one occasion, when the war was active and the cold was very intense, he ordered an extra coat to be made. Seeing from his window a French captain very scantily attired, he called him, and instead of putting on the coat which the tailor had just brought him, made him a present of it, continuing to go about in his one coat as usual.

For agriculture and the agricultural classes he displayed great consideration. When among the cattle bought for the support of the army he discovered any that were useful for work, he sent for those of the peasantry who had old useless cattle in their possession, and took them in exchange for the serviceable ones, without exacting any remuneration.

The first prisoners who fell into the hands of Zumalacarregui was Don N. Guerrero, an officer of cavalry. The wife of this officer had no sooner heard of the occurrence, than she flew to Zumalacarregui, to implore his release. The Christino generals, at this time, were shooting the Carlist prisoners without mercy. Zumalacarregui wrote upon the lady's petition, Recent events being overlooked, the husband of the petitioner, together with the two serjeants who were taken with him, shall be set at liberty, if the authorities of Pampluna will show the same consideration for the officer, Don Manuel Duharte, who is now in their power." Notwithstanding this offer, Duharte was shot by the orders of the Christino general. The Carlist, Zumalacarregui, nevertheless released Guerrero.

A volunteer having been severely flogged, on the charge that he had stolen a fowl that was discovered in his knapsack, turned round to Zumalacarregui, and said to him, with a very complacent air, "General, if your excellency will pardon them, I will tell you who were the real thieves, and who put the fowl into my knapsack."-" My good friend," said Zumalacarregui, "you had better conceal them now you have had your flogging. However, you deserve a reward for the regard you have shown to friendship, and as I cannot render undone the pain you have endured, at least accept this small proof of the esteem I feel for you as a trusty friend." So saying, he gave him an ounce of gold.

Like all huntsmen, Zumalacarregui was very fond of his dogs, and he had received one of great value from a gentleman who wished to cultivate his favour. One day, as he had just set out on a hunting expedition, the dog, who was running in front of his horse, flew at a sheep that belonged to a flock they were passing, and killed it. Zumalacarregui instantly fired his pistols at the dog, but missing it, gave orders that it should be killed. Several officers solicited a pardon for the animal, but the general replied, "The death of a sheep can be easily repaired, as we only have to pay its value to the owner, but suppose an ill-conditioned dog did some mischief to a man-what say you, señores officers,-who would repair the mischief then?" The dog was killed at once, and the owner of the sheep was paid the money which he required.

Zumalacarregui once observed a woman, who had been driven out of Peralta by the Christinos, following a battalion with two children on her back. Asking her why she followed this particular battalion, she told him it was because her husband served in it as a volunteer. The general gave her two pounds, and told her to come every month to receive a similar sum. In this way did Zumalacarregui employ his small

pay of £30 per month.

One day, when Zumalacarregui was at Ascueta, he saw from his window an old woman very meanly attired, holding a youth by the hand. Looking at the general she came down to the window, as if she would express with her eyes what her tongue did not venture to say. He ordered one of his adjutants to go to her, and ask what she wanted. I want to speak a few words with the general," said the old woman. "Let her come up," said Zumalacarregui from the window. When she found herself in his presence, she showed him the youth and said, "Señor General, I am a poor widow, and I want to know if your excellency will take this son of mine, who plagues me day and night to let him join his two brothers, who are already soldiers in the 1st Regiment of Navarre."-" Bring me your two other sons," said Zumalacarregui, an order which was speedily obeyed. Feeling compassion for the destitute state in which the woman would be left, if deprived of all her sons, he advised one of the two, who were in the regiment, to return to her, and work for her support. To this the mother would not consent. Zumalacarregui, making her a handsome present of money, desired the officer who was on guard at the door of his house to pay her the same honours that were paid to himself, and this on every occasion when she appeared with her three sons.

When Zumalacarregui came to the town of Vergala Mayor, his soldiers brought before him the corregidor, and a paper, which they said they had torn down from a public place, where it had been posted before the arrival of the troops. This paper was an edict, offering a general pardon to all the Carlists who would lay down their arms; and according to a proclamation which Zumalacarregui had published, the corregidor was liable to be shot. Instead, however, of proceeding with this severity, Zumalacarregui contented himself with making the corregidor swallow the paper in the presence of the soldiers who accused him, a punishment that occasioned general diversion.

