"Then, for my sake, dear uncle, treat him civilly, and I give you my word you shall not repent your kindness.'

'Every day saw the Count paying his devoirs to the lovely Adelaide, and always framing some very winning excuse for his visit. A bouquet of rare exotics, or an exquisite print, a scarce book, or a beautiful specimen of foreign mechanism, were sure to be his apology. Could any girl of seventeen be insensible to such gallant wooing, especially when proffered by a rich young nobleman, who wore such splendid whiskers, and whose moustache and imperial were the envy of all the aspirants after ladies' smiles. Adelaide soon began to discover that, when the Count was present, time flew on eagles' wings; and when, after spending the morning in her company, he ventured to make one of the gay circle usually assembled in her drawing-room at evening, she was conscious of a degree of pleasure for which she was unwilling to account. His intimacy with her cousin Horace afforded him the opportunity of being her companion abroad as well as at home, and in the gay evening party, the morning promenade, or the afternoon ride, the handsome Count was ever her attendant.

"A feeling of gratified vanity probably aided the natural goodness of Adelaide's temper, and enabled her to endure, with exemplary equanimity, the railleries of her young friends; but she was not so tranquil when her father began seriously to remonstrate against this imprudent intimacy.

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You have had all your whims gratified, Adelaide,' said he, now you must indulge one of mine. Adopt as many foreign fashions as you please, but remember that you never, with my consent, marry any other than an American. My fortune has been made by my own industry my name was transmitted to me unsullied by my father, who earned his patent of nobility when he signed the declaration of independence, and no empty-titled foreigner shall ever reap the fruits of my toil, or teach my daughter to be ashamed of her republican father.'

"The earnestness of these admonitions from a parent who had never before spoken except in the words of unbounded tenderness, first led Adelaide to look into the depths of her own heart. She was almost terrified at her own researches, when she found that she had allowed the image of the Count to occupy its most hidden recesses. Bitterly did she repent her folly."

"I wish he were an American,' sighed she; 'and yet, if he were, he would not be half so pleasing. How devoted his manners are! - how much feeling there is in all he says and does!

Poor Adelaide! she was like the fascinated bird-she dreaded his power, yet she could not withdraw herself from its influence. She could not conceal from herself the fact that the manners of the Count too were greatly changed. From the courtly gallant, he had gradually become the impassioned lover. He treasured her every look and word, and she keenly felt that in exposing her own peace of mind she had also risked the loss of his.'

"This state of things could not long exist without an explanation. Six months had scarcely passed since Adelaide first beheld the noble stranger, and already her young cheek had lost its glow, and her step its buoyant lightness. She was sitting alone one morning, brooding over her melancholy forebodings, when the door opened, and the object of her thoughts entered. Seating himself beside her, he commenced a conversation full of those graceful nothings which women always love to hear, but Adelaide was in no mood for gayety. The Count intently watched the play of her eloquent features, and then, as if he divined the tumult of her feelings, suddenly changed the topic to one of deeper interest. He spoke of himself-of his various adventures-of his personal feelings and, finally, of his approaching departure for Europe. Adelaide's cheek grew paler as he spoke, but she suppressed the cry which rose to her lips. The Count gazed earnestly upon her, then seizing her hand and clasping it closely between his own, he poured forth the most passionate expressions of affection. Half fainting with the excess of her emotions, Adelaide sat motionless as a statue, until aroused by the Count's entreaties for a reply. With bitter self-reproach she attempted to answer him. Falteringly but frankly, she stated her father's objections to her union with a foreigner, and blamed herself for having permitted an intimacy which could only end in suffering for both.' "Only tell me, Adelaide, that your father's prejudices are the sole obstacle,' said the Count passionately; say but that you could have loved ine, and I shall be content.' "Adelaide blushed and trembled.'

"For the love of Heaven, answer me but by a look!'

"Timidly that downcast eye was raised to his, and he was answered.'

"Adelaide,' he resumed, after a moment's pause, we may yet be happy. Could you love the humble citizen as well as the noble Count?'

