of sending his nephew to India, in order to make a princely fortune; and the father of Fanny, proud of his wealth, was annoyed by some observations which old Carrol had made upon the obscurity of the family from which his nephew wished to select his wife.'-Vol. i. pp. 30-34.

The lovers, in short, found means of writing to each other, and Mr. Conway in the mean time purchased an estate in the county of Cork, and became acquainted there with a gentleman named O'Finn, of an old and most respectable family, to whom he consented in due time to give his daughter in marriage. Carrol of course was made acquainted with this project, and was on his way to prevent it, if possible, when his chaise was overturned as above related. On entering the inn he gladly seated himself by the fireside, where he found two men drinking whiskey punch. One of these is described in a suitable manner as Redmond the bandit, a person with an education, however, above his appearance, and who of course at once excited the traveller's curiosity. We must own that the rapidity with which they get into each other's good graces is brought about rather in the French than in the Hibernian style. Let it suffice to say, that Redmond, chiefly on account of the hatred which he bears to O'Finn, offers Carrol his services. Through his instrumentality the lovers met in secret; the interview was short, but a second having been fixed for the next day, Carrol and Redmond returned to the inn, where, as ill luck would have it, they found a hunting party seated at dinner in the only room which the auberge afforded. Carrol observed them with curiosity, and he was not a little surprised to hear several of these merry guests give the name of O'Finn to one of their companions. Redmond's attention was drawn to the circumstance, and in order to involve the party in a contest, he proposed the health of Miss Conway. O'Finn asked by what right he dared to pronounce her name. Redmond, in reply, asked by what right he put such a question. From words they soon proceeded to blows, and a general battle ensued, in which the hunters were completely put to the rout. The victors, however, were obliged to fly also, lest they should be apprehended for a breach of the peace. Carrol placed himself under the guidance of Redmond, who conducted him, through many defiles of the Galties, to his secluded habitation. It was a miserable cabin, where they found five or six men, seated round a turf fire, drinking potteen. Upon a signal given by Redmond these men departed; and here the author takes an opportunity of detailing the personal history of the bandit. The following day Redmond again saw Fanny; he found her in tears, as it was determined that she should that evening be married to O'Finn. But he consoled her by saying that measures would be taken to preserve her from such an event; he recommended her to make due preparations for her nuptials, but at the same time to arrange also her travelling trunks for a journey. Strange as this part of the story may appear, it is by no means unlike some of the abductions which, a few years ago, were not

uncommon in Ireland. The concluding scene is, perhaps, too melodramatic, but, nevertheless, it can scarcely be said to be wholly fictitious.

When the night approached, Redmond and Carrol placed themselves at the head of thirty men, and moved towards Mr. Conway's mansion. The rain fell in torrents, but the number of lights which they saw glimmering through every window of the house, announced the presence of the company who were invited to witness the marriage. Redmond halted at a hill, which was at a short distance from the place, and told Carrol that he would find a chaise and four prepared for him in a certain spot which he pointed out, and that he had nothing to do but to wait for Fanny. He then directed half of his followers to draw their swords, and the other half to arm themselves with their pistols, at the same time enjoining them to commit no violence. He next appointed four men to conduct Miss Conway to the post-chaise, when the time should arrive, and then proceeded towards the house.

When he made his appearance the solicitor was just finishing the marriage-settlements, and Conway was still discussing with O'Finn a clause upon which they were not agreed. The priest was in surplice and stole, waiting to celebrate the ceremony. Fanny was waiting with trembling expectation for the performance of Redmond's promise; yet when she saw him enter with a pistol in his hand, followed by thirty bandits, she was seized with terror. The whole company were thrown into consternation when they saw Redmond approach the solicitor, snatch the parchment upon which he was writing from his hand, and cast it into the fire, while his followers pointed a pistol or a sword at the breast of every man in the room. The signal being given, the four appointed persons seized upon Fanny, who scarely knew if she should follow such guides, though she had no longer any alternative. Her maid accompanied her; her escort took away her trunks, and in a few minutes she was surrendered to Carrol, who handed her into the chaise, and desired the postillion to gallop away as fast as he could.'—Vol. i. pp. 65-67.

