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Richter, Karl Weber, make haste, both of you— the highest story, and entered the apartment come in.

exactly opposite their own. Stina had before At this summons, the two friends hastened observed the lady, as she left her room every into the parlour, and taking his seat once more morning at early dawn, and returned by breakat the piano, Hoffman recommenced playing, fast time with a bundle of what seemed to be while, at his bidding, Ebba exerted herself to needlework, till, interested by her apparent please in the vocal department; and such was destitution, she made some kind advances, and her success that she was often interrupted by so won on the stranger's confidence that she at the expressions of delight and admiration which length asked whether they wished to give out burst from the great musician and the illustrious work, offering her own 'services for its perauthor.

formance. “Ah !” exclaimed Jean Paul, as he clasped “ It matters not what return you make me,” his hands in ecstacy together, never have I said she, "for I am very poor; and if you canheard such sounds from any human voice! She not afford money, I will take food instead.” is surely an angel and not a mortal!" while Stina's warm heart was deeply moved by her Weber, on his part, advanced towards her, and modest request, and she immediately introduced remarked, with that melancholy smile which was her to her young mistress, who, attracted by her 80 peculiar to him, “ Lady, you sing admirably!” apparent good breeding, invited her to remain and as Ebba turned timidly from one to the to breakfast, and so sought to amuse and inteother, Hoffmnan cried out, “A great singer ! yes, rest her mind, that for a brief space she seemed she will be the first in Germany. Three months to forget her secret sorrows. The lady was practice, and you shall make your public début, about thirty years of age, and although dreadchild. Weber shall be your singing-master, and fully disfigured by small-pox, her face still wore I will teach you declamation.”

the remnants of former beauty, while her con“And what do you anticipate ?" asked Stina, versation, although carried on in the German in a tone of doubtful inquiry.

language, revealed a soft Italian accent. Her “What do I anticipate ? Why then, my old manners showed education and an acquaintance friend, come fortune and glory: "Ah, I see you with the world, and it was easy to perceive that do not yet comprehend; but the delight of the poverty had not affected the active mind along public and the gold of the stage-director will with the emaciated body. soon make matters clear."

“Now, pray, come dine with us to-day,” “I will write a short opera expressly for her,” pleaded Ebba, as she rose to depart; “ we sit said Jean Paul, animatedly.

down exactly at six, and you must not disap"And I will compose the music for it,” added point us by a refusal.” Weber, modestly.

Affected by the maiden's gentle goodness, the “What subject will you choose ?” inquired the lady took Ebba's hand in both of hers, and energetic Hoffman.

sought to give expression to her gratitude; but “What think you of Oberon for this 'Titania ?” with a hearty embrace, Ebba exclaimed—“Ah, whispered the poet.

I know well what it is to be poor; but now “Capital !" rejoined his friend.

that better days are in store for me, let us enjoy (Neighbours are blessings.) Notwithstanding them together." the brilliant hopes with which Hoffman en- “My good days are all gone," said her comcouraged the talented orphan, she still, by Stina's panion, sadly; "I have nothing more to hope good counsel, continued in the obscure hotel for in this dark world;" and Theresa-for that where they had first chosen their abode, and was the stranger's name-smiled at first as she where one small chamber, with a smaller ante- spoke, and then, as if overcome by some sudden room, served for their accommodation. A fine emotion, withdrew to the window, while Ebba's piano occupied nearly half its space, and here, young heart beat with sympathy and solicitude shut out from the bustle of the world, Ebba gave as she saw the big tears course one another her whole time to her particular studies, without down her pale cheeks. Such was Theresa's giving access to any visitors except Hoffman, reserve, that it required constant solicitation who gave her lessons at his own house, and and frequent invitations to draw her from the therefore came but occasionally, and Weber, seclusion of her own chamber, and nought but who, notwithstanding his weak state of health, Ebba's sweetness and delicacy of deportment appeared every day, so anxious was he that she could have won her entire confidence. should make her debut at an early period; and Impatient for the maiden's debut, the good poesessing a decided passion for music, along Hoffman would not wait for Weber's promised with the highest natural gifts, Ebba was little composition, but searching among the published dependant on the assistance of art, but at the collection, he at length determined that the end of two months was quite ready to appear on character of Zerlina, in Don Giovanni, would be the stage, as her mother's letter advised, al- exactly suited to the fair and pretty Swede; and though, owing to Weber's ill health, the he himself instructed her in her part of that * Oberon" was not ready for her debut as first splendid poem by Mozart—a part which she proposed.

