Notice to Correspondents.

Several contributions have been unavoidably postponed to our no number; among these is the Poem of" The Dying Buccaneer."

THE

CALCUTTA MAGAZINE.

No. I. JANUARY, 1830.

THE DEAD GUEST.

[From the German.]

THE DEPARTURE.

Watteville had scarcely left the university two years, and occupied himself as an unsalaried registrar of a provincial town, when the trumpet of the holy war was sounded. The liberation of Germany from the yoke of the French conqueror was the object aimed at by the patriots. A holy eagerness pervaded the nation, and the shout of "FREEDOM AND MY COUNTRY" was heard, in every town and village. Thousands and thousands of enthusiastic young men flocked round the sacred standard. My friend Watteville having imbibed the holy zeal, changed the pen for the sword.

As he had lost his parents and was yet a minor, he wrote for permission to join the struggle for the liberty of his country and requested a 100 thaler as travelling money from Mr. Guyot his tutor, an old and eccentric man in the small town of Herbesheim. He sent the following letter with 15 Louis d'or in gold. "My friend, when you are one year older, you may dispose of yourself and the small remainder of your fortune agreeably to your own pleasure. Till then I beg you will postpone your patriotic march, and mind your own affairs, that you may obtain a livelihood. I know my duty, and what I owe to my friend, your late father. Pray cease your giddy projects and become more sober, I dont send you a kreutzer. I am," &c.

The gift of the 15 Louis d'or was a strange but not disagreeable contradiction to the letter, that Watteville would not for a long time have been able to explain, had he not happened to cast his eyes on the paper in which the money was wrapped, on which he JANUARY 1830.

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read the following words-" Don't be discouraged; march, fo holy cause of poor Germany. May God protect you! Th the sincere wish of your early playmate AMELIA." Amelia the daughter of Mr. Guyot.

Watteville was more gratified by the heroism of the than the receipt of the money, which probably was taken her savings. He wrote immediately to a friend in Herbes inclosing some lines to Amelia expressive of his gratitude pleasure, and departed to join the army.

THE INCOGNITO.

I shall not relate Watteville's martial adventures; s it to say that he was present in the hottest actions and beh nobly. Napoleon was sent to Elba. Watteville did no turn home like the other volunteers but accepted of a li nancy in a regiment of infantry. He was better pleased wit life of a soldier than a lawyer. His regiment joined the se campaign against France, and he returned home, at last, ami sounds of trumpets and triumphal songs.

Watteville though he was present in two great battles various skirmishes, had the good fortune to return free wounds. He flattered himself that as a reward for his valo conduct in the service of his country he might speedily obta civil employment. But he found himself disappointed.

He remained therefore a lieutenant and though Mr. G his old tutor, had long ago sent him the balance of his smal ternal property all of which had vanished, he rambled a in his garrison, made verses in the guard room, and philoso cal reflections on the parade. At last the troops were order remove, and his company had directions to march to Herbesl At the head of his company (for his captain, a rich baron, wa leave of absence) he entered his native town. How much di feel when he saw the high black steeple! At the town house drum ceased to beat. Two counsellors distributed the billets. the commander was of course quartered in the first house of town. It was Mr. Guyot's !

Mr. Guyot had quite forgotten him, and receiving him stranger showed him very civilly into a fine apartment. tain," said Mr. Guyot, "this and the adjoining rooms were cupied by your predecessor, pray make yourself at home."

Watteville preserved his incognito. As soon as he had ch ed his dress, dinner was announced. At the dinner table he fo besides Mr. and Mrs. Guyot and various visitors all of who recognized, a young lady whom he could not recollect. The pany spoke of the regret of every one at the departure of the diers that Watteville had relieved.

"I hope" said Watteville "that you will have no less reason to be satisfied with my soldiers and myself when we have become familiar with you."

The captain, who was astonished at not seeing his play fellow Amelia, to whom he still owed the 15 Louis d'or, inquired of his hostess if she had any children.

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A daughter" replied Mrs. Guyot and pointed towards the young lady.

