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mained long on deck, to watch the fading Vesuvius and 4 BORES. A GALLOP OVER THE ARCADIAN MOUNTAINS.
L. the .luminous sparklings and flashings from our paddle- (From the Dublin University Magazine.)
wheels. A poor little wearied martin took shelter among (From the Natural History of "Bores," by Angus B. " Xanthi," said Spiro, speaking for the first time in a Th(
S . the rigging, and attracted much attention by fluttering Reach.) low, smothered voice. Wigh
round the steamer all the next day, until near the island, FEMININE BORES-THE BLUE. "I am here, quite alive," said the poor little bride, stayin
D SERIALS. .. when it. flew
.away like Apollyon, in the Pilgrim's Pro- Miss Lucretia Lutestring—well known in the literary who wai half bewildered with terror. on
)1. August, . gress, and we saw it no more. After a dreamy, but not un- circles—is a " wild, impulsive, gushing thing" (see her "Xanthi mou! we must escape ;if we stay here till -Brun(
pations, and were not comfortable night's rest, we were all promenading the " Ode on Maidenhood ") of forty and some odd years. morning we shall certainly perish." ston,
a delightful " Day in . deck by 8 a.m., a goodly, cheerful company. What much Her mission on earth is to " strike the lyre of poesy"—a " Oh, Spiro, thrice beloved ! they may kill me, but I TR]
clv little examined by surprised me was the brilliant transparency of the water; destiny which she fulfils by covering sheets of highly- will not see you die;" and the young wife threw her poor Prince
tin rotation an article immense fish of the tunny species, three or four fathoms scented paper with multitudinous stanzas, traced in light weak arms around him, as though she could have de- Alber
iers," the title of which . down, would pass our steamer, although- going at ten blue ink by the gossamer touches of a crow-quill. Miss fended bim. . their •
ice perusal, ~ Basing . knots an hour, with wendeFful velocity and apparent ease. Lucretia Lutestring is something of a fine woman run to " Better to try to escape than wait to be murdered to- jesty -I
;ers, 'is a continuation ______._____ seed. She gives her friends to understand that her in- morrow. Listen, Xanthi," continued the young man, coast.
)m the last of which we THE RICH MERCHANT. tellect devours her. She is the very focus of consuming unclasping her clinging arms from his neck, "do you have I
seem destined to fill in . passion, and a species of rendezvous and house-of-call hear that ?" across
ie page of English his- BY MRS. JANE WEAVER. for blighted hopes and quenched aspirations. Miss Xanthi listened, and heard on the opposite side of the Her 3
maginative paper, con- Lutestring also states that she is " the Sappho of this wr,ll a sound like that of a horse champing his bit,• and of Li,
ucation of the People". (From Hogg's Weekly Instructor.) northern clime," and has repeatedly affirmed in heroic, pawing the ground from time to time. Isle o:
mstrates the inutility of elegiac, Spenserian, and other stanzas, that her blood is " That is Effendi, who is there in his stable," said Spiro, gress
d evil. " Sam Slick" It was late at night, and the streets were nearly de- not blood, but " lava "—a physiological fact, which in- for by this title the villagers spoke of the Aga's favourite stoner
s usual. "Outlines of serted, the more especially as it was snowing fast. A duces us to breathe the sincere hope that the burning horse ; " and look, here is the garden-gate close at band, Gill, (
single traveller, however, might have been seen wrapped
and three other railway torrent may never escape in any species of cutaneous half open—nothing could be so easy as to slip in gently, as pile
in a thick overcoat, urging his way against the tempest, eruption. Miss Lucretia Lutestring, being by profession and bring him out here." gaper is headed " Sirceptio
by the light of the dim lamps. Suddenly, as he passed a
ions." a poetess, is much given to contemplating the flies on the "To bring him out here ?" echoed Xanthi, wonderingly. that I
ruinous tenement, the figure of a girl started up before ceiling, rolling her eyes so that her friends dread that " Yes," to bring him out, and mount him,- and dash Queer
seine. I him.
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" That is :kffendi, who is there in his
for by this title the villagers spoke of the .ga's favourite
horse ; " and look, here is the garden-gate close at handy
half open—nothing could be so easy as to slip in gently,
and bring him out here."
"To bring him out here ?" echoed Xanthi, wondering
" Yes," to bring him out, and mount him,- and dash
through the midst of these infidel murderers, and perhaps
f be saved after all, light of my eyes !"

