The crew were all assembled on deck, and Captain St. Hilaire reviewed his men ; while Nanine under the name of Jules, was marked those of the men. She was among called: oh! how my heart beat! She looked up, and every mouth testified its admiration. M. de St. Hilaire, whom I regarded attentively, cast on her a scrutinizing eye, and then gave me a look yet more expressive.

morrow, when we should have lost long voyage by sea, and to have felt, sight of the coast. by experience, the power of female charins over a society of two or three hundred men, confined to a vessel, and condemned to the punishment of seeing only strong bearded chins for four or five months. Nanine would be distinguished amongst a crowd of pretty women; judge, then, of the homage she must receive where she was, without a single rival, the only object. She enjoyed this scene with all the coquetry imaginable, and which accorded with her character, while I felt it with all the jealousy attendant on my own.

After the review, he ordered the little Jules to follow him into his cabin; where he kept him for a quarter of an hour: I could not conceal my uneasiness: I went into the ward-room, where I found Nanine in tears; I felt little doubt but what she had disclosed our secret.

I will suppress the tedious recital of all my disquietude, all my torments, where my love increased with every cause that ought to have diminished it.

M. de St. Hilaire gave me a very Nanine, like another Armida, severe reprimand, and did not for- kindled the flame of love and disget to read to me the article where cord in every bosom : she seemed to such a fault was strictly prohibited: sport amidst the waves, and repose I haughtily told him to make use of beneath the storm. All the pruit to the very letter, and to set Na- dence, all the severity of M. de St. nine and me on shore at the first Hilaire, were insufficient to restrain land he should touch. The Captain, our quarrels; our hatred and resentwho seemed less offended at my ian- ment against each other daily inguage than affected with the tears of creased; he saw no other means of my lovely accomplice, spoke to us terminating the disorder than by both with kindness, and it was putting away the cause; and I have agreed on that Nanine, who could every reason to believe that, by this not flatter herself with remaining means, he imposed on himself a unknown under her present dis- most painful sacrifice. When we guise, should again take the habit of arrived at Mahé, on the Malabar her sex, and remain under the poop coast, he put Nanine on shore, telof the frigate, in that cabin which ling me that he had recommended was next to that of the Captain. her to the care of the Governour, This arrangement was not exactly and thought proper to employ me on as I could wish, but any objections board all the time of her disemthat I could start were not likely to barkation. I did not hesitate on the change it. part I ought to take: I left the vessel, never to enter it again, joined Nanine, and we arrived together at Surat.

To give an idea of the effect produced by Nanine appearing at table, for the first time, amongst ten or twelve officers, the oldest of whom Blessed in the sole possession of had not attained forty years, is im- all I held most dear in the world, possible: the ordinary scenes of and which I trembled to lose, withlife cannot present any thing like out care for the future, abandoning it it is requisite to have taken a all to love, several months had al

ready passed away in the delirium vinced that love is the most inestimaof a fatal passion, to which I had ble good, while it lasts, I do not sacrificed every thing, and which mention the sacrifices that you have had prepared for me so chequered made for me, nor those which I have a fate. been happy enough to make for you. We have loved: we are even.

I will not dwell on the details of our adventures at Surat; of the ex- When I refused to marry you in traordinary sensations produced France, I foresaw what would bethere by Nanine; or the success fal us in India: I had a presetishe obtained at the expense of my ment of something fatal, for which repose and happiness. I now come I now come I was resolved to ensure to myself to the fatal moment which broke in the remedy; I have found it in a so distressing a manner the first separation that I thought necessary, chains I had formed,

I had been absent for a few hours, and on my return home I missed Nanine; one of her women put into my hands the following letter, which I read with the most inexpressible anguish of heart :

the moment I found it possible.

"Your are not at present in a situation to appreciate the motives by which I act; and from what I know of your character, I knew I ought to shelter myself from your researches. You will, therefore, hear no more of me till the moment that you are embarking to return into France.

