hood of the châtelet; and the taverner, who was alternately lamenting and collecting the fragments of his property.

"Hola! master citizen," cried the officer to a member of the guard, who was crossing the place towards the tavern. "We have need of your services as a sentinel on the Pont aux Meuniers."

"I am engaged, sir archer," was the reply. "Tis no business of mine," returned the soldier. "Take your halberd and guard the foot of the bridge, until they come to relieve you, with the consign to disperse all loiterers."

The citizen shouldered his weapon with an ill grace, and walked to the spot, muttering, "Confound the consign! Here am I hungry enough to eat all my goose myself, and have nothing to gnaw but an old halberd.”

Whereupon master Bourdichon, for it was he, began to pace up and down the limits of his walk in extreme anger. An hour passed by in painful suspense on the part of Perinet, who still remained behind the barrier, fearful of attracting the notice of any of the archers who from time to time approached the châtelet. On his way from Vincennes in the morning, he had engaged a boatman to await his signal below the parapet that bordered the river, and in the event of any news of Bourdon, to convey it to the queen. The person he had employed in this service was a tried friend, whom Perinet had served in like manner on many former occasions; and he became anxious lest suspicion should be roused by his loitering on the river so long, in the vicinity of the châtelet, and thus destroy the only means he could rely upon, of sending his intelligence to Isabelle. Nor was master Bourdichon in the best of possible moods. The thoughts of his roast goose, which his friends might be even at that time devouring, kept him in a perpetual worry. "If I could only see them," thought he, "it would be some consolation." To effect this purpose, he placed his halberd on the ground, and, first carefully looking round to make sure he was not observed, mounted the parapet of the Quai, and gazed with intense longing towards the tavern. This movement was not lost upon Perinet, and he determined to profit by it. He left his hiding-place, and advanced boldly towards the

citizen.

"Who goes there?" cried Bourdichon, leaping hurriedly from the wall, and snatching up his halberd. Halloo! is it you, Perinet? what do you want here?”

"I have come to relieve you," returned the Armourer, "and as a proof I will tell you the consign; it is to disperse all loiterers."

"You are right," returned Bourdichon, in eager haste. "Here, take my dagger and my halberd. Perinet, if my wife should come this way, remember the consign-do not let her loiter about in the neighbourhood."

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"I will recollect it," answered Perinet, half smiling at the joy of the bourgeois to be released. "Now, you are at liberty, and God speed you." Before he had well finished speaking, Bourdichon was across the street, and immediately after hurried into the tavern, leaving the Armourer on duty, and alone.

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nator of Kotzebue, which could have been spared. We pass on to the chapter on the ceremonial introduction to Burschen life. In the early and ruder times, the student's matriculation was preceded by a very peculiar ceremony, called the deposition. Dr. Cornelius gives a minute account of the ceremony from Arnold and Sehme, showing how the Freshmen, or "Branen," were subjected to many humiliations, reminding us of "crossing the line." The Freshman is now termed a fox. While he yet vegetated in the gymnasium, he was a frog. In the interval between quitting that and entering the university, he was a mule. On entering the university, he becomes a camel. After a few weeks, when he enters a Chore, he is dubbed a fox, then a fat fox, a burnt fox, a young Bursch, old Bursch, and mossy head. The initiatory ceremonies at a Union of the Chores on creating the different degrees of Foxes, are thus described:

their teachers to such uncouth customs as this deposition was, "If the newly-arrived students are no longer subjected by yet they are by no means spared certain ceremonies by their fellow-students, if they wish to lay claim to, and arrive by degrees at, the titles of honour connected with the different degrees of standing in points of seniority in university life. Yet these are neither so barbarous as the deposition, nor is a single student compelled to take part in them. They consist of some merry formalities, to which those who choose submit themselves, and which, though solemn age may smile at them, may be readily excused in happy and careless youth. To Brand Foxes; and the drumming in of the young Burschen, these belong the Fox-Ride; the burning of the incipient who then and there ripen, without further trouble, into old Burschen.

The celebration of the initiation of the Foxes, Brand Foxes, and young Burschen, takes place on one and the same evening, at a Commers appointed for the purpose. This Commers is always fixed for one of the special Kneip evenings, and the Chore to whom the Kneip-room belongs, presides on the occasion. The candidates for initiation announce their in

tentions to this Chore; and the other Chores also assemble with it on the appointed day. Their place of meeting is one of the most spacious rooms used for such purposes, which is graced with the insignia of the presiding Chore. embellished as on other Commerses; and moreover also,

After the customary singing of Der Landsvater, the Land'sfather, the assembled throng disperses itself in a circle on tables and chairs in order to greet the expected train. At the long table, at which they are accustomed to drink beer at their Kneips, sit others, especially those of the presiding Chore; and at their head the president, the drawn sword lying before him. All the spectators are well provided with beer and pipes, that they may be able to enjoy the spectacle more agreeably. The doors of the hall now open, and an old

Bursche, seated in a chair with its back before him, rides in.

