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The pestilential air he breathed there, undermined his health; he was carried to the hospital. A young nurse was ordered to attend on him. To a handsome face he joined the advantages of birth and fortune At first, his pleasing countenance interested her, and when he had acquainted her with all his misfortunes and forebodings, pity completed what tender sympathy began. She resolved to effect his escape. After imparting her design to him, without avowing her partiality, she advised him to feign as if he were in violent convulsions and expiring. The young man acted the part allotted to him. Sister Theresa, according to custom, spread the sheet over his head. The physician came at the usual hour; she told him the patient had just breathed his last; he went away, without suspecting her deception. At dark sister Theresa pretended that the corpse had been claimed, for the instruction of the young surgeons, and she had it brought to the hall for dissection. When he was there she gave him a suit of clothes, belonging to a surgeon who was in the secret; and in this disguise he escaped without notice. The fraud was not discovered till the next day. Sister Theresa was examined; and using no dissimulation, so awful was her candour, that she was spared. Meanwhile, she had inspired the young Bordelese with a passion still stronger than her own; he induced her to come to his retreat; and there, on his knees, he entreated her to embellish the days she had preserved, by consenting to be his wife; as may be readily conceived, she did not refuse; since she was receiving as much happiness as she conferred. They went together to Spain, where they were married. Madame C......r could prove her love to Cit. Boyer only by dying with him. They were imprisoned together in Paris. One day Boyer was summon.cd before the tribunal, as a witness. Ilis fellow prisoners thought
they should not see him any more, and the looks of all were directed towards his mistress She seemed to be composed, and retired to write. One of her friends, suspecting that this apparent calm might conceal a daring design, watched her, and intercepted a letter which she had written to the publick accuser. By this letter he was informed of every feeling of her burning heart. Madame C.......r expressed in it her wishes for the restoration of royalty, which was the same as calling for death; she expected it. But as she received no answer, she was afraid her letter had been intercepted; she wrote another, and took every care that it might reach its destination. In the mean while the journals were kept out of her sight, because Boyer was on the list of those whe had been executed. She said to her friends: I know he is no more, do not deceive me, I have courage. They at length confessed the truth. She received this last blow with the greatest fortitude, and retired again to her apartments: there she read over once more her lover’s letters, of which she made a girdle round her waist, and spent the remainder of the night in lamenting him. On the next day, she dressed herself with great nicety, and while at breakfast with the other prisoners, she heard the bell ringing. “It is me whom they come to fetch,” exclaimed she joyfully. “ Farewell, my friends; I am haffty, I am going to follow him.” She then cut off her beautiful hair, and divided it among her friends. She gave a ring to one of them, a necklace to another, and after begging that they would sometimes look at these presents, she took her leave. She ran to the tribunal; she was asked if she was the author of the letter which she was called to account for: Yes, Monsters! I directed it to you; you have murdered my lover; strike me now; here is my head. When on the scaffold she exclaimed: here, he fierished yesterday, at the same hour; I see his blood; come, eacecutioner, and mix that of his lover’s with it ! After uttering these words, she tendered her neck to the bloody axe, repeating to her last moment the name she held so dear. Another woman distinguished herself, after the death of her lover, by an action of a different nature but no less affectionate. She had witnessed the execution of the unfortunate, on whom her affection was fixed. She followed his remains to the place where they were to be buried with those of several others. There she entices the cupidity of the gravedigger to obtain the head of a beloved victim, and tells him:— “ Eyes full of love, which death has just now extinguished, the finest hair in the world, youthful graces withered by sorrow; such is the ficture of the one I want; 100 Louis d’or ovill be the reward of such a service.” The head was promised. She came again alone and trembling, to receive it in a valuable veil. But nature was not so strong as love. Exhausted by such struggles, this fond lover fell down at the corner of Rue St. Florentin, and to the terrified eyes of beholders revealed her secret, and what she was carrying. She was sent before the tribunal, where the judges made a charge against her, of what ought to have excited their sympathy; and she went to the scaffold, in the consoling hope of finding in another world the object which had animated her with such a delirious passion Fraternal affection inspired also sacrifices. The sister of a bookseller in Paris, of the name of Gatty, being present when her brother was condemned, exclaimed Vive le Roi o within the court itself. She wanted to die with him; but this sad satisfaction was denied her, and her execution was delayed till the next day. Mademoiselle Maille, confined in Rue de Sevres, sacrificed herself Vol. v. S
for her sister in law. She went to the yard with the other prisoners, to hear the names of the condemned called over; her name being pronounced, she steps forwards, but observes that the surname not belonging to her, must apply to another person. She is asked whether she knows who that person is : [it was her sister in law] she remains. silent; she is ordered to disclose her retreat. “I do not wish for death,” says she, “ but I firfer it a thousand times to the shame of saving myself at the exhemse of another; I am ready to follow you.”