"I quit you, my dear Paul, with more repentance than regret; I blush to confess it; but I can no longer make you happy: I have "Farewell, my dear Paul; the ceased to love you, and it is not in word is painful to pronounce you may my power to offer you a single re- judge by my tears, which have almost compense for the many misfortunes effaced it when written. After havwhich are ready to overwhelm us. ing loved me, my friend, as you If any one could have singly fixed have done, do not hate me; and my heart, you alone could have per- when another love may have exformed the miracle; no one has piated my fault, believe that friendever inspired me, nor ever can in- ship will give you a first place in the spire me, with that tenderness of heart of the thoughtless

sentiment, of which I believe I have given you sufficient proofs. Con

"NANINE."

(To be Continued.)

VARIETIES.

From the Edinburgh Magazine, for Feb. 1818.

THE

ORIGINAL

BALLAD

ROB ROY.

OF

the name of his renowned sire, much of the daring and turbulent spirit by which he had been distinguished. But young Rob wanted THE following stanzas are print- his father's prudence and discreed from a small collection of old tion; and he signalized himself in, Scotch ballads in the hand-writing so many dark and desperate adven-" of Robert Burns; from which we tures, that (as Baillie Jarvie obpropose ere long to give some farther serves) he could not expect to come extracts. The story relates not to to a good end. Accordingly, after the hero of the Romance, who died being outlawed in early youth for peaceably in his bed in 1740; but shooting a kinsman,-after being to his son, Rob Roy Macgregor-Og, out in the 45,-and subsequently (the younger.) This person ap- engaged in many violent transacpears to have inherited, along with tions, he finally ended his career

on the gallows in 1754, for the achievement-which in his trial before the High Court of Justiciary is termed the forcible abduction of the Heiress of Edinbelly,"--and which has been celebrated by some nameless minstrel in the following rude but characteristick verses.

The ballad does not appear to have received any addition or improvement from the pen of Burns. We remember, at least, of having heard it sung many years ago by an old Highland crone from the banks of Loch Katrine, in very nearly the same terms. In the present copy several stanzas have been omitted, either as being of inferiour merit, or otherwise unworthy of publication.

Be content, be content,

Be content an' stay, lady,
For thou art my wedded wife,
Until thy dying day, lady.

He was a hedge unto his friends,
A Heckle to his foes, lady;
Every one that durst him wrang,
He took him by the nose, lady.
I'm as bold, I'm as bold,
He that daurs dispute my word

I'm as bold an' more, lady;

Shall feel my gude claymore, lady?

From the Ladies' Monthly Museum, for April, 1818.
LOVE.

WHEN love is nothing but a sensation, inspired by carnal circumstances, by tender glances, or insinuating attentions, it is but transient in its duration, and leaves but faint traces in the imagination when time shall have matured the judg

ment. When the same sort of emotion is but the effect of sensuality, or gratified vanity, it not only fades from the mind, but is quickly succeeded by indifference, if not disgust; but when the heart is filled with an impression of love and esteem in early youth, which

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grows with the growth, and strengthens with the strength," it resists the storm of the passions, and becomes a part of the existence of each; it is then a sacred fire, which continually feeds itself, and which can only be extinguished by death.

From the same.

THE DUKE OF ORLEANS. It is recorded to the honour of the famous Duke of Orleans, who was regent of France during the minori ty of Louis XV. that when a gentleman was hired to murder him and, he by his spies procured intelligence of it, instead of endeavouring to defeat the design, he gave orders

* Here the song goes on to describe Rob's forced that the man should be admitted to marriage with the lady,

"Four held her up before the priest,' &c. &c. after which the tune changes to something like Jenny dang the weaver.'

him. Accordingly, he was suffered to pass into the duke's bed-chamber one morning early, on pretence of

business from the queen. As soon go thy way, and see my face no as the duke cast his eyes on him, he more. The gentleman, stung with spoke thus-" I know thy business, his own guilt, and astonished at the friend; thou art sent to take away excellent nature of this prince, fell my life. What hurt have I done on his knees, confessed his design, thee? It is now in my power with and who employed him; but fearing a word to have thee cut in pieces be- to tarry in France, he ent red into fore my face. But I pardon thee; the service of the Spanish king.

POETRY.

From the Edinburgh Magazine, for March, 1818.

TO A LADY,
Inclosing some MS. Poems:
EAR Alice, many a year has fled
Since friendship first your footsteps

led

To where my childhood grew,
In that lov'd home my fathers reared-
And sweetest aye that home appeared
When it was graced by you.

'Twas not the griefs of loneliness
That caused us still your coming bliss
Or pain'd us so to part,

But seemed as we had found in you
The friends enraptured Fancy drew---
Companions of the heart.

