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leaning on Hope: amongst the many and as these numbers were actually drawn, wreaths on the lid, there are two that are it was to them not a little proof of his greatparticularly worthy of notice, the one is ness.

bound by the queen herself with the finest The mournful intelligence of his death flowers that the seasons afford,---the other soon spread through the country, and is of silver, the children in several of the through all lands; funeral dirges were sung schools of the town have each given their and funeral festivals were arranged in Bermite towards it. See, at all the windows lin and Rome; in the Danish theatre, are females dressed in mourning! Flowers whence his soul took its flight to God, there are showered down, large bouquets fall on was a festival; the place where he had sat the coffin, all the bells of the churches toll. was decorated with crape, and laurel It is a festal procession, the people accom- wreaths, and a poem by Heiberg was recited, pany the artist-king!-that moment will in which his greatness and his death were never be forgotten. alluded to.

When the coffin was at the church door, The day before Thorwaldsen's death the the last part of the procession left the interior of his tomb was finished, for it was house of mourning. The orchestra his wish that his remains might rest in the poured forth a deep and affecting funeral centre of the court-yard of the museum, it march, as if the dead joined in the proces- was then walled round, and he begged that sion, led on by the tones of the organ and there might be a marble edge around it, trumpet. The king of the land met the and a few rose-trees and flowers planted on coffin, and joined the ranks of the mourners it as his monument. The whole building, at the door of the church,* which was hung with the rich treasures which he presented with black cloth, where Christ and the to his fatherland, will be his monument: his Apostles in marble stood in the faint light. works are to be placed in the rooms of the The cantata now sounded from tuneful lips square building that surrounds the open and pealing organ; the last chorus was court-yard, and which, both internally and heard, then followed an oration by Dean externally, are painted in the Pompeian Tryde, and the mournful ceremony conclud- style. His arrival in the roads of Copened with a "Sleep well!" from the stu- hagen, and landing at the custom-house dents, who had formed a circle round the there, forms the subject depicted in the coffin. compartments under the windows of one Thus ended Albert Thorwaldsen's glori- side of the museum. Through centuries to ous life's triumph. Fortune and Victory come will nations wander to Denmark; not favored him; no artist's life has been richer allured by our charming green islands, with in fortune's sunshine than his. The nobly their fresh beech woods alone; no, but to born felt himself proud of having in his see these works and this tomb. circle the order-decorated, the great man There is, however, one place more that whom princes delight to honor and pay the stranger will visit, the little spot at homage to, the world's far-famed sculptor; Nyso where his atelier stands, and where -the common man knew that he was the tree bends its branches over the canal to born in his class, sprung from his strong the solitary swan which he fed. race; he looked up to him, regarded his of Thorwaldsen will be remembered in Enghonor and fortune as a part of his own, land, by his statues of Jason and Byron; in and saw in him the chosen of God. Yes, Switzerland by his "recumbent lion;" in even in death Thorwaldsen seemed to cast Roeskilde by his figure of Christian the sparks of fortune on the indigent many. Fourth,--it will live in every breast in which In Nyboder,† where they knew Thorwald- a love of art is enkindled. sen well, and knew that his father had been one of them, and worked in the dock-yard, the sailors had taken the number of his age, his birth-day, and the day of his death, namely, 74, 19, 24, in the number lottery,

The Queen, the Crown-Princess, and several ladies of the royal house had taken their seats in a pew, on the floor of the church near the coffin.

+ A quarter of Copenhagen, where the seamen live, built for them by Christian the Fourth.

In this lottery ninety numbers are placed in the wheel, out of which five are drawn.

The name

THE ASPIRATED "H."-Mrs. Crawford says she wrote one line in her song, "Kathleen Mavourneen," for the express purpose of confounding the Cockney warblers, who sing it thus:-"The orn of the unter is eard on the ill;" but Moore has laid the same trap in "The Woodpecker"-" A art that is umble might ope for it ere."

From the Westminster Review.

DUMAS' JOURNEY FROM PARIS TO CADIZ.

De Paris à Cadix, par Alexandre Dumas. Vols. I. and II. J. P. Meline, Bruxelles ; Meline, Cans & Co., Leipsig. 1847.

