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Ottilia in the wildest corner of Ire- / gratify almost every stranger who land, where I never should have came into his native town. thought to hear her gentle name? Any old place with which I have Walking on that very Urrisbeg once been familiar (as, perhaps, I have Mountain under whose shadow I before stated in these " Confessions” heard Ottilia's name, Mackay, the — but never mind that) is in some learned author of “ The Flora Pat- sort dear to me; and were I Lord landica,” discovered the Mediterra- Shootingcastle or Colonel Popland, I nean heath, — such a flower as I think after a residence of six months have often plucked on the sides of there I should love the Fleet Prison. Vesuvius, and as Proserpine, no As I saw the old familiar pipe, I took doubt, amused herself in gathering as it down, and crammed it with Cavenshe strayed in the fields of Enna. dish tobacco, and lay down on a sofa, Here it is — the self-same flower, and puffed away for an hour well-nigh, peering out at the Atlantic from thinking of old, old times. Roundstone Bay; here, too, in this “ You're very entertaining to-night, wild lonely place, nestles the fragrant Fitz,” says young Blake, who had memory of my Ottilia !

made several tumblers of Punch for In a word, after a day on Bally. me, which I had gulped down withlynch Lake (where, with a brown tly out saying a word. “Don't ye think and a single hair, I killed fourteen ye'd be more easy in bed than snortsalmon, the smallest twenty-nine ing and sighing there on my sofa, and pounds weight, the largest some groaning fit to make me go hang where about five stone ten), my young myself?' friend Blake Bodkin Lynch Browne “I am thinking, Blake,” says I, (a fine lad who has made his con “about Pumpernickel, where oid tinental tour) and I adjourned, after Speck gave you this pipe.” dinner, to the young gentleman's “ 'Deed he did," replies the young private room, for the purpose of man; “and did ye know the old smoking a certain cigar; which is Bar'n?never more pleasant than after a hard "I did,” said I. “My friend, I day's sport, or a day spent in-doors, have been by the banks of the Bendeor after a good dinner, or a bad one, meer. Tell me, are the nightingales or at night when you are tired, or in still singing there, and do the roses the morning when you are fresh, or still bloom? of a cold winter's day, or of a scorch “ The hwhat ? cries Blake. ing summer's afternoon, or at any

“ What the divvle, Fitz, are you other moment you choose to fix growling about ? Bendemeer Lake's upon.

in Westmoreland, as I preshume; and What should I see in Blake's room as for roses and nightingales, I give but a rack of pipes, such as are to be ye my word it's Greek ye're talkfound in almost all the bachelors' ing to me.” And Greek it very posrooms in Germany, and amongst them sibly was, for my young friend, though was a porcelain pipe-head bearing the as good across country as any man in image of the Kalbsbraten pump ! his county, has not the fine feeling There it was : the old spout, the old and tender perception of beauty which familiar allegory of Mars, Bacchus, may be found elsewhere, dear madam. Apollo virorum, and the rest, that I "Tell me about Speck, Blake, and had so often looked at from Hofar- Kalbsbraten, and Dorothea, and Klinchitect Speck's window, as I sat there genspohr her husband.” by the side of Dorothea. The old “ He with the cut across the nose, is gentleman had given me one of these it ?” cries Blake. "I know him well, very pipes; for he had hundreds of and his old wife." them painted, wherewith he used to “His old what, sir !” cries Fitz

my foot.'

“ has

Boodle, jumping up from his seat. | German albums, in which good sim“ Klingensphor's wife old ! - Is he ple little ledger every friend or acmarried again ? — Is Dorothea, then, quaintance of the owner inscribes a d-d-dead?

poem 'or stanza from some favorite “Dead ! - no more dead than you poet or philosopher with the transcribare, only I take her to be five and er's own name, as thus :thirty. And when a woman has had nine children, you know, she looks “To the true house-friend, and beloved none the younger; and I can tell ye,

Irelandish youth. that when she trod on my corruns at “Sera nunquam est ad bonos mores a ball at the Grand Juke's, I felt via.' something heavier than a feather on

" WACKERBART,

“Profesçox at the Grand-Ducal Kalbsbrat. * Madame de Klingensphor, then," “en-Pumpernickelisch Gymnasium." replied I, hesitating somewhat, grown rather — rather st-st-out?I

Another writes, – could

hardly get out the out, and trem “Wander on roses and forget me not.' bled I don't know why as I asked the

“ AMALIA V. NACHTMUTZE, question.

