would have started as if at something ghastly and supernatural-as if you had witnessed the salute of the grave. The bridegroom sat at one corner of the dim fireside, arrayed in a more gaudy attire than was usual with the sect, and which gave a grotesque and unnatural gaiety to his lengthy figure and solemn aspect. As the bride entered the room, there was a faint smirk on his lip, and a twinkle in his half-shut and crossing eyes, and a hasty shuffle in his unwieldy limbs, as he slowly rose, pulled down his yellow waistcoat, made a stately genuflexion, and regained his seat. Opposite to him sat a little lank-haired boy, about twelve years old, mumbling a piece of cake, and looking with a subdued and spiritless glance over the whole group, till at length his attention riveted on a large dull-coloured cat sleeping on the hearth, and whom he durst not awaken even by a murmured ejaculation of " Puss!" On the window seat, at the farther end of the room, there sat, with folded arms and abstracted air, a tall military-looking figure, apparently about forty. He rose, bowed low to Mary, gazed at her for some moments with a look of deep interest, sighed, muttered something to himself, and remained motionless, with eyes fixed upon the ground, and leaning against the dark wainscott. This was Monkton, the husband of the woman who had allured Rupert to T, and from whom he had heard so threatening an account of her liege lord. Monkton had long known Zacharias, and, always inclined to a serious turn of mind, he had lately endea voured to derive consolation from the doctrines of that enthusiast. On hearing from Zacharias, for the saint had no false notions of delicacy, that he was going to bring into the pale of matrimony a lamb which had almost fallen a prey to the same wolf that had invaded his own fold, Monkton expressed so warm an interest and so earnest a desire to see the reclaim ed one, that Zacharias had invited him to partake of the bridal cheer. never Such was the conclave-and was a wedding party more ominous in its appearance. "We will have," said the father, and his voice trembled, one drop of spiritual comfort before we repair to the House of God. James, reach me the holy book! The Bible was brought, and all, as by mechanical impulse, sank upon their knees. The old man read with deep feeling some portions of the Scriptures calculated for the day; there was a hushed and heartfelt silence; he rose-he began an extemporaneous and fervent discourse. How earnest and breathless was the attention of his listen ers, the very boy knelt with open mouth. and thirsting ear. "Oh, beneficent Father," he said, as he drew near to his conclusion, "we do indeed bow before thee with humbled and smitten hearts.The evil spirit hath been amongst us, and one who was the pride, and the joy, and the delight of our eyes, hath forgotten thee for awhile; but shall she not return unto thee, and shall we not be. happy once more? Oh, melt away the hardness of that bosom which rejects thee and thy chosen for strange idols, and let the waters of thy grace flow from the softened rock. And now, oh Father, let thy mercy and healing hand be upon this thy servant, (and the old man looked to. Monkton) upon whom the same blight hath fallen, and whose peace the same serpent hath destroyed." Here Monkton's sobs were audible. "Give unto. him the comforts of thy holy spirit; wean him from the sins and the worldly affections of his earlier days, and both unto him and her who is now about to enter upon a new career of duty, vouchsafe that peace which no vanity of earth can take away. From evil let good arise; and though the voice of gladness be mule, and though the sounds of bridal rejoicing are not heard within our walls, yet grant that this day may be the beginning of a new life, devoted unto happiness, to virtue, and to thee!" There was a long. pause-they arose, even the old women were affected. Monkton returned to the window, and throwing it open leant for. ward as for breath. Mary resumed her seat, and there she sat motionless and speechless. Alas! her very heart seemed to have stilled its beating. At length Jame said, (and his voice, though it was softened alinost to a whisper, broke upon that deep silence as an unlooked-for and unnatural interruption,) "I think, father, it must be time to go, and the carriages must be surely coming, and here they are- no, that sounds like four horses." And at that very moment the rapid trampling of hoofs, and the hurried rattling of wheels were heard-the sounds ceased at the gate of the house. The whole party, even Mary, rose and looked at each other-a slight noise was heard in the hall--a swift step upon the stairs -the door was flung open, and, so wan and emaciated that he would scarcely have been known but by the eyes of affection, Rupert de Lindsay burst into the room. "Thank God!" he cried, "I am not too late!" and, in mingled fondness and defiance, he threw his arms round the slender form which clung to it all wild and tremblingly. He looked round. "Old man," he said, "I have. done you wrong, I will repay it, give me your daughter as my wife. What are the claims of her intended husband to mine? Is he rich ?