“Behold,” said he to Lodoiska, the moment that he saw me enter, “behold that man whom I esteem, and whom you love! He has sacrificed us both to his blind friendship.” I was desirous to reply, but he went on--“You have been connected from your childhood with M. de P----. A powerful faction is about to place him on the throne; you know you are acquainted with his designs; this very morning, at the diet, you voted for him;--you have deceived me:--but do you think that you shall deceive me with impunity?” I besought him to hear me, and he constrained himself so far as to preserve a stern silence: I then informed him that M. de P----, whom I had for a long time neglected, had agreeably surprised me by his unexpected return. Lodoiska appeared charmed to hear me commence my justification.--“You shall not deceive me in the same manner as if I were a credulous woman, says Pulaski.--But it signifies not---proceed.” I then recounted to him the particulars of the short conversation that I had with M. de P------ before I repaired to the assembly of the states. “And these are your projects!” exclaims he. “M. de P------ sees no other remedy for the misfortunes of his fellow-citizens than their slavery! He proposes this, one of the name of Lovzinski, approves of it; and they despise me so much as to tempt me to enter into this infamous plot! Shall I behold the Russians commanding in our provinces in the name of a Pole?” “The Russians, say I with fury; the Russians reign in my country!” On this Pulaski, advancing towards me with the greatest impetuosity, cries out: “Perfidious youth! you have deceived me, and you would betray the state! Leave my house this very moment, or know that I shall order you to be dragged out of it!” I frankly acknowledge that an affront so cruel, and so little merited, disarmed me of my prudence: in the first transports of my fury, I placed my hand upon my sword; and quicker than lightning Pulaski brandished his in the air. His daughter, his distracted daughter, rushed forward, and precipitated herself upon me, crying out: “Lovzinski, what are you about to do?” On hearing the accents of a voice so dear to me, I recalled my wandering reason; but I perceived that a single instant was about for ever to bereave me of my Lodoiska! She had left me to throw herself into the arms of her father. He, cruel man, beheld my grief, and strove to augment it: “Go, traitor!” says he, “be gone---you behold Lodoiska for the last time!” (_To be continued._) * * * * * * * * * _For the +New-York Weekly Magazine+._ * * * REMARKS ON MUSIC. (Continued from page 103.)