"The teeth of Jan Sol chattered, and his knees knocked against each other; but he stood his ground manfully, and either would not or could not run away. This time the specare, though he appeared with two enormous wings projecting from his shoulders, did not whirl them round, or expand them in the manner he had done before. After sitting perched for a few moments on the wall, he flew down to the ground, and crept cautiously along, under cover of the wall, in a direction towards the big house. At this moment, the trusty Jan, with some difficulty roused his companions, and silently pointed to the spectre, gliding along as before related. Whether it was that it saw or heard something to alarm it, I cannot say, but scarcely had the redoubtable Captain Knyff risen, and shaken from his valiant spirit the fumes of sleep and Schiedam, when the spirit

took, as it were, to itself wings, and sped rapidly towards the gate of the governor's garden. The party pursued, with the exception of the captain, who carried too much weight for a race, and arrived within sight of the gate just in time to see the spectre vanish, either under, over, or inside of it, they could not tell which. When they got to the gate, they found it fast locked, a proof, if any had been wanting, that it must have been something supernatural.

" In pursuance of their instructions, the guard roused the governor, his household, and his troops, with the intention of searching the garden, and, if necessary, every part of his house, for the purpose of detecting this mysterious intruder. The garden was surrounded by a high brick wall, the top of which bristled with iron spikes, and pieces of bottles set in mortar. It was worth a man's life to get over it. There was no getting in or out except by the gate, on the outside of which the governor stationed two trusty fellows, with orders to stand little apart, and perfectly quiet. Now all the governor's household was wide awake, and in a bustle of anxiety and trepidation, except one alone, who did not make her appearance. This was the governor's only daughter, as pretty a little Dutch damsel as ever crossed Kissing Bridge, or rambled over the green fields of the Manhadoes. Compared to the queer little bodies that figure now-a-days in the Broadway, seemingly composed of nothing but hats, feathers, and flounces, she was a composition of real flesh and blood, which is better than all the gauze, silk, tulle, and gros de Naples in the world. A man marries a milliner's shop instead of a woman now-a-days," said the old gentleman, glancing a little archly at the fashionable paraphernalia of his pretty pet grand-daughter. "Her face and form was all unsophisticated native beauty, and her dress all simplicity and grace."

"Is that her picture hanging in the back parlour? asked the little girl, in a sly way.

"Yes, but the picture does not do justice either to the beauty or the dress of the original."

"I hope not," said the other, " for, if it does, I would not be like her for the world."

"Pshaw! you baggage," replied the old gentleman, " you will never be fit to hold a candle to her."

(To be continued.)

Extractor.

ATTEMPTED ASSASSINATION OF

BUONAPARTE.

In M. De Bourrienne's Memoirs just published at Paris, is the following interesting account of an attempt on the life of Napoleon, at Schoenbrunn, by a German fanatic

named Staps; General Rapp witnessed the occurrence and authencates the narrative.

"A youth conceived the design of assassinating Napoleon, in order to deliver Germany from the yoke of one whom he considered as the scourge of nations. Rapp and Berthier were both near the person of the emperor when the culprit was arrested; a circumstance that enables me to furnish the following exact and authentic statement of this event.

We were at Schoenbrunn,' said Rapp, where the emperor had just reviewed the troops. I had already remarked a young man at the extremity of one of the columns, when, just as the troops were about to file off, I observed him advancing towards the emperor, who was then between Berthier and myself. The prince de Neufchatel, imagining that he was desirous of presenting a petition, made a slight movement forwards, for the purpose of intimating to him that his request should be preferred through me, I being that day the aide-de-camp on service. The young man declared that he wished to speak to Napoleon himself; and Berthier repeated that his petition must be presented through The stranger retreated to a short distance still evincing a strong desire to speak to Napoleon. Again he advanced, and approached rather close to the emperor: I, however, compelled him to retire. Accosting him in the German language, I desired him to wait till after the parade, adding, that should he have any claim to urge, he would then be heard. I continued to observe him attentively, his pertinacity having inspired me with suspicions by no means to his advantage. I remarked that he kept his right hand placed inside his great-coat near the leftbreast pocket, from which the corner of a paper was rather studiously displayed, as if to divert attention from his real object. Perceiving an officer of gendarmes, I beckoned to him to advance, and recommended him to seize the person of the young man, but without violence or noise and to detain him privately at the chateau till the parade should be over. The crowd assembled were so occupied with the movements of the troops, that the scene which I have just described passed wholly unnoticed. Immediately after the review, I was informed, that an enormous kitchen knife had been found upon the stranger, whose name, as it afterwards appeared, was Staps. Sending instantly for Duroc, I accompanied him to the room where Staps had been confined. We found him seated on a bed: his air was that of sadness, but by no means of terror. In his possession were found the portrait of a female, a pocket-book, and a purse containing two pieces of gold. I questioned him as to his name, with which he refused to acquaint me, saying that he would tell it only to Napoleon. I then asked him to what purpose he had destined the knife found upon his person? Still the same answer-' I can tell it only to Napoleon.' 'Is it possible,' replied I, that you can have meditated an attempt upon his life?" 'Yes.'' And why?" I can tell it only to Napoleon. The singularity of this adventure induced me to inform the emperor of all that had passed. My statement finished, he appeared rather thoughtful; for ideas of assassination were continually floating in his brain. He ordered me to conduct the young man into his cabinet. Conformably to the instructions which I transmitted them, two gendarmes escorted the stranger into the presence of Napoleon. Notwithstanding the atrocity of his intended crime, Staps had something interesting in his countenance-an expression of benignity which it was difficult to resist. The emperor asked him if he could speak French? Not very well,' replied

