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came into comparatively smooth water, and As we proceeded in our march, I was able almost immediately afterwards it touched the to observe that there were numbers of women land.

in the crowd. They were marked out from As soon as we had effected our disembarka- | the men by the particulars of their costume; tion, we were led up a precipitous ridge of their faces were all covered over, excepting rocks, stretching in front of us. Upon attain where small holes were left for the eyes ing the summit of the ascent, we looked before to peep through; their arms also were enveus, and there, towards the south, the town of loped in the folds of these head-mufflings. Salee was spread out beneath our view. Im We were afterwards told that it was a very possible would it be for me to express even the unusual thing for the Moorish females to leave shadow of an idea of the surprise which this their houses; but, upon this occasion, curiosity singular scene occasioned in me. A cluster of was too strong for custom, or even Moorish square, isolated buildings was scattered around, notions of propriety; for, although not less without either chimneys or windows to break than three thousand of the interesting recluses the uniformity of their lines. Low quad were abroad, some few only of the oldest had rangular doors opened in the front of each ever beheld a Christian woman. I, then, in block, and the walls were everywhere covered my own person, was the great centre of attracwith whitewash, as a protection against the tion to this heterogeneous crowd : for myself plague. In front of these sepulchral-looking in particular, the honours of this flannel recepstructures, or mounted upon their level tops, tion had been designed. there stood a crowd, each figure in it enveloped During our advance towards the customin folds of snow-white flannel, and with naked house, our escort had to ply their knotted legs and feet protruding from beneath. This thongs with vigour and activity; but even crowd was composed of the entire population of their utmost exertions did not entirely succeed Salee, assembled to witness the arrival of the in protecting our persons from outrage. Again barbarians. All grades of the community were and again we were spat upon, and struck with there, and all were clad alike. Priests and sticks. I received one blow upon the back of soldiers-gentry and beggars-nobles and ple my head that nearly stunned me. My husband beians—women and men--and young and old caught many similar proofs of the extent of

all wore the same white wrappings. It Moorish humanity, in warding off strokes that seemed to me as if I had suddenly come upon his quick eye perceived to be aimed at me. As some vast cemetery of a race of the olden time, we walked through this crowd of malicious and the dwellers of the tombs had all arisen savages, I felt that at least I had come to a from their long repose at my approach, and school where I might learn lessons of thankcome in their cerements to offer me their fulness. I could not but contrast the life of greeting. The first glimpse of Salce that I civilization, in which my favoured lot had beer. caught presented it to me as a town of enor hitherto cast, with the barbarous scene around mous sepulchres, with a ghostly population of me, in which an unprovoked multitude were recently-arisen dead. I shall never forget the showing themselves so wretchedly dead to sense of awe that crept over me as this strange every generous feeling of human nature, that and unearthly spectacle burst upon my sight. not a hand, save the hireling soldier's, was

But I was soon recalled to myself, and my raised in the cause of two defenceless and unmore worldly fears. The instant after we offending captives. appeared above the ridge, shouts and yells Fortunately for us, the distance from the burst forth from the terrific and now no longer landing-place to the custom-house was very ghostly multitude : and my feeling of appre short, for our guard found the difficulty of hension was by no means diminished, when I their task increasing with every step. When saw advancing from the crowd a band of tall we reached this building of pretending name, flannel men, with knotted cords in their hands. we found ourselves opposite to a spacious mud Were these cords to be our scourges or our barn, defended in front by heavy, prison-like bonds ? My friend, the Gibraltar-taught Moor, iron gates. The soldiers, as we arrived at this now rendered me really kind and effective place, all at once made a furious onset upon the service, for he managed to get close to my side, crowd with their knotted scourges, and, during and said, “You see you no want fraid ; the scuffle which ensued, we were safely lodged governor send soldiers ;-take care lady ; within the welcome shelter its portals afforded. take lady custom-house." Here he was sepa Looking round upon the interior into which rated from us, and our military escort sur we now advanced, we saw, ranged along on its rounded us.

