ward, and fell again upon her pillows. I heard her sobs, and am assured disappointment at not seeing her firstborn child then occasioned them.

The emperor took a wax-light, and carefully perused my face; every line in it was scrutinised. "There has been some mistake," he uttered; but there was hope in the accent. " I have been imposed upon, either by Colonel Lindorf, or by that plotting miscreant Keimer, thy enemy, Theresa, whom I shall detest, even if his affirmation be true. What is thy name?"

I answered, without hesitation, "I am called Albert; I have no other name."

"Who was thy father? Look up, Theresa! be not dismayed; I feel thou art calumniated. Speak, young man ; answer my question."

"I am the reputed son of the late Baron Von L; but not born in honourable marriage bonds."

"Who was thy mother? Nay, droop not thus, dearest! Thou shalt have justice on thy detractors, my Theresa!"

"Let me behold him nearer, Leopold," said the most melodious voice in the world. I approached the sofa, and knelt before it.

"Kneel not to me!" almost shrieked this lovely woman; whilst a deadly paleness passed across her features,"thou art no child of mine."

"I know it, madam," I replied with calmness; " but I kneel because you are the beloved of my king, and resemble beings of another world; for sure naught on earth was ever yet so fair!"

The emperor smiled, and said, "Young man, thou hast good taste; and art, besides, of the same opinion as thy sovereign. But knowest thou not who brought one so bold_and handsome, too, into this world? Thou art an honour to thy mother, be she who she may."

I bowed to the compliment. This was said good-humouredly. I saw all the danger was over. And we were dismissed.

Before I quitted Vienna, I was admitted to a private audience of this far-famed beauty, so well known in German history. She desired all her attendants to leave her, with the exception of the chief lady of the bedchamber.

"So, you are returning to the châ

teau of L—————,” said she, looking upon me with those dovelike eyes, that ever made the heart thrill beneath their magic influence. She had a knot of blue ribbon that confined her redundant tresses, and the long ends floated down from behind her head. Her dress was simple in the extreme, but of the finest texture, and of the purest white muslin, soft and full, which fell into the richest drapery. She had the portrait of the king set in brilliants that adorned her arm, it being fastened with several chains of the most exquisite workmanship in gold. She rose from her harp on my entrance, and gave me her hand to kiss. Never before had I seen a hand so perfect. Although the mother of a son of twenty years of age, she looked not more than that herself, from the fairness of her skin, and the youthfulness of her form.

"Your grace, I set off to-morrow."

"Have the kindness to present this ring to the young baron, your friend,” said she, with much emotion, handing me one made from a table diamond, and engraved with, "Such is my affec tion." "Tell your friend that the Duchess of No; say not the duchess, but that Theresa sends him that, as a pledge of

"I think I know all madame would say," said I, interrupting in my turn.

"Stay," cried the duchess; "give it me back a moment;" and it was restored. I saw a tear fall on it. "Tell him, sir," she said, "that you saw a glistening drop upon that pure surface; but that She stopped,

and hesitated.

"I will tell him, madam, that the tear I saw upon that diamond was far more precious than the gem it honoured. Oh, that it might never evaporate, but live there, as it now stands, the most sacred drop that is on earth. And I placed the ring reverentially within its case, and deposited it in my bosom.

There was a pause of some moments. Theresa was overcome with the depth of her feelings, nor did she seek to restrain them. At length, taking an emerald ring from her own finger, in the shape of a heart, she held it towards me. "This, sir," she said, "is for one of the most disinterested men on earth." I hesitated to hold out my hand to receive it, coupled with such terms of praise. "Waldorf!" she softly uttered, "this is for you, my Albert's faithful friend."

The emperor entered as she spake ; but delight and confidence were upon his brow. "Ah, my new colonel!" he exclaimed; "what, kissing hands on your promotion?"

"Colonel Richestein is departing from Vienna; he goes at day-break. I am giving him this token for his

"

"Gallantry," interrupted the monarch; "for as yet, our lady-love, you know but little else of his merits or demerits. But he admires thee, Theresa, and he has had courage enough to say so before his king, who might have taken such an avowal another way; but, by my father's bones, I like the lad the better for his taste. Here, sir colonel, wear this sword, and tell the people who admire it, thy sovereign took it from his own side to give it thee. And now farewell, for I am engaged to play with this lady a game of picquet."