-my riches treble his? Does he love her?-I swear that I love her more! Does she love him? look, old man, are this cheek, whose roses you have marred, this pining and wasted form, which shrinks now at the very mention of his name, tokens of her love? Does she love me? You her father, you her brother, you her lover ay, all, every one amongst you know that she does, and may Heaven forsake me if I do not deserve her love!-give her to me as my wife-she is mine already in the sight of God. Do not divorce uswe both implore you upon our knees." "Avaunt, blasphemer !" cried Zacharias-" Begone!" said the father-The old ladies looked at him as if they were going to treat him as Cleopatra did the pearl, and dissolve him in vinegar."Wretch !" muttered in a deep and subdued tone, the enraged and agitated Monkton, who, the moment Rupert entered the room, had guessed who he was, and stood frowning by the sideboard, and handling, as if involuntarily, the knife which had cut the boy's cake, and been left accidentally there. And the stern brother coming towards him, attempted to tear the clinging and almost lifeless Mary from his arms. Nay, is it so?" said Rupert, and with an effort almost supernatural for one who had so lately recovered from an illness so severe, he dashed the brother to the ground, caught Mary in one arm, pushed Zacharias against the old lady with the other, and fled down stairs, with a light step and a lighter heart." Follow him, follow him!" cried the father in his agony,- save my daughter, why will ye not save her?" and he wrung his hands but stirred not, for his grief had the stillness of despair. "I will save ber," said Monkton; and still grasping the knife, of which, indeed, he had not once left hold, he darted after Rupert. He came up to the object of his pursuit just as the latter had placed Mary (who was in a deep swoon) within his carriage, and had himself set his foot on the step. Rupert was singing with a reckless daring natural to his character, "She is won, we are gone over brake, bush, and scaur," when Monkton laid his hand upon his shoulder; "Your name is De Lindsay, I think," said the former-" At your service," answered Rupert gaily, and endeavouring to free himself from the unceremonious "This, then, at grasp; your heart!" cried Monkton, and he plunged his knife twice into the bosom of the adulterer. Rupert staggered and fell. Monkton stood over him with a brightening eye, and brandishing the blade which reeked with the best blood of his betrayer. "Look at me!" he shouted, I am Henry Monkton !-do you know me now ?""Oh, God!" murmured the dying man, "it is just, it is just!" and he writhed for one moment on the earth, and was still for ever! Mary recovered from her swoon to see the weltering body of her lover before her, to be dragged by her brother over the very corpse into her former prison, and to relapse with one low and inward shriek into insensibility. For two days she recovered from one fit only to fall into another-on the evening of the third, the wicked had ceased to trouble, and the weary was at rest! It is not my object to trace the lives of the remaining actors in this drama of real life-to follow the broken-hearted father to his grave-to see the last days of the brother consume amid the wretchedness of a gaol, or to witness, upon the plea of insanity, the acquittal of Henry Monkton-these have hut little to do with the thread and catastrophe of my story.There was no romance in the burial of the lovers-death did not unite those who in life had been asunder. In the small churchyard of her native place, covered by one simple stone, whose simpler inscription is still fresh, while the daily passions and events of the world have left memory but little trace of the departed, the tale of her sorrows unknown, and the beauty of her life unrecorded, sleeps Mary Warner ! And they opened for Rupert De Lindsay the mouldering vaults of his knightly fathers; and amid the banners of old triumphs and the escutcheons of heraldic vanity, they laid him in his palled and gorgeous coffin ! I attempt not to extract a moral from his life. His existence was the chase of a flying shadow, that rested not till it slept in gloom and for ever upon his grave! New Mon. THE CAPTIVE. For the Olio. [Ischanpore, the son of Dervu! Roy, the Rajah of Beejanuggur, having been treacherously murdered by two Dervishes, sent