The International Magazine, Volume 4, No. 5, December 1851Various
History
The International Magazine, Volume 4, No. 5, December 1851
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
and administering a few parting salutations of the cowhide as he
released him, the captain walked off, chuckling to himself at the joke,
which I saw him relating afterwards to some of his brother officers,
to their infinite mirth, if one might judge from the peals of laughter
which his story elicited. In the mean time, Morris was fain to get
rid of his Nigger character as quickly as possible: and having, with
the aid of warm water and soap, effected this, he made his appearance
on deck, and reported himself as having been asleep in the hold when
the roll was called. This the sergeant reported to the captain, who,
satisfied, it is probable, with the punishment he had administered with
the cowhide, affected to believe his statement, and sent him word by
the sergeant to take better care in future.
* * * * *
When Lord Holland was on his death-bed, his friend, George Selwyn,
calling to inquire how his lordship was, left his card. This was taken
to Lord Holland, who said, "If Mr. Selwyn calls again, show him into my
room. If I am alive I shall be glad to see him: if I am dead, I am sure
he will be delighted to see me."
From the New Monthly Magazine.
THE VEILED PICTURE. A TRAVELLER'S STORY.
I.
The dawn of a fine October morning, in 1817, was just breaking when
the Paris diligence of Messrs. Lafitte and Co. took the opportunity of
breaking also. That of the former, however, was as glorious as that
of the latter was disastrous. I had been rambling during the summer
months through that most interesting country; the volcanic district of
Auvergne had laved both my inward and my outward man in most of the
celebrated waters which abound in that neighborhood, and was on my
return to Paris, where I expected to find the friends with whom I had
travelled from England, and hoped to travel back again. It was then
with a light heart that I had, on the preceding evening, jumped into
the _coupée_ of the luckless vehicle at the little town of Gannât,
congratulating myself, firstly, on my good luck in finding a vacant
place at all, and secondly, on that place being in the _coupée_, and
lastly, and most especially, on there being only one other passenger
therein, whereby, as all travellers by diligence are aware, I was
spared the uncomfortable task of performing bodkin all the way to
Paris, and could take mine ease in mine own corner. When all prudential
arrangements for the night, such as air cushion disposed at back, and
cloak drawn over knees, were duly made, I began to take a survey of my
fellow-traveller, who had greeted me on my entrance with much civility,
but the light did not enable me to do more than perceive that he was a
venerable-looking old gentleman, whose white locks escaped from under
his travelling cap, and descended on his shoulders in great profusion.
His manners, however, were so courteous and dignified, that I, at once,
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