I am

Staps: upon which I was desired to interrogate him in German. I shall now proceed to an accurate detail of the examination which he underwent by order of the emperor, whose anxiety on this occasion was such, that he himself dictated the questions, my office being simply that of interpreter. Accordingly, the following dialogue may be considered to have passed between Napoleon himself and Staps. Whence come you?' 'From Nuremburg.'• What is your father?' 'A Protestant clergyman.'' Your age?" Eighteen.'-' What use did you intend to make of your knife? I intended to kill you with it.''Young man, you are mad: you are one of the Illuminés.' not mad: I do not even know what an Illuminé means.' - You must be ill.' 'I am not ill: I never in my life was better.' - Why did you desire to kill me?" 'You are the source of my country's misery.'Have I injured you?" • Me, in common with my countrymen.''Who can have urged you to this crime? who are your accomplices?" 'I have none: the intimate conviction that your death would be a blessing to Europe and my country has alone armed my hand against you.'-' And yet you now see me for the first time?" ' I saw you at Erfurth, on the occasion of your interview with the emperor of Russia.' • Did you at that time intend to assassinate me?' No: I then imagined you would not make war upon Germany: I was then one of your most ardent admirers.'' How long have you been at Vienna?" ' Ten days.' - Why then have you so long delayed your attempt?' 'I came to Schoenbrunn eight days ago, with the intention of killing you; but on my arrival the parade was over; I therefore postponed the execution of my project till to-day.'-' You are mad I tell you; or else you are ill. At this stage of the interrogatory the emperor gave orders that Corvisart should be summoned to his presence. Having asked who he was, and being told he was a physician, - ' I have not the least occasion for him,' said Staps. Immediately on the entrance of Corvisart, Napoleon ordered him to feel the young man's pulse, which he instantly did; Staps all the time displaying the most inconceivable phlegm, and at length observing to the doctor, with sang froid, 'They tell me I am ill; but you see they are mistaken-are they not?" 'He is quite well, sire,' replied Corvisart, addressing himself to the emperor, • I told you so,' said Staps, in a tone of evident triumph and satisfaction. I was thunderstruck with the German'simpurtable phlegm; and the emperor himself seemed wholly confounded at his audacity. After a few moments, Napoleon again accosted Staps. Your imagination is heated: you will be the ruin of your family. I grant you your life on one condition: instantly ask my pardon for your atrocious intention, which you now must certainly regret.' 'I want no pardon: my most poignant regret arises from the failure of my design.'-' It seems then that crime is nothing in your eyes.' To kill you is not a crime : it is a duty. What portrait is that found in your possession?" It is that of a young girl to whom I am devotedly attached.'-' Your attempt will doubtless plunge her into the deepest affliction.' • She will be afflicted at its ill-success: her abhorrence for you equals mine.'• Would not a pardon inspire you with gratitude ?" Though you should pardon me, I will again attempt your life.' Napoleon was stupefied with amazement. The answers and the unalterable resolution of Staps appeared absolutely to overwhelm him. He ordered the prisoner to be led away; and when he was gone, These are your

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Illuminés' said the emperor :- fine principles, fine lights, that transform the youth of Germany into hardened asssassins!' After a fruitless endeavour at a subsequent examination, to elicit some confession from Staps, the order was given for his execution, which accordingly took place on the 27th October, at seven o'clock in the morning. The attempt for which he suffered had been made on the 23rd, and from that period up to the morning of his execution he refused to taste a morsel of food. 'I have still strength enough,' said he, 'to march to the scaffold.' On his arrival at the fatal spot, and the preparations of death being terminated, his last cry was for liberty and Germany: his dying prayer, or rather execration, invoked destruction upon her tyrant."