M. ALEXANDRE DUMAS, that awful man, and even the hearts of custom-house offiwhose literary fertility, as all the world cers are melted within them. He adopts knows, has in it something astounding, this epistolary form, he says, because he preternatural; whose most ordinary feats found pleasure in throwing his thoughts into are only to be paralleled by those of his a new mould, "passing my style through a renowned countryman, Mons. Philippe, the new crucible, and making glitter in a new magician, when, from a small hand-basket, setting the stones which I draw from the he produced bouquets enough to fill Covent mine of my own mind, be they diamond Garden Market; and whose performances or paste; to which Time, that incorruptican only be explained by the supposition ble lapidary, will one day affix their true of diabolical assistance ;-this new Alexan-worth." He will address himself then to der the Great, in these two small volumes, Madame; but he does not disguise from presents to an admiring world-not as they himself that the public will make a third might perhaps imagine any account of the party in the conversation. "I have alregions lying between Paris and Cadiz, or ways remarked," he says "that I had more the dwellers therein-but, what must be wit and talent than usual, when I guessed far more welcome, a series of studies of there was some indiscreet listener standing himself in different attitudes, with now and with his ear to the keyhole." Undoubtedly then a few features of local scenery or man- he has. What actor can play well to empty ners varying the backgrounds. If we might benches?-and M. Dumas, we suspect is be permitted a suggestion, however, we seldom off the stage. should say that it would have been better to put more prominently forward in the title-page the chief attraction of the work, and call it, in the second, or fifty-second edition, "Mons. Alexandre Dumas de Pa

ris à Cadix."

Having made our protest, however, we must confess it is not easy to remain out of humor with a man who is so delighted with himself, and who presents himself with such an airy grace and sparkling vivacity, and has the art of keeping us always amused; and perhaps there is some ingratitude in finding fault with the harmless effervescence of vanity which certainly assists this effect.

The adventures are given in a series of letters addressed to a lady; but M. Dumas tells her, or, rather, the public, that he does not mean to play the modest, or pre- We hasten, therefore, to present our tend to have any doubt that his letters will readers with a specimen or two that may be printed. Nothing is more common than enable them to share in this amusement. the opposite declaration, that letters "now The first shall relate to a subject which published were never intended to meet the occupies a very important position in these public eye" were written for the amuse-pages-namely, gastronomy; and be it ment of a family circle, &c.; and whereas, in this latter case, we often perceive the writer casting glances across the family group to the reviewers, and suspect that he has all along had some idea of the ultimate destination of his confidential epistles-in M. Dumas' case we might be tempted to the contrary supposition, and say that no man could write such letters under the idea of their meeting any other eye than those of an intimate friend. But then, to be sure, the whole reading public of Europe are M. Dumas' intimate friends, and before his mighty name all barriers fall down,

known to all men, that one of the great
truths enunciated en passant by M. Dumas
-one of the gems, we suppose, drawn from
that mine he mentions, is this; all people
of a fine organization are
"un peu gour-
mand ;" now, M. Dumas is unquestionably
of a fine organization-ergo, &c. Spain,
however, happens to be rather an awkward
country for people of this refined caste to
travel in-for everybody knows that it is
the most difficult thing in the world to get
anything to eat at a Spanish inn. On the
first morning after their arrival, the party
of hungry travellers, who had been all night

on the road, was asked whether they wished | to breakfast, and on their replying with an eager affirmative, were told that in that case they must go and see where they could get any; and, after a variety of manoeuvres, at last only succeeded in obtaining a small cup of chocolate each, with a little sweet cake that melted in a glass of water. This defeat, however, served to instruct them in their future plan of operations, and on a subsequent occasion, by bold and decisive. measures, they obtained a signal victory over the host of the "Posada de Calisto Burguillos," and marched triumphantly into a supper and a bed.

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"Those chops are for the English, and not for

"There you make a mistake; they are for us, and not for the English. You've just taken them up a dozen chops; that's quite enough for them, these are our share.'

"Those are for their breakfast to-morrow."
"No! they're for our supper to-night.'
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"You think so, do you?"
"I'm sure of it.'

