the thousand evils that a foreign life would bring upon me; especially did she fear that my religious sentiments would be corrupted. Alas! she little knew the fearful change which had already taken place. Still it was settled that I should go, and the day fixed for my departure arrived. A little while before I was to leave, my mother desired me to accompany her into the garden, which sloped away from one side of the house. She then took my arm and walked with me into a small summer-house that stood at the extremity of a shaded walk. Turning toward me, she threw her arms around my neck and burst into tears. As soon as she became more composed, she raised her head, laid her hand impressively on my shoulder: 'William,' said she, dearly, dearly as I love you, it would grieve me less to see you borne down yon path upon your bier into the tomb than to behold you as I do about to start upon this unhappy journey. But the decision is made; you go; but oh! William, forget not your GOD; forget not CHRIST, your Saviour; and may sweet influences of the HOLY SPIRIT rest upon my child!' She kissed my forehead several times with fervor, and left me to myself.

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I was most sensibly affected, and felt ready to abandon every new speculation, even my journey, and remain at home; but after a few moments, the thought of what lay before me, should I remain, decided me. I could not stay. With my father the leave-taking was peculiar. He called me into his private-room and requested me to be seated. His words were few and to the point.

My son,' said he, in sending you to a strange land I have not forgotten that you are still a youth, liable to the temptations which beset the young. But I have great confidence in your integrity of character and in your self-respect. You will travel alone to Leipsic. Here is a small chart, upon which I have indicated the route I wish you to pursue. You will perceive that I have not confined you to the direct course. By following the chart, you will see, in a hasty way, France, Switzerland, and some of the German provinces. Take this letter. It is addressed to the learned and good Doctor JOHANN VON HOFRATH. He was my early preceptor. He will be your friend. He will receive you into his house, and will direct your studies. I have written him fully. I want no public teaching, where young men herd together for their ruin. Go not in their ways. In parting, my advice is, that you always bear in mind the uncertainty of all things earthly, with reference to your accountability to Almighty GOD. Read the Sermon upon the Mount and the Parables of the SAVIOUR of Mankind, the Proverbs of Solomon and Ecclesiastes. Make them your study. Do your whole duty, and receive a parent's blessing. May the GoD of your fathers go with you, guide you, and bring you again in safety to your home!'

ALL was ready for my departure. I was to leave at seven in the evening, and the clock had struck the hour. I bade our family farewell, shook De Lisle warmly by the hand, and was off. At last I was thrown fairly upon my own resources. The world was all be

fore me,' and my spirits were as buoyant as if they had never known any depression. I had first to go to London. From thence my route was to Dover through Gravesend, Rochester and Canterbury. Arrived at Dover, I took a small packet for Boulogne, and the wind being favorable, we ran over in about six hours. I was in France. What a transition! It seemed like stepping out from noon-day into twilight. Every thing to me wore an unreal aspect. I was examined suspiciously, and my passport was subjected to the minutest scrutiny and myself along with it. I spoke French well, and with but slight accent. This occasioned considerable conjecture; but after some delay I was suffered to proceed to Paris. I took the route by Amiens, and stopped a few hours there to view the Cathedral. On the evening of a dusty day in the latter part of May, just as the lamps had begun to be lighted, I entered Paris. I was full of excitement. I thought of the story of the Wædallah, and every particular of his tale came vividly to mind. Here then was the scene of my kinsman's follies; here he met his dreadful fate. But I looked farther back. Here REIGNED LOUIS the Great; here schemed the mighty Cardinal; and here they languished like other men, and languishing did die! Here succeeded the Fourteenth Louis, who, as he could not aspire to the greatness of his predecessor, strove to rival him in the dissoluteness of his court. And now here I could witness the weakness of Louis the Sixteenth, and behold the seeds of revoit and misrule already springing up.

I could not stop in Paris, much as I might desire it. My instructions were positive, and I posted next to Lyons. Previously however to leaving Paris, I took my way to Rue-Copeau, full of a feverish curiosity to behold the spot where Wilfred St. Leger lived and loved; lived, and was faithless to his loved one, and where at last he fell by the hand of Julian Moncrieff.

