if the proprietors of the diligence would procure his pardon, and employ him as escort, he would serve them three months for nothing-" Tres meses de valde. Soy Felipe Cano, y, por mal nombre, el Cacaruco”— said he "I am Philip Cano, nicknamed the Cacaruco. No ratcatcher am I; but a regular robber. I have no other profession or means of bringing up a large family with any decency."

In twenty minutes after the arrival of these unwelcome visiters, they had finished levying their contribution, and drew together to move off. The double sack of the inspectors was thrown over the back of one of the horses that had been taken from the diligence; for in this part of the country the leaders of the teams were generally horses. The horse now loaded with such a singular burden was a spirited animal, and seemed to understand that all was not right; for he kicked away among the guns and sabres of the robbers, until one of them, thus roughly handled, drew his sword to kill him, and would have executed his purpose, had he not been restrained by Cacaruco. Before the robbers departed, the postilion told Cacaruco that he had nothing in the world but the two horses, and that if he lost them he was a ruined man: he begged him, at least, to leave him the poorer of the two. After a short parley, the request was granted, and then they moved off at a walk, talking and gesticulating, without once looking back. We kept sight of them for near half an hour, as they moved towards a ravine which lay at the foot of a neighbouring mountain.

'We now commenced packing up the remnant of our wardrobes. It was a sorrowful scene. Here a box emptied of some valuable articles, and the shavings in which it had been packed driven in every direction by the wind; there another, which had been broken in by the butt of a musket, that had passed with little ceremony through the shade of an astral lamp; here shirts, and there waistcoats-and there a solitary pair of red flannel drawers; everywhere, however, sorrowful faces and plaintive lamentations. I tried to console myself, as I

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locked my trunk, with reflecting upon the trouble I had found the day before in shutting it down-how I had tugged, and grated my teeth, and jumped upon it; but this was poor consolation. My little portmanteau, yesterday so bloated and big, now looked lean and flabby. I put my foot upon it, and it sunk slowly under the pressure. I now looked round for the robbers. They were still seen in the distance, moving away at a walk, and followed by the horse, upon which was mounted that insatiate sack, which would have touched the ground on either side, had it not been crammed so full as to keep it from touching the horse's ribs. There was a singular association of ideas between the fatness of the bag and the leanness of my trunk; and as I still stood with one foot on my trunk and turning my thumbs about each other, I set up a faint whistle, as a baffled man is apt to do. By a singular coincidence I happened to hit upon that very waltz in the Freyschutz, where the music seems to accompany the waltzers, and gradually dies away as they disappear from the stage; and that at a moment too when the robbers, having crossed a slight elevation, were descending into the hollow beyond. The apropos seemed excellent; so I continued to whistle, winding up as the heads of the robbers bobbed up and down, and just blew the last note as they sank below the horizon.'-p. 70-74.

We are tempted to make one more extract, which shows the worthy Lieutenant in a situation of more imminent jeopardy than any other page of his log-book. He had performed the journey from Cordova in one of those huge galeras or covered waggons, which, as they slowly toil across the naked plains of Spain, resemble great ships traversing the ocean. Among the motley crew of this ark was a Spanish curate, a handsome galliard priest of about thirty years of age, with whom the Lieutenant, with his usual facility, became very sociable. When they landed together in fair Seville's famous city,' the Lieutenant was for seeking an inn; but the provident priest, who had doubtless been accustomed to beat up that part of the country, recommended a casa de pupilos, or boarding-house; where they would find more comfort, more retirement, and, at the same time, more society.' A barber of Seville, with the proverbial promptness of his craft, pointed them out a house of the kind, kept by a widow lady, where they could not fail to be accommodated a gusto—that is, to their heart's content.

They accordingly approach a house, furnished in the delightful Andalusian style, with an interior court, and babbling fountain; they ascend a staircase, enter a saloon, the windows of which open on balconies, and are shaded by striped red and white awnings; and, for the rest, we leave the Lieutenant to tell his own story:

There were few ornaments here; unless, indeed, three young women the two daughters and niece of the ancient hostess-who sat

with their embroidery in the cool balcony, might be so esteemed. One of them was at least five-and-twenty; the next might be eighteen-a dark-haired, dark-eyed damsel, with a swarthy, Moorish complexion and passionate temperament. The niece was a little girl from Ecija, the native place of the whole family, who had come to Seville to witness the splendours of the holy week. She was just beginning to lose the careless animation, the simplicity, and the prattle of the child, in the suppressed demeanour, the softness, the voice and figure of a woman. She looked as though she might have talked and acted like a child a week or two ago in Ecija; but had been awakened to new and unknown feelings by the scenes of Seville. As for the Morisca, she touched the guitar and sang, not only with passion and feeling, but with no mean taste, for she went frequently to the Italian opera. The other two waltzed like true Andaluzas, as I had occasion to see that very evening.

'Such being the state of affairs, the curate and I decided that we would go no farther, and accordingly accepted the rooms that were offered us, and agreed to take our meals with the family. Nor did we afterwards regret our precipitation, for the house was in all things delightful. As for myself, it furnished me with a favourable opportunity of seeing something of those Sevillanas, of whose charms. and graces, of whose sprightliness and courtesy, I had already heard such favourable mention. With these, and some other specimens which I saw of the sex, as it is in Seville, I was indeed delighted; delighted with their looks, their words and actions, their Andalusian Spanish, their seducing accent, and their augmentatives and diminutives, from grandissimo to poquito and chiquili-ti-ti-to. Everything is very big or very little in the mouth of a Sevillana: she is a superlative creature, and is ever in the superlative.