Watteville was thunderstruck. "Heavens!" thought he "what a superior being is the little Amelia grown!"

"Mrs. Guyot then mentioned with tears in her eyes, a son who died when very young. Dont grieve for him, my dear, said Mr. Guyot, who knows but he might have turned out as great a ragamuffin as Fritz."

Watteville felt not a little embarrassed, for the ragamuffin Fritz, was no other than himself.

"But do you know Papa if Fritz has continued such a wild fellow as you represent him?" said Amelia. The question warmed the Captain more thoroughly than the glass of Burgundy, which he had just raised to his lips.

There was a trace of old friendship in the question: Such an interesting question from such interesting lips, and put in so sweet and heart-moving a voice, could not but gild the bitter pills which Mr. Guyot unwittingly compelled him to swallow.

To justify his severe sentence he related to his guest, the history of Watteville's own follies. "If that fellow" said he, concluding his narration with a moral application, had applied himself to any good purpose in the university, he would not have inlisted amongst the Soldiers. Had he not become a Soldier, he might now have been a counsellor of State, and might at all events have gained an honest livelihood."

"I dont know" replied the daughter" whether he was industrious at the university, but I know that he went with a good heart to sacrifice himself for the holy cause."

"Do not always pester my ears with that holy cause," exclaimed Mr. Guyot, "whereabouts lies that holy trash? I ask where? The French are chased away, true, but the holy empire in spite of it is gone to the Devil. The old taxes are kept up, and new ones added. Those confounded Englishmen with their merchandize, are suffered to come here, as before, to spoil our markets and no one cares if we, the holy Germans, become holy beggars." Watteville perceived by this conversation that old Guyot was still the same lively, hot and eccentric being, with whom notwithstanding his singularities it was not possible to get angry. As it was necessary to pronounce a decision in the contest between father and daughter, the Captain had the prudence and complaisance to agree entirely, with the father, in respect to the

holy cause, which increased Mr. Guyot's good opinion of hi derstanding. But then as he could not directly condemn him he took the part of his fair intercessor, with regard to the heart with which Fritz had sacrificed himself for the supposed

cause.

"Observe now" exclaimed the old man "The Captain is sly than Paris with the three foolish maids of Troy; he cut: apple in two parts and gives each a bit."

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No, Mr. Guyot, your Fritz was in the wrong, but not so than many thousand other men. I too joined the march the liberation of Germany, and forsook every thing. Our mies, you know were destroyed, the nation was obliged to en masse. There was no time for hesitation, the sacrifice of blood and chattels for the honor of the nation, was dee necessary; that we have performed; now we may expect p perity. Our ablest statesmen cannot work miracles, and insta produce a paradise. For my part, at least, I do not repent steps I took."

"I have every respect," said Mr. Guyot with a low "every respect for your individual case. The exceptions an this world always the better part of the rule. But it certainl curious that we, peasants, citizens, merchants and manufactu should give our money for twenty years, to feed in time peace an ariny of a hundred thousand idle protectors of throne and to clothe them in velvet, silk and gold, and we in twenty first year when the protectors of the throne are destro - must rise ourselves, to bring the wheel again into its track."

THE DISCOVERY.

The discovery of Watteville's real name was made before knew of it. Mrs. Guyot a quiet well observing lady, who sp little but reflected more, as soon as she heard his voice, rem bered the boy's features, compared them with his m manly ones, and recognized him. His visible embarrassm when the conversation turned on the ragamuffin Fritz confirmed supposition. Yet not a word escaped her of her discovery. T she always used to act. No woman had a less womanish v of keeping her thoughts to herself, she suffered every one to spe as they chose, while she listened, compared, and drew her c clusions. Hence she always knew more than every one else the house and conducted imperceptibly all business and ent prises without many words; even her husband, that lively curi old man who of all thought to obey her the least, without s pecting it, obeyed her the most. That Watteville did not dis ver who he was, appeared to her somewhat suspicious, and s kept silent, to discover what might be his motive for acting s