The father and uncle were subsequently reconciled to the marriage; and O'Finn, according to the rules of poetical justice, having entered the Galties in order to apprehend Redmond, fell by his hand.

'The Witch of Scollough's Gap' is a tale of the rebellion, which is well told, though, like that which we have just noticed, it is rather too melo-dramatic for a work of this description. This objection, however, does not apply to the papers entitled 'The Shipwreck'Religious Dissensions- Illicit Distillation'-' The River Lee' "The Round Towers,' and one or two other articles, which portray the present state of Ireland with considerable fidelity.

ART. X. Mittheilungen aus den Memoiren des Satan herausgegeben von ****. 1 Vol. 12mo. Stuttgart. Black and Young. London. 1826. In the days of old, when faith was more vigorous than in these degenerate times; when philosophy seldom obtruded herself, with

her disagreeable questions and her cross-examinations; and no physician presumed to ascribe angelic or infernal visitations to over-fasting or indigestion-in_those good times the awful and mysterious personage, ycleped Satan, was by no means averse to exhibiting himself bodily. His favourite mode of showing himself was among those extraordinary old women who, for the sake of making themselves hated by doing mischief, used to consign themselves to him body and soul. With these he used to have rare diversion in their nocturnal assemblies on the Blockenberg and elsewhere, and many an unfortunate old dame has paid for such amusements in the flames or on the gallows.

As we generally pass from one extreme to the other, when people ceased to hear of the visible appearance of his infernal majesty, they began very rapidly to doubt of his existence altogether. However, if we give credit to the writers of romances, especially those of Germany, and if we put any faith at all in the scenic wonders of the theatre, he has appeared, and does still appear to mortal eyes in various forms.

The latest avatar, or however else we may please to term it, of his satanic majesty, is that recorded in the present work, which has the farther advantage of containing accounts of several others, as Herr Satan, on taking leave of the editor, had the politeness to present him with a manuscript copy of his memoires, and the editor has as politely laid them before the reading public. He informs us that in the latter end of September, 1822, he happened to be spending some time at the Three Crowns in Mentz. As he was looking out of his window one fine afternoon, a handsome coach and four drove up, out of which stept a tall slender gentlemen, who called for and obtained apartments in the hotel. He had no servants, but the postillions vowed he was of the right sort, as he had been extremely liberal to them on the road, and the conjectures of the head-waiter, in answer to the enquiries of the editor, was, that he was an Englishman von profession. The waiter also informed him that the name of the stranger was Von Natas. the table d'hote it was the fortune of the editor to be seated opposite the interesting Von Natas, and as we know how much, according to the Spectator, the knowledge of a man's face and appearance conduces to the right understanding of all he says and does, we will give the description of him.

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'His face was handsome but pale, his hair, eyes, and comely beard were of a brilliant black. His white teeth, which his slightly unclosed lips occasionally disclosed, rivalled the snow of his dazzling white linen. Was he old? Was he young? It was impossible to say; for sometimes his face had on it that piquant smile which commenced just gently at the corner of the mouth, and advanced, like a little cloud, up the slightly curved nose, to the wilful eyes, and betrayed youth which had early ripened, and then withered beneath the storm of the passions. At other times you would suppose you were looking at a man advanced in years, who un

derstood well the art of conserving himself by means of assiduous care and an abundant toilette.'

In this mode our author proceeds in the description of Herr von Natas, who, as he sat at table, quickly drew on himself the attention of the company, especially the ladies. His mode of studying characters was this: he called over the leader of the band, that played during dinner-time, gave him a dollar, and desired him to play Osinsky's Polonaise. While they were performing the piece, the eyes of Natas wandered in all directions, observing the countenances of the company, and, by the effects of the music on them, he judged of their dispositions. The taste of the editor seemed to please him, and they commenced a very long and interesting conversation, which lasted till midnight, and in which the stranger, as well he might, displayed a knowledge of human nature and all its relations quite astonishing.