GEB. V. SCHLAFROCK," “ Stout, begad! she weighs fourteen stone, saddle and bridle. That's with a flourish, and the picture, mayright, down goes my pipe; fop! hap, of a rose. Let the reader imagine crash falls the tumbler into the fender! some hundreds of these interesting inBreak away, my boy, and remember, scriptions, and he will have an idea whoever breaks a glass here pays a

of the book. dozen.

Turning over the leaves, I came The fact was, that the announce presently on Dorothea's hand. There ment of Dorothea's changed condi- it was, the little neat, pretty handtion caused no small disturbance writing, the dear old up-and-downwithin me, and I expressed it in the strokes that I had not looked at for abrupt manner mentioned by young many a long year, the MediterraBlake.

nean heath, which grew on the sunRoused thus from my reverie, Iniest banks of Fitz-Boodle's existquestioned the young fellow about his ence, and here found, dear, dear litresidence at Kålbsbraten, which has tle sprig! in rude Galwagian bogbeen always since the war a favorite lands.

Look at the other side of the place for our young gentry, and heard with some satisfaction that Potzdorff page says Lynch, rather sarcastiwas married to the Behrenstein, Haar- cally (for I don't care to confess that bart had left the dragoons, the Crown I kissed the name of “Dorothea v. Prince had broken with the — but Klingenspohr, born v. Speck” writmum! of what interest are all these ten under an extremely feeble passage details to the reader, who has never of verse). “Look at the other side been at friendly little Kalbsbraten ? of the paper !”

Presently Lynch reaches me down I did, and what do you think I one of the three books that formed his saw ? library (" The Racing Calendar” and I saw the writing of five of the lita book of fishing-flies making up the tle Klingenspohrs, who have all remainder of the set). "And there's sprung up since my time. my album,” says he. “You'll find plenty of hands in it that you'll recog “ Ha! ha! haw!” screamed the nize, as you are an old Pumpernick- impertinent young Irishman, and the elaner.' And so I did, in truth: it story was all over Connemara and was a little book after the fashion of Joyce's Country in a day after.

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OTTILIA IN PARTICULAR.

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CHAPTER II.

will say that I have dislocated my leg : for some days you will state that

I am in considerable danger. You SOME kind critic who peruses these are a good fellow and a man of courwritings will, doubtless, have the age I know, for which very reason you goodness to point out that the simile can appreciate those qualities in anoof the Mediterranean heath is ap- ther; so mind, if you breathe a word plied to two personages in this chap- of my secret, either you or I must

- to Ottilia' and Dorothea, and lose a life.” say, Psha! the fellow is but a poor Away went the surgeon, and the unimaginative creature not to be able next day all Kalbsbraten knew that to find a simile apiece at least for the I was on the point of death : I had girls; how much better would we been delirious all night, had had eighty have done the business!

leeches, besides I don't know how Well, it is a very pretty simile. much medicine ; but Kalbsbrateners The girls were rivals, were beautiful, knew to a scruple. Whenever anyI loved them both, — which should body was ill, this little kind society have the sprig of heath? Mr. Cruik- knew what medicines were preshank (who has taken to serious paint- scribed. Everybody in the town ing) is getting ready for the exhibi- knew what everybody had for dinner. tion a fine piece, representing Fitz- If Madame Rumpel had her satin Boodle on the Urrisbeg Mountain, dyed ever so quietly, the whole society county Galway, Ireland, with a sprig was on the qui vive; if Countess of heath in his hand, hesitating, like Pultuski sent to Berlin for a new set Paris, on which of the beauties he of teeth, not a person in Kalbsbraten should bestow it. In the background but what was ready to compliment her is a certain animal between two bun- as she put them on; if Potzdorff paid dles of hay; but that I take to rep- his tailor's bill, or Muffinstein bought resent the critic, puzzled to which a piece of black wax for his musof my young beauties to assign the taches, it was the talk of the little city. choice.