"Oh! Oh!

"We had been for half an hour following was hanging in a corner of the chimney. some lights scattered over the sides of the mountain, that seemed to fly before us like those wan-you.' dering fires by which travellers are so often misled. At length we could distinguish the sound of a paved road beneath the tread of our mules, and this was accompanied by a jolting that left no sort of doubt. We soon distinguished at our right a pile of buildings, roofless and perfectly silent, without windows and without doors; presenting, not the picturesque aspect of the ruins made by time, but the saddening picture of a work left unfinished. We crossed a kind of square, turned to "At this moment enter Giraud, shouldering his the right, got into a blind alley, our carriages gun, followed by Desbarolles, Maquet, Achard, stopped, we had arrived, and, alighting, we read and Alexandre, doing likewise. by the light of our lanterns the words, Posada "My dear friend,' said I to Giraud, This is de Calisto Burguillos.' To our great surprise every-Master Calisto Burguillos, who is so obliging as body was still up at the posada, and we surmised to let us have that loin of mutton. Give me your that some great affair was in preparation. We gun and ask him the price; pay generously, unwere not mistaken; two coaches full of English hook it cleverly, and cut it up neatly.' had arrived three hours before us, and the people "Those three adverbs are very effective,' obof the inn were getting their supper. Ah, Ma-served Desbarolles, coming up to the fire. dame! you who are a Frenchwoman-twice a French woman, for you are a Parisian-never go into a Spanish inn when they are getting an Eng lishman's supper.' This caution will serve to indicate that we were very coldly received by Don Calisto Burguillos, who declared he had no time to attend to either our suppers or our beds.

"Not too near, my dear fellow,' cried Achard, you know those guns are loaded.'

"How much shall I give you for the loin of mutton? said Giraud, taking up the cleaver from the kitchen table.

"Two duros, replied the host, keeping one eye on the guns, and one on the loin of mutton. "Give him three, Giraud.'

"Giraud took the three duros out of his pocket, and in so doing let fall five or six ounces.

"Now there's one thing that I cannot admit, and that is when, with the purpose of attracting travellers, one has written over one's door Posada de Calisto Burguillos,' one has any right to refuse ad- Signor Calisto Burguillos opened his eyes at the mittance to travellers attracted by said inscription; I sight of the gold, which rolled along the kitchen therefore contented myself with bowing politely to floor. Giraud picked up his five or six ounces, Master Burguillos, and then called to Giraud, My and gave the three duros to our host; he passed dear friend,' said I, there are in the carriage five them to his wife, who appeared to me to occupy guns, including Desbarolles's carabine, do you all a very distinguished position in the house. Giraud arm yourselves with them, and then come and took the mutton, cut it into chops with a skill that warm them in the chimney corner. If you are asked why you do that, say you are afraid your guns will catch cold.'

"I understand,' said Giraud, and went towards the door, making a sign to Alexandre, Maquet, Desbarolles, and Achard to follow him. Now, Boulanger,' said I, you who are a peace able man, do you take with you Don Riego, and, with that minister of peace set out on a voyage of discovery after four little rooms or two large ones.'

did honor to his anatomical knowledge, sprinkled them with just enough of salt and pepper, laid them delicately on the gridiron which I presented to him, and then deposited it over a level bed of bright, clear coals, artistically arranged by Achard. Immediately the first drops of fat began to hiss upon them.

"Now, Desbarolles,' said I, offer your arm to Madame Calisto Burguillos, and beg that she will do you the favor to conduct you to the place

where she keeps her potatoes; and if you should meet any eggs on your way, introduce a dozen or so into your pouch. As you go along, my good friend, don't forget to ask how her father is, and her mother, and the children; that will flatter her a little, and make you better acquainted.'

