plying with the popular desire, was received with a shout of triumph, and the crowd eagerly watched their progress as they glided on towards the quarantine harbor. When about midway, however, they suddenly veered and moved rapidly towards the citadel, within whose protecting walls they were soon safely ensconced. The rage of the people when they found themselves thus deceived, was beyond measure. They instantly attacked the deserted Health Office with clubs, stones and every obtainable missile, and in a few moments it presented a ruinous and shattered appearance. Scores of boys, half-clad urchins, sprang through the windows like bees from a hive, bearing the records, account-books and files of papers connected with the establishment, which they deliberately tore into fragments, scattered to the winds or threw into the sea, which was soon whitened for yards around wiih the floating masses. In the midst of the destruction, it was curious to observe the behavior of the leaders of the tumult. One of them carefully conveyed away several of the most valuable articles, and deposited them in the hands of a highly respectable and popular citizen among the bystanders. Another took a silver lamp and threw it far out into the water, that it might be evident that their object was not to pilfer. One climbed to the front of the building, and having calmly cut to pieces the inscribed marble tablet, touched several times the king's arms which were inscribed above and then kissed his hand, amid the responsive shouts of the multitude; by this salutation implying that they recognised the allegiance due to their sovereign, and aimed vengeance only at the deputies.

He then posted a small engraving of the Madonna in the place of the marble slab, thereby indicating that for the preservation of the public health, they trusted wholly to Heaven. Meanwhile, another leading spirit had raised the royal banner at half-mast, at the opposite corner, to suggest that the king mourned over the mal-administra. tion of his officers. At length the municipal authorities fearing the consequences of further opposition to the public will, ordered the brig to depart, and presently she stood gallantly out of the harbor before a strong breeze. The exultation of the populace at the sight of this movement was without bounds. They abandoned the work of destruction upon which but a moment previous they had been so sagely intent, and ran along the shore beside the ship, brandishing their sticks and shouting fuore! (away!) until she had doubled the adjacent cape and disappeared. It was a scene of no ordinary excitement; the steady and swift course of the armed vessel silently gliding from the bay under a cloud of canvass, and the eager crowd with victory gleaming from their eyes, rushing on to hail her exit. Never was a popular triumph more complete.

THE CAPUCHIN OF PISA.

"Grey was his hair, but not with age."

Anon.

FOR one inclined to a studious life, there is no more desirable residence, in Italy, than Pisa. The calls of pleasure and society which so constantly assail the student in the capital cities, are far less numerous and exciting here. Boasting the oldest university in Tuscany, Pisa, with the downfall of her commercial importance, lost not the attractiveness which belongs to an ancient seat of learning. The reputation for military prowess, gained by her brave citizens in the crusades, and the maritime consequence she enjoyed in the primitive era, when small vessels only were in use, are distinctions which have long since ceased to exist. She sends forth no fleets of galleys, as of old, armed with bold mariners panting to destroy the Saracenic pirates. The Islands in the Medi. terranean, once tributary to her arms, now acknowledge another master. Bloody feuds no longer divide her citizens; nor has she ventured to dispute the empire of the

seas since the close of the twelfth century, when she suffered a memorable defeat in a naval combat with the Ge. noese, under Admiral Doria. So great was the number of her distinguished people who, in this and previous battles, fell into the power of her formidable rival, that it was a common saying in that age, that, whoever whould see Pisa, must go to Genoa,'

The edifices upon the right bank of the Arno, many of them rich in architectural decorations, are built in the form of a sweeping curve admirably exposed to the sun. In these buildings are the best winter lodgings; and the broad street forms a delightful promenade. Here the invalids stroll at noon or evening, completely sheltered from the wind; while about the adjacent bookstores the literati lounge in the sun, to con a new publication, or discuss some mooted point in science or belles-lettres. Sometimes on an autumn evening, when nature is in her balmiest mood, and the walk filled with students, the several bridges reflected in the river, and the avē Maria stealing on the breeze, the scene is delightfully significant of calm enjoyment. On a pleasant afternoon, as I noted this picture from beneath an awning which surmounted the door of a caffé, my eyes encountered those of a Capuchin friar, who was sitting on the parapet opposite, occa. sionally enjoying the same pastime, but more frequently engaged in turning over the leaves of an old folio. The members of this fraternity, usually seen in Italy, are very unprepossessing in their appearance. Their brown robes generally envelope a portly person, and the rough hood falls back from a face whose coarse features bedaubed

with yellow snuff, indicate mental obtuseness far more than sanctity. This Capuchin, however, had an eye which, at the first glance, seemed beaming with intelligence; but, upon inspection, betrayed an unsettled expression, such as might pertain to an apprehensive or disordered mind. But the most striking peculiarity in the monk's appearance, as he sat with his cowl thrown back to enjoy the evening air, was the remarkable contrast between a face decidedly youthful, and hair that exhibited the grey of sixty winters.. An effect was thus produced similar to that observed on the stage, when a juvenile performer is invested with one of the heavy powdered wigs of the last century. It was as if youth and age were miraculously conjoined in one person. The adolescent play of the mouth, the freshness of the complexion, and the careless air, bespoke early manhood, and were in startling contradiction to the thick locks blanched almost to snowy whiteness. The friar noticed my gaze of curiosity, and advancing towards me with a good-natured courtesy, proffered the curious volume for my inspection. It was truly a feast for a connoisseur in black-letter and primitive engravings-one of those parchment-bound church chronicles which are sometimes met with in Italy, filled with the most grotesque representations of saints and devils. The Capuchin it appeared, was an amateur in such lore; and this his last prize, had just been bought of a broker in similar matters, who had long watched for him on the promenade as a sure purchaser, of the wormeaten relic. Most patiently did he initiate me into the mysteries of the volume, apparently delighted to find so