by the Sooltan of the Deekhan into the Hindu camp; the Rajah, at the instigation of a Brahmin, dispatches a party of Rajpoots to seize upon the person of Ahmed, the son of the Sooltan, while prosecuting an amour with the daughter of an aged Hindu general. The Rajpoots fail in securing the prince, but succeed in carrying off the lady.] The night came sad; the captive heard She mark'd along the rampart wall Fail'd her; and from her conch she fled, The sun at early morn arose, One look she gave-then turn'd aside, To the near woman's arm she clung, If haply were thy lover here;- Of blasted hopes-of childless woe!" He seized the hand which grasp'd her veil, So hated, that even hell were heaven, Whose very name is scourge to ire!" He grasp'd the maid with arm of strength, ESSAY ON NOSES. B. Nasutus sis usque licet, sis denique nasus. A PERIODICAL of the day gives an interesting story of an ill-favoured gentleman, a friend of the narrator, being haunted one night by a troop of "little monsters mopping and mowing at him," set on by a full-grown ditto with a most malicious-looking phiz, whom, after enduring the impertinence of him and his subs for a long time, he, by an effort of desperate courage, seized by the projecting gnomon of his countenance, and wrenched, con amore, his infernal proboscis, as the determined Saint Dunstan zealously wrenched that of the arch-fiend with his pincers. The exertion, however, dispelled his dream, (as it then proved to have been,) and he found himself, on waking, resolutely twisting the anterior portion of his own countenance; while his friend, who had come to rouse him, was standing at his bedside, laughing heartily at the bitter animosity displayed by the sleeper against "his innocent nose. I have, in my day, met with so many of these Heantontimoreumenoi, to whom every person they came in contact with, was a mirror, reflecting the deformities of their own envy and jealousy, as so many "little monsters" set on by the "great monster" self, to mock and deride them, pulling their own noses with such vindictive energy, that I cannot forbear giving to every one who is constitutionally prone to engendering these phantasmata, the same advice. as Lord Coleraine gave to his brother, when consulting him respecting a gentleman who had threatened to pull that sensitive organ for him," Soap it well," was the advice of the laconic nobleman; since, I conceive that the best safeguard against their own "furious gripe," would be a copious application of anti-attrition to so exposed a point of attack. Then each may let his'neighbour's nose alone, And, fearless of the result, pull his own. I am aware that the hold I have taken on this handle of those who possess it so invitingly long as themselves, to be unable to resist laying violent hands upon it, or (mistaking it for an extraneous body) bestowing on it those tweaks designed for some unoffending fellow mortal, will give occasion to many of the antovellicating tribe to assert that my own proboscis must have suffered, at some time or other, from an infliction of the kind;-but, let the galled nose wince, our nostrils are unwrung," for I do assure the reader, (and may I never again taste Lundy foot or Bolongaro, if I am asserting a falsehood) that thumb and finger have not met, either in love or anger, on the sacred gnomon of my countenance; save and except with the intervention of a soft-textured bandana, or by the tender hold of an ancient operative at the corner of lane, to whom I have erewhile resorted for the sake of being divested of the redundant honours of my chin, when haste had not allowed me previously to apply my own pruning hand, or my inimitable magnum bonum had been laid up under the renovating care of Palmer or Pepys. This, kind reader, on the faith of a gentleman, is the only scrape to which my sneezer has been at any time accessory; and then so delicately did the veteran man of suds handle the subject; and so pithily did he retail to me the little anecdotes gleaned from his bearded clients ; so amusingly did he dole forth his own reminiscences of the days of queues and hair powder, that my heart warmed to him, and so far was I from resenting his grasp as an act of profanation, that the minutes seemed short while he held my nose in easy durance by his respectful gripe, and my ears by his seductive narratives of auld lang syne; and with grateful feelings did I place in his palm, at the close, the fee which was destined to procure him a flowing pot of "Whitbread's Entire." abstracted the tribute money,) an indelible memorial of the sacrilegious violence offered to so useful an organ by its ungrateful possessor. Yet how often have I seen such thoughtless acts of abuse committed by highly respected individuals on their own