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necklaces　on；　each　of　which　would　have　dowered　a　Princessher

fingers　glistened　with　rings　to　their　rosy　tips；　and　priceless

bracelets；　bangles；　and　armlets　wound　round　an　arm　that　was　whiter

than　the　ivory　grand　piano　on　which　it　leaned。



As　Miriam　de　Mendoza　greeted　the　stranger；　turning　upon　him　the

solemn　welcome　of　her　eyes；　Codlingsby　swooned　almost　in　the

brightness　of　her　beauty。　　It　was　well　she　spoke；　the　sweet　kind

voice　restored　him　to　consciousness。　　Muttering　a　few　words　of

incoherent　recognition；　he　sank　upon　a　sandalwood　settee；　as

Goliath；　the　little　slave；　brought　aromatic　coffee　in　cups　of　opal；

and　alabaster　spittoons；　and　pipes　of　the　fragrant　Gibelly。



〃My　lord's　pipe　is　out；〃　said　Miriam　with　a　smile；　remarking　the

bewilderment　of　her　guestwho　in　truth　forgot　to　smokeand　taking

up　a　thousand　pound　note　from　a　bundle　on　the　piano；　she　lighted　it

at　the　taper　and　proceeded　to　re…illumine　the　extinguished　chibouk

of　Lord　Codlingsby。





IV。





When　Miriam；　returning　to　the　mother…of…pearl　music…stool；　at　a

signal　from　her　brother；　touched　the　silver　and　enamelled　keys　of

the　ivory　piano；　and　began　to　sing；　Lord　Codlingsby　felt　as　if　he

were　listening　at　the　gates　of　Paradise；　or　were　hearing　Jenny

Lind。



〃Lind　is　the　name　of　the　Hebrew　race；　so　is　Mendelssohn；　the　son　of

Almonds；　so　is　Rosenthal；　the　Valley　of　the　Roses：　so　is　Lowe　or

Lewis　or　Lyons　or　Lion。　　The　beautiful　and　the　brave　alike　give

cognizances　to　the　ancient　people：　you　Saxons　call　yourselves

Brown；　or　Smith；　or　Rodgers；〃　Rafael　observed　to　his　friend；　and；

drawing　the　instrument　from　his　pocket；　he　accompanied　his　sister；

in　the　most　ravishing　manner；　on　a　little　gold　and　jewelled　harp；

of　the　kind　peculiar　to　his　nation。



All　the　airs　which　the　Hebrew　maid　selected　were　written　by

composers　of　her　race；　it　was　either　a　hymn　by　Rossini；　a　polacca

by　Braham；　a　delicious　romance　by　Sloman；　or　a　melody　by　Weber；

that；　thrilling　on　the　strings　of　the　instrument；　wakened　a　harmony

on　the　fibres　of　the　heart；　but　she　sang　no　other　than　the　songs　of

her　nation。



〃Beautiful　one！　sing　ever；　sing　always；〃　Codlingsby　thought。　　〃I

could　sit　at　thy　feet　as　under　a　green　palm…tree；　and　fancy　that

Paradise…birds　were　singing　in　the　boughs。〃



Rafael　read　his　thoughts。　　〃We　have　Saxon　blood　too　in　our　veins；〃

he　said。　　〃You　smile！　but　it　is　even　so。　　An　ancestress　of　ours

made　a　mesalliance　in　the　reign　of　your　King　John。　　Her　name　was

Rebecca；　daughter　of　Isaac　of　York；　and　she　married　in　Spain；

whither　she　had　fled　to　the　Court　of　King　Boabdil；　Sir　Wilfred　of

Ivanhoe；　then　a　widower　by　the　demise　of　his　first　lady；　Rowena。

The　match　was　deemed　a　cruel　insult　amongst　our　people　but　Wilfred

conformed；　and　was　a　Rabbi　of　some　note　at　the　synagogue　of

Cordova。　　We　are　descended　from　him　lineally。　　It　is　the　only　blot

upon　the　escutcheon　of　the　Mendozas。〃



As　they　sat　talking　together；　the　music　finished；　and　Miriam　having

retired　（though　her　song　and　her　beauty　were　still　present　to　the

soul　of　the　stranger）　at　a　signal　from　Mendoza；　various　messengers

from　the　outer　apartments　came　in　to　transact　business　with　him。



First　it　was　Mr。　Aminadab；　who　kissed　his　foot；　and　brought　papers

