The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1844-02-13 00:00:00

tirc now that you are unnoticed ; in the anti-chamber
vtu had friends. Quick : a minute more, and you
are lost."

Fabien drooped his head sadly, as if to ask of what
use it would be.
" Fly, fly, Fabien," quickly whispered Elizabeth, who
had heard the pressing invitation of Paul de Gondi.
The Coadjutor at once guessed the cause of his hesi-
tation, and added—
" The Queen will pardon the Countess—l will pledge
my word to that. Away, if you would he safe."
Fabien pressed the hand of Elizabeth to his lips, made
a sign of gratitude to the Coadjutor, and glided in silence
from the antechamber, now in complete darkness either
by chance or design. Hardly had he placed his foot in
the apartment when he felt a hand take his—
" Are you NE. Fahien de Croissi ?"
" I am," replied Fabien.
" Follow me."
And he was immediately led through the secret panel,
which suddenly closed upon him.
And his escape was but just in time. The conversa-
tion which the Queen held with Albert, the moment after
Fabien left the room, concluded. De Croissi turned
about, and not perceiving his brother, an expression of
surprise lit up his cadaverous countenance.
" What has become of him ?" cried he ; " where is
my unhappy brother ?"
" Sir," said the Queen angrily, "would you arrest him
in my presence? The young man is no doubt in the ad-
joining apartment. Go, and remember that I wish to
put my secret out of the power of being betrayed by his
indiscretions. I expect, at thilkaame time, that you will
not treat him harshly."
The Baron bowed low, and quitted the room with an
air of disquietude. The Queen heaved a deep sigh, as if
the moment had arrived when a painful sacrifice was
about to be accomplished. Looking round her, her eyes
rested on Elizabeth de Montglat.
" What is it not all completed?" said she, with impa-
tience. " Elizabeth de Montglat, come hither."
Elizabeth approached her.
" From this moment you are no longer in my service,"
said the Queen, coldly ; "your name will be erased from
the list of maids of honour, and you will announce this
to Mlle. de Motteville. To-morrow you shall be khut
up for the rest of your life in the Carmelites.
Elizabeth made no sign of emotion in listening to this
dreadful sentence. She asked for no pardon, no remis-
sion of punishment. It appeared as if one absorbing sub-
ject took up her attention. This apparent indifference
brought frowns upon the face of the Queen, who antici-
pated some proof of repentance—some excuse for grant-
ing forgiveness.
" Leave the chamber," she said, " her passion again
rising. I want you not again to-night ; neither your
services, nor your company."
In spite of this rigorous and harsh injunction, the
maiden remained motionless in the same place, her head
bent forward, and listening attentively, as if she had not
heard the order which had been so discourteously given.
Anne of Austria was about to speak, when Albert de
Croissi entered the oratory, pale and agitated, exclaiming
" Madame, there is some one here who betrays you.
The young man has disappeared, since M. Gabouri as-
sures me that he 11,:s not departed with the noblemen who
have just quitted the palace."
" Can this be possible ?" exclaimed the Queen.
A person clad in black, who was no other than Ga.
bouri, the mysterious introducer of the conspirators, pre-
sented himself at the door, and confirmed the assertion
of De Croissi.

" No end to wonders," said the Queen, with a thought-
ful air. " Unless he is a magician, he cannot have va-
nished altogether, without being seen."
" He is then saved," cried Elizabeth, whose distrac-
tion of thought this singular event explained.
" Oh ! madame, my noble sovereign, the rest is just,
and I will suffer now, without complaint, whatever pu-
nishment you may inflict upon me !"
At the same time Elizabeth made a profound reve-
rence and retired, without the Queen showing the
least sign of attention. _

After her departure the most profound silence reigned
throughout the oratory.
" Gabouri," said the Queen, at length, to her cheva-
Her d'honneur, " the more I reflect upon this matter, the
more impossible does it seem that this young man can
have left the palace. We cannot sound an alarm at this
moment without causing some commotion, which will ex-
cite suspic.ons I would rather were not generated ;
but take care that all the doors are closed, and allow no
one to leave the palace till to-morrow. Do you hear ?"
Gabouri bowed in silence.

