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From a Review in Tait's Magazine of Burke's Family T:- excessively. The only exception to this was mance ; or Episodes in the Domestic Annals of the Aris- her father ; but all freedom of intercourse
even with him was prevented by the constant THE LATE LOUIS PHILIPPE.
impediments thrown in the way by her other A SHORT period after the death of the es- relatives, who, for some mysterious reason, King of the French, Louis Philippe, and when would never leave them alone together. the chances of the eleration of any of his sons Vexed and annoyed by this restraint, she to the throne were being rather anxiously removed to another part of Italy, where she considered, a mysterious sort of paragraph dwelt for several years, until news was brought was going the round of the newspapers, insin- to her that old Chiappini was at the point of uating that the dethroned monarch was an death. She flew to Florence, and arrived a interloper into the Orleans family, and that few days before the old man died. He was neither he nor his heirs had any right to royal delighted to see her, and was anxious to bo honors. There was just enough in the ob- left alone with lier, as he evidently had scure announcement to awaken and stimulate something important to impart. But, as curiosity, but not sufficient to afford to the before, all unrestrained intercourse was denied, judgment data for the formation of a decisive the brother, especially, never leaving them opinion. It looked like a wanton scandal for a moment. At length the poor man died, flung into the fallen sovereign's grave, or a with the harassing secret of his bosom undireckless expedient of political animosity, in- vulged. tended to damage the dynastic interests and This scene, as might be espected, made a prospects of his aspiring family. Strange to painful impression on the mind of Maria say, however, if we may credit the startling Stella, and excited vague suspicions of a revelatior.s given in one of the sections of Mr. strange mystery enshrouding her. The only Burke's work, there is more truth in the sig. link that bound her to the family being now nificant rumor than we were disposed to ad- broken, she bade them firewell forever, and mit. According to those disclosures, Louis again quitted Florener. Six months afterPinilippe was the changeling son of an Italian wards a packet was put into her hands, of juiler, wbile the real heir to the throne had wbich the superscription made her start, as been defrauded of her royal heritage, and it was in the well-known hand-writing of her died with her wrongs unredressed. But, withi- father. Her whole attention was at once out further prelude, we proceed to give a riveted. The letter had been written by condensed view of the facts upon which these Chiappini after the commencement of his startling allegations rest.
illness, in anticipation of the difficulties of It was about the close of last century that making any oral communication. It disLord Newborough, an Irish peer, lately closed to her the astounding fact that she widowed, while residing at Florence, was was not his daughter, and bitterly bewailed fuscinated by the grace and beauty of a the injustice and wrong to which he had su youthful ballerina, named Maria Stella Pe- long been a party.
" But if I was guilty,” tronella Chiappini, whose performances he remarks the conscience-smitten man, was accustomed to witness at the opera. An inuch greater was the guilt of your real acquaintance commenced between them, and, father!” He then proceeds to divulge the aster negotiating a bargain with the reputed dazzling secret of her birth as follows: father of the charming, girl, she was trans
About four months before your birth, a great ferred to the mansion of her noble adınirer. The conduct of Lord Newborough towards foreign nobleman and his lady arrived in our his prize was honorable and delicate in the hired the principal house from the Marchese
town, with a numerous Italian retinue, and extrcne, for he immediately made her his
and Lord It was said that they wile, notwithstanding the disparity of years, were French, and of illustrious rank and great and, returning to England, introduced her to wealth. The lady was far advanced in pregthe highest circles as Lady Newborough. nancy, and so was my wife. I was much asBy hier he had two sons, who succeeded to the tonished by the affability of this great foreigner, peerage.