There is one thing, however, in my situation in this casa de pupilos which was new and singular, to say nothing of its inconvenience, and which may furnish a curious study of Spanish customs. This was the position of my bedchamber. It had a grated window looking on the street, and a door opening into the court-yard. Next it was a long room, running to the back of the building. This also was a bed-chamber, and the bed-chamber of the old lady and of the three ninas of Ecija, who slept on cots ranged along the room. But it may not be amiss to tell how I came by this information. Now it chanced that the partition wall betwixt my room and this next did not extend to the ceiling, nor, indeed, more than two-thirds of the way up, the remainder being left open to admit a free circulation of air, and keep the rooms cool; for Seville, in summer, is little better than an oven. This being the case, I could hear everything that was going on next me. We used to commend each other to God over the wall very regularly, every night before going to sleep, and presently I used to hear the old woman snore. girls, however, would go on talking in a whisper, that they might not disturb their mother. In the morning again, we always woke at the same hour and with the customary salutations. Sometimes, too, I

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would be aroused in the dead of the night, and kept from sleeping for hours, just by the creaking of a cot, as one of my fair neighbours turned over; or may be on no greater provocation than the suppressed moan of a troubled dreamer, or the half-heard sigh of one just awoke from some blissful vision.'

We can readily imagine the anxiety of the reader to know how our modern Telemachus extricated himself from the perils of this island of Calypso, and we confess that we feel as mischievous pleasure in baulking his curiosity as did Yorick when he left untold the delicate dénouement of the affair of the corkingpins. If he wishes information on the subject, let him consult the book itself. In a word, we here take leave altogether of the Lieutenant, consigning him to the tender mercies of the fair Sevillanas, and the guardianship of his friend the curate-albeit that we vehemently suspect the latter of being very little of a Mentor.

Before concluding, we would again intimate to the reader, that though our extracts have been confined to personal adventures and travelling sketches, yet these volumes are by no means deficient in grave and judicious remark, and valuable information. The author has evidently tasked his erudition to intersperse his work with historical anecdote appertaining to the places visited; and in the latter part of the second volume there is an elaborate dissertation on the general state of Spain, containing much interesting and curious matter, the result of his reading and his observations. The worthy Lieutenant doubtless regards these recondite passages, which have cost him the most pains, as the most important parts of his work, and those most likely to give it weight and value with the world. He may be surprised and disappointed, therefore, should these pages meet his eye, at finding these, his more learned labours, unrecorded; while those lighter sketches and narrations only are cited which he has probably considered almost too trivial and personal for publication. Nothing, however, is easier and more common than to fill a book of travels with erudite information, the after gleaning and gathering of the closet; while nothing is more difficult and rare than to sketch with truth and vivacity, and at the same time with the air of a gentleman, those familiar scenes of life, and those groups and characters by the way-side, which place a country and its people immediately before our eyes, and make us the companions of the tourist.

We are sure that the extracts we have furnished will show our young American to possess this talent in no ordinary degree; and we think we can give him no better advice than, in any future work he may undertake, to let us have as much as possible of his personal adventures, and of the scenes and characters around him; assuring him, that when he is most egotistical he is most enter

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taining, and, in fact, most instructive. He belongs to a roving and eventful profession, likely to throw him into all kinds of circumstances and situations, conduct him to every country and clime, and afford an almost unlimited scope for his talent at narration and description. We anticipate, therefore, further and still more copious extracts from our gay and shrewd Lieutenant's log-book. May he long continue his cruizes by land and water; may he have as many adventures as Sindbad-and as happy an exit out of them; may he survive to record them all in a book, and we to have the pleasure of reviewing it!

ART. II.-Memoirs of John Frederic Oberlin, Pastor of Waldbach, in the Ban de la Roche. Compiled from Authentic Sources, chiefly in French and German. London. Svo. 1830. OBE BERLIN was one of those men who are so singularly favoured by Providence, as to find the particular station wherein there is the fullest employment for their peculiar talents, that employment being in entire accordance with their own inclinations also, and at the same time most beneficial to others, and consequently conducing most surely, and in every way, to their own great and enduring happiness. Had he been born a millennium earlier, he would have founded a monastery in some wilderness, and so planted the mustard-seed of civilization. Had he been contemporary with Hus or with Luther, he would probably have died at the stake. Now, as the pastor of a poor Protestant flock, in one of the wildest parts of France, he has led a life not less laborious, not less signally virtuous, and even more remarkable, than if it had been crowned by canonization or by martyrdom; more useful too in these times, because it affords an instance of heroic charity and enthusiastic zeal, keeping strictly within the bounds of order and duty, presenting thus an example, which, wherever imitable, may safely and profitably be imitated.

Oberlin was born at Strasbourg, on the last day of August, 1740. His father, who was a person of considerable attainments, held an office in the Gymnasium, which was founded in that city at the same time as the Lutheran University there, and intended as a preparatory school for it. He was much respected, though in straitened circumstances; and his hours of leisure were devoted to the instruction of his nine children. Those children were blest also with an excellent mother, who trained them diligently in the way that they should go. Their evening's amusement was to sit round the table copying drawings, which their father had made for them, the mother meantime reading aloud;

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