acquired in a few lessons. One evening, as Ebba and her nurse returned * The next part regards costume," observed from a short walk, they met a stranger on the Hoffman, as they sat together one evening; common staircase, who ascended with them to “and as you are your own mantua-maker, I

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, which you must cut out from the pany her to prayers in the neighbouring chapel. rough sketch which I will now prepare ;” and Yes, dear Ebba, you shall have my most taking his seat at the table, he called for pencil fervent supplications this day,” she exclaimed, and paper, sketched Zerlina's dress in a few as she joined the maiden and the anxious Stina. moments, designated the colours, placed six “ Well may I plead God's guidance on one who pieces of gold on the piano, and then with a is about to enter on a fearfur career, careless of

sure and be ready by the next Thursday,” its perils, unconscious of its disappointments. abruptly left the apartment.

Nay, now, my child, do not regard my gloomy Ebba remained perfectly motionless, so bewil words, for I am sick this morning,” she added, dered was she by the conflicting emotions of as she marked the shade that passed over the joy and fear. Only two days, and her fate maiden's cheerful brow; and hastening down would be decided! What an agitating thought ! the stairs, she accompanied them to the neighRenown and riches, or disgrace and poverty- bouring chapel, where, absorbed in her supfor so Hoffman had marked out the two 'ex- plications for the sake of the young orphan, the

“And not even poverty with resig- kind-hearted Theresa was the last to rise from nation,” thought she, “but that poverty which her kneeling position. my own efforts might have warded off.”

On leaving the church, Ebba clung affectionher brow burning with fever, agitated and ately to her friend's arm, saying—“You must not alarmed, she once more approached the piano leave me to-day, dear Theresa ; you must even with the intention of trying her part; but her accompany me to the theatre this evening, and nervous fingers absolutely refused to do their by your good presence cheer me on to success. duty, and the keys hardly returned the least I accompany you?” cried her friend, startsound to her feeble touch. Just then Theresa ing back, as if struck by some sudden terror; entered the apartment.

“I cannot witness your success. No-no; I “Ah, dear child,” she exclaimed, “ you must will not go ; you 'must not require such a summon more courage and resolution if you sacrifice from me.” And so saying she drew hope to succeed. Once yield to fear, and her arm from the clasp of the affectionate girl. everything is lost; but

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Ebba burst into tears of disappointment, and, heart will not probably fail in the hour of need. as if moved by her distress, Theresa suddenly Come now, dear Ebba, be composed; I will approached, and murm

rmured, after a moment's play the piece, and you must sing it for me,” she space—“Forgive me, dear child; beloved Ebba, soothingly added, as, taking her seat at the forgive me. My resolution is taken, and I will piano, she touched the keys with such masterly not yield to any selfish suggestions. This day I execution, that Ebba cried out, delightedly– have prayed for you with a fervour which I have “ What an excellent musician you are ! Why, not known for many years; now I feel that dear lady, have you never offered to accompany Heaven will grant me 'strength for the effort, me before ?"

and I promise to accompany you.” “Because I am bound by a solemn vow never Theresa kept her word, and actually accompaagain to touch these keys for my own gratifica- nied Ebba to the theatre, where she not only tion, and in doing so now I only repay you in a dressed her in the costume of the Zerlina, but small degree for the kindness which has shed a. even followed her to the side scenes with engleam of sunshine over my dark and clouded couragement and sympathy, till, when her young pathway of existence. But away with expla- friend appeared on the stage, she could no longer nations, she added, with apparent effort. repress her deep anxiety, but covered her face “Come, make haste to sing this part, which with her hand, and sank half fainting on her belongs to the Zerlina. I have often heard it chair

. Soon the enthusiastic plaudits of the from the lips of Donna Flores, in Naples, whose audience, mingled with their shouts of congrachef d'auvre it was; and perhaps I can afford tulation, aroused her from her painful stupor, you some hints touching her manner of per- and she looked up to meet the embrace of the forming it.”

young and excited débutante, who left the stage Thanks to Theresa's good counsel and fine in the monent of her complete success. Never taste, Ebba made such improvement in its exe- had Dresden smiled on a more beautiful creacution, that at Hoffman's next lesson he could ture-never had it listened to a sweeter or more not sufficiently express his delight at the suc- touching voice. The whole corps pressed around cess of his pupil.

to offer their congratulation ; Hoffman clasped On her return home the following day, Stina her delightedly in his arms; Weber, with wet found Theresa busily engaged in sewing on the eyes, exclaimed, “ You have restored me to Zerlina's dress; and when it was finished, health : I am well again; I will immediately nothing could exceed Ebba's childish delight as finish the Oberon;" while, carried away as by she stood before the mirror clad in her rich a sort of delicious frenzy, Jean Paul threw himorange petticoat and black velvet corsages, while self at her feet, and exclaimed, passionately, Theresa, overcome by some sudden. emotion, “ Lady, your music carried me to the heaven turned hastily away and sought to conceal her from whence you came !" Many of the artists gushing tears.

