The wigwam-smoke curled blue,
And the warm sun shone smiling down
Thy spreading antlers through.

The scene was changed: the battle-shout
From hill to valley rang,

And thousands of swart warriors
From their dark ambush sprang;
And poisoned dart and tomahawk
With blood were crimsoned o'er,
And the rank earth about thy roots
Smoked hot with human gore!

But o'er the scene where war's fierce tide
Erst rolled ensanguined waves,
Thy shadow in the morning-sun
Falls peaceful on the graves
Of those who fell in angry feud,
Or age's calm decay,

And thou the sole gray witness left
Of those long passed away!

And when the hoary winter's blast
Drove down its frozen rain,
Or, glittering in the moon, the snow
Lay crisp upon the plain,

Thy mossy trunk and iron heart,
Stout limbs. — a giant form!

Braved with a monarch's proud despite
The anger of the storm.

But now no more amidst thy boughs
The blue-bird's song shall gush,

To hail the earliest dawn of light
That makes the Orient blush;
No more, when parting day hath tinged
With purple hues the even,

Shalt hear the robin warble sweet

His vesper-hymn to HEAVEN.

BY CHARLES ASTOR BRISTBD.

CHAPTER FOUR.

THE CROWN OF CHARLEMAGNE.

TOWARD the end of the month of December, the Bidault Express distributed a hundred copies, or thereabo tation, of which the following is an exact transcript:

'MR.:

'Messrs. RODOLPHE and MARCEL request the honor of your compan ing next, (Christmas eve,) to hear a little laughter.

'P. S.We have but one life to live.'

And enclosed was the following

PROGRAMME OF THE ENTERTAINMENT:

'Ar seven, doors open. Lively and animated conversation.

'At eight, the talented authors of the Mountain in Labor, a comed Odeon, will enter and walk about.

'At eight and a half, Mr. ALEXANDER SCHAUNARD, a distinguished v cute on the piano The Influence of Blue in the Arts: an onomatopoeic 'At nine, reading of a Report on the Abolition of Capital Punishme "At nine and a half, Mr. GUSTAVE COLLINE, hyperphysic philosopher cussion with Mr. SCHAUNARD, on the Comparative Merits of Philosophy a To prevent any collision between the disputants, they will be tied toge 'At ten, Mr. TRISTAN, a literary man, will recount the story of his panied on the piano by Mr. SCHAUNARD.

'At ten and a half, reading of a Report on the Abolition of Capital TRAGEDY, (continued.)

'At eleven, Account of a Cassowary Hunt by an Eastern Prince.†

*IF metaphysics is what comes after physics, according to etymology, (th have generally found to be what comes after liquor,) this new science must b politics. What in the name of every thing awful is that? The deluge is t politicians, according to Prince METTERNICH and Lord MAIDStone.

+ The structure of this sentence does not make it quite clear whether the E actually present to relate the Cassowary Hunt, or whether his performan hunting the animal, and the account of the hunt was to be another person's w similar ambiguity I recollect in a magazine title some years ago: Lines on a Barry Cornwall; which one of our newspapers reprinted so as to cast a gr the poet, thus: Lines on a Lady, Slandered by Barry Cornwall.

ced by our two friends.

have grave suspicions,' said one of the skeptical. 'I was at Rohe's Wednesdays sometimes when he lived Rue de la Tour d'Aune. You could only sit down metaphorically, and had nothing but r to drink, and not filtered at that.'

ow, a word as to the origin of this party which was causing so much nishment in the Transpontine world of art. For about a year, Marnd Rodolphe had been talking of this sumptuous gala, which was ys to come off next Saturday, but disagreeable circumstances had d their promise to run the round of fifty-two weeks; so that they in the condition of not being able to move without encountering e ironical remark from their acquaintances, some of whom were rash enough to demand its fulfilment! The thing was beginning ake the character of a standing joke against them; the two friends ved to put an end to this by liquidating their engagement. Accordthey sent out the above invitation.

