matter. to lead them against the enemy. He declared that he would accept the office of commander-in-chief if they wished to confer it upon him; but if they preferred any other leader, he was prepared to draw his sword as simple commandant of the Passeyr valley, where he was born; and that, in whatever situation it pleased God to place him, he would sacrifice his life for the cause of his country. This declaration was received with shouts of approbation, and Hofer from that moment became commander inchief of the Tyrolese. sense of sight, amid which, was no easy which had been abandoned by the Austrians, Andrew Hofer roused the slumberThe engineer had miscalculated; iting spirit of his countrymen, and offered was a dangerous proximity for nearly one hundred and fifty of the British troops to be so near the breach, as they perished with the unfortunate of the besieged on the explosion of the mine. The troops now rushed forward, amid the smoke and dust, through two breaches which were effected, and, although they met with some resistance from the pikemen and the artillerymen of the enemy, the latter of whom died by the side of their guns, they eventually made them selves masters of the place, and thus gave a death-blow to the popular delusion of the impregnability of Bhurtpore. In the encounter the enemy lost ten thousand men to one thousand of British. The young prince Bulwunt Singh was established in the palace of his forefathers with becoming honours, and Doonjia Sal, who was secured while meditating an escape, received a pension from the liberality of the Company as a prisoner of state in the fortress of Allahabad. The spirit of Hofer soon ran through the whole of the Tyrol, and in some of the districts the enthusiasm was such, that the women took an active part in the hostilities, and aided each other to hurl down stones upon the enemy's troops in the narrow defiles. A girl of eighteen, named Josephine Negretti, assumed the dress of a man, and was several times in action with the sharpshooters, carrying a rifle, and using it with considerable dexterity. Three times Hofer delivered his country from the Bavarians and the French; and a grand festival was held at Inspruck, in honour of him. He was that day for The success of this important enterprise was productive of the most beneficial results. All the towns and villages belonging to the principality immediately tendered their submission, and the most turbulent of the chiefs were re-mally invested with a medal sent to him claimed to their allegiance. ANDREW HOFER. THE name of Andrew Hofer, the brave leader of the Tyrolese, is not only dear to every German, but to every one who admires undaunted courage and genuine patriotism. Hofer was of a phlegmatic disposition, fond of ease and tranquillity, and only to be roused to action by the love of his country. The mention of a victory gained by Austria, or in the cause of his native country; an allusion to the old times of the Tyrol; an enthusiastic word in favour of the emperor, or the house of Austria, were appeals which had too powerful an effect on the feelings of Hofer; and he who, according to the testimony of those who at tended him, conducted himself in his last moments as 66 un eroe Christiano e martire intrepido," was for some time bathed in tears, and unable to utter a word. When the French invaded the Tyrol, by the emperor, in the great church, at the foot of the tomb of Maximilian, by the abbot of Wilna, amidst the acclamations of the people. Tragical events now followed: the Bavarians gained ground in the Tyrol, and their successes were followed by a treaty of peace between France and Austria. Hofer could not brook the idea of becoming a subject of France; and when he was deserted by all his followers, he retired to a place of concealment in the mountains of his native valley, where he remained for some time undiscovered, in spite of the active search that was made for him, and the reward that was offered for his head. The place of his concealment, in which he remained from the end of November to the end of the month of January following, was a solitary Alpine hut, four long leagues distant from his own house, at times inaccessible from the snow which surronuded it; a few faithful adherents supplied him, from time to time, with the food that was necessary for himself and his family, and more than once he was visited by confidential messengers from the emperor of Austria, who used every intreaty to make him quit his abode, and follow them to Austria, assuring him, at the same time, a safe conduct through the enemy's army. But Hofer steadily refused all their offers, and expressed his determination never to abandon either his country or his family. the emperor