and distinguished citizens of Dresden hastened At length the momentous day arrived, and at to do homage to the talented maiden, and Ebba an early hour Ebba softly tapped at her friend's might have been too much carried away by her

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success, if, just then, in the very moment of friend Hoffman, and her elegant manners and adulation and caresses, an icy hand had not cultivated mind soon won an equal share of adclasped hers with a pressure as if of warning. miration with her dramatic talents and her exEbba turned round, and met the fixed gaze of quisite voice. In the midst of her good fortune, Theresa, pale as was Bürger's Leonore, when Ebba still remained true to the poor Theresa, borne away by her spectre bridegroom. and even besought her to occupy a chamber in

“ Beware, Ebba!" she whispered; "you are her hotel; an offer, however, which the Italian breathing the air of contagion; the cup of poison resolutely refused. She chose those early morning is at your very lip. Let your voice only fail to hours, when she might meet the young, Swede do its duty, and this crowd of admirers, who uninterrupted by any other visitors ; she gave now worship you as an angel, will neglect, ay, the most judicious advice with regard to the totally desert you. Beloved child, I bid you parts of the drama in which she was to appear ; beware!" And throwing her shawl around and, above all, she sought, by adroit quesEbba, she drew her into a private box, where tionings and tender watchfulness, to discover sat the faithful Stina, almost overcome by the whether Ebba's warm heart still remained uncomplete success of her beloved charge.

touched amid the love and adulation which were Joy-joy! dear Stina !” exclaimed the ex- lavished upon her from every side. cited girl, as, throwing her arms around her One morning, when Theresa, in her friendly nurse's neck, she sobbed aloud in her excess of way, entered without rapping, she found Ebba happiness. “Ah, my mother was quite right; busily engaged in reading a note, which she I feel that she pointed out to me my true blushingly thrust into her bosom, as her friend career."

entered. “Stina,” interrupted Theresa, “ watch over “ Ebba," said Theresa, with deep solemnity, this dear girl in her hour of delirium. I charge as she retained the girl's trembling hand in hers, you, as you value her soul's health, watch over

remember, your

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may now be watching her, for her hour of peril is at hand.”

you from her celestial home; even now she may Just then, Ebba was summoned again for her be conscious of the need you have of her propart on the stage, and once more the theatre tection.” rang with the deafening applause of the de- My secrets are my own,” said the maiden, lighted public, till, when the curtain fell and she petulantly. “ What right have you to interhastened to resume her simple dress, what was fere ?" her surprise to find a handsome cashmere in its “ Poor child, I am not angry with you, restead, while at the door stood the happy Hoff- plied Theresa, soothingly; "I have indeed no man, ready to conduct her to a handsome car- right to inquire into your heart's secrets; but riage. As he led her along the gallery, he whis- for the sake of your dead parents, for your pered kindly in her ear, " Dear child, I will see talents and your fame, do not hide from me, you safe to your proper home-for the poor your best friend, this agitating, perhaps fatal attic is no longer yours!” and before she could secret.” prefer any remonstrance, the carriage rolled Half unwillingly, and yet resolutely, the rapidly over the paved streets, and stopping at blushing Ebba placed the note in her friend's a handsome hotel, her friend sprang out and led extended hand, but hardly had Theresa observed the astonished Ebba into a large and splendid the signature, when growing deadly pale, she apartment.

feebly exclaimed, “ God has sent me to save “Where am I?” she hurriedly inquired. you from great peril! Ebba, the Count de Karu Say, dear friend, where am I?”

requests an interview; he waits you in the " In your own house, dear prima donna,” drawing room. Invite him here immediately;" answered the smiling Hoffman, as he rubbed and hastily adding the single word “Come," at his hands in exultation together.

the bottom of the note, she rang the bell, gave “ It cannot be !" was her doubting reply. it to the servant who just then entered, and then

Yes, indeed, it is yours entirely; and I have threw herself in a chair, while Ebba regarded but one request to make in return.

her with looks of speechless surprise. “ What is that?"

“My God, grant me strength to bear this last “ That you will place your signature at the trial which thou hast pleased to lay upon me,” bottom of this three years' engagement to the murmured the unhappy woman, as, suddenly theatre, an engagement which insures you the springing up, she paced hurriedly up and down handsome sum of one thousand ducats per the spacious chamber. “And yet, how willingly month !” and then, with a hearty embrace, the will I suffer if this child can but be rescued good old man bid adieu to the happy Ebba, who from the dark fate which, during so many years, spent the whole night in trying to realize her has bowed me to the very earth. Ebba, dear exceeding good fortune.