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looking old fathers, in fleecy hosiery robes, sitting cross-legged upon piles of carpets, and finished off above by scarlet turbans. One of them was elevated upon piles of carpets, and was at once distinguished from them, as well by his august presence as by his splendid turban of green and white. This dignitary I soon discovered to be the Governor of Salee, and a very fine specimen of masculine Moorish beauty he seemed to be. The complexion of his face was rich olive-brown; his forehead high and massive; his eyes black, brilliant, and full of intelligence; his nose delicate and well formed; his mouth handsome, and furnished with brilliant teeth. His gigantic limbs and upright bearing, as he sat there majestically rolled in the folds of his full-long, flannel robes, assured me that if he rose he would stand at least a head and shoulders above his fellows of the council. The only trace of the ninety years, that I afterwards found had passed above his venerable head, was presented in his full moustache and ample beard of snowy whiteness. His person was scrupulously neat and clean, a qualification which I had alrcady discovered to be a highly exceptional one among the Algerines. The dignified appearance and deportment of this patriarchal Moor at once impressed me with an involuntary feeling of respect, such as I had been far from feeling towards any other member of the race I had yet seen. I subsequently learned that he was in reality of princely descent, and had a reputation with the populace for exceeding sanctity, having won his green turban, the only one I observed in Salee, by a pilgrimage to the prophet's shrine, at Mecca.

Behind this conclave of fathers there stood two figures, who appeared in strong relief, in consequence of the contrast afforded by their dress. Their costume consisted of blue cloth cloaks and velvet caps. One of them was old, the other young. The fine agrecable face of the elder was strongly stamped by the distinctive mark of Israel's sons: I at once knew that he was the consul, to whom we were looking with so much anxiety. His companion was a handsome youth, having also the Jewish cast of countenance. The inclination of the body, and the respectful attitude of both these figures, at once assured me that my anticipation had been correct, and that the so-called British consul was not a very likely person to trouble the council of the Moors with any inconvenient interference.

As my husband and myself were placed immediately in front of the president of this turbancd conclave, and as we had to wait the

arrival of the Moor who spoke English before any proceedings could commence, I had ample opportunity to observe what I have described. when this important and accomplished person

age had at length succeeded in joining us again, | the governor opened the business, by asking how much money there was concealed on board the prize. As the interpreter delivered this question, he added a caution to the captain to be careful in his replies, for, if he told any falsehoods, the governor would relieve him of his head without asking permission of the consul. My husband answered that “there were not twenty dollars on board." This was literally true, for we had only left them nineteen. The next question seemed a very puzzling one. The old fox wished to know “why we had been sent to Salee." My husband, however, was ready with his reply. He said he must refer that for solution to the questioner, as “he was himself very anxious to know why he had been molested on the high seas, and brought against his will into the dominions of the Emperor of Morocco, when his own king was on perfectly friendly relations with that potentate.” The governor answered him, that the admiral of the emperor's fleet had written to him, " that we had no contra signal, or Mediterranean pass, and that we had refused to show him the papers of the ship.” “That," said my husband, “is altogether false : I can prove by the testimony of my officers and men that I did show my papers when asked to do so; and, as to the Mediterranean pass, what had I to do with that, if I was not going to the Mediterranean?” Ile then, to my horror, proceeded to censure vehemently the conduct of the Moorish commander, remarking that “he supposed it would not be long before he sailcd up the London river, and captured the ships at anchor there, because they were without passes for the Mediterranean." This boldness and freedom of speech seemed, however, to amuse, rather than to irritate, the old man, who smiled from time to time, merely edging in, now and then, a word of cautious inquiry about the money we had left on board the brig.