Francis, for whom he cried out the last "vivat," with a clear and steady voice. He delivered to Manifesti, the priest, everything he possessed, to be distributed amongst his countrymen : this consisted of 500 florins in Austrian bank-notes, his silver snuff-box, and his beautiful rosary; a few moments before his death, he also delivered to his faithful attendant his small silver rosary, which he constantly carried about him. On the broad bastion, at a little dis At length, the secret of his conceal-tance from the Porta Ceresa, the comment was made known to the French, who sent a body of sixteen hundred men to take him prisoner; and two thousand more were ordered to be in readiness to assist them, so fearful were they of some attempt being made to rescue him. It was dark when the French approached his hut, but as soon Hofer heard the officer inquire for him, he came intrepidly forward, and gave himself up. He was then marched, together with his wife, his daughter, and his son, who was twelve years old, through Meran to Botzen, amidst the shouts of the French soldiery and the tears of his countrymen. as On his arrival at Mantua, a courtmartial was immediately held, for the purpose of trying him; but while it was still sitting, a telegraphic dispatch from Milan ordered him for execution within twenty-four hours, thus putting it out of the power of Austria to interfere in his behalf. The fatal morning of his execution now arrived. As the clock struck eleven, the generale sounded, a battalion of grenadiers was drawn out, and the officers who were to attend the execution entered his prison. As Hofer came from it, he passed by the barracks on the Porta Molina, in which the Tyrolese were confined; all who were there fell on their knees, put up their prayers, and wept aloud. Those who were at large in the citadel, assembled on the road by which he passed; and, approaching as near as the escort permitted them, threw themselves on the ground, and implored his blessing. This Hofer gave them, and then begged their forgiveness for having been the cause of their present misfortunes, assuring them, at the same time, that he felt confident that they would once again return under the dominion of up manding officer halted his men. The grenadiers formed a square open in the rear; twelve men and a corporal stepped forward, while Hofer remained standing in the centre. The drummer then offered him a white handkerchief to bind his eyes, and told him that it was necessary to kneel down; but Hofer declined the handkerchief, and peremptorily refused to kneel, observing, "that he was used to stand upright before his Creator, and in that posture he would deliver his spirit to him." He cautioned the corporal to perform his duty well, at the same time presenting him with a piece of twenty kreutzers; and having uttered a few words by way of farewell, expressive of his unshaken attachment to his native country, he prononnced the word "fire," with a firm voice. His death, like that of Palm, was not instantaneous, for on the first fire he sank only on his knees: a merciful shot, however, at last dispatched him. The spot on which he fell is still considered sacred by his countrymen and companions in arms. Thus perished, in the prime of life, Andrew Hofer, a plain, uneducated village innkeeper, who opposed, for some time with success, the enormous power of France and Bavaria, with an army of rude, undisciplined peasants. By his companions and countrymen he was regarded as the hero, the saviour of his country; and his name is never mentioned in the Tyrol without tears of grateful affection and admiration. A simple tomb has been erected to the memory of Hofer on the Brenner, at a short distance from his own habitation; it contains no other inscription than his name, and the dates of his birth and death. The record of his actions is left to be transmitted, as it doubtless will be, to the latest posterity, in the popular stories and rude ballads of the mountaineers, who love and revere his name, and consider him as a model of disinterested loyalty and devoted attachment to his native land. HALF PAY. PEACE being proclaimed, I became an idle man. For a time I was delighted with visiting my acquaintances and nominal friends. Novelty (for I had long been abroad) increased the pleasure which I experienced in viewing domestic objects; but a very little time rendered them uninteresting, and ennui soon obtained possession of me, blighted every prospect, and made me long once more for the tented field, the changing quarters, the uncertainty of military life, nay, for its very dangers. Sauntering down the Mall in St. James's Park, and ruminating on the past, my thoughts took a successive glance at the past and