My heart languished to see again my brother. I set off early the next morning, but had not proceeded far when I met, or seemed to meet- for it was nothing but an illusion, the young Baron Von L, as he was now openly acknowledged to be, on my favourite Arabian horse. He drew up close to my carriage, put his white hand upon the window- the horse pawing all the time, as was his wont,-and said openly, as plainly as if he had spoken from his cradle," Why did you take that ring from her who was Theresa, but who is now a sovereign's bride? Wear it, Waldorf; wear it yourself, for you deserve it. I am going in search of Eva,' the destined wife of my friend. There can be but one such Eva in all the world, and I have obtained a clue to find her."

His voice-that is, the voice of this apparition-in tone and modulation much resembled that of his mother; but, knowing his infirmity, it filled me with terror. "Is he, too, dead?" I cried aloud, clasping my hands, and throwing myself back into the carriage. A long fit of somnambulism followed, and when I awoke, it was in a place I had never seen before-a romantic cottage on the borders of the Danube. My brother was hanging over me, whilst at a short distance stood a young creature fairer even in my eyes than the beautiful Theresa herself. She was not more than sixteen years old, and had the innocent look of a child.

At first I believed that I was again the sport of illusions; but, no,--my brother actually spoke, and presented to me Eva, yes, spoke, clearly, eloquently, affectionately. I put my hand to my head, for all seemed dreamlike. I questioned whether I myself was alive or not. Wonders after wonders were crowding upon me. "Surely," cried I, "I am the sport of madness, -I am, I feel I am, insane!"

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"One of my temptations is over, my beloved Waldorf," said my brother, tenderly. Through your means the stain is taken from the character of my mother. When I was a mere boy, before you ever knew me, I had become acquainted with her shame, and my own illegitimacy. I learned, no matter how, that if I would abjure the use of speech for ten entire years, without articulating a single word, means would be found to retrieve my mother's honour, and bring her into high station, and the favour of her sovereign. This task I have performed, and my mother is what you have seen her. Repentance has washed away her offences; and though I dare not openly see her, as my resemblance to her would betray me, yet here, in this sweet retirement with her young friend, the Baroness Eva of Scagonvold, I may sometimes be blest in her society,- for my mother in heart is virtuous. It was her mother who sold her, when almost an infant, to him now gone to give an account of that seduction. It was she who had her also introduced to the emperor, and accomplished her second fall. She can do no more; death has interrupted her plotting : she died on the same day you left Vienna."

Like the shifting scenes of a drama had lately been my life. IIere was I located in the same delightful country retreat with Theresa, the wife of the emperor, her son, and the charming young baroness, during the absence of the emperor, who was gone to pay a visit to the Elector of Bavaria, and had allowed his Theresa to recruit her health with that of her youngest child, in company with her favourite maid of honour, Eva de S

This was the happiest period of my life. A new and absorbing passion seized me for the young baroness. I proposed and was accepted; for though no longer possessed absolutely of the estates and barony of my late father,

all its revenue was at my disposal. Besides, Theresa had undertaken to provide for me, and my young mistress was an heiress of very large possessions.

All went on most delightfully, at least to me, for I was too much engrossed to think much of others; when the emperor returned, and Theresa and her youngest son were recalled to the imperial palace. Eva accompanied her mistress; and my brother and myself, to break a little this painful separation, went forward for a little tour.

The varied beauties of that majestic river the Rhine have been so often described and painted, that I shall say nothing more than that we enjoyed them together. Eva was the subject of our constant conversation, and the unceasing theme of my own thoughts. Not content with following up the margin of the Rhine, we branched off, to pursue the course of some of its tributary streams. The Moselle, celebrated for its wine, broad and violent; the clear and silver Meüse; and the silent Maine, with its thousands of nightingales in its fairy islands; and numberless little groves. Then the tempestuous foaming Aär, dashing along, as if to demand superiority by its incessant noise; yet of them all the most shallow and turbid,-an emblem of the prating consequential people we meet with in the world. The man of sense and the philosopher never speaks until he has something to say either to instruct or to amuse.

"My dear brother," at length I said, "I am most anxious to know what says that mysterious ancient record concerning Eva. I have been reluctant to look at it since that evening I saw the spirits of my parents. Let us return and consult it now."

"It is better not," returned my brother, whom when we were alone I ever loved to address by the name of Albert; "all is delightful to you at present,— dive not into futurity." But my wilfulness returned; I resolved that I would read the record, and, as Albert predicted, my peace was broken by it.