So agitating and fatiguing had the occurrences of the day been, that I now began to find they were all too much for me. During the continuation of this dialogue concerning our capture, and our hidden wealth, the whitebearded governor and his corpse-like companions of the red top-knots began to dance and float about before my cyes. All at once my consciousness left me, and I fell to the ground. When I recovered my senses, I found that I had been placed on a sort of ottoman, close to

the president of the assembly, and that he was wherewith he was to effect this deed of exonehimself trying to re-assure me, by making the ration ; but the captain did not find either the interpreter tell me “I had nothing to fear now, instrument or the order to his liking. He, as I was close to him." I do not think the therefore, adroitly managed to get permission information did much for me, for, clean and that the letter should be written from the venerable as the old man was, I should have i consul's house, to which we were to go to wait been more relieved to have learned that I was the emperor's pleasure concerning us. But the a hundred miles away from him.

consul was made responsible for the letter As soon as the disturbance which this little being written in accordance with the governor's episode had caused was passed, the governor | order ; and he was further directed to despatch gravely told my husband that it was necessary it for its destination, by a special courier, at he should write a letter to the Emperor of daybreak. With this final determination the Morocco, admitting the legality of his capture, court of inquiry broke up, and consigned us to and stating that neither he himself, nor any of the care of our Jewish friend of the blue cloak. his crew, had been ill-used. A pointed cane | It was at least a relief to find we were not to was then presented to him as the instrument / go with any of the flannel grave-clothes.*



(Communicated by the Author of " Olive,” “ The Head of the Family," &c.) * * * I HAVE been married seven lean on-all compose an image wherein I see weeks. * * * * I do not rave in girlish no flaw. Nay, I could scarce believe in any fashion about my perfect happiness—I do not beauty that bore no likeness to Laurence. even say I love my husband. Such words Thus is my husband-what am I? His imply a separate existence---a gift consciously | wife-and no more. Everything in me is only bestowed on one being from another. I feel a reflection of him. Sometimes I even marvel not thus : my husband is to me as my own soul. that he loved me, so unworthy as I seem: vet,

Long, very long, it is since I first knew this. when heaven rained on me the rich blessing of Gradually, not suddenly, the great mystery of his love, my thirsty soul drank it in, and I felt love overshadowed me, until at last I found that had it never come, for lack of it I must out the truth, that I was my own no more, have died. I did almost die, for the joy was All the world's beauty I saw through his eyes long in coming. Though—as I know now-he --all the world's goodness and greatness came loved me well and dearly; yet for some reason or reflected through his noble heart. In his pre other he would not tell me so. The veil might sence I was as a child: I forgot myself, my never have fallen from our hearts, save for one own existence, hopes, and aims. Everywhere blessed chance. I will relate it. I love to --at all times and all places-his power was dream over that brief hour, to which my whole upon me. He seemed to absorb and inhale existence can never show a parallel. my whole soul into his, until I became like a We were walking all together— my sisters, cloud melting away in sunshine, and vanishing Laurence Shelmerdine, and I, when there from the face of heaven.

came on an August thunder-storm. Our danger All this reads very wild and mad; but, oh! was great, for we were in the midst of a wood. Laurence -Laurence! none would marvel at My sisters fled; but I, being weak and illit who had once looked on thee! Not that he | alas! my heart was breaking quietly, though is a perfect Apollo--this worshipped husband he knew it not-I had no strength to fly. He of mine : you may meet a score far handsomer. was too kind to forsake me: so we stayed in But who cares? Not I! All that is grand, an open space of the wood, I clinging to his all that is beautiful, all that makes a man arm, and thinking-God forgive me !-that if look godlike through the inward shining of I could only die then, close to him, encompassed his godlike soul,--I see in my Laurence. His | by his gentle care, it would be so happyeyes, soft, yet proud-his wavy hair-his hand happier far than my life was then. What he that I sit and clasp - his strong arm that I thought, I knew not. He spoke in hurried,

broken words, and turned his face from me all * To be continued.