"A slight pressure of the little hand which lay in his, and a flitting smile on the tremulous lip, was sufficient reply.'

"Then hear me, Adelaide,' said her lover; 'I will return to my country-I will restore my honors to him who bestowed them, and then I may hope to merit

"My utter contempt!' cried Adelaide, vehemently. 'What, resign your country forfeit the name of your fathers-desert your inheritance of duties! No, Count Pfeiffenhammer! if a love of freedom led you to become a citizen of our happy land,

none would so gladly welcome you as Adelaide Walsingham: but never would I receive the sacrifice as a tribute to transitory passion.'

"A transitory passion, Adelaide !'

"Could I expect stability of feeling in him who can so easily abandon his native land, and forget the claims of his country? You have taught me a bitter lesson, Count. No American would have shown such weakness of character as I have witnessed in him whom I fondly believed to be all that his lips professed. Would we had never met,' added she, bursting into tears.

"Adelaide,' said the Count, 'you love me- those precious tears assure me that you love me. Be mine, sweet one; your father will not be inexorable - he adores you.'"

"And therefore,' said she, 'you would have me make him wretched for life. Because he looks upon me with idolatry, you would have me desecrate the image he has worshipped. Count Pfeiffenhammer, we must part! You do not understand my natureI have been deceived in you!'

"You have! you have been deceived, my own sweet cousin! cried the Count, as he covered her hand with passionate kisses. You have rejected Count Pfeiffenbammer; will you also refuse the hand of your mad-cap cousin, Charles Winstanley, whose little wife you were seven years ago ?"

"Adelaide started from her seat in wild surprise. 'What means all this? - Charles Winstanley! the Count? The sudden revulsion of feeling overpowered her, and cousin Horace entered the room, just in time to see her sink fainting in Charles Winstanley's arms.

"Now the anger of the lady, when she recovered and learned the trick which had been practised upon her- the merriment of cousin Horace - the satisfaction of the father, and the final reconciliation of all differences — may they not be far better imagined than described?

"A few weeks after, a splendid party was again assembled in Mr. Walsingham's drawing-rooms; but Adelaide was no longer the life of the party. Attired in bridal array, and decked with the rich jewels which once sparkled on the person of the false Count, she sat in blushing beauty beside her cousin Charles, who, now that he had shaven off his moustache, and reduced his whiskers, looked like what he really was, a true American.

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But why, Charles, did you woo me in such outlandish guise?' whispered she, smiling.

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'Because, you vowed to marry none but an outlandish wooer. Plain Charles Winstanley would never have been allowed the opportunity of winning the heart which Count Pfeiffenhammer so closely besieged.'

"Ay, ay, Charles,' said the happy father, if American women would only value a man for the weight of his brains, rather than the lightness of his heels, and the strength of his principles, rather than the elegance of his manners, we should have less foreign foppery, and more of homely virtue in our country.'

'The Nameless One, a Tale of Florence,' and a long 'Tale of Modern Greece,' although well written, occupy space which might, in our judgment, have been better filled with matter more various, and better suited to the taste of American readers.

'The March of Mind,' by Mrs. GILMAN - who manages with much ability a popular periodical in Charleston, called The Southern Rose' is a clever satire -so short and good, indeed, that we cannot resist the temptation to copy it:

THE MARCH OF MIND.

A FRAGMENT FROM FACT.

BY MRS. C. GILMAN.

"WHAT excites you, brother dear?' said Fanny Morton, leaning over a youth who had thrown himself in an affected attitude along a sofa, while she twined his brown hair on her fingers; 'your nose is turned up like the tail of a griffin.'

