the produce of his inventive brain, which she condescended to revise; occasionally even was so kind as to mingle her own inspiration with that of her admirer. At last, the poem of Paris was published, and language cannot convey an idea of the impression it created-among his friends. They all met immediately and drank tea, and voted him the laurel and the bays without a dissentient voice. For the first time in his career, Paris began to feel that life, after all, had not disappointed him. His passion for Glaucopis increased daily in an exact proportion as his vanity was gratified. Every review that appeared in his favour-and as most of the wits who dined with him were critics, these were not rare-he admired her more ardently, and he was just on the point of offering her himself and his unrivalled fortune, when an ill-natured wag, who had not succeeded in gaining admittance into the Glaucopian coterie, published a satire on all the friends. It was irresistible, and set all Troy a-laughing. He painted them, as indeed they were-though not to the mind's-eye of the deluded and inexperienced Paris-a set of affected poetasters, remarkable for the mediocrity of their talents, and the insolence of their pretensions. He unravelled the secret intrigues and the disreputable manœuvres by which they had obtained almost a monopoly of a prostituted press he lashed the wits who laughed at their entertainers behind their backs, while they ate their dinners and praised them in the public journals: he showed how pernicious was this conspiracy to real taste, and how fatal to authors of real merit, who had no patrons but the public, now bewildered by false panegyric and hired applause: finally, he dissected the sonnets of Glaucopis, and mauled the still more ambitious efforts of her pupil in so efficient and unanswerable a style, that the lady felt it absolutely necessary to retire for a short time into the country, whither her mother earnestly invited Paris to follow them. VIII. Now, although his head had been a little turned by the sudden accession to his marvellous fortune, there was not really a better-hearted person in the world than Paris; one more frank, less conceited, or more anxious not to delude himself. He was shrewd withal, and after the first blow, not only laughed at the satire, but really felt grateful to the satirist for opening his eyes. Paris had been seized with the very common and very excusable desire of seeing the world, and as circumstances favoured him, he had seen it to very great advantage. Few people had seen as much in so short a time. He had acquired considerable self-knowledge in the progress of his adventures, and now that his spirit was calm and his head cool, he felt profoundly that however delightful for a time may be the excitement of the great world, the only true source of permanent happiness flows from the heart. He felt that he was lone. There was a time when it had been otherwise. He remembered Enone who had loved him when he was a simple shepherd. Who was like none? the beautiful, the innocent, the intelligent, the devoted? Enone, who loved him for his own, own sake! Amid the splendour of his palace, he covered his face with his hand, and sighed a deep, deep sigh. He had been false to He was miserable, yet things might be worse. Enone, yet still she might have been faithful to him. He had, at any rate, escaped both the political intriguante and the bas bleu. He had extricated himself, at least, from the fatal ties of ambition, and the desperate mesh of literature. He might be unhappy, but he was still free. He ordered his chariot. Was It was sunset when he arrived at Ida. He quitted his radiant car, and stole unperceived into the grove of pines. He started as he beheld a female figure standing by the altar. Could he trust his sight? it indeed Enone? He approached her unobserved. She had placed his bust upon the altar, and was crowning it with flowers. He advanced, he gently gained her hand, and pressed it to his lips. She turned, she started, she averted her eyes, pale as death, and trembling in every limb. "Lord Paris!" she exclaimed, in an agitated voice. "Oh! call me thine, Enone!" replied the impassioned Paris. “Oh! call me thine! for I am thine, beautiful, beloved girl; more truly, more fondly, more devotedly, even than when we wandered in the woods of Ida, and pledged our mutual vows on the banks of Simois. Yes! exquisite Enone, call me not false, behold I am faithful! Ah! believe me, darling, that if you knew all, you would pardon, you would pity me. My father, whom we deemed a simple shepherd, has left me an inheritance surpassing that of kings. In a moment of distraction I was seized with an irresistible passion to view that world which I could now command. I have viewed it, and I have returned to my Enone! Yes! Ambition, with all its lures, the splendour of POWER, and the arrogance of WISDOM, have