to　sign。　　〃How　is　the　house　in　Grosvenor　Square；　Aminadab；　and　is

your　son　tired　of　his　yacht　yet？〃　Mendoza　asked。　　〃That　is　my

twenty…fourth　cashier；〃　said　Rafael　to　Codlingsby；　when　the

obsequious　clerk　went　away。　　〃He　is　fond　of　display；　and　all　my

people　may　have　what　money　they　like。〃



Entered　presently　the　Lord　Bareacres；　on　the　affair　of　his

mortgage。　　The　Lord　Bareacres；　strutting　into　the　apartment　with　a

haughty　air；　shrank　back；　nevertheless；　with　surprise　on　beholding

the　magnificence　around　him。　　〃Little　Mordecai；〃　said　Rafael　to　a

little　orange…boy；　who　came　in　at　the　heels　of　the　noble；　〃take

this　gentleman　out　and　let　him　have　ten　thousand　pounds。　　I　can't

do　more　for　you；　my　lord；　than　thisI'm　busy。　　Good…by！〃　　And

Rafael　waved　his　hand　to　the　peer；　and　fell　to　smoking　his

narghilly。



A　man　with　a　square　face；　cat…like　eyes；　and　a　yellow　moustache；

came　next。　　He　had　an　hour…glass　of　a　waist；　and　walked　uneasily

upon　his　high…heeled　boots。　　〃Tell　your　master　that　he　shall　have

two　millions　more；　but　not　another　shilling；〃　Rafael　said。　　That

story　about　the　five…and…twenty　millions　of　ready　money　at

Cronstadt　is　all　bosh。　　They　won't　believe　it　in　Europe。　　You

understand　me；　Count　Grogomoffski？〃



〃But　his　Imperial　Majesty　said　four　millions；　and　I　shall　get　the

knout　unless〃



〃Go　and　speak　to　Mr。　Shadrach；　in　room　Z　94；　the　fourth　court；〃

said　Mendoza　good…naturedly。　　〃Leave　me　at　peace；　Count：　don't　you

see　it　is　Friday；　and　almost　sunset？〃　　The　Calmuck　envoy　retired

cringing；　and　left　an　odor　of　musk　and　candle…grease　behind　him。



An　orange…man；　an　emissary　from　Lola　Montes；　a　dealer　in　piping

bullfinches；　and　a　Cardinal　in　disguise；　with　a　proposal　for　a　new

loan　for　the　Pope；　were　heard　by　turns；　and　each；　after　a　rapid

colloquy　in　his　own　language；　was　dismissed　by　Rafael。



〃The　queen　must　come　back　from　Aranjuez；　or　that　king　must　be

disposed　of；〃　Rafael　exclaimed；　as　a　yellow…faced　amabassador　from

Spain；　General　the　Duke　of　Olla　Podrida；　left　him。　　〃Which　shall　it

be；　my　Codlingsby？〃　　Codlingsby　was　about　laughingly　to　answerfor

indeed　he　was　amazed　to　find　all　the　affairs　of　the　world

represented　here；　and　Holywell　Street　the　centre　of　Europewhen

three　knocks　of　a　peculiar　nature　were　heard；　and　Mendoza　starting

up；　said；　〃Ha！　there　are　only　four　men　in　the　world　who　know　that

signal。〃　　At　once；　and　with　a　reverence　quite　distinct　from　his

former　nonchalant　manner；　he　advanced　towards　the　new…comer。



He　was　an　old　manan　old　man　evidently；　too；　of　the　Hebrew　race

the　light　of　his　eyes　was　unfathomableabout　his　mouth　there

played　an　inscrutable　smile。　　He　had　a　cotton　umbrella；　and　old

trousers；　and　old　boots；　and　an　old　wig；　curling　at　the　top　like　a

rotten　old　pear。



He　sat　down；　as　if　tired；　in　the　first　seat　at　hand；　as　Rafael　made

him　the　lowest　reverence。



〃I　am　tired；〃　says　he；　〃I　have　come　in　fifteen　hours。　　I　am　ill　at

Neuilly；〃　he　added　with　a　grin。　　〃Get　me　some　eau　sucree；　and　tell

me　the　news；　Prince　de　Mendoza。　　These　bread　rows；　this　unpopularity

of　Guizot；　this　odious　Spanish　conspiracy　against　my　darling

Montpensier　and　daughter；　this　ferocity　of　Palmerston　against

Coletti；　makes　me　quite　ill。　　Give　me　your　opinion；　my　dear　duke。

But　ha！　whom　have　we　here？〃