who sent for me, gave me money, made me On the death of the old lord, 1807, Lady drink wine with him, and expressed a wish to Newborough felt a natural desire to revisit serve me in every possible way. After repeated her Italian relatives, which she accordingly conversations he disclosed his purposes to me, did, taking with her her two boys. On
with large bribes and commands to secrecy. arriving at Florence, her first care was to seek He told me that it was absolutely necessary, on out her father, whom she found settled in a the child which his countess was about to
account of the weightiest family reasons, that much superior condition to that of his earlier produce should be a son ; and therefore he
He and all the members of her family urged me, in the event of her giving birth to s treated her with profound respect, but with a daughter and my wife bearing a son, to allow distance and reserve that was inexplicable, the children to be exchanged. It was in vain and that distressed her affectionate heart that I attempted to dissuade him. i He
assured me that, in the erent of the exchange, known among his contemporaries as Egalité, my boy should be nobly provided for, and that Duke of Orleans; and it was admitted by the he would fill one of the noblest places in Europe. courtier that he had sojourned in Italy at the Everything turned out according to the count's period stated. precautions. His lady had a daughter, and my wife a son ; the children were exchanged ; I was Maria Stella was now thoroughly persuaded made comparatively rich ; the countess speedily that she was, indeed, the eldest child of the late recovered ; and she, her husband, my boy, and Duke of Orleans ; and, in fact, along with Madtheir numerous Italian suite, speedily left our emoiselle Adelaide, his only surviving child ; quiet little town, and were never more heard of. Louis Philippe, the present duke, being, in her For the course of seven years large sums of cstimation, only a changeling, and all his younger money were remitted to me, with the strictest and real sons having died. It may be supposed injunctions to secrecy, and terrible threats that she was not a little elated at having, as she were held out to me in the event of my divulg- thought, made the certain discovery that, next ing the facts especially to you.
to the Duchesse d'Angoulême, she was first
princess of the blood of France, and the rightful Such are the essential points of this strange heiress of immense wealth. story — this real palace romance. What a
But this discovery was the ruin of her potent appeal was here to two of woman's happiness, and produced rothing to her in after most powerful passions — curiosity and ambi- life but discomfort and misery ; so that it would
have been well for her if she had ended her tion! She had yet to unriddle the mystery days in the persuasion that she was nothivg of her parentage, and learn the greatness and
more, by birth, than the daughter of the lowglory of which she had been defráuded. The born Chiappini. The prosecution of her princely only clue possessed by her at present was the claims caused the destruction alike of her fortune name of the little Tuscan town where she had and her peace of mind. She appears to have been so unnaturally abandoned by the mother had no judgment, and no knowledge of characthat bare her. Giving herself at once to the ter. She allowed herself to be imposed upon by search, she started in quest of the old mar- one swindler after another. She was betrayed chese and his steward, who were the only and made a prey of.
Her claims never met fair individuals capable of affording her the de- play. As to whether they were true or false, we siderated information. Happily, she learned will not venture to pronounce an opinion. But that both were living, though very aged. it is very evident that they never received that She sought the steward first, and, discreetly support or consideration to which they were endisguising her object, she elicited the important fact that her parent was the Comte de In her untiring efforts to have her romantic Joinville. She next attempted to sound his claims investigated, Maria Stella received no master, but found him quite impenetrable. countenance or support from either her son or After considerable perplexity as to the next her husband ; for it ought to be known that, step to be taken, she visited the town of previously to her visit to Paris, she had con Joinville, in France, where, to her mingled tracted a second matrimonial alliance with a astonishment and delight, she learnt that the Livonian nobleman, the Baron Von Ungarn. object of her search was no less a person than Sternberg. In explanation of this circumbis Highness the Duke of Orleans, the first stance, it has been stated by a nephew of the prince of the blood.
With magnificent pros, baron, that his uncle was in the receipt of a pects opening in her imagination, she now large annual allowance from Louis Philippe, hastened to Paris (during the reign of Louis whilst King of the French, to induce him to XVIII.) and, establishing herself in a hand- withhold his aid from any measure for ensome hotel, published widely the following forcing the rights of his energetic wife. In a advertisement :-“If the heir of the Comte little volume, now very scarce, put forth by de Joinville, who travelled and resided in Lady Newborough, in relation to her claiins, Italy in the year 1773, will call at the Hotel she mentions two curious facts, which, cer. de
-, he will hear of something tainly, simple as they are, would seem to be greatly to his advantage.