And oft as o'er our moorlands brown
The year relax'd his wintry frown,

And welcome joyous May,
To wanton in the mountain gales,
And warble through the broomy dales,
'Mong infant flocks at play,----

To wake the lark upon the wold,
And weave her robes of blossomed gold,
O'er furze-clad uplands lone,---
We bless'd the hours that brought again
Our cousins Alice, Margaret, Jane,

Three Graces of our own.

Then from my schoolboy haunts I hied
To bid the garden of my pride

Breathe forth its sweet perfume,
And twine around my favourite bower
The gay laburnum's golden flower,
And honeysuckle's bloom.

Then sweet at silent eventide,
To roam where winding streamlets glide
Through fairy dells afar,
And list the wildly-warbled song
Rising the mossy banks among
Beneath the evening star.
And sweet, in solemn musing mood,
To walk beneath the leafy wood

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Stirr'd by the breath of June;
Or wander through the yellow vale,
While jocund hands exulting hal

The bright broad harvest moon.

And welcome was the social mirth
That circled round the harvest hearth,
And cheer'd the farmer's toils;
While heart-felt glee gave double zest
To humour-and the simplest jest

Renewed our ready smiles.

Dear Alice, though my rustick rhymes
Thus love to linger o'er the times
And pleasures long gone by,
And youthful feelings faded now-
I would not cloud your gentle brow,
By one regretful sigh.

Although we all may never meet
With hearts so light and hopes so sweet
As once our bosoms knew,
Yet long as life and friendship last,
With sunny glimpses of the past
We'll gild fate's darkling hue.

*

While memory thus recalls again
Departed joys, with all their train

Of mingling hopes and fears,
How ill the swelling heart can brook
The selfish crowd's unkindly look---
To freeze affection's tears!

When next we meet, my early friend,
Be it where kindred feelings blend

Checked by no worldly mind.--
Some friendly hearth or peaceful glade,
Where all we feel is frankly said,
And all that's said is kind.

Farewell! and if in partial eyes
A smile, perchance a tear, should rise,
Waked by those boyish lays,
That smile---that tear---I'd rather claim
Than sweetest blandishments of Fame,
And all her boasted bays!

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TWICE IN LOVE-FROM THE FRENCH.

(Concluded from p. 206.)

IT T seems as if nature, creating, once assail my heart; for I call not one after the other, those plea- the changes of fancy, or capricious sures which she has scattered connexions, by that name, where through the path of life, repented the senses are taken by surprise, of the present she chose to make us, and which leave no trace behind, not and that she has taken care to dis- even in the memory. I was arrived pense with our acknowledgments, at that period of life, when the maby accompanying all her favours turity of age serves to throw a light with a greater share of evil than the on the illusions of youth. Undepleasure which preceded it. The ceived in my ideas of friendship, by inconstancy of Nanine, for which which I was at first betrayed, in her infidelities ought to have prepar- glory, which often appertains to ed me, rent my heart, filled my good luck alone; in fortune, whose mind with tumult, and made a re- favourites had disgusted me, I volution in my whole existence, like to those violent diseases which, when once over, seem to give us a new constitution.

thought myself safe from the attacks of love, which appeared to my mind only as the forerunner of all those misfortunes of which it was the actual cause.

Betrayed by a publick dancer, I felt for the whole sex a sentiment I had become an inhabitant of which I disguised under the name of the country of the Zangais (to which contempt, and I adopted an opinion, the most unaccountable lot had conwith regard to women, like that en- ducted me) but for a few days, tertained by the people amongst when one of the elders of the tribe whom I resided. I only chose to came and presented to me the young look upon them as beings too tender Amioia, whom he had destined to to conserve for them any lasting im- be my wife. Amioia was just in pression; and amonst whom there her thirteenth year, and was the was no other choice to be made, offspring of a Zangais father, and a than from the old to young, ugly to Metisien mother. Her features, pretty, or brown to fair. without having that perfect regulariDuring the term of twenty years, ty which constitutes the rules of which passed away since Nanine beauty amongst Europeans, had a abandoned me, till my arrival in the peculiar character of gracefulness wilds of Guyanne, love did not and feminine sweetness-which MAG VOL. I.

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