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country. Far from being irreparable, it is possible it may have taught you a lesson, that may ultimately greatly benefit you. This is the first time we have conversed regarding your prospects. What are your present views ?”
“I have none. My friends regard me as one, who has improvidently thrown away his chance of advancement. My knowledge of any one branch of science is so superficial, that this precludes my ever hoping to succeed in a learned profession. I cannot enter the military service in my own country, without commencing in the lowest grade. This I can hardly bring my mind to."
“What would you say to the Hanoverian army?” replied Delmé.
“I would say," rejoined Carl: “for I see through your kind motive in asking, that I esteem myself fortunate, if I have been in any way useful to you ; but that I cannot, and ought not, to think of accepting a favour at your hands.”
Sir Henry said no more at that time: and they reached the inn in silence.
Delmé retired for the night. Carl Obers sought
his old chums; and, exhilarated by his meershaum, and the excellent beer-rivalling the famous Lubeck beer, sent to Martin Luther, during his trial, by the Elector of Saxony-triumphantly placed "young Germany" at the head of nations.
Early the following morning, they were again en route.
They passed through Manheim, where the Rhine aud Neckar meet, -through Erpach, — through Darmstadt, that cleanest of Continental towns, --and finally reached Frankfort-on-theMaine, where it was agreed that Sir Henry and Thompson were to part from their travelling companions.
Sir Henry in his distress of mind, felt that theirs was not a casual farewell. On reaching the quay, he pressed the student's hand with grateful warmth, but dared not trust to words.
On the deck of the steamer, assisting Thompson to arrange the portmanteaux, stood Pietro Molini.
The natural gaiety of the old driver had received a considerable check at George's death.
He could not now meet Sir Henry, without an
embarrassment of manner ; and even in his intercourse with Thompson, his former jocularity seemed to have deserted him.
“Good bye, Pietro!” said Delmé, extending his hand. “I trust we may one day or other meet again.”
The vetturino grasped it,--his colour went and came,—he looked down at his whip,--then felt in his vest for his pipe. As he saw Delmé turn towards the poop, and as Thompson warned him it was time to leave the vessel, —his feelings fairly gave way.
He threw his arms round the Englishman's neck and blubbered like a child.
We have elsewhere detailed the luckless end of the vetturino.
As for Carl Obers, that zealous patriot; the last we heard of him, was that he was holding a commission in the Hanoverian Jägers, obtained for him by Sir Henry's intervention. He was at that period, in high favour with that liberal monarch, King Ernest.
" 'Tis sweet to hear the watchdog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouth'd welcome as we draw near home, 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come.”
EMBARKING on its tributary stream, Delmé reached the Rhine-passed through the land of snug Treckschut, and wooden-shoed housemaid and arrived at Rotterdam, whence he purposed sailing for England.
To that river, pay we no passing tribute! The Rhine-with breast of pridelaving fertile vineyards, cities of picturesque beauty, beetling crags, and majestic ruins; hath found its bard to hymn an eulogy, in matchless strains, which will be coexistent, with the language they adorn.
Sir Henry was once more on the wide sea. Where were they who were his companions when his vessel last rode it? where the young bride breathing her devotion ? where the youthful husband whispering his love ?
The sea yet glistened like a chrysolite; the waves yet laughed in the playful sunbeams—the bright-eyed gull yet dipped his wing in the billow, fearless as heretofore ;—where was the one, who from that text had deduced so fair a moral ?
Sir Henry wished not to dwell on the thought, but as it flashed across him, his features quivered, and his brow darkened.
He threw himself into the chaise which was to bear him to his home, with alternate emotions of bitterness and despair !
Hurrah for merry England! Click, clack! click, clack! thus cheerily let us roll!
Great are the joys of an English valet, freshly emancipated from sauerkraut, and the horrors of silence !
Sweet is purl, and sonorous is an English oath. Bright is the steel, arming each clattering hoof!