"Oh Fanny, what will become of me?' said the youth, with a sigh. 'How much preferable would savage life be to this incessant pretension from ail quarters! My shoeblack prates to me about the chemical combinations of his varnish, and my barber is proposing a patent for a pair of self-cutting shears, which are to move over the head at a word of command. It was but yesterday I was coaxed by Aunt Judith to an infantschool examination, and made to listen an hour to the yelping of those overwrought kittens singing about Adam and Eve, Christopher Columbus, and twice two are four, all in the same tone at the top of their voices. I escaped, and went for relief to the Russels', who, a year ago, were sensible, ignorant girls, and hoped to hear some unadulterated feminine nonsense. Bell's pretty fingers were stained with varnish from her

oil painting of a wry-mouthed Madonna; Catharine insisted on my examining a musty hortus-siccus, entirely overlooking a sweet rose, which I gallantly offered her; and when I peeped over Mellicent's shoulder, hoping to find the book in her hand the last new novel, I found her examining the notes she had taken of a chemical lecture, while she began overwhelming me with Sir Humphrey Davy only knows what. I was starting off in despair, when that little imp, Harriet, who ought to be playing with her dolls, stopped me to see her shell-cabinet. I had just time to draw on my gloves, to prevent her thrusting into my hand one of her sea-monsters. I touched it with one of my finger tips, cried, 'Exquisite! beautiful! and escaped, stimulated in my flight by the sight of a half-open drawer, where impaled bugs and beetles were kept for immortality, as a learned professor says. My sweet Fanny, study ignorance if you love me! Will those thrice-blessed times ever return when men shall lie down on the flowery lap of female simplicity, instead of being stretched on the Procrustean bed of -'

"What is a Procrustean bed?' said Fanny, archly.

"Hush, child! now you are too ignorant!' replied Frederick Morton. I flew from Harriet's bugs as if they had been tarantulas; and being in want of a vest was going to's, but recollecting that he was an intellectual tailor, and not wishing to have my brains measured, I turned aside. It is not long since he went through the whole science of weights and pulleys in rectifying a pair of suspenders for me. Determining not to listen to another treatise, I went to the humble establishment of Mr. Smallshaw - a man as yet happily ignorant of any thing beside his goose.

"Any vests of late fashion, Mr. Smallshaw?'

"Oh, ay, certain, Sir,' and he brought me, in a quiet, tailor-like way, several patterns.

"As I was about making my bargain, he turned away from the cash as if it was quite a secondary consideration.

"Sir,' said he, have you heard that the mechanics' sons are to meet at the Lyceum to speak pieces to-morrow?'

"No, Sir,' I replied, with a sudden tremor:

"Neddy! roared he to a squint-eyed boy, who was just flaying the dust out of pair of pantaloons, which were hanging on a line in the yard, and which gave a kick of retaliation at every stroke; 'Neddy, son, here is a gentleman who would like to hear you speak your piece!'

"Neddy came in with an odd mixture of embarrassment and conceit on his dusty face, wiping his nose on his coat sleeve. He scrambled up on the counter for his rostrum, stood with his feet pari-toed, his hands glued to his thighs, his thumbs protruded, and made a one-sided bow. Now, thought I, for 'My name is Norval,' or To be, or not to be,' and the genius of Shakspeare seemed to me to be frowning from behind the headless coats which hung around us; but in this desecration I was happily disappointed, for in a shrill key, Neddy commenced, from Miss Taylor's Juvenile Poems, with the following emphasis

'My prayers I said,
I went to bed,

But soon I fell asleep,

And soon I woke,

My sleep was broke,

I through the curtains peep.

I heard a noise,

Of men and boys,

And watchmen's rattle too

And fire they cried,

And then cried I,

Oh dear what shall I do,' &c., &c., &c.

"All things have an end, and so had Neddy's piece; but just at its conclusion I heard another sharp voice at my elbow say,

"I'm going to speak at the exhibition, too!' "The deuce you are,' thought I.

"Oh certain, Sammy,' said Mr. Smallshaw,' 'say your piece to the gentleman. He is two years older than Neddy, sir, and is very remarkable, though I say it that shoud n't say it." "Before I could fabricate a reason for departing, Sammy was on the rostrum. Never were two beings more alike than he and his brother- the same oblique eyes of glassy blue, the same stiff yellow hair, the same smutch of dirt, as if by measure on the right cheek. He stood pari-toed; his hands stuck to his thighs; his two thumbs protruded; his voice pitched on the same high key; and he began

'My prayers I said,

I went to bed,' &c., &c., &c.

