"True," replied Renard; "and his daughter, Queen Mary, will not suffer it to remain idle."

"Many a head will, doubtless, fall (and justly), in consequence of the late usurpation," remarked the warder.

"The first to do so now rests within that building," rejoined Renard, glancing at the Beauchamp Tower.

"Your worship, of course, means the Duke of Northumberland, since his grace is confined there," returned the warder. 'Well, if she is spared who, though placed foremost in the wrongful and ill-advised struggle, was the last to counsel it, I care not what becomes of the rest. Poor lady Jane! Could our eyes pierce yon stone walls," he added, pointing to the Brick Tower, "I make no doubt we should discover her on her knees. She passes most of her time, I am informed, in prayer." "Humph! ejaculated Renard. And he half muttered, "She shall either embrace the Romish faith, or die by the

hand of the executioner."

Winwike made no answer to the observation, and affected not to hear it, but he shuddered at the look that accompanied it-a look that brought to mind all he heard of the mysterious and terrible individual at his side.

By this time, the sun was high in heaven, and the whole Fortress astir. A flourish of trumpets was blown on the Green, and a band of minstrels issued from the portal of the Coalharbour Tower. The esquires, retainers, pages, and servitors, of the various noblemen, lodged within the palace, were hurrying to and fro, some hastening to their morning meal, others to different occupations. Every thing seemed bright and cheerful. The light laugh and the merry jest reached the ear of the listeners. Rich silks and costly stuffs, mixed with garbs of various-colored serge, with jerkins and caps of steel, caught the eye. Yet how much misery was there near this smiling picture! What sighs from those in captivity respond ed to the shouts and laughter without Queen Mary arose and proceeded to matins in Saint John's Chapel. Jane awoke and addressed herself to solitary prayer; while Northumberland, who had passed a sleepless night, pacing his dungeon like a caged tiger, threw himself on his couch, and endeavoured to shut out the light of day and his own agonizing reflections.

Meanwhile, Renard and the warder had descended from the White Tower and proceeded to the Green.

"Who is that person beneath the Beauchamp Tower gazing so inquisitively at its barred windows?" demanded the for

mer.

"It is the crow scenting the carrion-it is Mauger the headsman," answered Winwike.

"Indeed?" replied Renard; "I would speak with him."

STANZAS,

Sing on! repeat once more thy plaint of love!
Tell of thy soul's whole riches cast away
On one whose heart 't were vain to seek to move,
With flashing wit or lover's tender lay.
Sing on! the notes, as from thy lute they start,
Are caught and treasured in that flinty heart.
Sing on! I list thee in my secret bower

Until those strings thrill to another touch;
The touch that bids them hymn another's power
Alone can tell me, I have heard too much.
Sing on! howe'er thou seek'st to hush thy song
Unheard by me it cannot pass along.

Sing on! and at my bidding sing this measure:

Tell how a true young heart gave her whole store
Of love to one she thought was worth the treasure,
And tell that duty bade her love no more.
Sing on, how calm she let her lover go
To save his pain-her grief he must not know.

Sing on! and tell how none her pain might guess;
But if a shade of thought hung o'er her brow,

Or if her laugh and jest resounded less,

'Twas that the heart would break where it should bow. Sing on! she could not rob the sacred shrine

Herself had gifted! Sing!-that heart was mine!

To the best of our information, James's coup d'essai in

literature was a hoax in the shape of a series of letters to the
editor of the Gentleman's Magazine, detailing some extraor-
dinary antiquarian discoveries and facts in natural history,
which the worthy Sylvanus Urban inserted without the least
suspicion; and we understand that the members of the Anti-
quarian and Zoological Societies are still occasionally in the
In 1803 he became a constant contributor to the Pic Nic and
habit of appealing to them in corroboration of their theories.
Cabinet weekly journals, in conjunction with Mr. Cumberland,
Sir James Bland Burgess, Mr. Horatio Smith, and others.-
The principal caterer for these publications was Colonel Gre-
ville, oa whom Lord Byron has conferred a not very enviable
immortality-
"Or hail at once the patron and the pile

Of vice and folly, Greville and Argyle."

