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Sappho and Phaon,

Sketches of Spanish Warfare—Malibran the Aide-de-Camp,

Crockford and Crockford's,

Sketches of Legendary Cities—Bath,


Ross, Tintern Abbey, Chepstow,

by Miss Costello,

Invocation to Erinna,

A Memoir of the celebrated Dwarf Joseph Boruwlaski,

by Catherine Hutton, 240

Song of a Sea-nymph,

The Retreat to Corunna-Anecdotes of the Peninsular War,

edited by Henry Curling, 277

A Discourse of Matrimony, by Jeremiah Singleton,

The Polkaphobia—a little News of Mr. Ledbury,

Horæ Academicæ, by Littlego

The Siege of Hensburgh, by Dr. Ryan,

Outlines of Mysteries, s, }by Alfred Crowquill,

Memoir of the Rev Sidney Smith,


The Wet

Blanket, by Paul Prendergast


The Altered Man
The Halifax Murder, by an Infantry Officer,

A Glance at the Drama,


Lines on the Decease of Laman Blanchard,

The Song of the Witches round the Walnut-tree of Beneventum,

Harrowgate, by Henry Curling, Esq.

Love's Vows, by W. B. Flower,

The Lost Mantle, by the Author of " Henri Quatre,”

“Sweet Mary Malone,”

A Writ of Error, by George Raymond,

Early Years of a Veteran of the Army of Westphalia, between 1805

and 1814,

483, 586

The Consumptive,


“ Think you such things are ” hy Janet W. Wilkinson,


Outpourings by D. Canter,

Dandyism and George Brummell,

Discovery of the Oregon by Drake and Vancouver,

The Masquerade, by G. D.

The Plum Pudding,

Ennobled Actresses, by Mrs. Matthews,


The Damned Souls, by W. G. J. Barker,

Ballad. They say thou art not beautiful,

Song. A Proud Land is England !

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The Mountebank of the Carrefour du Châtelet. One hundred and eighty years ago, on a sunny spring evening in the year of grace, 1665, the space of ground which extended from the front of the Grand Châtelet in Paris to the rude wooden barrier which then formed the only safeguard between the public road and the river, at the northern foot of the Pont au Change, was crowded with a joyous and attentive mass of people, who had collected from their evening promenade to this spot, and now surrounded the temporary platform of an itinerant charlatan, erected in front of the ancient fortress.

Let us rest awhile on the steps of the Pont au Change, to become acquainted with the localities ; for little of its ancient appearance now remains. The present resident at Paris, however well versed he might be in the topography of that city, might search in vain for even the vestiges of any part of the principal building, which rose, at the date above spoken of, on the banks of the River Seine. The Pont au Change still exists, but not as it then appeared. The visitor may call to mind this picturesque structure, with its seven arches crossing to the Marché aux Fleurs from the corner of the Quai de la Megisserie. In 1660 it was covered with houses, in common with most of the other bridges that spanned the Seine, with the exception of the Pont Neuf. These were now partly in ruins, from the ravages of time, and frequent conflagrations. Lower down the river might be seen the vestiges of the Pont Marchand — a wooden bridge, which had been burnt down nearly forty years before, some of whose charred and blackened timbers still obstructed the free course of the river. It had stood on the site of the Pont aux Meuniers—also a wooden bridge-to which six or seven boat-mills were attached; and these, in consequence of the flooding of the Seine, dragged the whole structure away in the winter of 1596.

The Grand Châtelet stood at the foot of the Pont au Change ; its ground is now occupied by a square, and an elegant fountain. The origin of the Châtelet has been lost in antiquity. It had once been a strong fortress; and its massive round-towers still betokened its strength. Next it was a prison, where the still increasing city rendered its position of little value in guarding the gates ; and afterwards it became the Court of Jurisdiction pertaining to the Provost of Paris. Part of its structure was now in ruins; wild foliage grew along the summits of its outer walls, and small buildings had been



run up between the buttresses, occupied by retailers of wine and small merchandise. It was a great place of resort at all times; for a dark and noisome passage, which ran through it, was the only thoroughfare from the Pont au Change to the Rue St. Denis, and this was constantly crowded with foot-passengers.

The afternoon sunlight fell upon the many turrets and spires, and quivered on the vanes and casements of the fine old buildings that then surrounded the carrefour. Across the river the minarets of the Palais de Justice rose in sharp outline against the blue sky, glowing in the ruddy tint; together with the campanile at the corner of the quay, and the blackened towers of Notre Dame, further in the Ile de la Cité, round which flocks of birds were wheeling in the clear spring air, who had their dwellings amidst the corbels, spouts, and belfries of the cathedral. There was not an old grey gable or corroded spire which, steeped in the rays of the setting sun, did not blush into light and warmth. And the mild season had drawn all the inhabitants of the houses who were not abroad to their windows, whence they gazed upon the gay crowd below, through pleasant trellises of climbing vegetation, which crept along the pieces of twine latticing the casements. Humble things, indeed, the plants were, — hops, common beans, wild convolvuli, and the like, spreading from a rude cruche of mould upon the sil] ; but the beams of the sun came through them cheerfully; and their shadows danced and trembled on the rude tiled floor as sportively as on the costly inlaid parquets of the richer quarters of the city.

The Carrefour du Châtelet was at this period, with the Pont Neuf, the principal resort of the people of Paris, then, as now, ever addicted to the promenade and out-of-door lounging. A singularly varied panorama did the open place present to any one standing at the cross which was reared in the centre, and gazing around him. He might have seen a duel taking place between two young gallants on the foot-path, in open contest. Swords were then as quickly drawn forth as tempers; no appointments were made for the seclusion of the faux bourgs beyond the walls which occupied the site of the present boulevardes; and these quarrels often ended fatally, though merely fought for the possession of some courtezan who, in common with others, blazed forth in her sumptuous trappings on the bridges during the afternoon. But the guards never interfered, and the passengers looked on unconcernedly until the struggle was, one way or the other, decided.

The beggars were as numerous then as now, perhaps more so; for the various Cours des Miracles, the “Rookeries” of Paris, if we may be allowed the expression, which abounded all over the city, offered them a ready colony and retreat. Here were counterfeiters of every disease to which humanity is liable, dragging themselves along the rude footpath; there, beggars of more active habits, who swarmed, cap in hand, by the side of the splendid carriages which passed along the quays, to and from the Louvre. The thieves, too, everywhere plied their vocation; and the absurd custom of carrying the purse suspended at the girdle, favoured their delinquencies; whence certain of them acquired the title of coupe-bourse, as in England the pick-pockets were formerly termed cut-purses.

Crowds of soldiers, vendors of street merchandise, and charlatans of every description filled the Carrefour. Looking to the tableau

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