"Before he had arrived at the lines which

'Brought him to The middle of his song,'

the fear of a third urchin being produced to illustrate the awful consequences of playing at night

With Tommy lighting straws,'

had compelled me to take French leave, and I effected my retreat in a most masterly

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manner, while the tailor's gaze was immoveably fixed on the face of the young orator; in whom no doubt he foresaw a future Henry Clay, or a second Daniel Webster.

"But if the two tailorlings must speak their speeches,' said Fanny, 'why was there no variety in them? Why must both speak the same?'

their father, no doubt,

"Because there was no variety in the boys,' replied Morton; is accustomed to regard them as two sleeves of the same coat.' "You are the most fastidious of mortals,' observed Fanny. What is it you would have? Here, when you at last find a mechanic who is neither mathematical, philosophical, scientifical, or any way intellectual, you are displeased with the absence of refinement and want of tact in himself and family, and out of patience at the natural pride of a father in the accomplishments of his hopeful offspring.'

"Well, well,' replied Frederick, all extremes are bad. Why must people be always either too wise or too foolish? Why cannot every body adopt the juste milieu?' "Why they cannot is a question we leave to be decided by our readers.

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MISS LESLIE displays her power as a sketcher -a rôle which she fills with grace in the story of The Officers.' It contains plenty of incident, and no lack of individuality. The Mail Robber,' by W. E. BURTON, Esq., is an exceedingly welltold story, and will, in more than one instance, remind the reader of MARRYAT. There is a Tale of the Revolution,' the merit of which should not be judged by the relative position it occupies in the volume which it honors.

We have said nothing of the poetry of The Gift,' and have barely space to designate The Quakeress,' 'The Mother's Dream,' and the Elegy written in a Western Church-Yard,'as superior to the 'common run' of annual rhymes. The latter, however, would seem much better than it really is, could the reader forget the solemn beauty of the great original from which its manner is copied.

SHEPPARD LEE. Written by himself. In two volumes, pp. 550. New-York: HARPER AND BROTHERS.

Or all the native productions of the season, commend us to Sheppard Lee. We must however initiate the reader into the proper manner of perusing the work, before adverting more particularly to its qualities. The various 'books' which it contains should be read at short intervals; the volumes should be closed at the termination of each metamorphose of the author, as the curtain falls upon the different scenes of a drama; in this wise, the reader may enjoy in parcels a delicious bundle of all sorts of clever intellectual wares. The writer wins at once upon our regard, by the choice requisites of truth and freshness, and a plain unvarnished delivery of what he has to say. The separate characters which he assumes are each a picture, drawn to the life, and some of them, without doubt, from life. He gives the reins to an exuberant fancy, but is not so profusely inventive as to distract attention or curiosity. His humor is capital, and always naturally displayed, and his satire bites shrewdly, without any appearance of ill nature or malignity, which too often accompany sar

casm.

We cannot better commence a few brief extracts, than with the annexed, which details the first essay of the author in politics:

"I spent a whole week in finding out who were the principal office-holders, candidates and busy bodies, both in the state and the general governments; and which were the principal parties; there being so many, that an honest man might easily make a mistake among them. Being satisfied on these points, I chose the strongest party, on the principle that the majority must always be right, and attended the first public meeting that was held, where I clapped my hands and applauded the speeches with so much spirit, that I was taken notice of and highly commended by several of the principal leaders. In truth, I pleased them so well, that they visited me at my house, and en

couraged me to take a more prominent part in the business of politics; and this I did, for at the next meeting I got up and made a speech; but what it was about I know no more than the man in the moon, otherwise I would inform the reader. My only recollection of it is, that there was great slashing at the banks and aristocrats that ground the faces of the poor; for I was on what our opponents called the hurrah side, and these were the things we talked about. I received uncommon applause; and, in fact, there was such a shouting and clapping of hands, that I was obliged to put an end to my discourse sooner than I intended.