I found the house, but it was tenantless. Dust and cobwebs had accumulated over the gate-way, and an appearance of desolation and gloom pervaded the whole building. I could not satisfy my desire to visit the garden. Just away over the roof, however, I could discern the turrets of the nunnery, whose chimes told the Wodallah so impressively the hour of eight. I pictured in my fancy the garden and the bower, and could see the combatants engaging in their fatal combat.

I posted to Lyons. The journey was tedious, and rendered sufficiently disagreeable by the constant inspection and examination to which I was subjected. I was in haste to enter Switzerland; so without stopping long enough to recover from my fatigue, I set off for Geneva. How great the transition from one country to the other! In civil polity, in character, in manners and customs, in opinions and sentiments, in natural position and scenery, how unlike were the French and Swiss! But I will not turn aside from the design of my narrative to picture all I saw and all I enjoyed. There rose the threatening Jura; here was Mont-Blanc, and in the distance the snowcapped Alps! I felt grateful to my father for allowing such an agreeable departure from a direct route. From Geneva, I passed

to the foot of Mont-Blanc, and stopped in the pleasant village of Chamouni. I had admired the grandeur of Scottish scenery, but how did it dwarf into insignificance before the stupendous presence of the mighty Alp! What were even the wonders of St. Kilda, compared to the awful magnificence of the Mer-de-Glace, or the fearful perils of the pass of the Tête Noire! I came next to the valley of the Rhone. Stopping a night at Lausanne, I proceeded through Berne, Luzerne and Zurich to Schaffhausen, where I first saw the Rhine. My spirits rose as I journeyed on, and now my heart beat with an almost healthful glow. Passing through Carlsruhe and Mayence, I found myself, after a ride of a few hours from the latter place, at Frankfort-on-the-Maine. Every thing about me told emphatically of the German. The steady aspect, the substantial bearing, the ever-present perfume of tobacco-smoke, and the thoughtful, ever-composed, sedate look of the smokers, were indeed significant of my whereabout. I passed a pleasant day in Frankfort, and proceeded on my route.

On the evening of the third day after leaving Frankfort, I arrived in Leipsic. I was agreeably disappointed in the appearance of the town; and as we passed through the well-built suburbs, the sight of the beautiful gardens, which belong to almost every house, produced a cheering impression. I had reached my place of destination, and almost for the first time felt the fatigues of my long journey. I retired soon after I reached my hotel, and slumbered soundly.

The next morning I sat out early to seek the residence of Johann Von Hofrath. I learned that it was situated near the Rosenthral, a short way out of town; and that a pleasant road conducted me thither. As I was anxious to look about me, I sat out on foot to find the place. I had at last arrived at the wished-for spot. I was in the very heart of Germany. Here was the battle-field where religious freedom had triumphed after a conflict which could never be forgotten in the history of man. What great names were associated with almost every locality around! I stopped, awe-struck, and felt that the ground was sacred. Passing farther out of the town, through the suburbs, I came into the open country, and after a little inquiry, stopped before the door of the learned Professor.

A stout hearty-looking_servant girl answered my summons, and requested me to enter. I did so; and was ushered into a neat but plain apartment, where I found a young girl, apparently about seventeen, engaged with her needle. She looked up as I entered, but did not start nor blush, nor manifest any of the usual signs which an English girl would have so certainly exhibited on a like occasion. With a modest but at the same time a self-possessed air, she asked me whom I would see? I answered, 'The Professor Johann Von Hofrath.' My accent, as I delivered my answer in only tolerable German, made the girl hesitate an instant; but she presently replied, The Professor will be in soon; will you be seated?' I took a seat, and the young girl resumed her work. Of course I had little else to do except to observe her. I did not neglect the opportunity; and as the image of that same young girl has never been

effaced from my memory; as I have never forgotten her, and never shall forget her; I may be excused for pausing a moment to describe her.

Her figure

Her height was a little above the ordinary stature. was slight but exquisite, combining grace with dignity. Her complexion was fair, and some light brown hair, curling in ringlets, partly shaded a brow which for intellectual beauty I had never seen equalled.