in her favor. On visiting Paris, she went as Having laid this trap, Lady N. waited at a stranger to see the Palais Royal, then the home next day to watch the result. She had residence of Louis - Philippe, while yet Duke not to wait long; for in the course of the of Orleans. On arriving before a full-length morning a corpulent ecclesiastic, supported portrait of him, her little boy, by whom she on crutches, was announced, whom she soon was accompanied, exclaimed involuntarily, found to be the confidential agent of Louis “ Oh! mamma, here is a picture of grandPhilippe. Though generally a wary diplo- papa !” — being struck with the remarkable matist, yet, on this occasion, stimulated by a resemblance of the duke to old Chiappini, or, hope of ministering to his master's well- if this account be true, of the son to the known cupidity, he unwittingly disclosed just father. The second circumstance referred to the facts which Maria Stella was so eager to by Lady Newborough is this ; when Louis elicit. The Comte de Joinville was better Philippe was brought to the baptismal font,
From the N. Y. Journal of Commerce.
his weight, it is stated, was a matter of as- evening," continued George, “ and I will es-
and explained his singular intention to go to
introduced to Louis Philippe, and in the presence of the king and nobles, and plenipotentiaries, this American youth demonstrated his problem, and received the plaudits of the
court. CEORGE WILSON.
He received the prize, which he had
clearly won, besides valuable presents from A Few years since, as Mr. Gallaudet was the king. walking in the streets of Hartford, there came He then took letters of introduction, and running to him a poor boy, of very ordinary proceeded to the Court of St. James, and took appearance, but whose finc, intelligent eye up a similar prize, offered by the Royal Socifixed the attention of the gentleman, as the ety, and returned to the United States. Here boy inquired, “ Sir, can you tell me of a man he was preparing to secure the benefit of his who would like a boy to work for him, and discovery by patent, when he received a letter learn him to read ?"" “ Whose boy are you, from the Emperor Nicholas himself, one of
“I have no par- whose ministers had witnessed his deinonstraand where do you live?','10 ents," was the reply, “and have just run tions at London, inviting him to make his a way from the workhouse because they would residence at the Russian Court, and furnishnot teach me to read.” The gentleman made ing him with ample means for his outfit. arrangements with the authorities of the He complied with the invitation, repaired town and took the boy into his own family. to St. Petersburgh, and is now Professor of There he learned to read. Nor was this all. Mathematics in the Royal College, under the Ile soon acquired the confidence of his new special protection of the Autocrat of all the associates, by faithfulness and honesty. He Russias! was allowed the use of his friend's library, and made rapid progress in the acquisition of
THE POTATO. knowledge. It became necessary, after a while, that George should leave Mr. Gallaudet, Tue vegetable originally used as the Potato and he became apprenticed to a cabinet-maker was the production of the convolvus batata, or in the neighborhood. There the same inter- batalo edulis, which grows wild in the Malayan rity won for him the favor of his new associ- peninsula, and has a creeping perennial root, ates. To gratify bis inclination for study, angular leaves, and pale purple flowers about his master had a little room finished for him an inch long. At every joint it puts forth in the upper part of the shop, where he de- tubers (the edible part). These plants were voted his leisure time to his favorite pursuits. introduced from South America by Captain Here he made large attainments in mathe- Hawkins Gerarde, who cultivated them in his matics, in the French language, and other garden, in London, in 1597, and called them branches. After being in this situation a potatoes (from batata). They are impatient few years, as he sat at tea with the family of cold; but are still cultivated in the south one evening, he all at once remarked that he of France and Spain. They have the disadwanted to go to France.
vantage of being difficult to preserve, as they “Go to France !” said his master, surprised are apt to grow mouldy. These are the potathat the apparently contented and happy toes of Shakspeare and his contemporaries. youth had thus suddenly becoine dissatisfied! They were supposed to be restoratives for with his situation " for what?"
persons of decayed constitutions, and of ad" Ask Mr. Gallaudet to tea to-morrowlyanced age ; wherefore, Falstaff says,
the sky rain potatoes." (Merry Wives of If death were here before me, I could not hindered Windsor, act y. scene 5.).