When the glory of Zumalacarregui was at its height, two days after the battle of Amezcoas, Lord Elliott, who was on his mission from Great Britain, paid him a visit. Zumalacarregui, who perceived that he was an object of interest, could not help displaying a kind of noble pride on this occasion. He had but recently caused his enemies to suspend the decree called "The Martial Law," which, with his own eyes, he had seen published at Pampluna, with the greatest military honour, two days after the Carlist general, Don Santos Ladron, was shot. At that time he had said to a friend, If I live I'll make them repent that abominable decree." To gratify Lord Elliott he not only granted his prisoners their lives, but also gave them something to eat, and set them at liberty. Many of them were so pleased with him that they chose to remain under his orders, rather than return to the Christino army.

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Zumalacarregui being informed that Lord Elliott wished to have his autograph, wrote as follows:-"En Asarta, villa del valle Berneza, celebre por tantos combates que en el se han dado en este siglo ha tenido el honor de recibir a Lord Eliot, el 15 de Abril, año 1835 *.

"TOMAS ZUMALACARREGUI."

• "At Asarta, a town of the Berneza Valley, celebrated for so many battles in the present age, and on the 15th April, 1835, T. Z. had the honour to receive Lord Elliott." The English language will not admit of the inversion which places the nominative in the signature.

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THE SEPARATE PURSE.

BY MRS. WHITE.

"Now, whatever you do, Fanny," said Mrs. Prin, reluctantly concluding her last didactic on the eve of her daughter's marriage, "make a point of having your own share of Alfred's pay, otherwise you will never have a shilling to call your own, for either you will have to ask him for every thing you want, or he will be constantly coming to you for mo ney. You know it was always so in your poor father's lifetime; he might as well have kept his pay altogether, as pretend to have trusted me with the management of it, for he was continually wanting some of it for tailor's bills, or subscriptions, or other expenses, that I knew nothing about, and afterwards would have the conscience to ask what had become of it, if I ventured on a make-shift dinner more than once a week; so pray take my advice, and let him have his share of the money, and do you keep yours, then you will know what you have to trust to; besides, there is nothing like beginning as you intend to go on, and so the sooner you get him to come to the arrangement the better. Good night, God bless you!"

And Mrs. Prin pressed her lips on her daughter's forehead, with the air of one whose last act of maternal government had been to drop the manna of golden maxims in her path.

There was, however, something in this advice that sounded harsh and dissonant to the object of it. To begin matrimony with the discussion of money matters, was as disagreeable as it appeared ungraceful in the eyes of the young bride; and when a few days afterwards, Fanny Leithbridge (as the ceremony of the next morning made her) sat in her own home, with her hand clasped in that of her husband-returning with a new-found confidence, not only its pressure, but the glances of affectionate tenderness with which he gazed upon hershe wondered how her mother could have thought it necessary to hint at pecuniary arrangements between them.

By and by, however, as the inaugural month of wifehood waned away, and household aspirations succeeded to those of settlement and possession, Mrs. Leithbridge began to see the necessity of having a less dependent command of the exchequer her husband was so apt to dissent from her notions of domestic requirements, and meet her estimates of drawing-room furniture, &c., with a good-humoured smile, and the worn-out truism, that " Rome was not built in a day," they must have patience, and "stand before they could run," and a great deal more to the same purpose; but though for the present, more from a habit of complaisance than from personal conviction, Mrs. Leithbridge seemed to acquiesce in her husband's way of thinking, all the while her mother's precepts lay fermenting and spreading their noxious influence, morsels of evil leaven that in time should leaven the whole.

On the other hand, the conduct of Leithbridge was so considerate, and he was so generally attentive and self-sacrificing, that no opportunity occurred in which to even hint at the change of arrangement it soon became her study to achieve; he bought nothing without consulting her taste; and though he might sometimes combat her desire for household acquisitions, it was done so inoffensively, and with such imperturbable good humour, that the veriest shrew could have found

no opportunity of playing off that fearful engine of domestic warfare, ill-temper.

Not that Leithbridge was a naturally refined or a very considerate man; but he was just now in that state of uxorious intoxication which is blind as well as passive, and the sudden sobering from which (where the stronger spells of congeniality and affection are wanting) is so often fatal to matrimonial happiness. It is true their marriage had been what the world calls one of affection (i. e. one in which the absence of any great disparity of age or position gives less occasion for questioning its disinterestedness); but if the world could have looked into the heart of either, it would have found, that beyond a predilection for each other's personal appearance, their union had scarcely the lukewarm sentiment of liking for its basis.