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It grew dark, like night, and there came I answered him soothingly, so that he might flash after flash, peal after peal. I could not feel how dear was my love-how entire my stand—I leant against his arm. At last there trust. shone all round us a frightful glare, as if the He said, at last, half mournfully, “ You are whole wood were in flames--a crash of boughs content to take me then, just as I am ; to -a roar above, as though the heavens were forgive my past-to bear with my present-to falling—then, silence.

give hope to my future. Will you do this, Death had passed close by us, and smote us my love, my Adelaide ?” not-and Death was the precursor of Love. I answered, solemnly, “I will.” Then, for

We looked at one another, Laurence and I: the first time, I dared to lift my arms to his then, with a great cry, our hearts-long-tor neck; and as he stooped I kissed his forehead, tured-sprang together. There never can be It was the seal of this my promise, - which such a meeting, save that of two parted ones, may God give me strength to keep evermore! who meet in heaven. No words were spoken, save a murmur—" Adelaide !” “Laurence!”— We were laughing to-day-Laurence and I but we knew that between us two there was ---about first loves. It was scarcely a subject but one soul. We stood there--all the while for mirth; but one of his bachelor friends had the storm lasted. He sheltered me in his arms, been telling us of a new-married couple, who, and I felt neither the thunder nor the rain. I | in some comical fashion, mutually made the feared not life nor death, for I now knew that discovery of each other's “first loves.” I said to in either I should never be divided from him. my husband, smiling happily, “that he need

* * Ours was a brief engagement. have no such fear.” And I repeated, half in Laurence wished it so; and I disputed not sport, the lines-I never disputed with him in anything. Besides, I was not happy at home—my sisters

"He was her own, her ocean treasure, cast did not understand him.

Like a rich wreck-her first love, and her last.'

They jested with me because he was grave and reserved-even So it was with your poor Adelaide." Touched subject to moody fits sometimes. They said, by the thought, my gaiety melted almost into "I should have a great deal to put up with; tears. But I laughed them off, and added, but it was worth while, for Mr. Shelmerdine's “ Come, Laurence, confess the same. You grand estate atoned for all." My Laurence! never, never loved any one but me?” as if I had ever thought whether he were He looked pained, said coldly, “I believe I rich or poor! I smiled, too, at my sisters' have not given cause—" then stopped. How jests about his melancholy, and the possi I trembled ; but I went up to him, and whisbility of his being “a bandit in disguise." pered, “ Laurence, dearest, forgive me.” He None truly knew him-none but I! Yet I was looked at me a moment, then caught me half afraid of him at times; but that was only passionately to his breast. I wept there a from the intensity of my love. I never asked little--my heart was so full. Yet I could not him of his for me-how it grew-or why he help again murmuring that question--" You had so long concealed it: enough for me that love me? you do love me?” it was there. Yet it was always calm : he "I love you as I never before loved woman. never showed any passionate emotion, save one

I swear this in the sight of heaven. Believe night-the night before our wedding day. it, my wife !” was his vehement answer. I

I went with him to the gate myself, walking hated myself for having so tried him. My in the moonlight under the holly trees. I dear, my noble husband! I was mad to have trembled a little; but I was happy-very a moment's doubt of thee. happy. He held me long in his arms ere he would part with me -- the last brief parting

* * * * Nearly a year married, and it ere we would have no need to part any more. seems a brief day: yet it seems, also, like a I said, looking up from his face unto the stars, | lifetime--as if I had never known any other. " Laurence, in our full joy, let us thank God, My Laurence! daily I grow closer to himand pray Him to bless us."

heart to heart. I understand him better--if His heart seemed bursting: he bowed his possible, I love him more: not with the wild proud head, dropped it down upon my shoulder, worship of my girlhood, but with something and cried, “Nay, rather pray Him to forgive dearer---more home-like. I would not have me. Adelaide, I am not worthy of happiness him an “angel," if I could. I know all his little I am not worthy of you."