He is in white leathern breeches and jack boots, and wears naise, and at his side hangs the postilion's horn: in his right also the hat of a postilion. He is commonly clad in a polohand he carries his sword. Sometimes, as a variety, he rides in high gala dress, in frock, and huge shirt collar, and seated on an ass, carrying also his highly-polished and glittering sword in his hand. With solemn assumption of grotesquely well-acted dignity, he thus leads up the procession of assembled Foxes, who, also in leathern breeches and jack-boots, ride on chairs in the same style, after the Old House. The moment that the leader of the train appears, the whole assembly break out singing-'The Fox Ride.''

A fine engraving of this ceremony faces the title-page of the book.

The seventh chapter describes "The Duel," with all its concomitants, which, as it is generally a sham, and not a real fight, will not greatly interest the English reader. Dr. Cornelius, in the remaining chapters, takes us with him through all the phases of the private life of the student-his amusements in summer and winter-his drink

ing customs, sacred feasts and commerses-his evening parties, and New Year's Eve the lecture-room-his comitat and degree-his marching forth-and finally, to his funeral. In some of these, especially the chapter on "Evening Parties," are introduced conversations, anecdotes, tales, and sketches of individuals, subjects, and scenes, that render the book as interesting as a novel. Of the mad pranks, and feats of eccentric humour of one Herr Von Plauen, we have an instance or two in the following tale recited at a convivial party of the students on New Year's Eve:

“ On Holy St. Nicholas's day, a worthy citizen of the place, whose little son was called Nicholas, prepared a feast for some guests, the chief ornament of which was a goose, as fine as ever cackled and screamed in the Pfalz. The goose was carried up ; the guests had not, however, yet made their appearance; but the little son was impatient, and howling and crying, desired a slice of the bird. The father strove in vain to quiet him; he howled and cried on; Then,' said the old man, I will give the goose to the Pelznickel.' (In our country, there go from house to house, on St. Nicholas's day, fellows in disguise, who inquire into the past behaviour of the children, and give to the good ones apples, nuts, and little cakes, but warn the bad, and threaten them with the rod. These disguised personages are styled Pelznickel.) With the word, the old man set the dish, with the goose in it, on the outside of the window. This frightened the little one: he promised to be quiet if the father would take the goose in again; whereupon the father reached the dish in again; but, to his astounding, the goose was gone! It was already rapidly on its way to the city of Dusseldorf, (a Wirthshaus in Heidelberg), where the Herr Von Plauen and his companions found it smack right delectably with their red wine.

A similar passage once befel our hero in the village Sclangenbach, where he was for a long time the guest of the Arntmann. They both, he and the Arntmann, who had himself been a lusty student, made a call on the Frau Pfarrerin, the parson's lady. They talked of this and that; of husbandry, and of poultry, and geese. Ay,' said the parson's lady, I have a goose hanging above, you may match it if you can. But with what care and labour have I fed it myself, and stuffed it myself with the best Indian corn that was to be got! But, gentlemen, you shall judge for yourselves. I invite you next Sunday to discuss this famous goose.'

'And yet,' said Plauen, ' I will wager that the Arntmann has one that is quite as good.'

'Impossible!' exclaimed the Frau Pfarrerin.

" Arntmann,' rejoined Plauen, 'you won't admit that. I challenge you to invite the Frau Pfarrerin and her husband to-morrow, Saturday, also to eat a goose, and we will afterwards see which goose is the best.'

'Done!' said the Arntmann. 'We'll see,' said the parson's lady. The residence of the plucked goose was soon ascertained by the two. It was up in the chamber in the roof, where it hung and made many ornamental swings and gyrations in the wind that blew through the dormer windows. It was a ravishing sight, which the world only was allowed to enjoy for this one day. It was brought away in the night, and the next day, at noon, most deliciously dressed, was served up before the invited guests.

'Now, how does the goose please you, Herr Pfarrer?' asked Plauen.

My husband understands nothing of the matter,' interposed the Frau Pfarrerin, I tell you the goose is good, but mine is much better. You shall convince yourselves; that I promise you.''

