whose young affections sleep like frozen waterfalls, till love, from some being, like the sun in spring, rises and awakens their peaceful slumbers; or rather their affections are created in that moment, and the vacancy in their hearts is filled up in the most harmonious manner. Far more cruel is the lot of those, (and the world is full of them,) who have hard-hearted and unfeeling parents; or, still worse, those who are selfish and indifferent, exacting from their helpless and dependent offspring duty and obedience, without giving, in return, a single glance of kindness, chilling by frowns the spontaneous love which flows from children in torrents. I was of this forlorn tribe. My parents hard usage and abandonment had long gnawed at my heart, till years of absence, in which both body and mind had expanded, taught me that it was the worst of slavery to submit the freedom of either to those whom we cannot esteem nor love. The pride of my nature impelled me to shake off the bondage. I did so. I could not endure the weight of slavery; but I cheerfully put on the heaviest chains the foes of liberty have to impose, and they are heavy. I walked with an elevated front. Alone I withstood a fate that would have overpowered thousands, often defeated, it is true, but ever, in losing, I have still won. In this hard struggle I had little refreshment but from the fountains of my own soul. Had I not clung to myself, the atrocity of others had made me a demon. In the very onset of my freedom I gained, what neither wealth nor rank can purchase, the friendship of the really noble; and the far dearer love of one, the gentlest child of nature, a being on whom I might securely repose. My spirit basked in the brightness of her presence. I could neither then, nor now, conceive our love to be a childish passion, nor that it would not cling to me throughout my life. For the union of two hearts, formed to meet, nature had strung our souls with the same chord; and, whether together or apart, it vibrated the same sound, the same aspiration, a sympathy so perfect that it was a balsam poured on our hearts, leaving nothing on earth or in heaven to desire. We had loved with an excess of affection, which can alone justify excess. It happened to us as to a child, who, seizing upon a branch and bending the whole tree over him, becomes embowered amidst clusters of golden fruit. Alas!

I imagined not that her sepulchre was placed by destiny so near her cradle. The light, which love lent me for a moment, was extinguished never more to be rekindled. Misfortune threw her huge shadow across my path, and I was doomed to walk benighted beneath the mid-day sun, never more to know peace nor rest till my dust is mingled with Zela's atom to atom. What joy in this world for one who has drank misanthropy out of the fulness of love? My being was an aching void. My heart refused to give forth any fruit. The fulness of sorrow is great, but how much greater is its emptiness? I thought, in the sea around me, I could behold the fragments of my shipwrecked life floating. I stood up and, speaking aloud, said, "When will the swell and storm die away, and the dead calm of this great ocean come? When shall I be given up by its depths, and be borne unresistingly upon its bosom to the distant, still shores of eternity?"

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CONCLUSION.

So on our heels a fresh protection treads,
A power more strong in beauty, born of us
And fated to excel us, as we pass
In glory that old darkness.

KEATS.

AM continuing this history of my life. The sequel will prove that I have not been a passive instrument of arbitrary depotism, nor shall I be found consorting with worldly slaves who crouch round the wealthy and powerful. On my return to Europe, I found that earth's despots had gathered together all their gladiators to restore the accursed dynasty of the Bourbons. The war-cry in Europe was, the inviolability and omnipotency of legitimate tyrants, while helots, bigots, and fools, were let loose to exterminate liberty. I found everywhere a price set upon the heads of patriots; they were robbed, prosecuted, judicially murdered, or scoffed at, and driven from the herd of society like the pariahs of India; to associate with them was to lose caste. From my

soul, I, who had suffered so much from tyranny, abhorred oppression. I sided with the weak against the strong; and swore to dedicate myself, hand and heart, to war, even to the knife, against the triple alliance of hoary-headed impostors, their ministers, and priests. When tyranny had triumphed, I followed the fortunes of those invincible spirits who wandered, exiled outcasts, over the world, and lent my feeble aid to unveil the frauds contained in worn-out legends which have so long deluded mankind.

ever.

Alas! those noble beings are no more! They have fallen martyrs to the noble cause they so ably advocated. But they have left enduring monuments, and their names will live for Would they had lived to see the tree they had helped to plant put forth its blossoms! Had they survived to the year 1830, and its glorious successor 1831, how would they have rejoiced at beholding the leagued conspiracy of tyrants broken, their bloodhound priests muzzled, and the confederacy of nobles to domineer over the people paralysed by a blow, the precursor of their overthrow! The world has a right to expect that France, from her position and general information, will take the lead and keep it. Liberal and enlightened opinions have progressively manifested themselves in every part of Europe. "There is a reflux in the tide of human things which bears the shipwrecked nopes of men into a secure haven, after the storms are past."

"The very darkness shook, as with a blast

Of subterranean thunder at the cry;
The hollow shore its thousand echoes cast
Into the night, as if the sea, the sky,
The earth, rejoiced with new-born liberty!"

SHELLEY.

Yes, the sun of freedom is dawning on the pallid elaves of Europe, awakening them from their long and death-like torpor. The spirit of liberty, like an eagle, is hovering over the earth, and the minds of men are tinged with its golden hues. Let France, like the eagle it once assumed in mockery for its emblem, now, in reality, teach her new-born offspring to soar aloft, undazzled by the bright luminary, when it shall have ascended to its meridian glory. Every eye and every hope of

the good and wise are fixed on France; and with her every bosom containing a single generous impulse, is vibrating in sympathy. "Methinks those who now live have survived an age of despair: "