One of James Smith's favorite anecdotes related to him.The colonel requested his young ally to call at his lodgings, and in the course of the first interview related the particulars of the most curious circumstance in his life. He was taken prisoner during the American war, along with three other officers of the same rank. One evening they were summoned into the presence of Washington, who announced to them that the conduct of their Government, in condemning one of his officers to death as a rebel, compelled him to make reprisals; and that, much to his regret, he was under the necessity of requiring them to cast lots, without delay, to decide which of them should be hanged. They were then bowed out, and returned to their quarters. Four slips of paper were put into a hat, and the shortest was drawn by Captain Asgill, who exclaimed, "I knew how it would be; I never won so much as a hit at backgammon in my life." As Greville told the story, he was selected to sit up with Captain Asgill, under the pretext of companionship, but in reality to prevent him from escaping, and leaving the honor among the remaining three."And what," inquired Smith, "did you say to comfort him?" 'Why, I remember saying to him, when they left us, 'D-n it, old fellow, never mind; but it may be doubted (added Smith) whether he drew much comfort from the exhortation." Lady Asgill persuaded the French Minister to interpose, and the captain was permitted to escape.

Both James and Horatio were also contributors to the Monthly Mirror. Their Imitations of Horace (afterwards reprinted in a separate volume) originally appeared in this miscellany.

The fame of the brothers, however, was confined to a limited circle until the publication of The Rejected Addresses, which rose at once into almost unprecedented celebrity, and still keeps its place among the best of the jeux d'esprit which have outlived the occasions which gave rise to them-as the Rolliad, Anticipation, the choice papers of the Anti-jacobin, and the New Whig Guide.

James Smith used to dwell with much pleasure on the criticism of a Leicestershire clergyman: "I do not see why they (the Addresses) should have been rejected: I think some of them very good." This, he would add, is almost as good as the avowal of the Irish bishop, that there were some things in Gulliver's Travels which he could not believe.

We need hardly state that, long after the first flush of his celebrity, he was a welcome guest in the best houses, in town and country. Latterly, however, he seldom left town except on occasional visits to Mr. H. Smith, at Brighton, Mr. Croker, at Moulsey, and Lord Abinger, at Abinger Hall. Though never guilty of intemperance, he was a martyr to the gout; and, independently of the difficulty he experienced in locomotion, he partook largely of the feeling avowed by his old friend Jekyil, who used to say that, if compelled to live in the country, he would have the drive before his house paved like the streets of London, and hire a hackney-coach to drive up and down all day long.

He used to tell, with great glee, a story showing the general conviction of his dislike to ruralities. He was sitting in the library at a country-house, when a gentleman proposed a quiet stroll into the pleasure grounds:

"Stroll! why don't you see my gouty shoe?''

"Yes, I see that plain enough, and I wish I'd brought one

P. too, but they're all out now."

"Well, and what then?"

"What then? Why, my dear fellow, you don't mean to say that you have really got the gout? I thought you had only put on that shoe to get off being shown over the improvements."

taste.

In town, one of the houses at which he visited most was Lord Harrington's. He was a nice observer of manners; and the perfect high-breeding which characterises every member of the Stanhope family, without exception, was exactly to his Another of his favorite houses was Lady Blessington's.He admired her powers of conversation; he loved to mingle among social, literary, and political celebrities; and he thought Count D'Orsay one of the most accomplished and agreeable men he had ever known. At Lady Blessington's request he frequently contributed to "The Book of Beauty," for example, the verses on Mrs. Lane Fox and Mrs. Verschoyle. He was also in the habit of sending her occasional epigrams, complimentary scraps of verse, or punning notes, like the following:

"The newspapers tell us that your new carriage is very highly varnished. This, I presume, means your wheeled carriage. The merit of your personal carriage has always been, to my mind, its absence from all varnish. The question requires that a jury should be impannelled."

Or this

"Dear Lady Blessington-When you next see your American friend, have the goodness to accost him as follows: "In England rivers all are malesFor instance, Father Thames; Whoever in Columbia sails,

Finds them ma'mselles or dames.

"Yes, there the softer sex presides,
Aquatic, I assure ye,

And Mrs. Sippy rolls her tides,
Responsive to Miss Souri.

"Your Ladyship's faithful and devoted servant,

"JAMES SMITH."

His bachelorship is thus attested in his niece's album:

"Should I seek Hymen's tie,

As a poet I die,

Ye Benedicts mourn my distresses!

For what little fame

Is annexed to my name,

Is derived from Rejected Addresses."

His solitary state, however, certainly proceeded rather from too discursive than too limited an admiration of the sex, for, to the latest hour of his life, he gave a marked preference to their society, and disliked a dinner party composed exclusively of males.