Alas! the Frau Pfarrerin was not able to keep her word; for on the morrow she became aware, to her horror, that her plucked goose had taken a greater flight than it had ever done while it was yet unplucked. She was excessively annoyed; and to propitiate her, the waggish companions sent her a handsome cotton dress. On the package was inscribed, "a dressing for the goose." The good

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In one of the last chapters, Dr. Cornelius sums up the merits and demerits of Burschen life with considerable ability and impartiality; though we cannot perceive but that the same reasonings would in a great measure, if not altogether, apply to university life in general. On the actual advantage derived by the German student from this life, and carried forward with him out of the green Burschendom, into the seriousness of his later vocation, |and on what his after vocation may be, he thus speaks :

"The great business of the student, as already stated, is the pursuit of science; and it is less the mass of knowledge here harvested, which brings him future advantage, than the capacity which he acquires, let him move in later life in what circle he may, of comprehending and acting in a pure scientific and philosophical spirit, upon every matter which may be thrown into his path. The student life has many favourable influences on the character of a young man. Though the Bursch, as it regards his social position, naturally allies himself most closely to his landsmen, yet he feels himself compelled by those causes already pointed out, to exert a general tolerance towards his brethren, which though often abandoned and again submitted to, yet inoculates him with a greater degree of sufferance, which on his departure from the academical for a more general life, unfolds itself more freely, and extends itself to all social relations. The student, indeed, as such, knows little tolerance towards non-students; yet, the patience which he learns to exert towards his fellowstudents, is not without its consequence; and when he steps out of his confined sphere, it then clothes itself in another outward form, and takes a general direction. The student maintains strictly and perseveringly his own views, though, consequently, often erroneous ones; but this serves in after life to lay the ground-work of greater stedfastness of character. This firmness continues with him to his grave, though his views and principles modify and purify themselves, as his growing intelligence directs him more and more into the track of truth. And as the student stands upon his honour, for which full of the highest enthusiasm he glows, and joyfully offers up property and life, so stands he in the bonds of truth and friendship. Such bond of friendship is to him sacred as his own life, and it is continually to him a guiding-star through the gloomy paths of existence. It is to him the noblest treasure which he carries with him into the tumult of life, and he continues to it inviolably faithful.

In addition to this, the student has learned to arrive at the poetical side of life. He has continually sought and enjoyed pleasure and satisfaction, and let no man imagine that these foretell only a future trifler. No; he is thereby invited to enliven the stupidity of every-day life, and to throw new interest around the path of existence. That, however, every character, according to its own individuality, more or less favourably developes itself, and that these influences of student-life here described differ in degree in different individuals, needs no stating. We seek only to show general causes, and these are certain. Scientific merit, self-confidence, consciousness of being able to thank his own individual strength for his existence, the honour of men, and the truth of friends, -can more beautiful or delightful results than these be found?

it enjoys, may also bring great disadvantages to him who has abused it, and which may poison later life, who will attempt to deny? We have already pointed out the rocks and breakers of this ocean of transition life. The Burschenschaft agitations of a former period also plunged many into misfortune; but this danger is now in a great measure past, and for the last time gleamed up a political tendency for a few moments

That the Burschen-life, through the greater freedom which

Legend of Mitchell's Fold.-On Stapely Hill, on the northwestern edge of Shropshire, is a collection of upright stones, disposed in a circle, ninety feet in diameter, bearing the name of Mitchell's Fold, a title signifying the middle fold, or enclosure; forming, as it does, the central one, betwixt two others. It is supposed to have been the scene of burial as well as sacrifice, by the Druids; and the following legend still lingers among these hoary stones. Here the voice of fiction declares there formerly dwelt a giant, who guarded his cow within this enclosure, like another Apis among the ancient Egyptians, a cow who yielded her milk as miraculously as the bear Edumla, whom we read of in Icelandic Mythology, filling every vessel that could be brought to her, until at length an old crone attempted to catch her milk in a sieve, when, furious at the insult, she broke out of the magical enclosure at Mitchell's fold, and wandered into Warwickshire, where her subsequent history and fate are well known under that of the Dun Cow, whose death added another wreath of laurel to the brows of the immortal Guy, Earl of Warwick.The Rev. C. H. Hartshorne's Lecture on the Funereal Monuments of Shropshire, reported in the Salopian Journal. Chinese Steamboat.-A Canton newspaper advertises the Steamboat Kingfa: "she carries cows, a surgeon, a band of music, and has rooms elegantly fitted up for cards and opium. smoking."

The late Sir Richard Phillips conducted, for thirty years, the Monthly Magazine; and in the same period published, at least, one thousand works on all branches of knowledge, and subjects of contemporary interest. Yet, in printing on as many sheets of paper as ever were used by any other individual in England, he never once was questioned by any person whatever, or in any respect called upon to apologise or explain; and his only rule was to adhere to the truth, to forbear when he could not praise, and to confine the press to its proper business,-the public conduct of public men, and the exhibition of subjects of public interest and utility. A thousand times was he himself the object of slanderous attacks, but he suffered the knaves to smother themselves in their own poison: nevertheless, his connexion with the press enabled him to baffle malignity, by means which are not within the power of one in a million.-Social Philosophy. Genuine Friendship, in its best sense, is as rare in society as unadulterated truth in books.