MUSICAL HOAX.

A fellow, calling himself Mr. A. Jacobowitch, of Stouchin, Russian Poland, is at present nicely humbugging poor easy John Bull, by going about the country giving con

certs at 5s. 6d. each, with no more talent than would be found in most itenerant bands, and certainly not so much as in many. On the 15th of October the "fashionables" of Brighton were hoaxed by this arch imposter; and such is the march of impudence and credulity that the Polish cheat actually so far imposed upon the Rev. Mr. Fennell, who lives in a handsome residence called the TEMPLE at Brighton, as to obtain the use of the reverend gentleman's house to practice his fraud in; and which consequently gave a character to the Concert! which it otherwise would not have possessed. The following account of the concert is from The Age newspaper.

"Musical Hoax at Brighton.-Last night (Thursday) the concert of the Pole, Jacobowitch, took place at the "Temple," and was most respectably attended; the room was

crowded to excess, but of all the specimens of humbug ever brought forward to exercise the patience of the public, this was by far the most splendid. From the puffs in the papers about this man, the audience expected to hear something extraordinary. A man with a compass of voice of six octaves, equal to that of a pianoforte, is certainly not to be heard every day-no more is a concert of squeaking pigs and bull calves, which would be quite equal to any performance of this impostor. The man has no voice at all; he makes a noise, 'tis true, and so does a jackass; but this son of Jacob has neither tone, nor volume, nor compass, to entitle him for a moment to claim the rank of singer. When he pretends to sing in his falsetto, for instance, he makes a wretched squalling noise, that no singer would ever think it possible any audience would suffer to be repeated. His lower tones he blows out; it is not singing, but a sort of grunting. When he uses his tenor, he sings out of time and tune, and makes the most intolerable cadences and villainous shakes that ever proceeded from the throat of mortal man. Jacobowitch treated his company to a bass air from Mozart's Zauberflote Opera. Nothing worse can be conceived. There was a general feeling of disapprobation-the ladies tittered, the gentlemen laughed outright. How professional gentlemen can reconcile to themselves giving testimonials of this man's abilities, we know not; it was sufficiently clear to all present that he has no pretensions to them whatever. Every body to-day is talking about the hoax-all are unanimously of opinion it was a complete one."

Yet so much do our fashionables wish to be thought musical, who have "no music in their souls;" that this fellow actually took with him from Brighton testimonials from the Rev. Mr. Fennell, Dr. Peithman, and Mr. and Mrs. Ward, to add to the budget with which he has imposed on so many already. We feel great pleasure in adding to the popularity of Mr. Jacobowitch by giving a place to the following amusing jeu d'esprit from the Brighton Guardian.

AN EPISTLE FROM DOLLY TO
GRANNY..

No doubt, my dear Granny, you've often heard tell,

Of that Prince of all Humbugs, the wand'ring BLONDEL;*

* Another musical humbug who has been lately prowling about the country, and mixing

Who pick'd up his crumbs pretty handsomely here,

By croaking and strumming upon the Chain Pier;

Who struck both our libraries mute with surprise,

That thought him a Baron or Prince in disguise; This amateur beggar, who found of John Bull, That if empty his head, yet his pockets were full;

Whilst John in amaze, with his mouth all ajar, Looked as though he had ne'er before seen a guitar.

Methinks I behold him pursuing his trade,
In tartan and feather and gaiters array'd;
With his sugar-loaf hat, and beneath his hook

nose,

Mustachios that took off and on like his clothes; No handkerchief e'er his swart neck did enfold, Which made the old ladies cry,-" Wont he take cold?"

shock it;

Then his eyes how he rolled as he chaunted away, Till the shillings poured in, when his bow seemed to say,"My honour, good folks, I assure you, you And I condescend much in thus picking your pocket." But now let him yield to one mightier far,Let him croak his last words, -let him break his guitar;

And let him confess, that in humbug though rich, He is but a fool to great JACOBOWITCH.

And now, my dear Granny, you're anxious to know, who this Jacob bewitched, as they call him, is;-so I'll describe him, and first I shall feel it my duty To say that JACOBOWITCH is'nt a beauty. He is, as our Dick says, a rum looking fellow,His hair is so black, and his face is so yellow; He shuffles along with his curls all in style, And looks like Medusa when sick of the bile. But Richard brought in such a wonderful tale, As to set us all longing could hardly well fail. Mrs. WARD had declar'd how immense was the space

From his "A in the treble to A in the bass; "t