perceived a great many bad coppers among them, and pointed out a counterfeit Denarins, with a hole in it, which he declared he remembered having given, as a pocketpiece, to pacify a little squalling brat, in the reign of Otho. On the professor's proceeding to explain the hole in it, as signifying the emperor's having been wounded, Salathiel swore he was in the wrong; for it was the child's mother who did it for luck.

Our guide next proceeded to descant on the virtues of a small silver vessel dug out of Herculaneum, which was supposed, from certain circumstances, to have been used in religious ceremonies; but it was proved to a certainty to have been given by the nymph Egeria to Numa Pompilius, and also to have belonged to Julius Cæsar, when he was Pontifex Maximus. "Pray, sia," said Salathiel, " will you have the goodness to let us see it? Indead, when I was in ancient Rome, and also at Herculaneum last, I never remember hearing of such a curiosity. Pray let me see it." The professor triumphantly produced it. "By Jupiter!" exclaimed the wandering Jew, " by Jupiter! the identical salt cellar that my thief of a slave, Geta, ran off with one fine morning. Well, I am glad the rascal was smothered for his pains at any rate."

This almost upset the poor professor's patience, To find all his visions, -to say nothing of a long dissertation he had written on the subject, all wasted upon a saltcellar, was too much for mortal man to bear, more particularly an antiquary. However, in hopes of silencing the abominable discoveries of my companion, he offered to shew us, as a special favor, an antique, the genuineness and importance of which were indubitable. To this we were conducted with all becoming reverence and ceremony. It

The professor, sure of his mark, then proceeded with the confidence of science to tell us that this picture was painted to celebrate the expedition of the Emperor Claudius into Britain. "The figure of the barbarian," said he, " you will observe, from its being tattooed, proves to be that of a Briton, led captive by a legionary soldier. Allow me to fill up the hiatus, which time has caused in the inscription, and I can satisfactorily demonstate the truth of what I affirm."

The learned gentleman then proceeded. "H, I, C, stands for Hic Imperator Claudius; VI--S BRITANN-S. is undoubted Victis Britannis, by the most natural method of filling up the lacunæ. The initials V. T. O. signify Votiva Tabula Ornat. VI. short for Virtutem; supply the following hiatus by an A. which gives A ET short for Eternam V. R. Vrbis Romanæ. Put this together, and it signifies, -Here the Emperor Claudius, having conquered the Britons, adorns with a votive picture the eternal valor of the Roman city. Now, gentlemen, what do you say to that?"

"Thus much," replied the wandering Jew. "I remember when the Emperor Claudius returned from Britain, one of his soldiers, who had taken a native savage, brought him over to Italy, painted as he was. Britons had been seen in Rome before; but, as they were curiosities at that time in the municipal towns and villages, the soldier had a covered cart made and showed his monster about the country, and, to attract customers, had this sign painted: I remember very well going to see this sight in a Calabrian village, and recollect this board very well. If you will allow me, I think I can explain the inscription in such a manner as will justify my assertion.

"Hic vivus Britannus vno tantum obolo videtur, which signifies, in plain English, Here is a live Briton to be seen for only one penny."

Thereupon we were turned out of the museum, and in the course of the day received an order to quit the Neapolitan territory in four-andtwenty hours. X. Y. Z.

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Atlantic Tales.

THE LITTLE DUTCH SENTINEL OF THE MANHADOES.

BY J. K. PAULDING.

(Concluded from page 251.)

"About this time, the governor was called by important political business to the eastern frontier, and the journey was expected to take up several days. During his absence, a party was formed to cross the river, and spend the day in rambling about the romantic solitudes of Weehawk, then a sort of frontier between the white man and the Indian. Catalina was pressed to accompany them, and at last consented, although against the will, not only of the governor himself, who would certainly have forbidden it, had he been present; but he was a hundred miles off, and, in the absence of the governor, there was nobody equal to the governor's daughter. morning was fine, and the party set out as happy as youthful spirits could make them. Here they rambled at will and at random, in groups, and alone, just as it suited them:

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gathering together to take their refreshments, and again separating, as chance or will directed them.

"Catalina had separated from the others, and wandered almost unconsciously, half a mile from the landing-place, by herself. Perhaps, when she set out, she expected some of the beaux to follow; but they stood in such awe of her, that not one had the temerity to offer his assistance. Each being occupied with his own pursuits and reflections, no one missed the young madam for some time, until their attention was roused by a shriek at a distance in the woods. After a momentary pause, the shrieks were repeated in quick succession, and almost immediately succeeded by the report of a gun. The little group of young people were struck with dismay, and the first impulse was to run to the boats, and escape into the stream. But, to do them justice, this was but a momentary selfishness; for the moment they missed Catalina, the young men prepared to pursue in the direction of the shrieks and the gun. At this crisis, a figure darted swiftly from the wood, bearing the young lady, insensible, in his arms; and, approaching the group, placed her with her head in the lap of one of the girls, while he ran to the river, and returned with some water in his hat.