And so, of course, was my accident. If Dorothea had been as rich as In their sorrow for my misfortune, Miss Coutts, and had come to me the Dorothea's was quite forgotten, and next day after the accident at the ball, those eighty leeches saved me. I beand said, “ George, will you marry came interesting; I had cards left at

it must not be supposed I my door; and I kept my room_for a would have done any such thing. fortnight, during which time I read That dream had vanished forever : every one of M. Kotzebue's plays. rage and pride took the place of love ; At the end of that period I was and the only chance I had of recover- convalescent, though still a little ing from my dreadful discomfiture lame. I called at old Speck's house was by bearing it bravely, and trying, and apologized for my clumsiness, if possible, to awaken a little com- with the most admirable coolness; I passion in my favor. I limped home appeared at court, and stated calmly (arranging my scheme with great that I did not intend to dance any presence of mind as I actually sat more ; and when - Klingenspohr spinning there on the ground) -1 grinned, I told that young gentleman limped home, sent for Pflastersticken, such a piece of my mind as led to his the court-surgeon, and addressed him wearing a large sticking-plaster patch to the following effect : “ Pflaster- on his nose : which was split as neatsticken,” says I, “there has been an ly down the middle as you would accident at court of which you will split an orange at dessert. In a hear. You will send in leeches, pills, word, what man could do to repair and the deuce knows what, and you my defeat, I did.

me ?

There is but one thing now of wounding her accepted lover across which I am ashamed of those kill the nose — I determined to carry my ing epigrams which I wrote (mon revenge still further, and to fall in Dieu ! must I own it? -- but even love with somebody else. This perthe fury of my anger proves the ex- son was Ottilia v. Schlippenschlopp. tent of my love!) against the Speck Otho Sigismund Freyherr von family. They were handed about in Schlippenschlopp, Knight Grand confidence at court, and made a Cross of the Ducal Order of the Twofrightful sensation :

Necked Swan of Pumpernickel, of the

Porc-et-Siflet of Kalbsbraten, Com" Is it possible?

mander of the George and Blue-Boar “There happened at Schloss P-mp-r- of Dummerland, Excellency, and n-ckel,

High Chancellor of the United A strange mishap our sides to tickle, And set the people in a roar;

Duchies, lived in the second floor A strange caprice of fortune fickle: of a house in the Schwapsgasse; I never thought at Pumpernickel where, with his private income and To see a SPECK upon the floor !"

his revenues as Chancellor, amount« La Perfide Albion ; or, a Caution to ing together to some 300l. per annum, Waltzers.

he maintained such a state as very "Come to the dance,' the Briton said,

few other officers of the Grand-Ducal And forward D-r-th-a led,

Crown could exhibit. The Baron is Fair, fresh, and three and twenty! married to Maria Antoinetta, a CountAh, girls, beware of Britons red!

ess of the house of Kartoffelstadt, What wonder that it turned her head ? SAT VERBUM SAPIENTI."

branches of which have taken root all

over Germany. He has no sons, and “ Reasons for not Marrying. but one daughter, the Fräulein OT*** The lovely Miss S.

TILIA.
Will surely say “yes,"

The Chancellor is a worthy old gen-
You've only to ask and try;'

tleman, too fat and wheezy to preside * That subject we'll quit, Says Georgy the wit,

at the Privy Council, fond of his pipe, I've a much better Spec in my eye!»» his ease, and his rubber. His lady is