Fly, Honesty, fly to some safer retreat,

For there's craft in the river and craft in the street.'
"Sir G. R.-'Why should Honesty fly to some safer retreat,
From attorneys and barges, od rot 'em?
For the lawyers are just at the top of the street,

And the barges are just at the bottom.'"

He had a proper, unaffected, philosophical respect for rank, but he had formed too true and precise an estimate of his own position to be ever otherwise than at his ease, and no one knew better that the great charm of society is the entire aboperating conviction in the minds of all present, that they are sence of pretension and subserviency—the thorough, practical, placed, for the time, on a perfect footing of equality. He had a keen relish for life, but he spoke calmly and indifferently about dying-as in the verses on revisiting Chig

well:

"I fear not, Fate, thy pendant shears:
There are who pray for length of years,
To them, not me, allot 'em-
Life's cup is nectar at the brink,
Midway a palateable drink,

And wormwood at the bottom."

This is not quite reconcilable with a remark he once made to the writer, that if he could go back to any former period of his life, he would prefer going back to forty. He was about that age when he first came into celebrity.

On the occasion of another visit to Chigwell he wrote thus: 'World, in thy ever busy mart,

I've acted no unnoticed part

Would I resume it ?-Oh, no

Four acts are done-the jest grows stale,
The waning lamps burn dim and pale,
And reason asks-cui bono?"

THE REMAINS OF NAPOLEON.

The following interesting comments upon the project of restoring the remains of Napoleon to France, are copied from the Paris papers received by the steamer Unicorn.

The following is among the best of his good things. A gentleman with the same christian and surname took lodgings in the same house. The consequence was eternal confusion of calls and letters. Indeed the postman had no alternative but to share the letters equally between the two. "This is intol-Thiers had learned by an official despatch from Lord Palmererable, sir," said our friend, "and you must quit." "Why am I to quit more than you?" "Because you are James the Second, and must abdicate." | A capital pun has been very generally attributed to him.An actor, named Priest, was playing at one of the principal theatres. Some one remarked at the Garrick Club that there were a great many men in the pit. "Probably clerks who have taken Priest's orders." The pun is perfect, but the real proprietor is Mr. Posle, one of the best punsters as well as one of the cleverest comic writers and finest satirists of the day.

As lawyers, we are glad to be able to add that he had an unfeigned respect for the profession, and would often regret the manner in which it was losing its individual character by becoming blended with the world. He would fain have brought back the times when it was as much a matter of course for a judge to reside in Bloomsbury as for a barrister to have chambers in an inn of court; and we have heard him frequently state, that when Lord Ellenborough set the present fashion by moving to St. James's square, the circumstance gave general dissatisfaction, and was a prominent topic in the newspapers

for a week.

The following playful colloquy in verse took place at a dinner-table between Sir George Rose and himself, in allusion to Craven street, Strand, where he resided:

"J. S. At the top of my street the attorneys abound, And down at the bottom the barges are found:

The Courrier Francais says: "In restoring the remains of Napoleon to France, the last wish of that great man is accomplished. The King has charged his son with the pious task. The Prince of Joinville will receive from the hands of England the precious deposit. The old companions of the Emperor's exile, Gourgaud, Bertrand and Las Cases, will accompany him. A million of francs, voted by the Chamber, will raise up a tomb beneath the vaults of the Invalides. It was on the 5th of May, the anniversary of his death, that the French Government ordered its ambassadors at London to claim the ashes of Napoleon. Ere ten days had elapsed M. ston that England, without hesitating, and with generous haste, was ready to meet the wish of France. The Minister read this despatch to the tribune, and it does the greatest honor to the Government which dictated it. The British Cabinet hopes that the remains of that national hatred which so long divided France and England may be buried in the tomb of Napoleon. This noble wish shall not be disappointed.— England and France have the one destiny to fulfil the advancement of civilization. Their discord must henceforth be a calamity to Europe, and a crime in whomsoever would assume the responsibility of such a breach. The Ministry may be proud of this great act of reparation. No previous Cabinet had the courage to make this proposal to the King. No other, perhaps, could have obtained it. Marshal Soult, Napoleon's Lieutenant, must regret not having marked his administration by such an act of devotion to the Emperor. We shall be but just in associating the King's name with that of the Minister in the public gratitude. If the Minister have the honor of the idea, the King has the merit of sanctioning it, Any other Prince, the aim of so many plots and conspiracies, might have hesitated; Louis Philippe saw but the wish of France, and deemed, as the Ministerial allocution expressed, that if aught could stand the comparison with glory, it was liberty."