Shrewsbury Clock.-A Correspondent of the Salopian Journal complains that the market-hall clock is not kept regularly wound up. Possibly this defalcation of the clock may be of long standing, and Falstaff's fighting "a long hour by Shrewsbury clock," may mean three or four or more hours; but we leave the matter to the commentators. By the way, is this the horologe of which Lord North inquired of the mayor of Shrewsbury whether it was the clock that Falstaff fought by, when his worship replied he didn't know-he had not the pleasure of Falstaff's acquaintance!

The Population of Birmingham, according to the late census, is upwards of 138,000, being an increase of nearly 25 per cent. within the last ten years.

Edinburgh Scott Monument.-We are happy to learn that Her Majesty has contributed 1001. and Prince Albert 251. towards the fund for this noble work of national gratitude. An engraving of the design, from the architect's (Mr. Kemp's) drawing, (and, we believe, the only engraving yet published in London,) will be found in No. 1, of the Literary World.

Legal Anomaly.—If a man survive the injuries he receives, (as in an accident on a railway), he can recover damages from those who have been the cause of such injuries being inflicted; but if the man die, his surviving relatives have no remedy, or means of recovering compensation.—Mr. Ewart in Parliament.

The New Administration, by taking up several of the measures of their predecessors in office, strongly remind us of the Johnsonian maxim-" there are few persons who do not practise what they cease to censure."

The Great Britain steam ship will be launched from Bristol in April: she is intended for the New York passage.

New Houses of Parliament.-The first stone will shortly be laid by Her Majesty, when it is said Mr. Barry will be knighted.

Friendship.-Hollow, convenient, and reciprocal friendships begin and end with every month; but a friend in adver sity and prosperity, with joint-stock fortunes, and a fraternity of hopes, fears, and feelings, is a rare, though enviable example of human felicity.—Sir R. Phillips.

Victor Hugo's "Le Rhin" appears to be so pompously egotistical an affair, as not to be worth the trouble of translation. We much regret this circumstance, because, however beaten the banks of the Rhine may have been by European tourists, it is in the power of every man of genius to invest his journey with new charms.

Londoners' Heads.-The majority of the heads of the higher classes in London are above the medium dimensions, whilst among the lower classes it is very rare to find a large head. Spitalfields weavers have extremely small heads, 63, 64, and 6 inches, being the prevailing diameters, and 7 inches diameter is quite unusual.-Literary Gazette. A Fool.-No man in the world less knows a fool than himself. Nay, he is more than ignorant, for he constantly errs in the point, taking himself for, and demeaning himself as towards another, a better, a wiser, and abler man than he is. He hath wonderful conceits of his own qualities and faculties; he affects commendations incompetent to him; he soars at employments surpassing his abilities to manage. No comedy can represent a mistake more odd and ridiculous than his, for he wonders, and stares, and hunts after, but never can find nor discern himself, but always encounters a false shadow instead thereof, which he passionately hugs and admires.-Isaac Barrow.

Family Qualifications.—A lad applying for a situation at a coffee-house in Leicester square, was asked if he could speak French. "No, sir," was the reply, "but I have a brother who plays the German flute."

"The Times are bad," says the dogs'-meat man," "tickerly now we has to wheel our own barrows."

England and France.-Talk of the Vin de Bordeaux, look at the Bordeaux we make in England; talk of the continental atmosphere, ours goes ten times as far, for it is ten times as thick.-Jerrold's Prisoner of War.

Hotpressing Newspapers.-Pass a hot clean smoothing-iron over the paper, whilst it is damp from the press, just in the same manner as a laundress irons a handkerchief; and you will find great comfort, and much more ease in reading, from the impression of the type being brought fairly on the surface of the paper, without any indentation, and much smoothness and cleanliness from the ink becoming set.—Times.

Parsonage Houses.-The history of parsonage houses would offer much scope for antiquarian research. Wherever a church was consecrated to God, priests were to be found residing in the neighbourhood, now and then in solitude, but generally (for it is not good for man to be alone) in groups of two, three, or more, according to circumstances. The terms " monastery" and "cell" appear to have meant at first nothing more than what we call the parsonage of a church or chapel, which, being served more diligently than churches and chapels now are, required more imperatively the vicinage of the ministers. It was the theory of the thing in lawless and heathen ages, that these men should dwell in safety under the shadow of the Almighty; or, failing of that, should surrender their lives without a struggle to invaders, for the servant of God must not strive. This, however, although beautiful in idea, could not be carried into practice. Perhaps, the age of miracles was past, and whatever a hero might now and then accomplish, men would shrink from destruction, and provide for their safety. Hence, the original parsonage was, in all probability, a tower placed near, or forming part of, the temple where its inmates associated.-Salopian Journal

Errata. At page 105, second column, for Horsly, read Horsley. At page 120, second column, for Hemmings, read Henning.

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