nately I was keeping watch for Master Calisto, and I sent Desbarolles to his duty. Ten minutes after, we were seated round a table, on which smoked a dozen chops, two pyramids of potatoes, and a gigantic omelet, and at our repeated shouts of laughter-enter Madame Burguillos, behind her "Desbarolles approached the hostess in the the two or three Maritornes of the posada, and most respectful manner, and, softened a little al- behind them, in deep shadow the astonished faces ready by the contact of the duros, she deigned to of the English guests. I profited by the preaccept the arm which he offered, and both disap-sence of Madame Burguillos, to slip the key of peared by a door that seemed to lead down into the sleeping-room into the hand of Desbarolles :the bowels of the earth. Boulanger and Don Rie-Come, Mr. Interpreter,' said I, one more effort. go at the same moment made their appearance at Get up from table, and go and see our beds made; an opposite entrance; they had steered their course we will keep your share of the supper, and on in a contrary direction, had encountered winds your return the company will vote you a crown of which had driven them along a corridor, at the laurel, as Rome did to Cæsar.' In another hour we end of which they had discovered a chamber ca- were all arranged symmetrically side by side on the pable of containing eight beds, and Boulanger, like ground like Tom Thumb and his seven brothers." a man of sense, had locked the door, and put the key in his pocket.

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The chops were broiling away famously. Now,' said I, a saucepan and fryingpan.' "Achard immediately seized a frying pan, and Giraud a saucepan. Monsieur Calisto Burguillos gazed at us, as if fairly stupified; but he was only one against eight, and had but a ladle against five loaded guns. I think he had, at one time, half a mind to call the English to his assistance; but he was a well-informed man, this M. Calisto Burguillos, and he knew, that in the peninsular war, the Spaniards had always had more to suffer from their allies, the English, than from their enemies, the

French; and he determined, therefore, to make no appeal to his guests.

"Desbarolles now returned, with his pouch full of eggs, and his pockets of potatoes.

"

It was Achard's mission to break and beat the eggs, Giraud's to peel the potatoes Desbarolles was to continue his attentions to Madame Burguillos, till the cloth was laid somewhere for eight; and Desbarolles devoted himself heroically to the cause, and in a quarter of an hour returned with an Oh, dear! Gentlemen, the cloth is laid.' Ten minutes after, the omelet only wanted just a turn-the chops a moment more broiling, the potatoes a moment more boiling. At this moment, the kitchen of Don Calisto Burguillos presented a

curious scene.

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The second adventure which we shall

present to our readers is of a different cast, and is somewhat suspiciously effective in the feuilleton style. We must premise that the party had been fairly beaten in another attempt to take a posada by storm; and compelled to make a hasty retreat. The landlord and landlady, and their friends, were busy dancing, and would have nothing to say to them. In vain did even M. Dumas exert his eloquence-in vain did another of the party place himself in a graceful atti

tude before the hostess-with an elbow leaning on the wall, and one leg crossed over the other, and begin a conversation with an elegant freedom and captivating politeness that seemed likely to be irresistible. The landlord fairly drove them out, and would not agree to let them have so much as a glass of wine till he saw them seated in their carriage, and ready to start on the road to Aranjuez.

Behold, then, the discomfited party again en route, abandoning for this time all hopes of a supper and a bed. M. Dumas, his

son,

and one of his friends on mules, the rest in a curious vehicle which they had found it necessary to purchase.

"First, there was your very humble servant, M. Alexander Dumas, with a fan in each hand, keeping up the proper ventilation for the charcoal fire that was cooking the chops and the potatoes; Giraud was peeling a second edition of the potatoes, "We set off then, and behind us the carriage aldestined to succeed the first; Don Riego was pre- so began its march, lighted by a single lantern tending to read his breviary, but snuffing up the fixed in the middle of the imperial. By degrees scent of the gridiron, and glancing out of the cor- the crescent moon arose and threw a soft and ner of his eye at the fryingpan; Maquet was charming light upon the landscape; a landscape, holding the handle thereof; Achard was pounding the immense extent of which rendered it almost pepper; Desbarolles was resting from his fatigues; terrible. At our right it was bounded by mounBoulanger, chilled by his voyage in the high lati- tains, amidst which, from time to time, great tudes, was warming himself; Alexandre (the lakes of sand glittered in the moonshine. To the younger), faithful to his speciality, was taking a left, it seemed quite boundless; it was impossible nap; finally, Master Calisto Burguillos, confound- for the eye to sound the depths of the horizon; ed at this French intervention, did not notice his but at about a thousand paces from the road, a wife, who was making signs to Desbarolles line of trees, and the deeper color of the vegetathrough the window, that there was something tion, marked the course of the Tagus. From place very important still wanting to the table. Fortu- to place a portion of the river was discovered,