"Catalina soon came to herself, and related that she had been seized by an Indian, and rescued by the young man, who, all the young damsels presently discovered, was very handsome. He wore the dress of a gentleman of that day, which, sooth to say, would not cut much of a figure just now. He was accoutred as a sportsman, and had in his bag sufficient evidence of his skill. It was decided on all hands, that the stranger, having saved the life of Catalina, or, at least, rescued her from captivity, was destined to be he future husband, and that her

time was now come. Such prophecies are very apt to be fulfilled. The stranger announced himself as the son of the ancient and honourable lord of Pavonia, and was blushingly invited by Catalina to come and receive the thanks of her father, when he should return from the eastern frontier. But he only shook his head, and replied, with a dubious smile, Are you sure I shall be welcome?'

"From this time Catalina became more languid and thoughtful than ever. When the governor returned, and heard the story of her straying into the woods, and of her deliverance, he swore he would reward the gallant young man, like a most liberal and puissant governor. But when, afterwards, on inquiring his name, he found it was the son of the lord of Pavonia, he retracted his promise, and swore that the son was no better than the father, who was an arrant splutterkin. They had quarrelled about the boundaries; his excellency claiming the whole of the river on the west side, up to the high-water mark, while the lord of Pavonia, whose territories lay exactly opposite the city of New Anisterdam, had the temerity to set nets and catch shad in the very middle of the stream. The feud was bitter, in proportion to the dignity of the parties, and the importance of the point at issue. The governor commanded his daughter never to mention the name of the splutterkin, on pain of his displeasure.

"Rumour, however, says that the young man found means to renew his acquaintance with Catalina, and that though she might never mention his name to her father, she thought of him all day, and dreamed about him all night. After awhile, the rumour died away, and the people began to think and talk about something else. Some of the young men, however, who happened to see the culprit that had dared to leap over

the wall, against the statute, thought he had a strong resemblance to the youth who had rescued Catalina from the Indian. The young lady, as I said before, continued ill all day, and for several days after the condemnation of the spectre youth, who persevered obstinately in resisting any disclosure of his name, or his motives for scaling the walls of New Amsterdam. In the mean time the period for his execution approached, only two days of life now remained to him, when Catalina, with an effort, determined to bring her fate to a crisis at once. She rose from her bed, pale and drooping like a lily, and tottering to her father's study, sunk at his feet.

" Father,' said she, will you forgive him and me?'

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""Forgive thee, my daughter! I have nothing to forgive, so that is settled. But who is the other?' "My husband.'

"Thy husband!' exclaimed the puissant governor, starting up, in dismay; and who is he?'

"The youth who is sentenced to die the day after to-morrow.'

" And who is he, in the devil's name-I had almost said?' exclaimed his excellency, in wrathful amazement.

"He is the son of the lord of Pavonia,' replied she, hiding her face with her hands.

"And thou art married to that splutterkin?'

"Yes, father."

"Then I shall take care to unmarry thee. The knot the parson tied, the hangman shall untie, the day after to-morrow, or I am no governor. But who dared to marry thee against my will?'

"Dominie Curtanius.'

"He did! then the Dominie shall hang by the side of the splutterkin. Go to thy chamber-to thy bed-to thy grave: thou art no daughter of mine.'

"Poor Catalina crawled to her

bed, and wept herself into a temporary forgetfulness. The next day she was so much worse, that the old nurse declared she would die before her husband. The governor kept up a good countenance, but his heart was sorely beset by pity and forgiveness, which both clung weeping around him. He went so far as to sound some of the council about pardoning the young man; but one of them, who was suspected of looking up to the fair Catalina, talked so eloquently about the safety of the city and the public good, that he was fain to hold his tongue, and shut himself up, for he could not bear to see his daughter.

"At length the day arrived, big with the fate of Catalina and her unhappy husband. She sent to her father, for permission to see him before he died; but the governor, after a sore struggle, denied her request. "Then, indeed, he is no longer my father," cried Catalina, and, sinking upon her bed, covered her head as if to shut out the world. Presently the bell tolled the hour of sacrifice, and its hollow vibrations penetrated the ears of the mourning wife. In spite of her weakness, and the endeavours of the old nurse, she started up, and, rushing towards the door of her chamber, exclaimed wildly, I will see him-1 will go and see him die.' But her strength failed her, and she sunk on the floor. In the meantime, a scene peculiarly interesting to the fortunes of Catalina was passing below. The proud, obdurate, rich old lord of Pavonia, had heard of the capture the condemnation of his only son. For awhile his pride and hatred of the governor of New Amsterdam almost choked the thought of entreaty or concession to his ancient enemy. But as the time approached, and he heard of the situation of his only son, and of his unfortunate wife, who had never offended him, his heart gradually relented. When

the morning arrived, and he looked across the smooth river, from the long porch fronting his stately mansion, towards the spot where his son was about suffering an ignominious death, he could restrain his feelings no longer.