master feature ;-how often recoiled with horror at beholding the reverend pastor, under whom I have sat from sabbath to sabbath, during moreckless zeal defacing the ments of strange hallucination, with "blushing honours" of his own richly garnished proboscis, while he imagined he was wringing the snoring organs of his apathetic auditory. Nor is this aberration of intellect confined to any particular sect or profession; -view the lacerated appendages-the "attritus ansas" of so many learned vessels of wisdom-of eloquent barristers -of pithy declaimers-of biting satirists. In many instances, it is true, those lacerations may have been produced by external attacks, but more frequently will the practised Nosologist detect the mark of the owner's finger and thumb, and perceive that these injuries have occurred in his attempts to grapple the beak of the splenetic being who conceives, at some imaginary adversary; or, behold this moment, that he has my proper nose within his gripe, and is unconsciously pulling his own equally innocent member, with the mischievous glee of a tipsy tavern-haunter, who, returning from his lengthened debauch, is attracted to the brass handle of a door bell to disturb the peaceful slumbers of its unoffending proprietor. No-beloved organ! whom, for nearly thirty years, I have cherished with a parent's care; whom I have fed with the finest Strasburg,* (name celebrated in the history of thy fraternity) as often as I have regaled thee with grateful Lundy or fragrant Thirty-seven; and, whom I have, during my peregrinations, ever cautiously protected with impervious folds of India's finest fabric, from the noxious effluvia of sewers and the intrusive aunoyance of carburetted hydrogen! No-respected nose! whose quick perception of the coming ill has forewarned me of so many plots against my peace, and whose intuitive sagacity has prevented so many dangers about to fall on my devoted head!-my guide-my unwearied pioneer-thou who pointest out my course through life and ever "" marshall'st me the way that I was going;" still will I, thy faithful follower, return thy attachment with assiduous vigilance and still shall my reciprocal protection; * Vide Slawkenbergins. during that time industry had accumulated, and learning deciphered, have shed a strong and increasing lustre upon the history and remains of that once celebrated country. How different the fate of Mexico! The traces of its early state are few and imperfect, and much that passes under the name of history, is little better than romance; while the too prevalent opinion that no fresh sources of information are open to the researches of the antiquarian has tended to check the further progress of inquiry on this interesting subject. Mexico has been, however, very much embellished since the residence of the Abbe Chappe there in 1769. Two great palaces,' (says Humbolt) ['hotels] were recently constructed by Mexican artists, pupils of the Academy of Fine Arts of the capital. One of these palaces, in the quarter della traspana, exhibits in the interior of the court, a very beautiful oval perystyle of coupled columns. The traveller justly admires a vast circumference paved with porphyry flags and enclosed with an iron railing, richly ornamented with bronze, containing an equestrian statue of Charles IV. It weighs 450 quintals and was modelled, founded and placed by M. Tolsa, whose name deserves a distinguished place in the history of Spanish Sculpture. Yet, as Mr. Aglio proposes to give a 'key' to unlock the stores of the Mexican antiquities, the student will comprehend the singular and typical analogies signified by their identity with their morals, customs, and ritual observ. ances. In their commencement, for instance, the recorded and personated deity, is standing before a serpent with a club erect on its head, and the serpent has crushed his heel, indicative of the Mosaical dispensation. In another place, the race of beings, are destroyed by water, change their genealogies into monkeys. excepting two, who are preserved and In course of time, another race are consumed by fire, two of whom are only saved, and their genealogies are changed into birds. So that, from one generation to another,' the loss is supplied by the presiding and over-ruling power, and subjected to the will of their deity, whose likeness and attributes are preserved MR. AGLIO'S MEXICAN ANTIQUITIES through each series of the history. The Continued. symbols of night,-death-plague-famine-torment-comets -the planetsalmanacks and calendars, (not unlike the English clog')-mirth-slaughter-volcanoes-geological irruptions-and eternity, are extremely applicable, in spite pensation is, also, alluded to; and among of their grotesque forms. The new disthe thousand typifications, John the |