be The present potato, which has derived its But that my hand would offer a wedding ring to nomo from the old batata, was brought to
thee. Ireland from Virginia, by Sir Walter Raleigh, Maid of the low green Valley, my tongue must about 1589, and planted in his lands ncar Youghal. At a meeting of the Royal Society, The story of the true love that in my heart doth
freely tell 1693, Sir Robert South well, the President,
dwell. stated, that his grandfather was the first per- We too are kin already: 0, wouldst thou but son in Ireland to whom Sir Walter Raleigh
agree gave tubers of the potato. They were called To draw the tie still closer, 't were happier lot Virginian potatoes, to distinguish them from
for me! the batatas, called Spanish potatoes. So late as 1629, potatoes in England were roasted, My Mary! would it grieve thee to see thy lorer peeled, sliced, and put into sack with sugar, pine? and were also candied by confectioners. They Look on me !-clear as crystal are those blue were introduced into France, 1742, but were eyes of thine ; long held in contempt, as only fit for the use Thy neck is fair as plumage that on the swan we of very poor people.
The potato, though a most useful, is a very Thy breath like fruit's sweet odor, thy form like unromantic vegetable. Yet there is a remi
young ash tree. niscence of interest attached to it. In theo, were we in the wild wood, where thrushes iinperial gardens of Schonbrun, near Vienna,
sing their song, where poor young Napoleon, the sometime Where to the grass are drooping the branches king of Rome, spent the greater part of his
green and long, short and semi-captive life, there was a plot My love would I discover, so warm, so tenderly, of ground appropriated for his own amuse- That thou, my truth perceiving, wouldst give ment, which he 'tilled with his own hands. thy hand to me. Instead of the fruits and fowers in which a boy might be expected to delight, be cultivated only potatoes, whose white or purple ELIZA ROBBINS, author of Popular Lessons, wheel-shaped flowers he endeavored to train Poetry for Schools, and many other excellent into tufts, or bouquets, of some grace. When school books, died of r lingering illness, on the liis crop was ripe, he always presented it to his evening of the 16th inst., at Cambridge, Massagrundfather, the Emperor of Austria, for his chusetts. She was a most useful writer and
compiler of works suited to form the minds of own table. As the potato is now considered peculiarly methods of communicating knowledge and in
young persons, and was singularly happy in her the vegetable of Ireland, we shall accompany spiring sentiments of virtue. Her works had a it with our translation of an Irish song, nd- very extensive circulation, and held their ground dressed by a peresant to a fair cousin with against a host of clever and active competitors. whom he was in love. The name of the In conversation she was one of the most eloquent writer is unknown to us, but the song was and witty persons we have known. Her mind very popular in Munster, in the days, now was stored with an immense variety of historical gone by, when the country people sang like and biographical knowledge, gathered from a the birds. The girl sang as she milked her wide extent of English reading, to which large cow, or sat at her spinning-wheel; the
additions were made from close and keen obser
peasant sang at the plough, or following his cart vation of character and society, collected in a along the road; the herdsman sang as he various and sometimes unhappy esperience of
life. With these endowments, her conversntions sat on a
stone watching his four-footed charge, and the niother sang to her child. were the delight of her friends, to whom she was
no less endeared by the generosity and kindness But since the blight of sadness that has fallen of her disposition. She was cut off in the undion the spirit of the people, and that is main-minished vigor of her faculties. We pen these tained by the daily parting from their fast- few words in profound sorrow at her loss. emigrating friends, we have remarked that, N. Y. E. Post, 20 July. go where we will, we never hear the sound
BEETHOVEN, the composer, had two imperious habits, by which he was constantly swayed that of moving his lodgings, and that of walk
ing. Scarcely was be installed in an apartment A bhean ud shios, a lar an tochair glais.
ere he would discover some fault in it, and conMaid of the low green valley, throughout all mence looking out for another, Every day Erin's isle
after dinner, despite rain, wind, or snow, be There is no girl whose beauty can thus my heart would issue forth on foot and take a long and beguile.
of Irish song:
THE MAID OF THE VALLEY
FROM THE IRISHI.
From the New Monthly Magazine. the tuition of a Herman Melville. This AMERICAN AUTHORSHIP, NO. IV.
graphic narrator assures us, and there needs
no additional witness to make the assurance HERMAN MELVILLE.
doubly sure, that his sca adventures have often The Muses, it was once alleged by Christo- served, when spun as a yarn, not only to repher North, have but scantly patronized sea
lieve the weariness of many a night-watch, furing verse ; they have neglected ship-build- but to excite the warmest sympathies of his ing, and deserted the dockyards — though in shipmates. Not that we couch for the fact Homer's days they kept a private yacht, of of his having experienced the adventures in which he was captain.