dazzled, but have not seduced me. It is at these enchanting feet that I have resolved to lay myself and my fortunes; it is here that I entreat that I may devote myself to BEAUTY and to Love!", TRANSLATIONS FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY. III. LEONIDAS. On Homer. WHEN the bright sun in heaven ascending high TRICKS UPON TRAVELLERS. EVERY man thinks his own geese swans- -his own shad salmonand his own real estate the true land of Cockaigne. Every man, likewise, thinks himself distinguished above all others for having encountered marvellous adventures in the course of his earthly pilgrimage; he is, in his own imagination, not only the greatest adventurer, but the greatest sufferer among mortals-the mighty Atlas, whose broad shoulders are destined to sustain the great firmament of evil that overshadows the wide universe. For a verification of this fact, good reader, turn to any one of your neighbours and set him talking about himself-by no means a difficult task in any case-and you will discover that he has been a Job in tribulation as well as patience. Even honest Dogberry was a man who had "had losses ;" and I have known an alderman complain that his weary soul was full of care, as if he were the scape-goat for the sins of the whole corporation. Such being the fact, it may be held pardonable in me to pretend to have seen service myself. There was a day when I thought, with most of the gentry alluded to above, that I was a very odd fellow-that nobody had plagues and vexations like me; but those were days of green experience, when I used to dream, as simple ones will, in spite of their greybeard teachers, of human perfectibility-of the perpetual motion-of disinterested friendship-of squaring the circle-of making my fortune, and I know not what other extravagant nonentities. I now begin to philosophize, and doubt whether I ought to consider my own destiny as marked by any very strange anomalies. In short, honest reader, I have had adventures as well as you; but mine, perhaps, may not cast yours into the shade; and my excuse for this prefatory prosing is, that if find my geese are not swans, you may perceive that it was by following a very common example I made the mistake of thinking them so. you They are all true," said Corporal Trim, in allusion to the stories he had in store for Uncle Toby," for they are all about myself." I can offer the same satisfactory proof of the truth of mine, except in the case of one or two, respecting which I can affirm, with Sancho Panza, they are so indubitable, that a body may not only believe, but swear to the truth of them. Reader, I have been a traveller; but whether travelling or at rest, I have suffered the common lot of mortality in having tricks played me. Listen to my narrative; you will be quite as well employed as in picking straws. My first shall be A SAILOR'S TRICK. It was towards the end of December that we put to sea from Boston, in America, bound to Europe. The northern coast of the United States is proverbially tempestuous in winter, and we found the season of our voyage no exception to the general rule. Scarcely had we lost sight of the land, when a furious gale of wind sprung up, that continued with little intermission for fourteen days. Tremendous squalls drove us at times nine and ten knots an hour; showers of rain, sleet, and snow, poured upon us in rapid succession. Day and night we were pitching over the mountainous billows, the vessel rolling from side to side, as if each moment about to upset, or plunging her bows into the front of a mighty wave, as if to precipitate herself headlong into the depths. She was as deeply laden as she could swim; and it strikes one with astonishment, on observing such a heavy mass labouring over the restless waters, and exposed to all the fury of the elements, how bits of wood can hold together in this agitation. At night, 'tis as good as an electric shock, after you have been tossed from side to side in your berth, till every bone in your mortal frame is most desperately sore. For the first night or two, indeed, you might as well attempt to sleep within a tread-mill; but when you have become a little used to the bouncings and jouncings that greet your first attempts to go to sleep, and your senses are just beginning to steep themselves in forgetfulness, it has all the rousing effect of an electric shock to be awakened by the shipping of a sea. Bang! comes a most tremendous thump over your head, that starts you up in the twinkling of an eye, with the horrid imagination that the ship has struck upon a rock. The next instant ten hogsheads of water come rushing down the cabin doors. The captain scrambles upon deck, swearing at the booby of a fellow at the helm, whose awkwardness led to the accident. The mate bustles about, and makes up in noise what he lacks in knowledge; the sailors grumble, the pigs squeal, the fowls