After the surrender of Lyons five prisoners escaped from a dungeon called the Cave of Death; the sisters of young Porral facilitated their evasion. They gave a part of their fortune to obtain access to their brother, and through the greatest dangers visited him several times, and procured him the necessary implements: young Porral made use of them with as much success as boldness, and soon came with his four fellow prisoners, to thank his sisters, who assisted him to elude the search which his flight occasioned.
[A very particular account of this evasion, with many others, some of them conducted with wonderful dexterity, was published at Lyons, after the reign of terrour had subsided. It shows to what fury revolutionary principles may be impelled.]
Madame ELIZABETH could have avoided the dangers which threaten-' ed the Bourbons, by joining those of her brothers who emigrated from France; but she rather renounced all thought of herself than forsake the most unfortunate of them. She was executed soon after the king, with the placidity of mild innocence. When carrying to the scaffold, her neck handkerchief fell off; being thus exposed to the gaze of the crowd, she addressed to the executioner these memorable words: “ In the name of decency cover my bosom.”
MEMOIRS OF THE LATE ALEXANDER ADAM, L. L. D. REctoR of the High school of EDINBURGH.
DR. ADAM, it appears, was born in 1741, the son of one of those little farmers who then abounded in Scotland, but are now swallowed up in the vortex of monopolists, or rather fluralists. His father, though poor, had the honest ambition, so creditable to Scotchmen, of giving his son a liberal education; and the son appeared no less ambitious of profiting by this paternal attention. “Having gone through the routine of the Latin language, as it was then usually taught in a parochial school, Mr. Adam turned his steps towards Aberdeen, with the intention of contending for a Bursary, an exhibition of small value.” Being, however, unsuccessful, he proceeded to Edinburgh, and here comes the economical anecdote, and which we shall give in his biographer's own words: “His studies were continued with unremitting vigour, and his finances were so straitened, that in his anxiety to go forward to the grand object of his career, he even abridged his portion of the necessaries of life. He entered the Logick Class, in the vicinity of Edinburgh, 4th Nov. 1758, and about that time began to assist young Mr. Maconochie §. a lord of session, by the title of lord Meadowbank) in that capacity which is commonly styled a private teacher. For his services he received only one guinea in three months; yet, as he had no other method of raising a sixpence, he contrived to subsist upon this sum, and in a manner that will now appear incredible. He lodged in a small room at Restalrig, in the northeastern suburbs; and for this accommodation he paid four pence per week. All his meals, except dinner, uniformly consisted of oatmeal made into porridge, together with small beer, of which he only allowed himself half a bottle at a time. When he wished to dine, he purchased a penny loaf at the nearest baker's shop, and if the day was
fair, he would despatch his meal in a walk to the meadows, or Hope Park, which is adjoining the southern part of the city; but, if the weather was foul, he had recourse to some long and lonely stairs (the old houses in: Edinburgh haye all common staircases, mostly of an unconscionable height, one in particular being fourteen stories) which he would climb, eating his dinner at every step. By this means, all expense for cookery was avoided, and he wasted neither coals nor candle, for when he was chill, he used to run till his blood began to glow, and his evening studies were always prosecuted under the roof of some one of his companions. The youths of Scotland have hitherto been remarkable for parsimony