I there learnt that my beloved brother was languishing with a fatal passion for the girl I loved; that she was made the instrument of a deadly temptation to him,- for I found he had but to declare his passion to her, and she would instantly prefer him to me: that pique, more than love, had made

her consent to accept me, as Albert never sought her affection, and that he knew this well; but, rather than underinine my happiness, was sinking quietly into the grave.

I must here observe, that in the wondrous record of the Devil's Diary, only the temptations worked by the Prince of Darkness were to be found. The result of such temptations it was not permitted this fallen angel to discern ; for man, being a creature of free-will, he had the power to resist them, or to suffer himself to be overcome; consequently there were two chains of events laid out, as in a chart, that followed such selection. I traced this divaricating chain, and read as follows:

"If he (Waldorf) gives way to selfishness, and marries Eva, from that moment I gain a march upon him. His heart will become deadened; he will lose all human sympathies; he will in all things disregard the feelings of others; himself will become his own idol even the cherished prize herself will be at length disregarded; he will not care for her tears, he will be callous to her sufferings. He will feel a passion for other women, and will become a seducer, a voluptuary, an assassin ; and he will fall ultimately under my sway, losing his allegiance to the name I dare not utter. But, if he relinquishes this girl, another and a happier course for him opens upon him Here age had totally eradicated the characters in the manuscript; but I had read enough, and took my steps accordingly.

"My brother!" cried I, after looking for some time at the altered cheek and languid air of him so inexpressibly dear to me, "I have been thinking that this beautiful girl introduced to me by yourself, and your mother's dearest friend, would suit you much better than myself. Tell me openly, candidly, should you like to marry Eva?"

Tempt me not, my own Waldorf," answered Albert, "with such a question; mock me not with such a thought. She is beloved by you, and you are affianced. Forgive me, for a faintness overpowers me; I am often so of late;" and he would have departed.

"Oh, what a selfish wretch have I been!" said I, vehemently, "not to have divined this before. Endowed, too, with second sight, yet suffer my brother to die, all unmoved? What is

"Oh name her not!" said the poor youth, almost dying with confusion. "How learned you the weakness of my nature? But why ask this of you, who have such gifts? It cannot be. Who would be selfish then?"

"Not you, dear brother; you have sufficiently proved that; but hear me swear: I relinquish from this moment every right in that fair girl. She is yours, and may you both be happy!"

It is far easier to make one great sacrifice, dazzled by its very splendour, than to think afterwards of what we have lost. Great actions may be achieved as if by the force of a thunderbolt; but difficult is it to keep up a constant succession of them, or to hold the mind steady to the point of greatness. The charms of Eva were constantly before my eyes, and sometimes (being naturally a sceptic) I had doubts whether all that I had read in this strange roll might be true. "The devil is the father of lies," I would often say; "and this very record may be thrown into my way only to cheat me of my happiness." Then, too, so weak is human nature, I was con

stantly thinking of the sacrifice I had already made to Albert's peace. Might I not by a single word, when before the emperor, have brought disgrace upon Theresa, ruin upon himself? Had I but said "Sire, he who has ever been called Albert, and is this lady's son, now revels in my name, my property; send for him, and satisfy yourself." Had I said this, or less than this, what would have become of their fine device? For the monarch's wrath would have been so excited, that incarceration or death would have been the consequence. Had I not taken his position all unasked, totally disregarding self? Was I not considered, in consequence, without name, parentage, connexions, or real inheritance,-a dependant, and a mark for scorn?

Whether I continued firm to my first resolve, or, with the backsliding of human infirmity, thought more of present gratification than future good, will be seen in the sequel. Should it be found that the baser part of my nature prevailed, that the evil principle predominated, surely there will be nothing wondrous in my choice. How many are there who, knowing as well as I did that one path presented to them would lead to virtue and future blessedness, the other to vice and certain misery, yet wilfully prefer the latter. I have much more to say.