present; for the past and present form the whole of our life. The past is full of regrets; the present, generally speaking, is unsatisfactory in some shape or other; the future (which is the third and last state of man) is always fearfully obscure, and awfully beyond our reach. Looking on the right and on the left, I espied a number of military men. The blue ornamented great coat, black silk kerchief round the neck, fixed spur, and dowlas trowsers, announced the dismounted dragoon, (for although the collegian, the puppy, the counter coxcomb, and the sharper, occasionally ape this dress, the dragoon is discernible to a military eye). The grey surtout and pantaloons, less easy air, and less affected style, showed the infantry officer, reduced like the former, on half-pay, with Wellingtons unspurred. Both had issued from first floors in Suffolk-street, back rooms about the Adelphi and Strand, or hiding-places in the suburbs. breeze might spring up and bring a prize in some shape; and, above all, he was erecting his crest, throwing forward his broad chest, setting off his wellproportioned shoulders, and viewing his sinewy legs, as much as to say, "See my proportions! What rich maid, frail wife, or easy widow, will fancy me?" The Scotchman seemed to bend to circumstances, to stoop to his fate, to throw off the soldier, and to assume the citizen and civilian: he looked as if a gude story, an act of politeness, a happy hit, or some unforseen fortune, might ameliorate his lot. He felt that, in war, and in his account with mankind, he stood square and unimpeached; and he waited for the turn of fortune's wheel in his favour; poor, but proud; humble, but above those degrading shifts of existence by which many bright and brave men from other countries are ruined. Whilst all this ran in my head, and whilst I was contemplating the round blue eye, fair hair, independent head of paid-off John Bull-the fine acquiline nose, sharp forehead, fiery eye, projecting lip, dark hair, changeful and jealous expression, and somewhat mutinous countenance of half-pay brother Patand the cold, white high-cheek-boned, grey-eyed, yet courteous, seemly face of cautious Donald or Sandy, placed on the reduced establishment-a scene interesting to my feelings casually took place. I beheld a military man (evidently such, though in coloured clothes) sitting on a bench-his back against one arm of it and his feet extended on the seat. In the front of this tall, thin, recumbent figure, was a fine-looking Scottish soldier. Such I knew him to be by his physiognomy and by his accent. He wore his uniform, but had a round hat on his head, and a thick stick under his arm. These are invariable marks of discharge, and of bending the weary way homewards. The officer pulled out a thin pocketI could easily distinguish the different book, and taking out a five-pound note nations amongst my reduced (not re- from it, he worked it about in his hands formed that is a foreign word, and as if he fain would have increased its very foreign from my purpose) brethren weight, or as if its lightness vexed him. The Englishmen appeared He looked thrice at it, as on a departing resigned, though not quite satisfied. friend, then rumpled it, and at last put The Irishman looked doubtful and it into the soldier's hand, and, heaving a abroad; he was boxing the compass at sigh, said "Charlie, I wish you weel; every moment, hoping that a favourable I tak care o'yoursel; there's what I owe in arms. you; and I wish, man, that it were mair." The soldier held back. His half-extended hand dropped as it tried to take the note. He hung his head, played with his fingers as if unwilling to receive it, and at length he took it gently, handled it as if it were not his, eyed it, frowned upon it, and at last slowly put it in his pocket. "Many thanks to ye, sir," cried he, and still remained immoveable. "Ye're ower gude," answered he, after a long pause. "Thanks to you," replied the officer, with a faltering voice. "Heaven bless ye," faintly articulated the soldier. | He still stood, put his hand in his pocket, as if to return the money, sighed, shook his head. "Fare ye weel, Charlie," was hastily pronounced again. Charlie was motionless. "Gang awa, mun, now," cried the officer. Charlie put his hand to his hat as if it had been a cap, stood in a fine soldierly attitude, faced, wept, and slowly paced off. "Charlie," cried the officer. He returned. "Gude luck to ye." He extended his hand to him. The man seized it eagerly, and went proudly, tearfully, and regretfully away. I now understood what had passed: 'twas an officer bidding his last farewell to a faithful soldier. During the "pomp and circumstance of war," discipline forbade familiarity; but at a