cackle, and all above and below are in a sweet condition. At dinner 'tis an exhibition of legerdemain. The plates, spoons, and bottles spin about upon the table as nimbly as the apparatus of a conjuror when he cries Presto! Try to swallow anything, and you are baulked in a style that Tantalus in limbo never saw surpassed. Seize your fork, and make a lunge at the morsel on your plate; ten to one that you hit the edge of your neighbour's dish, if you do not indeed serve him a more clumsy trick by nailing his hand to the table, which he is holding on in anticipation of a desperate roll, which he feels coming. Attempt to drink, and the contents of the glass go somewhere between your chin and your elbow. Though you cannot help yourself to victuals, you commonly get a portion of what belongs to your neighbour-his glass dancing into your face, and his dish upsetting into your lap. Mind how you sit, or a lee-lurch will jerk you from the seat, and send you skating super-diagonally, till you bring up slap against the wall. Look sharp at all times, and bite sharp when you can. Such are the comforts of a dinner at sea. However, stormy weather does not last for ever. After crossing the warm and smoking current of the Gulf-stream, the tempests abated. I had little apprehension during their continuance, as I knew the vessel to be well built and nearly new, and I had full faith in the skill and experience of the captain and crew. For all this, I had been served a trick. The lone ocean! what a solitude! We were in the great track of navigation across the Atlantic, yet, after leaving the American coast, not a sail caught our eye till we had passed the Azores; nothing but the salt, vast, dread, eternal deep. Now and then a solitary gull, or shearwater, or petrel might be seen skimming over the waves; or a shoal of porpoises or black-fish, cutting through the water, offered a momentary spectacle; or, more rarely, a Portuguese man-of-war---not a ship, but a shell-fish. I was leaning over the ship's rail, one serene sunny day, watching the navigation of this little craft with its beautiful bluish-green hull and white striped sail, scudding gracefully forward under a gentle breeze. Suddenly it struck sail, and sunk out of sight. "Gone to Davy's locker!" exclaimed the mate, who had been scanning the phenomenon as well as I," and now look out for squalls." Aye, but we have already weathered too many of them to be apprehensive on that score," replied I. Aye, to be sure !" answered Bill. "So tight a ship as we have got under us, you know." "Tight-O! hem!" said Bill, with a roll of his eye, and thrusting a huge quid into his cheek, "Oh, aye! tight! yes! ha, ha!” There was something in the fellow's look at these words that I did not comprehend. "Aye! tight and sound, why not?" returned I, casting my eye along the ship's side. Bill looked more significantly than ever, and I could perceive that he watched my eyes very sharply. As my glances wandered fore and aft, I thought something looked oddly near the main chains. I stared hard at it, while Bill was twisting up the muscles of his face, as if he knew something more than ordinary. "What is that bit of board clumsily stuck on the ship's side there?" asked I. "A little bit of gingerbread-work," answered he, with an arch leer. Gingerbread-work, hey? let us nibble a bit at it," returned I, beginning to suspect something. So getting over the side, I clambered down to the spot, and set to knocking and scratching about it. "Avast! avast!" cried Bill, in some agitation, "you will have it off.” "What, then, is there anything underneath?" "Nothing but a hole through the ship's side, about as big as your head." "A hole through the ship's side?" "Aye!" replied he, with great gravity. "And how long has it been there ?" "All the voyage." "Come now, Bill, you are buttering me down. Tell me the truth." ""Tis true as the moral law; but say nothing about it-the other passengers might be sort o' scared, you see." Aye, if they believed it; but ". "I'll tell you just how it happened; the whole affair to an affigraphy. You see we lay at the wharf in Boston, all loaded." "Well!" "Well, trying to haul off into the stream, the ship grounded just at night, and when the tide left her, she took a heel against the wharf, and the end of one of the fenders coming in a sort o' clumsy way against her broadside, smashed it right through." "And you put to sea upon it ?" "Exactly so: first nailing a bit of pine board over the place, and giving it a daub of black varnish; 'twas all done in ten minutes after we found it out in the morning. 'Twould have taken time, you know, to unload and repair." "Gracious powers! Have we come through all these gales of wind with a leak of two square feet ready to burst upon us?" ' "Ha, ha!" said Bill, hitching up his waistband, " many is the time I've chuckled in my sleeve to hear you bragging to the old man how |