WE believe that the British public is too little aware of the nature and efforts of Jesuitism in this country. What is here called Roman Catholicism may be, and no doubt is, in the estimate of the Romish laity, the great majority of which is made up of the illiterate, a religion in which they have embarked their souls; but in the hands of the Romish hierarchy, Popery is another name for Jesuitism, and Jesuitism the process by which they anticipate the immolation of Protestantism as a holocaust, and the surrender of the liberties and freedom of England to the papal power. The Romish priests are many of them sheer infidels, and others mere mechanical tools in their employment; and a few so strongly persuaded of the

truth and inspiration of the absurdities they teach, that they are ready to do or dare any thing to perpetuate them. The one grand end of every Jesuit, from those of Stoneyhurst to those of Rome,

from M'Hale to Ignatius Loyola, is the supremacy of the papal church and authority. Toward this they must bend every energy, and for this they are at liberty to prostrate truth, and honesty, and chastity, and all the graces. The pope wrote to Henry IV. of France, desiring him to revoke the edict which banished the Jesuits of France. To this, Henry IV., Roman Catholic as he was, replied in the following words:

"Sur la demande pour les Jésuites, j'ai repondu au légal ingénuement, que

si j'avais deux vies, j'en donnerais volontiers une au contentement du SaintPère, mais que n'en ayant qu'une je la dois conserver pour la sainteté et la Chrétienté; puisque ces gens se montraient encore si passiones et entreprenants où ils étaient demeurés en mon royaumes, qu'ils étaient insupportables continuant à seduire mes sujets à faire leurs menées, non tant pour convaincre et convertir ceux de la religion que pour prendre pied et autorité en mes états, et s'enricher et accroitre aux dépens d'un chacun, pouvant dire mes affaires n'avoit prospère, ni ma personne avoir été en sureté que depuis que les Jésuites ont été bannis d'ici. Il serait impossible qu'en France ils fussent vus de bon œil, et souffets par ceux qui aiment ma vie et mon repos."

We wish our queen may also add what a historian of the order of Loyola subjoins to this extract:"Ce que le meilleur des rois pensait des Jésuites nous le pensons aussi."

M. Thomas, in 1826, published, at Paris, a valuable compendium of Jesuitism, under the title of Etrennes aux Jésuites. In this work he publishes a calendar of the deeds canonised and authorised by the Jesuits.

The commemoration for the 13th of

February is as follows: In 1583, Father William Crichton, a Jesuit, requested Robert the Bruce to engage an assassin for the murder of the Scottish chancellor. The impious Bruce refused, and Father Crichton denounced him to the Inquisition. The chancellor was confined five months in it, and the reverend father quietly pursued his noble designs.

For April, we find the following commendatory notices :

1. The fete of the Gunpowder Plot, a plenary indulgence.

2. The martyrdom of the reverend brothers Garnet and Oldecorne, the authors of this courageous enterprise, the object of which was to annihilate at a blow the Protestantism of England. An indulgence for all their assistants.

3. The arrêt of parliament, which condemned them to be hanged. Miserere mei, &c.

August 3. Saint Escobar proves that a man proscribed by the pope may be put to death over all the world. A long and brilliant panegyric on the reverend father.

October 17. Suarez, in his book entitled a Defence of the Catholic Faith, concludes that a king excommunicated by the pope may be put to death.

Tambourinus says,-" A son may desire the death of his parent, to enjoy more speedily his property; because he does not rejoice in the death of his parent, but in the succession; because he does not wish evil to his parent, but good to himself."

But by their fruits the holy brotherhood will be best known.

In 1582, an attempt was made to assassinate the Prince of Orange, under the direction of the Jesuits.

In 1584, William of Nassau, Prince of Orange, was assassinated by a villain who was taught, by the Jesuits, that for this angels would receive him in heaven.

In 1593, Jean Chatel made an attempt to murder Henri IV., under the direction of the Jesuit Guignard.

In 1604, the Jesuits were driven from Milan, on account of their impurities.

In 1605, the Jesuits kindled a civil war in Russia.

In 1606, they tried the Gunpowder Plot in England, and Garnet and Oldecorne received the crown of martyrdom.

In 1610, the Jesuits were expelled from India, and from China, for their dishonesty and their crimes.

In 1616, they were driven from Bohemia, as the disturbers of the country.

In 1615, the holy fathers were implicated in a conspiracy against the Life of Louis XIII. They tried, also, to poison Louis XIV. and the Danphin. A priest denounced their conduct; and, at the age of 82, the loyal priest was cast into the Bastille, for having tried to save his king and the heir-presumptive to the throne.

In 1643, they were driven from Malta for their depravity.

In 1713, they procured the infamous bull Unigenitus, which Drs. Doyle and Murray, of the Irish papal hierarchy, and of the company of Jesus, declare to be obligatory on the priests of Ireland.

And, at the same time, the Jesuit Jouvency, the historian of the order, confers the names of martyrs and saints on the assassins of kings and princes.

In 1729, they were expelled the Savoy.