Herr von Natas was the life and soul of the company. Before he came all was as dull, formal, and stiff, as at an English boardinghouse. But now mirth and fun were the order of the day. One would have thought, says the editor (we wish, by the way, he had told us his own name), that the delightful tale of the Horn of Oberon had been realized; for the moment he opened his lips every one's heart-strings were set in motion, the conversation flowed along in a rapid and abundant stream, and yet, afterwards, no one could recollect any thing more than that it had been “divine."

In this manner Natas proceeded in the gentlest and most delightful manner possible, instilling doubts on the most important subjects into the minds of his unsuspecting auditors, and, in the most engaging way, gaining souls to himself as fast as he could. All went on well for five days, no one had any particular business at Mentz, or at the Three Crowns, and yet, such was the magic of his presence, that no one could prevail upon himself to depart till the sixth day, which was Sunday, arrived, and Natas did not appear as usual, but he had left an apology with the waiter, ascribing his absence to an unavoidable engagement, and promising to be back in the evening.

In his absence the discourse, as was natural, fell on the subject of the extraordinary stranger, and, what was most extraordinary, almost every one was persuaded that he or she had seen him before at another place, and under another name and form. "You quite terrify one," said the Baronness von Thingen, a great admirer of the stranger, "you will, at least, make our worthy Natas the Wandering Jew, or God knows what else." A little elderly professor, from the university of T- laughed, twirled his snuff-box, and declared that he also had seen him in Stuttgart, some twelve years before, under the name of Barighi, and related a long story of the exploits of this Barighi, his assuming different forms, and finally strangling a very eccentric old gentlemen.

The conversation proceeds. The professor communicates in pri

vate his ideas with respect to Natas to our friend. It appears that the worthy professor is jealous of the stranger, who has contrived to wheedle away the affections of pretty Frau Trübenau, and the comely widow, Baroness von Thingen, on whom the professor had an eye for himself. In the midst of their conjectures Natas suddenly makes his appearance. A short time after a reeking bowl of punch does the same: all attack it; the punch speaks out in the professor, and he charges Natas with being Barighi. Natas, by way of reply, falls to whirling about the room. One immediately cries that he is the strange doctor that used to come to his native town; another that it was Maletti, the gambler. "Nonsense," said Madame von Trübenau, “tis our dear private secretary Gruber." "Pah!" said an old gentleman, "tis the worthy fellow that got me the supplying of the hospital at Dn with bread." "Dear, no papa," tittered his daughter," don't you know the young country gentleman that came to us to be instructed?" "I have it," cried the professor at last, reverse his name, it is Satan."

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Next morning late our editor awoke, and found that all the company had departed. According to the waiter's account there had been sad work in the house during the night. Natas had to bleed the fair Trübenau, to put a warm plaister on Miss Rosalia, the daughter of the old bread-contractor. The truth is, the whole party had got drunk with the punch, and made such a riot that the police had paid the house a visit, but our editor, as he had the worst head, and was first knocked up, knew nothing at all about it. Natas, too, was setting off early, but before he went he had an interview with our friend, and, as he knew him to be a writer, he confided to him his memoires, giving him, at the same time, the key to the cypher in which they were written.

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The first communication" commences with some very judicious observations by Satan (for he no longer conceals his name or quality) on memoir writing in general. It also contains a conversation he had with the archangel Gabriel, whom he acquaints with his intention of writing and publishing, and who warns him very earnestly to beware of the reviewers. To this Satan replies, Clericus, clericum, non decimat, and proves, from the signification of both his Hebrew and Greek name, that he and they are of a trade, quite to the satisfaction of the archangel, whom he astonishes by his skill in languages. He also replies to the objection that may be made of his not being a regularly bred scholar, by quoting the examples of ladies and soldiers, who, though not brought up to the "writing trade," have, nevertheless, written very brilliant memoirs; but he settles the matter completely by asserting' that he is a doctor, optima forma, in philosophy, as his memoirs will show, and his diploma, which he possesses in black and white, will prove.'

Germany is the land of all others beloved by Satan, for there it is that his existence is most fully believed, and there he hears, from the mouths of theologians, these words most sweet to his cars