"But I found myself in great favor with the party, and being advised by the leaders, who considered I had a talent that way, to set about converting all I knew in the county who were not of our party, and they hinting that I should certainly, in case the county was gained (for our county happened to be a little doubtful at that time,) be appointed to the post-office in the village, I mounted my old horse Julius Cæsar, and set out with greater zeal than I had ever shown in my life before. I visited every body that I knew, and a great many that I did not know; and, wherever I went, I held arguments, and made speeches, with a degree of industry that surprised myself, for certainly I was never industrious before. It is certain, also, that there was never a laborer in the field of politics that better deserved his reward, -never a soldier of the party ranks that had won a better right to a share in the spoils of victory. I do not pretend to say, indeed, that I converted any body to our belief; for all seemed to have made up their minds beforehand; and I never yet knew or heard of a man that could be argued out of his politics, who had once made up his inind on the subject. I labored, however, and that with astonishing zeal; and as I paid my own expenses, and treated all thirsty souls that seemed approachable in that way to good liquor, I paid a good round sum, that I could ill spare, for the privilege of electioneering; and was therefore satisfied that my claim to office would hold good.

"And so it did, as was universally allowed by all the party; but the conviction of its justice was all I ever gained in reward of my exertions. The battle was fought and won, the party was triumphant, and I was just rejoicing in the successful termination of my hopes, when they were blasted by the sudden appointment of another to the very office which I considered my own. That other was one of the aforesaid leaders, who had been foremost in commending my zeal and talents, and in assuring me that the office should be mine.

"I was confounded, petrified, enraged; the duplicity and perfidy of my new friends filled me with indignation. It was evident they must all have joined in recommending my rival to the office; for he was a man of bad character, who must, without such recommendations, have missed his aim. All therefore had recommended him, and all had promised their suffrages to me! The scoundrels!' said I to myself. I perceived that I had fallen among thieves; it was clear that no party could be in the right, which was led by such unprincipled men; there was corruption at the heart of the whole body; the party consisted of rogues who were gaping after the loaves and fishes; their honesty was a song their patriotism a farce. In a word, I found I had joined the wrong party, and I resolved to go over to the other, sincerely repenting the delusion that had made me so long the advocate of wrong and deception.

On throwing off his first existence, Lee becomes a rich brewer of Philadelphia: but although he has suddenly risen from poverty to affluence, he is not without his troubles. For example:

"I had managed, somehow or other, in the course of the night, to stump my toe, or wrench my foot; and, though the accident caused me but little inconvenience at the time, the member had begun gradually to feel uneasy; and now, as I sat at my table, it grew so painful that I was forced to draw off my boot. But this giving me little relief, and finding that my foot was swollen out of all shape and beauty, my brother Tim pronounced it a severe strain, and recommended that I should call in my family physician, Dr. Boneset, a very illustrious man, and fine fellow, who at that moment chanced to drive by in his coal-black gig, which looked, as physicians' gigs usually look, as if in mourning for a thousand departed patients.

"What's the matter?' said the doctor.

"Why, doctor,' said I, 'I have given my foot a confounded wrench; I scarce know how; but it is as big and as hot as a plum-pudding,'

Hum, ay!-very unlucky,' said the doctor: off with your stocking, and let me look at your tongue. Pulse quite feverish. Fine port!' he said drinking off a glass that Tim had poured him, and cocking his eye like one who means to be witty, fine port, sir; but one can't float in it for ever without paying port-charges. A very gentlemanly disease, at all events. It lies between port and porter.'

"Port and porter! disease!' said I, slipping off my stocking as he directed, without well knowing what he meant. My foot was as red as a salamander, swelled beyond all expression, and, while I drew the stocking, it hurt me most horribly. "Zounds, doctor!' said I, 'can that be a wrench?'