Her face was not altogether faultless, for the features, although singularly expressive, were not quite regular. Her eyes were blue, not very large, but full of true intelligence and feeling. But beyond all, the unpretending dignity and self-possession of her presence were unlike any thing I had ever beheld. They seemed to be derived entirely from a remarkable innocence and purity of heart, which rendered the possessor perfectly at ease under any circumstances. With what strong interest did I behold her! How did that interest strengthen and increase, day after day, when I came to know her! But I will not anticipate.

An hour passed, and the Professor came not. Once only had the young girl spoken to me, and that was to say that something unusual must have detained her father, but that he certainly would not be long away; that if I preferred, I could walk into the library, where I would find books to entertain me, or I could stroll in the garden. As there was no hope in either case of my having any companion, I declined politely, upon the ground that I was still much fatigued by long journeying, added to my morning's walk, and that I preferred keeping my seat by the window. I was in hopes that this reply might provoke conversation; but my companion only looked at me for a moment, in a half-inquiring manner, and then continued to ply her needle as busily as ever.

Another hour passed, (it did not seem very long,) and I heard some one approach the house. In a moment an old man entered the room, with another in his company. I did not doubt that my host stood before me. I was at once relieved by the daughter, who announced him as her father. I immediately handed Herr Von Hofrath my letter of introduction. He took it, glanced hastily at it, then seized me at once cordially by the hand, exclaiming:

'This then is my young Wilhelm? I have been expecting you for several days. You are welcome! Here is your home.'

While the speaker was addressing me, I was taking a hasty view of his appearance. He was of middle stature, with hair as white as snow, yet the bright expression of his clear gray eye, the ruddy hue of health upon his cheek, and his almost youthful step, showed him to be in the full possession of all his faculties, both mental and physical, and that he was enjoying in an eminent degree a green old age. The kind-hearted old man continued to address me with words of welcome, which I knew came from his heart, and which were peculiarly grateful to my feelings. At length he stopped, turned quickly around, and addressed his companion :

Wolfgang, this is a young stranger who has come to spend a season in our good Fatherland. He is from England.'

The country of WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE!' replied the other, in a deep, rich voice, turning upon me a pair of dark, brilliant eyes, the expression of which I shall not soon forget. It was now for me to regard the last speaker, whom I had before scarcely noticed, so absorbed had I been in Herr Von Hofrath. Directing my attention therefore toward him, I perceived a man apparently not much past thirty, of fine stature and with an air of majestic dignity. His features were symmetrical, but large and open. Rarely indeed could so much beauty be found united with so much manliness. There was something about this man which indicated such healthful selfconfidence, such hopefulness, such courage and such faith, that I was irresistibly drawn toward, nay fascinated by him.

The country of William Shakspeare!'-those were the words he uttered, in the deep, rich voice I have just described. They seemed spoken more to himself than to any one else, as if England was specially associated in his mind with Shakspeare, and as if Shakspeare was to him a talismanic name.

'Yes,' replied the Professor, and my young friend will be glad to find that Germans appreciate the great dramatist.'

'And I am glad,' said the other, recovering from what seemed a reverie, 'to welcome an Englishman to our German soil.'

The stranger bowed courteously as he spoke, and a winning smile illuminated his countenance, which made him appear still more attractive. As yet I had not heard his name, and I waited with a great deal of curiosity for the information.

'You have forgotten Theresa, or rather you will not recognize your little plaything in that tall girl,' said the Professor, but I see she remembers you.'

'Forgotten her!' said the other, good-humoredly, as he advanced toward my new acquaintance, whom he saluted on either cheek, while the latter appeared to recognize in the new-comer an old friend; forgotten her! I need not deny a thing so impossible. Theresa will not believe such slander of me.'

Again I was disappointed. I heard not the name of the Unknown.

At this moment we were summoned into the next room to dinner. It could not have been later than one. So much, thought I, for the simple manners of the nation I have come to sojourn among. I managed to get through with the peculiar varieties of a German dinner with a very tolerable zest; but we had a far better entertainment than that upon the table. Our host was full of animation, and conversed with a lively humor, very remarkable in a person of his years. His companion was still more remarkable; for without appearing to do so, he went far beyond the Professor. Whatever he said came forth without the slightest apparent effort; spontaneously, as if it was not to be kept in. I was amazed, perfectly amazed, at the strange, wild fantasies, at the noble, magnificent thoughts which the stranger poured forth one after another without