The Commerce says that the remains of Napoleon should be carried through the towns and villages of France, and not be transported by water, and that they should be deposited

under the Vendome column. It charges M. Thiers with seek-ment, announcing its compliance with the application for the ing popularity more than having any lofty principle in view. remains of Napoleon. The Cabinet, adds this journal, was The Legitimist France treats the whole affair as a soup de resolved to take the earliest opportunity of announcing this theatre. The Quotidienne promises a long article on the pleasing intelligence to the Chambers of Deputies. It says subject. The Presse (Court organ) hints that the restitution also that Generals Bertrand, Gourgaud, and Petit, and Count by England is not so disinterested as may be imagined, and de Las Cases, will accompany the Prince de Joinville on his that M. Thiers has made some concessions to obtain it. The mission to St. Helena. Capitole (Bonapartist organ) denies that any credit is due to the Cabinet. It says:-" Every body knows that for the accomplishment of this act of reparation, England only waited for France to express its wishes. In the face of this wellknown disposition the French Government could no longer abstain :-a longer silence would have betrayed the existence of ignoble terror, and would have been a disgrace with which the country would have refused to associate."

The Ministerial Constitutionnel makes the subjoined com ments:-"The Cabinet has, by its zeal, shown that it is worthy of the good fortune which it owed to the King of being associated in the accomplishment of this great national duty. "The English Government did not reply with less readiness to the appeal made to its good feelings. The reply will be historical, like the fact which it announces. It is a new seal upon the alliance between the two nations over the grave of the Emperor, in which England desires that all remains of old national hatred may be buried forever. The result of the negotiation with England is a most important and happy event. In our foreign relations it consolidates an alliance on which depends the peace of the world: at home it is an example of patriotic piety by the Government which elevates the mind. We require, in these times, to have noble sentiments vibrating in our hearts."

The Charivari has the following: "M. Mole said in a soiree on Tuesday evening, on hearing that Napoleon's ashes were to be restored to France, 'I might have given myself the honor of this measure. England frequently put it in my power, but I did not choose to dethrone the present dynasty merely to gain a fleeting popularity.' Here we have two distinct pieces of Charlatanism on the same subject."

The Journal des Debats has the following comments: "Who would have said, twenty-five years ago, when England was directing against France the whole of Europe, that the day was so near at hand when these two nations, reconciled by a new revolution, would rely upon each other for the maintenance of the peace of the world, so long disturbed by their quarrels? Who would have thought that England, anxious to efface a sad remembrance from its annals, would have expressed its desire that the restoration of the ashes of Napoleon might become the pledge of the permanent reconciliation of the two nations? The alliance with England is still further consolidated by this event. In vain do diplomatists draw up treaties, if they are not ratified in the hearts of the people. We may now, however, believe, to use the noble expression of the British Government, that if some sentiments of animosity still exist between the two countries, they would be buried in the tomb in which the ashes of Napoleon are to be deposited."

Let us hear the Republican print, the National: "Will not the remembrance of the firmness with which Napoleon defended to his last hour, the flag and territory of France, prove a bleeding accusation against the cowardice which, for these ten years past, has sustained our most brilliant traditions? Who are the men who now presume to talk of the reparation due to the past? Are they not the same who yielded shamefully, and on every point, to Europe, armed only with protocols? Are they not the men who assassinated Poland, abandoned Italy, and refused to assist Belgium? Who permitted the counter-revolution to resume all that the revolution of July had stripped it of, and who are now going to brandish the sword of Napoleon, with the hand which ratified the treaties of 1815? Madmen! why do you touch history? Do you not see that these events, which were, in some degree, lost in the torper of opinion, will be roused from their sleep, and that, in speaking of the glory of the Emperor, you call upon the whole world to stigmatize your infamy."

The salons of the President of the Council were thronged yesterday evening by officers who had served under Napoleon, who were anxious to congratulate M. Thiers on the measure announced in the Chamber of Deputies relative to the Emperor's body. Among them were Marshals Gérard and Clausel, Generals Excelmens, Subervic, Fabvier, Castellare, and Anatule de Montesquieu, and Admiral Emeriau.

The Constitutionnel states that the Cabinet received only on Monday evening the despatch from the English Govern

"It is supposed," observes the Univers, "that the transferring of the remains of Napoleon will not take place before October."

THE MODEL.

BY E. DE LA BEDOLLIERRE.