No matter, " Marry first and love afterwards," was an article of the faith in which Mrs. Prin had brought up her daughter, and besides, there was a principle of mutual accommodation in the match, which, though it might not appear, was not without weight with the contractors. Leithbridge had long since discovered that housekeeping gets on but badly in the irregularity of a bachelor's establishment, and he meditated a corrective in the person of his wife, who, on her part, saw the advantage of exchanging a meagre dependence, and the domination of an irritable mother, for a comfortable home, and a husband genteelly situated. These motives of expediency, then, were the most solid occasion of their union, but they were both young, and this circumstance, added to a mutual admiration of each other's good looks, had produced the passion which they were willing to mistake for attachment, and which, as I before observed, still retained its strength in the breast of the young husband. What prospect there was of wedded happiness based on such foundations, the reader will judge, but its overthrow was at least accelerated by the disunion which Mrs. Leithbridge was bent on effecting-not of hearts but of purses.

One of the greatest misfortunes that can befall persons in middling circumstances on their first starting in life was unhappily theirs—but little, if any, provision had been made on the part of Leithbridge to meet the exigencies of the step he had taken; his salary of little more than a hundred and fifty pounds a year, as a clerk under government, had hitherto been barely sufficient for his own expenses; his house to be sure was rent-free, but then it was only scantily furnished, and whatever additions had been made in this particular on the occasion of his marriage remained unpaid. As a bachelor, Leithbridge passed for what is called an easy, good-natured, warm-hearted young man-one of those persons, in fact, who have the absurdly disinterested character of being "nobody's enemy but their own,"-a position, by the way, that one generally finds in after life extended to their wife and children. Sherry, society, and manillas were his temptations, but he had considerably abated his indulgence in them since his marriage; and in all probability, with proper attractions at home, would have made up his mind to a farther limitation; his prejudices, therefore, were in favour of peopling the apartments which his wife was bent on fashionably furnishing, and to spread his old mahogany with an occasional entertainment, the expense of which she was striving to anticipate for the purchase of new. Unfortunately, too, he had the organ of gastronomical perceptiveness (if there be such an one) most

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strongly developed, and was decidedly opposed to the Prin "Family receipts for good and cheap cookery." Mrs. Leithbridge on the contrary, brought up in the self-denying principles of a narrow economy, which limited the expenses of her mother and herself to the precounted pounds, shillings, and pence of a government pension, looked upon all extraneous adjuncts to the simple state of roast and boiled as so many wasteful provocatives to appetite-and but for respect to the decencies of the dinner-table, would fain have exploded the contents of the cruets as an unnecessary tax on her house-keeping account.— "What, mutton again, Fanny?" observed Leithbridge one day, as the familiar joint made its appearance before him, egad! you will soon make me, like the man in Joe Miller, ashamed to look a sheep in the face." This attack, however jestingly conveyed, was but too good an opportunity for Mrs. Leithbridge to open her battery, and she therefore, with a heightened colour and an offended air, scarcely called for by her husband's hinted dissatisfaction, declared "she wished he would market for himself-she did not know how to please him-if she bought beef, he was sure to call it tough; and now mutton did not suit-in fact she did not know what to buy;-if indeed, like other people, she had a certain allowance for housekeeping expenses, she should be able to tell what she could afford,—but as it was, she had no money that she did not either have to ask for like a beggar, or to receive as if she was a servant entrusted with a certain sum to spend;-for her part, she was heartily tired of it, and wished for nothing more than that he would take the housekeeping altogether into his own hands-she found she could not give him satisfaction."

Though almost dumbfounded by this sudden ebullition, Alfred Leithbridge answered by a loud laugh, and drawing forth his purse, with the first ungracious action he had ever been guilty of towards her, threw it across the table, asking her, "When he had ever withheld its contents? and bidding her help herself."-" Not she! she did not want his money-all she required was a certain sum for household expenses, that she might know what she could afford to lay out. It was just like him to be so quick and petulant, when a little quiet talking over the affair would set all to rights; and in her situation she could not bear to see him so excited."

From this time forth Mrs. Leithbridge lost no opportunity of effecting that complete independence of her husband's will, as regarded money matters, that her mother's hints had aimed at, day by day, night after night, with all the subtle insidiousness which the diplomacy of cunning opposes to headstrong determination of purpose. The passionate, the pathetic, the silent system, were each in turn played off to induce the arrangement she desired; and at length, wearied into acquiescence, the husband gave in, and in the blindness of her intolerable selfishness Fanny Leithbridge waived the sweet privilege of a wife's dependence, to accept the uncontrolled salary of a hireling; and absolutely congratulated herself on having wrung from him a separate maintenance. Every quarter day now brought her a certain amount of mcome, but instead of the felicity she expected, it produced anxieties and difficulty. Neither did the arrangement in any way improve the cuisine, as Mr. Leithbridge literally found to his cost; while grumbling from him only produced counter irritation on the part of the lady, and hurried into bitter expression their en