Now,' said Rodolphe, 'there is no retreat. We have burned our ships. at days are left us to procure the hundred francs indispensable to g the thing properly.'

Since we must have them, we will,' answered Marcel; and with their tual rash trust in luck, the two friends went to sleep, well convinced the hundred francs were already on the way-some impossible - toward them.

Lowever, the night before the day indicated for the entertainment, as ing had yet arrived, Rodolphe thought it would be safer to help his a little, if he did not wish to find himself disgraced when the time come for lighting up. To facilitate this, the two friends progressmodified the splendors of their self-imposed programme. By ification after modification, cutting down very much the article of es, and carefully reviewing and abridging the article of Refreshments, total expense was reduced to fifteen francs: the question was simplibut not resolved.

Come, come,' said Rodolphe, we must put every engine at work. he first place, we cannot adjourn the performances this time.' Impossible!' replied Marcel.

in consideration of some small loans, which the veteran s not hesitate about when his narrative had been listened to enthusiasm.

About two in the afternoon, Marcel, with downcast look under his arm, met, in the Place du Carrousel, Rodolph his uncle's with a face that announced bad news. 'Well,' asked Marcel, 'were you successful?' 'No, indeed! my uncle has gone to Versailles 'That beast of a Medicis does n't want any more ruin asked me for a Bombardment of Tangier.

- and y

'Our reputation is gone if we don't give our party,' 'What will my friend the influential critic say, if I mak white cravat and straw-colored gloves for nothing?'

Both returned home a prey to the most lively anxiety j (not their clock, of course) struck four.

'We have but three hours before us,' said Rodolphe. 'But,' exclaimed Marcel, approaching his friend,' are quite sure, that we have no money left here?'

'Neither here nor any where else. How should we?' 'If we look under the furniture—in the chairs? The emigrants used to hide their treasure in Robespierre's t our arm-chair belonged to one; beside, it is so hard tha thought there must be metal inside of it. Will you ma of it?'

'This is mere farce!' replied Rodolphe, with an air of ness and pity.

Suddenly Marcel, who had been poking into every corn uttered a shout of triumph.

'We are saved!' he cried. 'I was sure there was som here. Look!' and he showed Rodolphe a piece of mon crown, half consumed by rust and verdigris. It was a Ca of some value to an antiquary. The inscription was such a state of preservation that you could read the d magne's reign.

u know very well I never had one.' ll, we can arrange it somehow.

མ མ་ ༥ཨ་་པ་

If it comes to the worst, you

nd me your coat and not come to the party.'

at won't do at all; for I am on the programme, and therefore must

e.'

ere are a good many other things on the programme that won't re,' said Rodolphe. 'Lend me your coat, at any rate. If you o come, come as you choose-in your shirt-sleeves - you can ra faithful domestic.'

' rejoined Colline, blushing, 'I will wear my hazel over-coat -but reat bore, all this.' And as he perceived that Rodolphe had already nds on the famous black coat, he called out,' Wait a bit; there's ing in the pockets.'

ne's coat deserves particular mention. In the first place, it was ery positive blue, so that its owner used to say 'my black coat,' from a way he had. And as his was the only dress-coat belong the association, his friends had also fallen into the way of saying, hey spoke of the philosopher's official garment, Colline's black Moreover, this garment had a peculiar cut, the most bizarre posits very long skirts, attached to a very short waist, were furnished wo pockets, perfect abysses, in which he used to stow a score of s which he always carried about with him; so that his friends at when the public libraries were closed, the literary public might Lo Colline's skirts, where a library was always open.

day, for a wonder, the coat contained only a quarto volume of a three-volume treatise on the Hyperphysic Faculties, one volume dillac, two of Swedenborg, and Pope's Essay on Man. Having d his portable library of these, Colline allowed Rodolphe to put

!' said the latter, 'this left pocket is very heavy still; you have mething in it.'

e,' said Colline, 'I have forgotten to empty the foreign-languages