Venture with us into one of the crooked and dirty streets, so numerous in the French metropolis; ascend a staircase that may be described as something between a ladder and a climbing mast in a gymnastic ground, and if you wish to re store to life on canvass any celebrated personage of ancient. or modern times-whether you want a Spartacus, a Cæsar, a Cicero, a St. Stephen, a Clovis, or a Moliere; or whether you stand in need of a feudal baron or a serf, an European er a savage, a martyr or a Jupiter Olympus, a Roman legionary or a French republican soldier:-you will in a wretched garret find the celebrated individual required, the saint, the emperor, the king, the poet, the warrior, or what you will in the person of the MODEL.

Contemptible profession!" says the misanthrope. Under favor, no, Sir, say we. Does not the "profession" require a combination of physical qualities that nature rarely unites in one individual? Has not the "Model" more substantial claims on our admiration under the blouse that hides his Herculean frame, than dwarfish dandies who are principally indebted for their forms to their tailors' skill? Does not the Model make part and parcel of the primitive matter wrought out by the painter or sculptor? Does he not, especially, cooperate in the creation of the pictures that embellish the walls of our museums, and of the statues that grace our public gardens? "Contemptible profession!" indeed! we cannot grant it. If we were not an auther we would be a Model.

Sooth to say, if professions were estimated according to their profits, that of the Model would not rank high. For the sum of three francs per sitting, he assumes any costume, or divests himself of all; holds his head high, or casts down his eyes, looks fierce or gentle, with indefatigable docility.

Formerly, there was a breakfast allowed the Model, over and above the price of his sitting. Seated near the stove by the artist's side, he used to eat and drink at discretion. His appetite was so insatiable, that the practice of giving him a breakfast has been rescinded, as abusive and mischievous.

Previously to this reform, when an artist was prepard to work, when he had donned his blouse, daubed with many colors, and his red cap, and had palette on thumb and pipe in mouth, his Model, after having eaten till he could eat no longer, slowly undressed and began the exercise of his calling.

"Now," said the artist, "let me have a correct attitude: bend your neck, extend your hands, raise your eyes to the ceiling, and remember that you are mortally wounded."

The Model obeyed. But after a few minutes his head sunk on his breast, his body bent, and his eyes involuntarily closed. 'Keep your attitude, man; keep your attitude!" said the artist.

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The Model started up, stammered out an apologetical word or two about the difficulty of his digestion, and in a short time substantiated his excuse by again falling into a doze."Preserve your attitude, and do not fall asleep! There, that's better."

Once more the Model left the required position; the painter grew impatient, swore not a little, and presently threw aside his palette and brushes in despair.

"Indeed," exclaimed the offender, "tis rather too much to expect one to keep falling mortally wounded during three successive hours."

In order, therefore, to avoid untimely somnolency, the Model is now allowed only his three frascs, and has to “find

himself." The scantiness of his earnings does not permit him to keep more than one string to his bow. He is reduced to Bréchon, a Model, who died a few years ago, originated a the same expedients as the abbes of the Regency, who used trick that certainly deserved a patent. He was always very to earn dinners from the church, and suppers from the stage, anxious to escape from the irksome task of sitting in the arand he resembles the chandlers of remote country towns, who tist's presence; but when, occasionally, the latter happened are at once grocers, tallow-chandlers, barbers, inn-keepers, to be absent from his studio at the appointed time, he undresswine-merchants, corn and chaff-dealers, and wooden shoe-faced at the door and "sat" on the staircase. tors. He is at all times ready to play the character of" Mia "What do I see!" exclaimed an elegantly dressed lady ter Jacques," in Moliere's play. who was quietly ascending, ignorant of the unwonted sight that awaited her.

STATISTICS OF ST. PETERSBURGH.-The following is from the State Gazette of Prussia:-" Of the 476,386 inhabitants of St. Petersburgh there are 200,000 more men than women. Economy is a virtue so rare among Models that all this is There are in the capital 1,123 ecclesiastics, 2,232 general almost incredible. Most of them have no other bankers than officers, 12,474 foreigners, and 238 actresses. The number the publicans beyond the barriers, to whom every Sunday of houses is 8,665, of which 5,405 are built of wood. There they regularly carry their week's earnings. One other model are 41 chemists, 4 foundling hospitals, 6 charitable instituof frugal industry is, however, also cited, "Ceveau, the beautions, 33 government and 37 private printing offices; 2,572 deutelé," a master sawyer. Ceveau is a very powerful square-built man; he can shoulder a smith's anvil and balance a kitchen poker on his little finger, and bets that he will floor a bear provided the animal be muzzled and have mittens on his paws.