sisters answer for themselves. Mary, Anatole, and Martin, signified their acquiescence by a very distinct and sonorous toll, but Zoe, the youngest, seemed to hesitate, and make very imperfect attempts at enunciation. Some said it was mauvaise honte, others surmised that she lisped, a third attributed it to timidity, to which a fourth rejoined that any one might be excused a little alarm who was on the point of being hung up in the belfry: but it was presently discovered that a portion of the silver tissue had intervened between the clapper and the side of the bell; which impediment being removed, Mademoiselle Zoe instantly uttered a petulant and sharp toll as if anxious to shew that she had as good a tongue in her head as any of her sisters. Thrice did each deliver a similar response to as many interrogatories; and if after this public and solemn pledge made before the proxies of Majesty, and in presence of the assembled population of Versailles, they can ever forfeit their words and be wanting to their duty, I can only say that they must have more brass in their composition than even the manufacturer himself is probably aware of. A sermon followed, in which the metallic sisterhood were apostrophized, exhorted, and dehorted, to all which they submitted with becoming resignation, except for a single moment, when Anatole, in the midst of a most pathetic appeal, sent forth a sudden and dissonant clash. As strenuous endeavours are now making to bring miracles into vogue, this occurrence was at first hailed as a supernatural manifestation, but a moment's enquiry ascertained that it was attributable to the gigantic Swiss Beadle, who had accidentally entangled his foot in the satin ribbon, and jerked out of Anatole's iron jaws that alarming yell. As far as the writer's observation extended, he verily believes that the congregation would have been deeply edified by the discourse, could they have only determined whether Madame de Veracques' veil and lappets were craie dentelle de Malines, ou de Bruxelles; and he is the more inclined to this opinion, because at the conclusion of the ceremony, when the whole assemblage were allowed to mount the platform and walk round the bells, there was not one who did not appear to be profoundly penetrated with the solemnity of the brocade, and suitably affected by the awfulness of the white satin rosettes. H. SLEEP. IT chanced, that in a certain solitude Peopled with phantom forms and ruled by Sleep. "Tis said that Sleep is awful-he is so; He holds the power which Death will hold for ever. But all things bow to their omnipotence, And then come shadowy forms, which are not life, And hold a mirror to our sleeping sight, And strange and fitful knowledge comes upon us Making the past, the present-things forbidden,— What things befel me in the fearful realm At the hoarse tempest's bidding-and the cry, That dwell amid the cliffs of mine own home, Of winds and waters, warring in their fury, But the strange stillness of that silent sea, And dark, yet cloudless sky, smote on my heart, And weariness, and sad unquiet longings After, I cared not what-so it were change. my mind How long this state did last I cannot tell, At length there came a change, and fitfully, But, tuned in strange and solemn cadences, Before which all things bow'd. Straightway the sun, Blind and without a star; and then the chaunt And all grew still again. For very awe I held my breath. Darkness and silence seem'd And blind immortal Chaos had resumed Again there came a change, and to mine ear, Like all sweet music melted into one. Whose white and shadowy embrace did clasp him ; And darkness shrank before his look of joy; And all things waken'd into living light; To smile upon that sight of loveliness. -I have beheld the lights, that in the North With spear, and shield, and brand, and flaunting pennon, The awe-struck watcher fancies he can trace Brighter she seem'd than when she dwelt on Earth; But oh! not fairer. Parted gracefully, Her dark hair gave to view her ivory brow, Serene and calm. Still had her eye that light Of pure intelligence and lofty thought, Temper'd with maiden softness-grave, yet sweet, -I did essay to speak; an agony Came fearfully upon me, and I struggled As for my life. I did essay to speak At first in vain At length my voice came forth, And mortal grief broke in upon the calm Of that immortal dream. Oh! misery! Swift as the dark cloud swallows up the lightning, The glorious vision vanish'd; and the gloom, SPAS AND WATERING-PLACES. We have put to scorn the surpassing wisdom of our ancestors, dimsighted beings that we are!—we have M'Adamized our turnpike roads, and encouraged stage-coach travelling at the rate of eight or nine miles an hour--we have improved our morals or our police, and contemptuously set at nought the rosinantes and saddlebags of our forefatherswe have annihilated the brave race of highwaymen, who, in more ancient (and consequently better) days, kept the poetry of life in full display; for now robbers and beggars on the roads, those stimulants of the courage and eleemosynary propensities of our ancestors, are almost extinct, and will soon become objects of grave attraction to the Royal Society of Antiquaries. Thus it is to innovate on established usages. The better sympathies of man have now no adequate room for action; no pathetic partings now occur on commencing a journey from York to London, knitting closer the ties of social affection and keeping the best passions in exercise. The member of parliament in Cumberland or Cornwall, instead of making his will and attending divine service before parting from his family at the rookery with secret forebodings, or mounting his horse at the hall-door and proceeding down the long avenue of trees through which the wind whistles in ominous music, (followed by the tearful eyes of his family and neighbours, who stand gazing till he is out of sight, and summing up the perils of his precarious journey,) now enters a post-chaise or a mail-coach, and reaches his destination in the number of hours which it had occupied his predecessors days. How strange that these times are still envied! Yet such is the nature of man, and such is his desire for that which is out of his reach, whether past or to come, that could he recall them again, he would anxiously and foolishly desire something equally beyond his power, to the full as inconvenient and worthless as the travelling habits of his forerunners. These were my thoughts, when, with a small portmanteau in my hand, I proceeded to a coach-office in Piccadilly, undetermined, until I came in sight of it, whether I should go to Bath or Cheltenham. Finding and the busy hum of London was beginning to stun the ear. the Bath coach full, I booked myself for Cheltenham, and in five minutes afterwards was fast leaving "the wen" behind me, as Cobbet in his spleen has nicknamed the metropolis. O that my grandsires had seen me bowling along the road at nine miles an hour! how would they have lifted up their eyes in astonishment, and have called upon the parish parson to lecture me, upon my return, on presumption and wicked interference with old usages, while his rosy gills, redolent with fat ale, would have been dis |