scarcely conscious of what had happened, to my lodgings, and was received with congratulations which I wanted not, mingled with admonitions as to my future conduct, which I despised. I sought the privacy of my own apartment. The first object that met my sight was the figure of Carl Heiderflitcher, with his broad brimmed beaver. I was about to speak, but he motioned me to be silent. "The threatened danger is past," said he, "I have saved your life, it yet remains to make your life worth enjoying. You love Lisette, the merchant's daughter, and are beloved by her; go to her father and make your proposals. I shall await your return." I went, though with little hope of making any impression upon the purse-proud citizen. I saw him, and spoke of my love for his daughter; when he asked if I had 30,000 rix dollars. A pretty question to a man who had never in his life been possessed at one time of fifty! "I am not at present able to command that sum, but-" "Then you may go about your business." "Supposing," I said, "I should be able to raise that sum ?" 66 'Why, then, and supposing also that my daughter liked you, I might, perhaps, on inquiry respecting you, have no great objection to the match. But in the mean time I wish you a very good morning." I returned, cursing the avarice of the man, and the wantonness which had occasioned me to be sent upon this fool's errand. Carl Heiderflitcher was waiting for me. I recounted to him all that had passed. "Humph-give me the box I lent you; you will have now no further occasion for it." I took out the box. "Empty it before you give it me." I opened it to shake out the snuff, and there followed a shower of gold pieces, which lasted some seconds. I turned in amazement to the stranger; he was gone, having taken with him his box, which had dropped from my hand in my excessive and delighted surprise. I gathered up the money and counted it. There was gold to the amount of 40,000 rix dollars. I was married a fortnight afterwards. LINES On leaving a Scene in Bavaria. BY THOMAS CAMPBELL, ESQ. ADIEU the woods and waters' side, The rocks abrupt, and grassy plain! But not the storm, dethroning fast Nor river roaring to the blast Around its dark and desert isle; Thy blossoms though no longer bright; For many a sunset hour serene And ploughed, as with a swelling sail, The visitant of Eldun's shore, On such a moonlight mountain strayed Around thy savage hills of oak, Oh heart effusions, that arose From nightly wanderings cherished here; To him who flies from many woes, Even homeless deserts can be dear! The last and solitary cheer Of those that own no earthly home, Yes! I have loved thy wild abode, Unknown, unploughed, untrodden shore; Where scarce a woodman finds a road, To tame thy torrent's thunder-shock, Unheeded spreads thy blossomed bud Like thine her fruit dishonoured falls; Like thee in solitude she calls A thousand treasures forth. |