and perseverance; but no man was ever more completely under the influence of a virtuous emulation, than Mr. Adam. The particulars of his conduct, which are here related, have not been exaggerated in any manner, for he frequently told the same story to his pupils. At a convivial meeting between Mr. Adam and Mr. Luke Fraser, another of the masters of the high school, the latter, who was very sceptical as to Mr. Adam’s parsimony, took the trouble of bringing together upon paper, the various items of his friend’s expenditure, and actually found, that in six months it did not amount to two guineas " Dr. Adam’s merits as a scholar, a teacher, a grammarian, and an author, were undoubtedly high; and, during the forty three years he held the rectorship, by his talents and assiduity he raised the school (especially the higher class, which it was his immediate province to teach) from a very low state to the zenith of prosperity; and he was enabled for many years to live and entertain his friends in a style of excellence, perhaps not inferiour to the learned lord, his former pupil.
And lo! advancing on the plain, Appears a smiling, beauteous train, With tripping footstep slightly bounding To delighted musick sounding, And, as flushed the forms advance, On me they bend the favouring glance, Pointing to enchanted ground. Foremost pleasure moves along, And softly breathes her siren song; While giddy Mirth, with wreath fantastick crowned, Whom Bacchus taught of old, and played With him in his viny shade, And to the jocund stripling gave His freshest cup of Nectared wave, Sports beside the Goddess wild; And Love, the rosy-dimpled child, With blooming cheek, and, archly smiling, Unsuspecting hearts beguiling, Leading the cherub Joy in hand, Peeps from behind his mask, and waves his air-light wand :
O bear me to your blest retreats, Your breathing bowers,exhaling sweets, Where sportive zephyr flutters, shaking Golden wings, and gently waking All the myrtle-murmuring grove And there with thee my steps shall rove, Distant from each mortal care; There Love shall aim his honied dart, Thrill, but never wound the heart; And melting maids, as yielding kind as fair, In dalliance dear, and amorous play, Glancing looks of humid ray, And sighing odours, as they go, Shall, with the soul’s delicious glow, Lead me to the rosy bed For blissful rites their hands have spread: And ever ceaseless joys amassing, As the moments bright are passing, Attentive forms shall, mocking doom, Strow with oblivious flowers my passage to the tomb :
Long, a stranger to repose, I prest the thorny couch of thought forlorn; Yet bleeding with my bosom torn, I called no power my weary eyes to close, Jealous of my cherished woes: And oft when dimly glimmering in her sphere Hung midnight's silent, solitary lamp, Wandering at her season damp, I paused the torrent’s roar to hear; Or when the moon, in fleecy shroud, Shrunk pale behind her fearful cloud, I loved, amid the soul-affrighting hours, To hear the rushing blast that raved among the towers!
III. 2. Realms of rich delight and joy, At length I reach secure your blest do. - mains.
“Mistaken youth ! and dost thou deem The joys you grasp are not a dream, Thy cheated fancy quick pervading, And, alas! as quickly fading Soon the glittering prospect bright Will vanish from thy sickened sight, Touched by Reason’s awful ire, Unveiled appears the specious harm; Guilt remains for Pleasure’s charm, And sad remorse for the indulged desire. He finds in harlot-lap carest, Innocence has left the breast. E’en beneath the flowers concealed, On which thy limbs their langour yield, Care with serpent-form remains To sting the wretch with fiercer pains; And Death, o'er mad excess presiding, Marks his prey, each joy deriding!”— The voice was lushed, or heard no more, And all was fled my sight of all that charmed before. GEO. W. CLARKE. Baltimore.