a very tall and pale Roman-nosed This last epigram especially was Countess, who looks as gentle as voted so killing that it flew like wild- Mrs. Robert Roy, where, in the novel, fire; and I know for a fact that our she is for putting Baillie Nicol Jarvie Chargé-d'Affaires at Kalbsbraten sent into the lake, and who keeps the a courier express_with it to the honest Chancellor in the greatest Foreign Office in England, whence, order. The Fräulein Ottilia had not through our amiable Foreign Secre- arrived at Kalbsbraten when the little tary, Lord P-Im-rston, it made its affair between me and Dorothea was way into every fashionable circle : going on; or rather had only just nay, I have reason to believe caused a come in for the conclusion of it, smile on the cheek of R-y-lty itself. being presented for the first time that Now that Time has taken away the year at the ball where I - where I sting of these epigrams, there can be met with my accident. no harm in giving them; and 'twas At the time when the Countess was well enough then to endeavor to hide young, it was not the fashion in her under the lash of wit the bitter pangs country to educate the young ladies of humiliation : but my heart bleeds so highly as since they have been now to think that I should have ever educated"; and provided they could brought a tear on the gentle cheek of waltz, sew, and make puddings, they Dorothea.

were thought to be decently bred; Not content with this — with hu- being seldom called upon for algebra miliating her by satire, and with or Sanscrit in the discharge of the

honest duties of their lives. But When they met, Ottilia would Fräulein Ottilia was of the modern bounce towards her soul's darling, school in this respect, and came back and put her hands round her waist, from her pension at Strasburg speak- and call her by a thousand affectioning all the languages, dabbling in all ate names, and then talk of her as the sciences : an historian, a poet, only ladies or authors can talk of one a blue of the ultramarinest sort, in a another. How tenderly she would word. What a difference there was, hint at Dora's little imperfections of for instance, between poor, simple education !- how cleverly she would Dorothea's love of novel-reading and insinuate that the poor girl had no the profound encyclopædic learning wit! and, thank God, no more she of Ottilia!

had. The fact is, that do what I will Before the latter arrived from Stras. I sec I'm in love with her still, and burg (where she had been under the would be if she had fifty children ; care of her aunt the canoness, Count- but my passion blinded me then, and ess Ottilia of Kartoffelstadt, to whom every arrow that fiery Ottilia disI here beg to offer my humblest re- charged I marked with savage joy. spects), Dorothea had passed for a Dolly, thank heaven, didn't mind the bel esprit in the little court circle, and wit much; she was too simple for her little simple stock of accomplish that.

But still the recurrence of it ments had amused us all very well. would leave in her heart a vague, She used to sing “ Herz, mein Herz” indefinite feeling of pain, and someand “ T'en souviens-tu,” in a decent how she began to understand that her manner (once, before heaven, I thought empire was passing away, and that her singing better than Grisi's), and her dear friend hated her like poison ; then she had a little album in which and so she married Klingenspohr. she drew flowers, and used to em- I have written myself almost into a broider slippers wonderfully, and reconciliation with the silly fellow; was very merry at a game of loto or for the truth is, he has been a good, forfeits, and had a hundred small honest husband to her, and she has agrémens de société which rendered her children, and makes puddings, and is an acceptable member of it.

happy. But when Ottilia arrived, poor Ottilia was pale and delicate. She Dolly's reputation was crushed in a wore her glistening black hair in month. The former wrote poems bands, and dressed in vapory white both in French and German; she muslin. She sang her own words to painted landscapes and portraits in her harp, and they commonly insinreal oil; and she twanged off a rat- uated that she was alone in the world, tling piece of Listz or Kalkbrenner - that she suffered some inexpressiin such a brilliant way, that Dora ble and mysterious heart-pangs, the scarcely dared to touch the instrument lot of all finer geniuses, - that though after her, or venture, after Ottilia had she lived and moved in the world, she trilled and gurgled through “Una was not of it, – that she was of a voce, “Di piacer” (Rossina was consumptive tendency and might look in fashion then), to lift up her little for a premature interment. She even modest pipe in a ballad. What was had fixed on the spot where she the use of the poor thing going to sit should lie: the violets grew there, in the park, where so many of the she said, the river went moaning by; young officers used ever to gather the gray willow whispered sadly over round her ? Whirr! Ottilia went by her head, and her heart pined to be galloping on a chestnut mare with a at rest. “ Mother,” she would say, groom after her, and presently all the turning to her parent, “promise me young fellows who could buy or hire - promise me to lay me in that spot horseflesh were prancing in her train. I when the parting hour has come!”

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