Ebba, this man deceives you when he speaks of The fame of the prima donna increased with love; when he promises you happiness, he does every day; visitors from all parts of Germany but utter a foul falsehood. Like one of those nastened to Dresden to listen to her delicious evil spirits whom you read of in your old voice; and, perfectly at ease in her new position, Swedish chronicles, he will make prey of your he talented maiden made the most generous use beauty, your talents, and your glory. Ebba, of her fortune and her fame. The élite of Dres- dear Ébba, heaven has indeed marked me out den daily sought an introduction through her for your deliverer.”

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BY GEORGE J. 0. ALLMAN.

While she was yet speaking, the Count de, brilliancy of her youth and beauty, and is still Karu entered the apartment, and at the first the enthusiastic boast of Germany. glance at Theresa "his smiling face became When interrogated concerning the secret of clouded, and he drew back with an expression her power, and the coldness which she displays of alarm. But placing herself between him and to her crowds of admirers, her constant answer the half open door, Theresa turned to Ebba, ex- is, “ Art is a jealous partner, and I have pledged claiming, “See how he grows pale before me myself to be faithful to him in all things ?" the strong man before the feeble woman! But well may he tremble, when he recalls his past career. Ten years ago, and Vienna echoed with the praises of a young songstress as fair, as talented, as innocent as you are. Ebba, yonder man breathed love into her ear, and she wil

ODE. lingly believed his honeyed words. For his sake she gave up all-her fame, her talents, and her beauty-all, all became his. Suddenly he

(To a Captive Eagle.) sickened with that most horrible of all diseases, small-pox, and, regardless of her danger, she watched beside his bed of suffering ; day after day she soothed his fretfulness into patience,

With a sad heart, and full, and night after night she administered the me- I watch thy captive, lone nobility, dicines by which alone his life was saved. But Oh, royal bird, coop'd up in prison dull. alas! the contagion soon seized upon her as its

Why didst not rather die, prey; and, extended upon a bed of torture, she

Than yield thy freedom to man's tyranny ? lay through long weeks, without a friend to comfort her; ay, not even yonder man, for

Is this thy lowly doom ? whose unworthy sake she had overcome her Is this mock branch thy mighty pedestal ? feelings of natural dread and aversion. At length Is this thy hall of life is this thy tomb? she recovered, but with the entire loss of her

What wretch dare thus enthral beauty and her voice, for both had been de

The boast of Rome-the battle-bird of Gaul? stroyed by that terrible disease. Worse than all, he openly declared his indifference; he even

Thou who, when soaring high, taunted her with her change of features, her Canst look upon the Sun's all-dazzling rays despair, and her destitution, till, overcome by Ever unmov'd and with unblinking eye, shame, disappointment, misery, hunger, she had Now must thou pass thy days almost learned to hate her kind, when one heart Cabin'd like this, on nought but bars to gaze ? proffered her its sympathy, and won her to her better self ere the sacrifice was complete. That

Oh! could I make thee free, heart was yours, dear Ebba; that wretched vic- I'd let thee revel on broad wing at will; tim was myself !”.

Thy glorious heritage of land and sca, Ebba sobbed aloud with grief and sympathy,

Of valley and of hill while the brow-beaten count sought to effect a Again should be thine own, thine empire still.

retreat.

“And now begone, sir,” said Theresa, in lofty tones. “ For this once you have been

How soon thy home thou'dst seek, baftled. Away--begone!" and cowering with

Upon the loftiest summit of some rock confusion and indignation, the wily count obeyed

Where tempests rage, and the leagued light

ning's streak her command, and retired from the apartment.

Heaven and its gates unlock, “ Dear child,” exclaimed Theresa, as she Where thunder round thee bursts, but cannot pressed the sobbing girl to her bosom, "give

shock ! your affections to art alone. In it you will find a partner who will require your heart, your time,

But, 'tis thy lowly doom your strength, your every exertion, while he To make this branch thy mighty pedestal. places on your brow his glorious and undying This is thy hall of life, this is thy tomb! crown. Betray him once, and you lose for ever

Yes! this indeed is all your place on his starry throne. Ebba, will not Thy kingdom left thee, battle-bird of Gaul ! my fall make you watchful over your own! Will you not promise to watch sedulously over your too susceptible heart ?"