" But their attempts
literal truth, or even of being the pet of the to reëstablish anything like a club, these two fo'castle as yarn-spinner extraordinary. But thousand years or so, have iniserably fuiled; we do recognize in him and in his narratives and they have never quite recovered their (the earlier ones, at least) a capital” fund
" and so ricbly nerves since the loss of poor Falconer, and their of even untold “ interest, disappoiotment at the ingratitude shown to veined a nugget of the ben troralo as to take Dibdin." And Sir Kit adds, that though Readers there are, who, having been enchant
the shine out of” many a golden vero. they do indeed now and then talk of the “deeped by a perusal of " Typce” and “Un00,” blue sea," and occasionally, perhaps, skim over it like sea-plovers, yet they avoid the have turned again and rent the author, when quarter-deck and all its discipline, and decline they heard a surmise, or an assertion, that the dedication of the cat-o’-nine-tiils, in spite Others there are, and we are of them, whose
his tales were more or less imagination. of their number.
By thein, nevertheless, must have been in- enjoyment of the history was little affected by spired -- in fitful and irregular afflatus
a suspicion of the kind during perusal (which of the prose-poetry of Herman Melville's sea
few can evade), or an affirmation of it afterOcean breezes blow from his tales
Wards. " And if a little more romantic than of Atlantic and Pacific cruises. Instead of truth may warrant, it will be no harm,” is landsman's gray goose quill, he seems to
Miles Coverdale's morality, when projecting
Miles a have plucked a quill from skimming curlew, a chronicle of life at Blithedale. or to have snatched it, a fearful joy, from
raison. hovering albatross, if not from the wings of
Lite in the Marquesas Ielands! – how atthe wind itself. The superstition of life on here it was treated by a nian" out of the
tractive the theme in capable hands! And the waves has no abler interpreter, unequal and undisciplined as he is -- that superstition ordinary,” who had contrived, as Tennyson almost inevitably engendered among men who sings, live, as it has been said, " under a solemn
To burst all links of habit. thero to wander far sense of eternal danger, one inch only of plank (often worm-eaten) between themselves On from island unto island at the gateways of the and the grave ; and who see forever one day. wilderness of waters.' Ilis intimacy with Larger constellations burning, mellow moons and the sights and sounds of that wilderness happy skies, almost entitles bim to the reversion of the Broadths of tropic shade, and palms in clastor,
knots of Paradise inystic “ blue cluak” of Keats' submarine Droops the heavy-blossomed bower, hangs the graybeard, in which
Summer isles of Eden lying in dark-purple spheres every ocean form Was woven with a black distinctness; storm, And calm, and whispering, and hideous roar Were emblemed in the woof; with evory shape outlandish things,” exclaims Tommo himself,
“ The Marquesas! what strange visions of That skims, or dives, or sleeps 'twixt cape cape.t
“ does tho very name spirit up! Lovely
houris — cannibal banquets — groves of cocoaA landsman, somcwhere observes Mr. Tuck- nuts — coral reefs — tattooed chiefs, and bamcrman, can have no conception of the fondness boo temples ; sunny valleys planted with. a ship may inspire, before he listens, on a brend-fruit trees carved canoes dancing on moonlight night, amid the lonely sea, to the the flashing blue waters — savage woodlands details of her build and workings, unfolded by guarded by horrible idols -- heathenish rites a complacent tar. Moonlight and midscas are and human sacrifices." And then the rest much, and a complacent tar is something ; with which Tommo and Toby, having debut we " calculate” a landsman can get some serted the ship, plunge into the midst of conception of the true-blue enthusiasm in these oddly-nasorted charms — cutting them. question, and even become slightly inoculated selves a path through cane-brakes -- living with it in his own terra firma person, under day by day on a stinted table-spoonful of." a
hash of soaked bread and bits of tobacco" * Thomas de Quincey. * “ Endymion,” Book III. shivering the livelong night under drenching