Xanthi heard this bold prc;ject with a shriek of terror,
which her husband stifled by placing his hand on her lips.
" But they would all pursue us," she murmured, in a
more suppressed tone.
" Well, they would all pursue us ; but have you never
seen with what wings Effendi flies over the plain when
the Aga rides him ? We shall be mounted before lie or
his people find out, they are all sa occupied with the Bey's

The young peasant already made a movement to put his
project into execution, for it seemed to the bold-spirited
Mainote not altogether impracticable, to ride at such a
pace towards the mountains as should enable them to
reach their shelter in safety ; but Xanthi clung to his arm—
" Oh, stay, Spira mou ! Think what the Aga will say
when he finds we have stolen his horse !"

" Sevseka !" (little fool) said her husband, half laugh-
ing, " and where shall we be to care for his anger ?"
• True ! but then there is always the Panagia! oh, my
husband, what will she think of us if we steal?"

" Now, Xanthi," said Spiro, angrily ; " I put it to you.
When the Panagia has to judge between a vile, unbeliev-
ing '1 urk, and a good Christianos, which of the two is sh
likely to
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inthi bowed her head in silence, for this seemed very
conclusive;, besides, no Greek wife ever dreams of oppos-
ing her husband's authority, and Spiro, rising with deter-
mination, though stealthily, said firmly.,—
" Stay here, and be ready to mount behind me the mo-
ment I appear. Ido not say it is not a terrible risk, but
anything is better than to wait in this hole to be slaughtered."
He left her side as he spoke, and, shivering with dread,
she watched him by the light of the rising moon as he
crept along beneath the shade of the wall, and disappeared
within the garden of the Aga. He had rightly calculated
that the noise and confusion, caused by the presence of the
illustrious visitor, would enable him to accomplish his
bold theft unperceived, and in a few minutes he returned,
leading out the beautiful animal, ready bridled, as the
Turkish horses always are, day and night. Xanthi in-
stantly stole through the brushwood, and stood by his
side ; but when they prepared to mount, Effendi began
to show his mistrust of their proceedings, by various
caperings and boundings, quite sufficiently noisy to at-
tract the attention of the soldiers on the opposite side of
the tower ; Spiro instantly threw his arm round the neck
of the graceful Arabian, and began to whisper in his ear
—that strange and unaccountable method by which all
who are acquainted with the secret can tame at once the
most fiery horse in eastern countries ! It produced its
effect instantaneously. Effendi stood quiet as a lamb,
and Spiro vaulted lightly on his back ; he then held out
his hand to Xanthi, who showed her Mainote blood in
the flashing eye and glowing cheek, which proved how
completely her womanish fears had given way before the
excitement of the moment;, placing her little foot on that
of her husband, with one bound she sprung up behind
him, and sat firm as a rock, grasping him round the waist.
Effendi tossed his head at the unwonted burden, and
showed no disposition to move. Stooping down, Spiro
suddenly seized his ear between his teeth, and bit it with
considerable violence. At once stung with the pain, the
horse bounded into the air, then reared right up, and
remained stiff and almost erect, till the young man re-
leased his hold, when instantly, with glaring eye and
dilated nostril, giving one shake to his glossy mane, the
magnificent Arab fairly took the bit between his teeth,
and wildly darted from the spot, shooting over the plain
with an arrow-like swiftness, which altogether took away
the breath of the riders. They made no attempt to guide
him, having quite enough to do to keep their seats, and
he began by carrying them right through the midst of

the soldiers, like a-very flash of lightning, trampling
some under foot, and bounding over the heads of the
others. The amazement of the Turks may be conceived,
when this flying vision suddenly passed before their eyes
—scarce seen before it was far away, careering on with
incredible speed. Those whose horses were at band
mounted in the vain attempt at pursuit. In an instant
the air was filled with the flashing of the musketry, and
the balls were raining round the young lovers, as, cling-
ing to each other on the back of the winged steed, they

sped on and on through the darkness. The tremendous
pace at which they were going utterly bewildered them ;
all things seemed to whirl round with them ; they could
discern nothing clearly ; the stars appeared to rush madly
over their heads ; the rocks and the trees fled past them