It seemed, indeed, as if a good Providence had but spared Theresa to be the deliverer of the Swedish maiden, for only a few weeks after this disclosure she closed her eyes on a world to tell its varied tales : 'and yet, after all is said, one

Opinion is a monster, with ten thousand tongues which had long been to her nought but dark- true opinion only can there be concerning any mate ness, while Ebba-thanks to the guardian talis- ter ; all the rest are mixed up, more or less, with base man which her friend had bequeathed her yet alloy, and therefore counterfeit. preserves all the might of her talents, all the

GOLDEN TREASURY OF LIFE.

FRAGMENTS OF AN ANTEDILUVIAN DIARY.

BY THE LATE MISS JEWSBURY.

To-day I am a hundred years old. How deep growl and press on us with unwonted blissful are the feelings of boyhood! My senses fury; traditions, visions, and threatenings are are acute as the tree with the shrinking leaf. abroad. What fearful doom hangs over this fair My blood bounds through my veins, as the world, I know not; it is enough that I am river pours through the valley--rejoicing in its leaving it: yet another five or eight score years, strength. Life lies before me, like another and the tale will be complete. But have I, in plain of Shinar-vast, unoccupied, inviting : I very deed, trod this earth nearly a thousand will fill it with achievements and pleasures ! In years ? It is false; I am yet a boy. I have had about sixty years it will be time for me to think a dream-a long, long, busy dream, of buying of marrying; my kinswoman, Zillah, will, by and selling; marrying and giving in marriage; that time, have emerged from girlhood; she of building and planting ; feasting and warring; already gives promise, I hear, of comeliness and sorrowing and rejoicing ; loving and hating : discretion. Twenty years hence I will pay a but it is false to call it a life. Go to—it has been visit to her father, that I may see how she grows; a vision of the night; and now that I am awake, meanwhile, I will build a city, to receive her I will forget it.“ Lamech, my son, how long when she becomes my wife.

is it since we planted the garden of oaks beside the river? Was it not yesterday?”

“My father, dost thou sport? Those oaks Nearly three centuries have passed since my cast a broad shadow when my sister carried me marriage. Can it be? It seems but yesterday beneath them in her arms, and wove me chaplets since I sported like a young antelope round my of their leaves." father's tent; or, climbing the dark cedars, "Thou art right, my son; and I am old. nestled like a bird among the thick boughs, Lead me to thy mother's tomb, and there leave and now I am a man in authority, as well as in me to meditate. What am I the better for my the prime of life. I lead out my trained servants past length of being? Where will be its records to the fight, and sit head of the council, beneath when I am gone? They are yonder-on all the very tree where, as an infant, my mother sides. Will those massy towers fall? Will laid me to sleep. Jazed, my youngest born, a those golden plains become desolate? Will the lovely babe of thirty summers, is dead; but I children that call me 'father, forget? The have four goodly sons remaining. And my seers utter dark sayings upon their harps, when three daughters are fair as their mother, when I they sing of the future; they say our descendants first met her in the Acacia grove, where now shall be men of dwindled stature; that the years stands one of my city watch-towers. They are of their lives shall be contracted to the span of our the pride of the plain, no less for their acquire- boyhood : but what is that future to me? I have ments than their beautly. No damsel carries listened to the tales of Paradise-nay, in the blue the pitcher from the fountain with the grace of distance, I have seen the dark tops of its cedars. Adah; none can dry the summer fruits like I have heard the solemn melodies of Jubal, when Azubah-and none can fashion a robe of skins he sat on the sea shore, and the sound of the with the skill of Milcah. When their cousin waves mingled with his harping. I have seen Mahaleel has seen another half century, he shall angels the visitants of men— I have seen an end take the choice of the three.

of all perfection ; what is the future to me?"

My eight hundredth birth-day! And now I feel the approach of age and infirmity. My beard is become white as the blossoms of the

A SONG FOR CHRISTMAS, almond tree. I am constrained to use a staff when I journey; the stars look less bright than formerly; the flowers smell less odorous. I

“ A Merry Christmas to you !". have laid Zillah in the tomb of the rock; Milcah is

gone to the dwelling of Mahaleel ; my sons Bring hither the “Holly," with berries so red : take my place at the council and in the field The Mistletoe Bough," let it also be spread. all is changed. The long future is become the Old Christmas” a term of rejoicing should be, short past. The earth is full of violence; the For ever in England a season of glee. ancient and the honourable are sinking beneath Let those who have plenty distribute their store, the young and the vicious. The giants stalk Relieving the wants of the suffering poor; through the length and breadth of the land, For best will the wealthy their riches employ, where once dwelt a quiet people—all is changed. When their humble dependents some bounty enjoy! The beasts of the field and the monsters of the

CLARA PAYNE,

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