is only by retirement and quiet, that he can hope to enjoy in peace, the privilege of watching over and consoling the last years of his parents. Jealous eyes are ever upon him. Few are the spirits which would not be unnerved from their native buoyancy, by such a tragic experience as he has known; few the hearts that would not, at the close of such sufferings, fall back upon themselves, and cherish serenity as the great boon of existence. When I received his kindly-uttered buon viaggio, and followed his retreating figure as he went to resume his station by his father's bed-side, I could not but feel that the tyranny of Austria had not yet exhausted itself upon his nature-that his spirit had not wholly rebounded from the repression of despotism; but I felt, too, that he had nobly endured enough to deserve universal sympathy, and be wholly justified in applying to himself the sentiment of Milton: They also serve who only stand and wait.'

LOVE IN A LAZZARET.

'The cell

Haunted by love, the earliest oracle.'

Byron.

THE surface of the sea assumed the crystalline quietude of a summer calm. The dangling sails flapped wearily; the sun slept with a fierce and dead heat upon the scorching deck; and even the thin line of smoke which rose from Stromboli, appeared fixed, like a light cloud, in the breezeless sky. I sought relief from the monotonous stillness and offensive glare, by noting my fellow passengers, who seemed to have caught the quiescent mood of surrounding nature, and resigned themselves to listlessness and silence. Delano was lolling upon a light settee, supporting his head upon his hand, and with halfclosed eyes, thinking, I well knew, of the friends we had left, a few hours before, in Sicily. Of all Yankees I ever saw, my companion most rarely combined the desirable peculiarities of that unique race with the superadded graces of less inflexible natures. For native intellgence

and ready perception, for unflinching principle and manly sentiment, his equal is seldom encountered; but the idea of thrift, the eager sense of self-interest, and the iron bond of local prejudice, which too often disfigure the unalloyed New-England character, had been tempered to their just proportion, in his disposition, by the influence of travel and society. On the opposite side of the deck, sat a young lady, regarding with a half-painful, half devoted expression, a youth who was leaning against the companion-way, ever and anon glancing at the small yellow slip. pers that encased his feet, while he complacently arranged his luxuriant mustaches. These two were affianced; and by a brief observation of their mutual bearing, I soon inferred the history of the connection, and subsequent knowledge confirmed my conjecture.

The Prince of- had paid his addresses to the eldest daughter of the Duke de Falco, with a view of replenishing his scanty purse; and by dint of some accomplishments and much plausibility, had succeeded not only in obtaining the promise of her hand, but in winning the priceless, but alas! unrecompensed boon of her affection. Often, in the course of our voyage, when I marked her sudden gaze of disappointment, as she sought in vain for a responsive glance from her betrothed, I could not but realize one fruitful source of that corruption of manners which characterizes the island of their birth. not unfrequently, as I saw the parental pride and tenderness with which the old man caressed his children, have I wondered that he could ever bring himself to sacrifice their best happiness to ambitious designs. Yet the histo.

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ry of every European family abounds in such dark episodes. The daughters of the South open their eyes upon the fairest portion of the universe, and during the unsophisticated years of early youth, their affections, precociously developed by a genial clime and ardent temperament, become interested in the first being who appeals to their sympathies, or captivates their imagination. The claims of these feelings, the first and deepest of which they are conscious, if at all opposed to previous projects of personal aggrandizement, are scorned by their natural guardians. And yet when the warmest and richest attributes of their natures are thus unceremoniously sacrificed to some scheme of heartless policy, it is deemed wonder. ful that in the artificial society thus formed, principle and fidelity do not abide! What is so sacred in the estima. tion of youth, as a spontaneous sentiment? And when this is treated with cold sacrilege, what hallowed ground of the heart remains, on whichVirtue can rear her indestructible temple? The elder children, however, are generally the victims of this convential system, and when its main object is accomplished, the others are often left to the exercise of their natural freedom. With this consoling reflection, I turned to the second sister, who was reading near by, under the shadow of a light umbrella, which a young Frenchman held over her head. Never were two coun. tenances more in contrast, than those of the donna Paolina, and Monsieur Jacques. There were certain indications in the play of her mouth and expression of her eye, that, youthful as she was, the morning of her life had been familiar with some of those deep trials of feeling, the effect

of which never wholly vanishes from the face of woman. His physiognomy evinced both intelligence and amiability, and yet one might study it for ever, and not feel that it was animated by a soul. Upon a mattress beneath the awning, her shoulders propped up by pillows, and her form covered with a silk cloak, reposed the youngest, and by far the most lovely, of the sisters. Angelica had seen but sixteen summers, notwithstanding the maturity of expression and manner so perceptible above the child-like demeanor of girlhood. Her dark hair lay half unloosed around one of the sweetest brows, and relieved the rich bloom of her complexion, as she dozed, unconscious of the admiring gaze of a Neapolitan officer, who stood at her feet. I had scarcely time to notice the exquisite contour of her features, when she started at an observation of her sister, and the smile and voice with which she replied, redoubled the silent enchantment of her beauty. At a distance from us all. as if to complete the variety of the party, stood an Englishman, whose folded arms and averted gaze sufficiently indicated that, for the time at least, he had enveloped himself in the forbidding mantle of his nation's

reserve.

At sunset, a fresh breeze sprang up, and the spirits of our little party rose beneath its invigorating breath. I have often had occasion to observe the admirable facility with which travellers in some parts of Europe assimilate. It always struck me as delightfully human. One may traverse the whole extent of the United States, and all the while feel himself a stranger. If a fellow traveller engage him in conversation, it is probably merely for the