The　august　individual　who　had　spoken；　had　used　the　Hebrew　language

to　address　Mendoza；　and　the　Lord　Codlingsby　might　easily　have

pleaded　ignorance　of　that　tongue。　　But　he　had　been　at　Cambridge；

where　all　the　youth　acquire　it　perfectly。



〃SIRE；〃　said　he；　〃I　will　not　disguise　from　you　that　I　know　the

ancient　tongue　in　which　you　speak。　　There　are　probably　secrets

between　Mendoza　and　your　Maj〃



〃Hush！〃　said　Rafael；　leading　him　from　the　room。　　〃Au　revoir；　dear

Codlingsby。　　His　Majesty　is　one　of　US；〃　he　whispered　at　the　door；

〃so　is　the　Pope　of　Rome；　so　is　。　。　。〃a　whisper　concealed　the

rest。



〃Gracious　powers！　is　it　so？〃　said　Codlingsby；　musing。　　He　entered

into　Holywell　Street。　　The　sun　was　sinking。



〃It　is　time；〃　said　he；　〃to　go　and　fetch　Armida　to　the　Olympic。〃







PHIL　FOGARTY。



A　TALE　OF　THE　FIGHTING　ONETY…ONETH。



BY　HARRY　ROLLICKER。





I。





The　gabion　was　ours。　　After　two　hours'　fighting　we　were　in

possession　of　the　first　embrasure；　and　made　ourselves　as　comfortable

as　circumstances　would　admit。　　Jack　Delamere；　Tom　Delancy；　Jerry

Blake；　the　Doctor；　and　myself；　sat　down　under　a　pontoon；　and　our

servants　laid　out　a　hasty　supper　on　a　tumbrel。　Though　Cambaceres　had

escaped　me　so　provokingly　after　I　cut　him　down；　his　spoils　were

mine；　a　cold　fowl　and　a　Bologna　sausage　were　found　in　the　Marshal's

holsters；　and　in　the　haversack　of　a　French　private　who　lay　a　corpse

on　the　glacis；　we　found　a　loaf　of　bread；　his　three　days'　ration。

Instead　of　salt；　we　had　gunpowder；　and　you　may　be　sure；　wherever

the　Doctor　was；　a　flask　of　good　brandy　was　behind　him　in　his

instrument…case。　　We　sat　down　and　made　a　soldier's　supper。　　The

Doctor　pulled　a　few　of　the　delicious　fruit　from　the　lemon…trees

growing　near　（and　round　which　the　Carabineers　and　the　24th　Leger　had

made　a　desperate　rally）；　and　punch　was　brewed　in　Jack　Delamere's

helmet。



〃'Faith；　it　never　had　so　much　wit　in　it　before；〃　said　the　Doctor；

as　he　ladled　out　the　drink。　　We　all　roared　with　laughing；　except

the　guardsman；　who　was　as　savage　as　a　Turk　at　a　christening。



〃Buvez…en；〃　said　old　Sawbones　to　our　French　prisoner；　〃ca　vous　fera

du　bien；　mon　vieux　coq！〃　and　the　Colonel；　whose　wound　had　been　just

dressed；　eagerly　grasped　at　the　proffered　cup；　and　drained　it　with

a　health　to　the　donors。



How　strange　are　the　chances　of　war！　　But　half　an　hour　before　he　and

I　were　engaged　in　mortal　combat；　and　our　prisoner　was　all　but　my

conqueror。　　Grappling　with　Cambaceres；　whom　I　knocked　from　his

horse；　and　was　about　to　despatch；　I　felt　a　lunge　behind；　which

luckily　was　parried　by　my　sabretache；　a　herculean　grasp　was　at　the

next　instant　at　my　throatI　was　on　the　groundmy　prisoner　had

escaped；　and　a　gigantic　warrior　in　the　uniform　of　a　colonel　of　the

regiment　of　Artois　glaring　over　me　with　pointed　sword。



〃Rends…toi；　coquin！〃　said　he。



〃Allez　an　Diable！〃　said　I：　〃a　Fogarty　never　surrenders。〃



I　thought　of　my　poor　mother　and　my　sisters；　at　the　old　house　in

KillalooI　felt　the　tip　of　his　blade　between　my　teethI　breathed

a　prayer；　and　shut　my　eyeswhen　the　tables　were　turnedthe　butt…

end　of　Lanty　Clancy's　musket　knocked　the　sword　up　and　broke　the　arm

that　held　it。



〃Thonamoundiaoul　nabochlish；〃　said　the　French　officer；　with　a　curse

in　the　purest　Irish。　　It　was　lucky　I　stopped　laughin