" You, Mons. de Creissi," she continued, " must this
night remain with Gabouri, and to-morrow you shall take
back your prisoner as soon as he is found. Leave us."
At the moment that De Croissi was retiring with the
chevalier, the Queen remarked a slight smile upon the
mocking lips of the Coadjutor.
" You smile," said she ; " what am I to learn by that
significant look ?"
, _

-"
I smile, Madame," said Gondi, " with the thought
how unlucky poor De Croissi is; for, if I do not deceive
myself, this is the second bird that has slipped through
his fingers to-day.
The Baron cast a look of suspicion and irritation upon
the reverend jester.
" Nevertheless, Monsieur le Coadjutor," said he, " if
I were permitted to search for the author of the treasons
of which I have just cause of complaint, I should not
perhaps be long in finding him."
" What would this model of brothers—this tender re-
lation—this kind friend of poor Fabien de Croissi, insi-
nuate P" said Paul de Gor.di, in a quiet sneering tone.
" I would insinuate nothing, but say that a perfidious
priest is the sole cause—"
" Silence—silence, Sir," said the Queen, in an autho-
ritative voice ; " do you dare to raise your voice in anger
in my presence, and thus rudely assail with speech a per-
sonage so high in dignity and merit as M. le Coadjutor.
Your insolence goes rather too far this evening, Mons.
de Croissi. Do you think, because I have condescended to
admit you upon one occasion into my confidence, that
you have any right to speak thus loud in my presence.
Go, sir, go, and understand well that when men like your-
self become no longer necessary, we discard them with
disgust."

De Croisi retired seemingly annihilated as if by a
thunderbolt.

When the Queen found herself alone with De Gondi,
she seated herself in the nearest chair, and said with pro-
found dejection—
" They drive me mad," Monsieur de Gondi ; " I re-
quire more than ever your good counsels and services.
They all betray me !"

(To be continued.)

NOTICES.

THE MAGAZINES.

Dublin University. Curry and Son, Dublin ; W. S. Orr

and CO. London.

The number for this month is more than usually diver-
sified in the character of its contents, which, with the ex-
ception of one poem, entitled " Gossip among the Infer-
nals," are of a high order of merit. " The mishaps of
Mr. Latitat Nahhim" promises us some amusement, and
although the evident imitation of Dickens' style provokes
a comparison to which few writers ought voluntarily to
submit themselves, they are narrated very racily. " Arrah
Neil," by Mr. James, increases in interest. We have in
this number arrived at the 23d chapter. The most valua-
ble article in the number is one upon the subject of the
proposal to fo m, or rather to re-form, an ecclesiastical
legislature. The writer's opinion is decidedly hostile to
a convocation of the clergy at present; and his views are
ably supported by reasoning and historical facts. The
Life of the Author of " The Collegians," " Gisippus,"
&c., is ably sketched from the biography just published
by his brother.

Tait's Magazine.

'Virm. Tait, Edinburgh ; Simpkin,

Marshall, and CO., London:

Our northern friend has furnished us with a very inte-
resting number. The review of Tytler's History of Scot-
land, of which we have this month the first part, pro-
mises, in itself, to be as good an abridgement of the work
as if it had been intended for separate publication. We
have frequently remarked upon the care with which the
reviews in this magazine are done • but we really question
whether it is quite fair to an author to gut a book so
completely, and give its whole spirit and story, as in this
number the editor of Tait has done with the new novel
of " The Belle of the Season." Few people, after read-
ing this review, would feel any great interest to read the
book itself.

Fraser's Magazine. London : G. W. Nickisson.

The present number is a very excellent one—its light
literature, politics, and criticism being of a high order of
merit. To some of the articles we shall probably return
next week, when our space and time are a little less occu-
pied. We must, however, direct the attention of our
readers to the " Reminiscences of Men and Things," in
which the career and opinions of a man scarcely under-
stood in the present day in this country—Prince Metter-
nich—are sketched by " One who has a good Memory,"
in his peculiarly graphic style.