faults and weaknesses quite well-I do not He, to talk in this way! and about me! but shut my eyes on any of them ; but I gaze openly at them, and lore them down. There . . . . Louisa and I walked to the is love enough in my heart to fill up all chasms | village-she very much against her will. “It —to remove all stumbling-blocks from our was wrong, and foolish," she said ; " one should path. Ours is truly a wedded life: not two not meddle with vice." And she looked prujarring lives, but an harmonious and complete dent and stern. I tried to speak of the innoone.

cent child-of the poor dead mother; and the

shadow of motherhood over my own soul I have taken a long journey, and am some taught me compassion towards both. At last, what dreary at being away, even for three days, when Louisa was half angry, I said I would from my pleasant home. But Laurence was go, for I had a secret reason which she did obliged to go, and I would not let him go not know.—Thank heaven those words were alone; though, from tender fear, he urged me put into my lips! to stay. So kind and thoughtful he was too. So, we went. My little beauty of a boy was Because his engagements here would keep him not there, and I had the curiosity to approach much from me, he made me take likewise my the cottage where his grandmother lived. It sister Louisa. She is a good girl, and a dear stood in a garden, with a high hedge around. girl; but I miss Laurence; I did especially I heard a child's laugh, and could not forbear in my walk to-day, through a lovely, wooded peeping through. There was my little facountry, and a sweet little village. I was vourite, held aloft in the arms of a man, who thinking of him all the time; so much so, that stood half-hidden behind a tree. I quite started when I heard one of the village “He looks like a gentleman: perhaps it is children shouted after as “ Laurence.”

the wretch of a father!" whispered Louisa. Very foolish it is of me--a loving weakness “Sister, we ought to come away." And she I have not yet got over-but I never hear the walked forward indignantly. name my husband bears without a pleasant But I still stayed—still looked. Despite my thrill; I never even see it written up in the horror of the crime, I felt a sort of attraction : street without turning again to look at it. So, it was some sign of grace in the man that he unconsciously, I turned to the little rosy should at least acknowledge and show kindness urchin, whom his grandam honoured by the to his child. And the miserable mother! I, name of " Laurence.”

a happy wife, could have wept to think of her. A pretty, sturdy boy, of five or six years I wondered, did he think of her, too? He old-a child to glad any mother. I wondered might; for, though the boy laughed and chathad he a mother! I stayed and asked.--I al | tered, lavishing on him all those pet diminuways notice children now. Oh! wonderful, so- tives which children make out of the sweet lemn mystery sleeping at my heart, my hope Ford “father," I did not hear this father my joy--my prayer! I think, with tears, how I I answer by a single word. may one day watch the gambols of a boy like Louisa came to hurry me away. “Hush !" this; and how, looking down in his little face, I said: “one moment, and I will go." I may see therein my Laurence's eyes. For The little one had ceased chattering: the the sake of this future-which God grant SI father put it down, and came forth from his went and kissed the little fellow who chanced covert. to bear my husband's name. I asked the old Heaven! it was my husband ! woman about the boy's mother. “Dead! dead . * . I think I should then have five years." And his father? A sneer-a fallen down dead, save for one thing--I turned muttered curse— bitter words about “poor and met my sister's eyes. They were full of folk” and “gentle-folk." Alas! alas ! I saw it horror-indignation-pity. She, too, had seen. all. Poor, beautiful, unhappy child!

Like lightning there flashed across me all My heart was so pained, that I could not | the future: my father's wrath—the world's tell the little incident to Laurence. Even when | mockery-his shame. my sister began to talk of it, I asked her to i said--and I had strength to say it quite cease. But I pondered over it the more. Il calmly_"Louisa, you have guessed our secret; think, if I am strong enough, I will go and see but keep it---promise!” the poor little fellow again to-morrow. One She looked aghast-confounded. might do some good-who knows?

“You see," I went on, and I actually smiled,

" you see, I know all about it, and so does To-morrow has come-to-morrow has gone. Laurence. It is a friend's child." What a gulf lies between that yesterday and | May heaven forgive me for that lie I told : its to-morrow!

| it was to save my husband's honour.

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