sending back to the moon, like a bright mirror, the "like a single tooth in a gigantic jaw." rays received from it; before us, the long yellow Nobody was much hurt, however; and to road stretched out like a band of leather. From the inquiry of M. Dumas, as to how the time to time our mules turned out of the straight accident happened, one of the sufferers repath to leave to the right or the left some precipice, almost beneath our feet, left yawning since some plied: forgotten earthquake. From time to time, also, we turned, and saw behind at a distance of three hundred, four hundred, five hundred paces, the old coach tottering along, its wheels often buried in sand to one-third of their depth, and its light shaking like a Will-o'-the-wisp. Presently we climbed a little hill, and after that we completely lost sight of it."

They continued their course, gossiping away very gaily, and quite forgetting the old coach and its Cyclops eye of a light. At last, when for more than three quarters of an hour they had seen no glimpse of it, they thought it prudent to stop.

"The moon was marvellously bright; but not a sound was to be heard in these vast elevated plains, except perhaps the distant barking of a dog from some lonely farm. The mules, however pricked up their ears as if they heard something which we did not. In another moment a vague sort of sound seemed to pass with the wind, like the echo of a human voice lost in immense space. What's that?' said I. Alexandre and Achard had heard something, but they knew not what. We remained silent and motionless, and in a few seconds the sound reached us again. It was like a cry of distress. We redoubled our attention. At length we heard distinctly a name pronounced by a voice that seemed approaching. "It is you-it is you they want,' said Achard. It is one of our friends,' said Alexandre. You will see,' said I, trying to laugh, that they have been stopped by six banditti, who have forbidden them to cry out: and that's why they're calling

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"It's certainly me that they're calling,' said I. Forwards, gentlemen, in that direction! We spurred our mules, but had scarcely gone ten yards when the same cry reached us, and, this time, with an accent of distress that there was no mis taking. Something has happened, certainly,' said I. Allons and we galloped on, attempting also to shout in answer; but the wind was in our faces, and carried our voices back. The same cry was heard again, but now it had a panting, exhausted sound. A sort of shiver passed through our hearts. We tried again to reply; but we now perceived that it was to no purpose; it soon became evident that the person who had uttered those cries, was running towards us with all his might,"

'I believe

"Oh! it was very soon done. We were jogging along, discoursing of feats of love and war, as M. Annibal de Coconnas says, when, all at once, we felt our coach lean to one side. we're going to overturn,' said Boulanger. "I believe we are overturning,' said Maquet; I believe we have overturned,' said Desbarolles ; and, in fact, just at that moment the coach laid it

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self quietly over on its side; but then, all of a sudden, as if she hadn't found herself comfortable in that position, she gave a shift, and turned us completely topsy-turvy, with our heads down, and our feet in the air, kicking about among our guns and hunting knives-Maquet at the bottom, I upon him, and Don Riego on me, larded between with Boulanger and Desbarolles.'

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Steady, gentlemen,' said Boulanger; I believe we are on the very brink of a precipice that 1 was just looking at when we went over. The quieter we keep ourselves the better chance we have of not going down it.'

"This advice was good, and we followed it; but Maquet observed, with his usual composure:

"Do what you think best, gentlemen; only don't forget, if you please, that I am stifling, and in five minutes I shall be dead." "

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Now,' said he, we must call Dumas, for Who has the use of this scene is not over yet.

his legs, and lungs enough to run after him and

call out? I have,' said Giraud, and he set off. You know the rest, Madame, or, rather, you do not know; for the rest was, at that moment, com

This person turned out to be one of the party in the rear-the painter Giraud; who had come to inform them of the coaching over a little hill, clearly marked out against the horizon-this horizon was very near to us. having been completely overturned on the See, see!' said I, a troop of men; and I exvery edge of a precipice, having only es-tended my hand in the direction of the new caped being thrown over it by the acci- comers.

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