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earthen-ware? What had she not felt during those few but long moments? Her woman's heart melted within her; and instead of seizing the precious porcelain, she caught the dripping boy in her arms-half smothered him with kisses, and vowed that her home should be his home, and her fortune his fortune. And she kept her word, she provided amply and kindly for Dinah and her daughters; but Moses is her heir, and he lives at the Manor Farm, and is married to the prettiest woman in the country; and Mrs. Martha has betaken herself to the Pond-side, with a temper so much ameliorated, that the good farmer declares the greatest risk his children run is, of being spoilt by aunt Martha-one in particular, her godson who has inherited the name and the favor of his father, and is her own especial little Moses.

PAGANINI.

ANONYMOUS.

It was announced one morning, that Paganini would, that evening, give a concert at the Grand Opera, previous to his departure for London. This was an occasion not to be missed; and I stationed myself at the door of the theatre about two hours before the time for opening. The crowd was immense; and though I stood in a favorable place for getting in, the house seemed absolutely crowded before I entered though a few minutes only had elapsed from the first opening of the doors. After a long overture played by the orchestra, the curtain was raised, and in a few moments this singular man came forward alone upon the stage. His appearance is very remarkable; his tall, thin and bending figure; his long hair combed back and descending upon his shoulders; the strange expression of his countenance, which has something in it almost supernatural, a mixture of good-nature and diabolical sneering; all become strongly impressed upon the mind, and serve to in

crease the effect produced by his music. He advanced slowly to the front of the stage, with a very awkward, one-sided motion, and bowed to the audience, who received him with the warmest applause.

There he stood, for a minute or two, looking at the splendid scene before him, of an immense theatre filled to overflowing, and brilliantly lighted; then bowed again to the reiterated plaudits, in his excessively awkward manner; and after that, pulled out his cambric handkerchief, wiped his fingers, and raised his violin, as if about to commence. The profoundest silence immediately ensued: but something seemed to be wrong, and he took away his violin again, giving a most satanic grin at the disappointment of the audience. This only called forth more applause. He raised the violin again: the noise was instantly hushed to the deepest stillness, and the first note of his magic instrument was, heard. It was unlike that of any other one, and could be clearly distinguished, even when the whole orchestra was playing. There was a richness in the tones, something like the reedy sound of a fine open diapason.

As the player proceeded, the attention of the audience became more and more fixed, as their wonder was excited and increased, by the successive powers which he displayed. The most rapid and inconceivable execution seemed to cost this wonderful man no trouble; but the notes appeared to glide from his bow without his volition. Occasionally he rose on the

scale far above the reach of ordinary instruments and the tones came out clear, liquid, and sweet, like the warbling of a bird; then he descended to the lowest notes, as if amusing himself with the compass of his instrument. Indeed, through the whole performance, he had the air of playing for his own amusement, rather than that of his audience. At the end of some of his most difficult passages, he gave his bow a flourish in the air, as if he was triumphing in his superior skill. The strange and almost infernal sounds he produced, which gently faded into the sweetest and most delicious, before the ear became shocked by them; the wildness and abruptness of his transitions; the prodigious power displayed in his execution, combined with the odd looks and disagreeable expression of the man; and the conciousness that there was not, at the time, nor ever had been, any performer in the world to compare with him, gave an unusual effect to the exhibition, and inspired, universally, a sensation of almost superstitious awe; as if the being, who thus riveted the attention and stole away the faculties of his hearers, were possessed of more than mortal powers and, for my own part, I felt as if I were in the actual presence of the great enemy himself.

THE OLD CORPORAL.

BERANGER.

1.

WITH shoulder'd arms and charg'd fusil,
On, gallant comrades, on go you;
I've still my pipe and your good will,
Come, give me now my last adieu!
To grow so old I have done ill;

But you, who fame have yet to reap, -
I was your father in the drill, -

Soldiers, pace keep!

Nay, do not weep, -
No, do not weep!

March on

pace keep,

pace keep pace keep!

Condemn me, as it is their wont,
And the Old Corporal must die.
By taunt and temper hurried on,

My sword would from its scabbard leap:-
But, then, I've served Napoleon!