"Calling for his boatman and his barge, and hastily putting on his cocked hat and sword, he embarked, crossed swifty over the river, and landing, proceeded directly to the big house. He demanded an audience of the governor.

"The old splutterkin is here too-but let him come in, that I may be satisfied the old dog is as miserable as myself,' said the governor, with tears in his eyes.

"The lord of Pavonia entered with a stately bow, which was returned in as stately a manner by the governor.

"I come,' said Pavonia, I come-' and his voice became choked, 'to ask the life of my son at your hands.'

"" Thy son has broken the laws, and the laws have condemned him to death justly.

"I know it,' said the other, ⚫ but what if I pay the price of his ransom?'

" I am no money higgler.' " But if I surrender the right of the river, to high-water mark?'

"What!' said his excellency, pricking up his ears, wilt thou? and the shad fishery, and the diabolical gill nets?'

"Yes-all-all,' said the other, ⚫ to save the life of my only son.' "" Wilt thou sign, seal, and deliver?'

"This instant, so I receive back my boy alive.'

"Stay, then, a moment.

"The governor hastily directed his bell ringer to call the council together, and laid the proposition before them. The concession was irresistable, and the council decided to pardon the son, on condition that the father executed the deed of relinquishment. He did so, and the young man was forthwith set at liberty."

"It is time for me to retire," said our good grandfather " so I must cut short my story. The meeting of the husband and his faithful wife took place without witnesses, and none was ever able to describe it. Catalina speedily recovered, and lived to see her children's children play about the room by dozens. The lord of Pavonia and the governor continued a sort of grumbling acquaintance, and dined together once a-year, when they always quarrelled about the fishery, and high-water mark. In process of time, their respective fortunes became united in the person of the winged monster, and formed a noble patrimony, some of which I inherited with your grandmother.

"Jan Sol underwent many a joke, good, bad, and indifferent, about the winged monster. But he continued, to his dying day, to as sert his solemn belief, that the young lord of Pavonia and the spectre were two different persons. Many a time and oft did he frighten his wife and children with the story, which he improved every time he told it, till he was at length gathered to his fathers, as his fathers had been gathered before him. He had enough people to keep him in countenance, for there were hundreds of discreet citizens, who treated all doubts concerning the appearance of the winged monster, with as little toleration, as do the good folks of the town of Salem, the wicked unbelievers in the existence of the great sea-serpent."

CHARLES V. AND THE COBBLER.

Charles V. Emperor of Germany, in his intervals of relaxation used to retire to Brussels: he was a prince curious to know the sentiments of his meanest subjects concerning himself and his administration; there

fore often went out incog, and mixed himself in such company and conversation as he thought proper.

One night, his boot requiring immediate mending, he was directed to a cobbler: unluckily it happened to be St. Crispin's holiday, and, instead of finding the cobbler inclined to work, he was in the height of his jollity among his acquaintance; the emperor told him what he wanted, and offered a handsome gratuity; "What, friend," said the fellow, "do you know no better than to ask any of our craft to work on St. Crispin's day? Were it Charles the Fifth himself, I'd not do a stitch for him now'; but if you'll come in and drink St. Crispin, do, and welcome: we are as merry as the emperor can be." The sovereign accepted his offer; but while he was contemplating on this rude pleasure, instead of joining in it, the jovial host thus accosted him: "What, I suppose you are some courtier-politician or other, by that contemplative phiz; nay, by that long nose you may be a bastard of the emperor's; but be who or what you will, you're heartily welcome: drink about! here's Charles the Fifth's health!"

"Then you love Charles the Fifth," replied the emperor. "Love him?" said the son of Crispin;" "Ay, ay, I love his long noseship well enough, but I should love him much more, would he but tax us a little less; but what have we to do with politics? round with the glass, and merry be our hearts!"

After a short stay the emperor took his leave, and thanked the cobbler for his hospitable reception. "That," cried he, "you're welcome to; but I would not to-day have dishonoured St. Crispin, to have worked for the emperor."

Charles, pleased with the honest good-nature and humour of the fellow, sent for him next morning to court. His surprise may be ima