last parting, nature was commanding officer, and pride obeyed. Esteem drew the two brethren in arms nearer together, and sympathy would not permit the superior to part with his humble deserving comrade, without this last token of wellearned affection. Curiosity induced me to follow the soldier, and to fall into conversation with him. "You seem affected at parting with your officer," said I to the private. "Tis the blackest day o' my life." replied he. "A' the dangers, and hunger, and cauld, and hard fighting, was naething to this; he was a right gude officer, as kind a maister as ever lived, and as brave a man as ever marched. Seven years we shared the same fate thegither, slept sometimes in the same bed, that is, on our mother earth, and heeven for a' our curtain; and now to think that his honour canna afford to keep a man (here he passed his hand over his eyes), and that we maun part! Plague on the peace! I wish Boney were let loose again! I believe it was his last note that he gae me; would I had ne'er seen it! I wad serve him for naething, by day and by night, gin he wad keep me. But then he's ower prood for that; and I darna affront him.' The man's fidelity so pleased me, that I offered him a shilling to drink. I was ashamed of it afterwards, although my motive was good at the time; for Charlie was so full of love for his master, and of soldierly pride, that there was no room in his heart for any other feeling, no place in his mind for the intrusion even of interest. "Thanks to you, sir,” said he; "I dinna want; but I wish my maister were better of; there's an unco difference atween him and me." Here he shed tears abundantly; and as I could not relieve him in any way, I wished him well, and left him. I returned down the Mall again, the Scottish officer was there, attempting to whistle and beat time on his boot, but there was no mirth in his tune. He struck his boot not sportively, but out of temper, and sorrow was fully depicted in every line of his features. CAPTAIN CAREW. AT the siege of Tortona, the commander of the army which lay before the town, ordered Carew, an Irish officer in the service of Naples, to advance with a detachment to a particular post. Having given his orders, he whispered Carew, Sir, I know you to be a gallant man; I have therefore put you upon this duty. I tell you in confidence, it is certain death to you all. I place you there to make the enemy spring a mine below you." Carew made a bow to the general, and then led on his men in silence to the dreadful spot. He then stood with an undaunted countenance; and having called to one of his soldiers for a draught of wine, "Here," said he, "I drink to all those who bravely fall in battle." Fortunately at that instant Tortona capitulated, and Carew escaped destruction ̧ LONDON:-Printed by JOSEPH LAST, No. 3, Edward-street, Hampstead-road.-Published by WILLIAM MARK CLARK, 17, Warwick-lane, Paternoster-row; J. PATTIE, Brydges-street, Covent-garden; and may be had, by order, of all Booksellers in town and country. [THE CENTAUR'S CREW CONVEYING THEIR CANNON, ETC. UP THE ROCK.] On the recommencement of hostilities in 1803, the West India Islands became objects of especial attention with our government, and the reduction of several of them soon took place. Martinique, however, had not yet surrendered; and preparatory to offensive operations, it was considered necessary to obtain possession of, and fortify, the Diamond Rock, whose commanding situation rendered it a post of the highest importance. Sir Samuel Hood, ever mindful of what would most conduce to the honour of his country, spent much of his time in watching the island of Martinique and Fort-Royal Bay, the chief resort. Six miles to windward of this, and one mile from Cape Diamond, at the entrance of Marin Bay, lies the Diamond Rock, in form very much resembling a round haystack; on one side overhanging its base, VOL. III. but having deep water all round it. To place a battery on the top of this rock would at first sight appear impracticable. Its altitude is about 450 feet; a few bushes grow on the top (so they appear to the distant spectator); they consist of the wild fig-tree, whose roots by age have acquired a strength and connexion with the interstices of the rock, offering some security to the fastening of a cable. Having mounted its crumbling sides, rarely, perhaps never before, trodden by man, our enterprising officers and men succeeded in carrying up a line, and, ultimately, a stream-cable of the Centaur, which was firmly moored by the side of the rock; and with one end of this cable clinched round a projecting rock, and the other on board the ship, a communication was established from one to the other. To the cable a traveller, 3 D |