The pilot. [volume] (Baltimore [Md.]) 1840-1840, 1840-04-20


all things to see the good Henry as the peo-
ME then called him, in his own city of Paris,
there TO remain always amongst the subjects
who loved him, when a loud knocking was
heard at the outer gate.
Annette could not imagine who had come
hitber at this time. The president, she knew,
had cone into the country, and his return was
not eXDected until the following evening. Some
of The servants had gone with him to the 9th
ers she had given permission TO make holiday
during their masters absence, and nobody was
left at home but an old porter. He had been
reused by the knocking, and now came to the
ball to say there was gentleman a the door,
attended by several persons, asking for Pierre,
the Marshal de Bassompierre's man.
Its my master, beyond all doubt sand Pl-
ere, starting up; I'll lay wager ne has got
into some scrape, and can't get out of ii with
out nv assistance. | will return Immediately
he cried, and hurried out Of the room.
He soon afterwards came back with face
full of perplexity. 'What dogs lile,' he
cried, lis that of a servant to so great master
as niue No day of his life that he does not
run his head INTO some wild adventure, and
am always called upon TO help him out
whats the matter now Pierre ? said An
nette.
WHY. the matter is this he is intrusted
with two letters for two ladies', who are rivals
in the affection of a certain great man, whose
name shan't mention. He delivers her letter
to one of the ladies, and is silly enough to lei
slip in her presence that he has billet for the
other. She posters him TO LET her look at it.
He, like fool although he is my mastery
consents. She takes it in her hand breaks the
seal, as if by accident: and would have read
the letter but that the Marshal prevented her.
The letter is, however, unfit TO deliver In its
present form and he now wants seal to be
made exactly like that upon the letter, in order
that he NAV again seal it, and deliver it to the
owner
sAnd whose seal is it ? said Annette, taking
from his hand the silk which had been tied
about the letter, and TO which the fragments of
the broken seal were still fastened.
That is a question which must not answer,
pretty one,' said Pierre.
ooh, nonsense = she replied Il dare say it is
some silly affair, after all the fuss that your
wise master makes about it,
1T is SO silly that il might be tn, ruin of him.
said Pierre. But tell me, Annette, where does
hat dreaming old skeleton live that used 10 be
your lover? He is jewelIer; and cuts seals,
among the rest of his trades, does he not?'
What the Sieur Turpin? Oh, for shame,
Pierre, to talk in that manner of a scholar and
a man of science! He lives just yonder; and,
much as you despise hin, he will do any thing
for me-
Then, prithee, use thy influence in getting
him TO make seal like this said Pierre; sand
there is not a moments time to lose
will Monsieur Blase excuse me for five
minutes" said Annette, turning TO the Nous
quetaire, who had been attentively listening to
this conversation.
sOh certainly said the soldier.
Stay here, then, Pierre, said she, and will
come back to you Immediately.
Not So said Pierre; Il dare not trust this
seal out of my sight; the Marshal made me
promise that would not, and, by way of en-
couraging me 10 keep that promise, he assured
me he would cut my throat if l failed in it
and he is sometimes a man Of his word
We'll, ;hen, we will go together, if Monsieur
Blase will try to keep himself awake until our
return. We are going only to the corner of
the next street.
make haste back said Blaise; 'and in the
mean time will console myself with this flask
of Rhenish.',
Annette and Pierre Immediately set off for
the abode of the Sieur Turpin, the lamp in
whose garrett window was often seen glimmer-
ing after all the other inhabitants of this quar-
ter had been long asleep, aud now gave token
of his being at home.
L
who had been bred to the trade of a jeweller, &
who might have got rich if he had chosen to
follow that trade. Though some of the many
chinks in his crazy brain, however, ray of
science had penetrated; but, as he had neither
leisure nor the advantages of education neces-
sary to enable him to pursue the studies 10
which he had an inclination, he spent his life
in running after chimeras. He regously be-
lieved in all the fables Of the astrologers, was
ready to suffer mariyrdoin for the truth Of the
Rosicrucian doctrines, and believed Albertus
Magnus to have known more of true phoso.
ply than Archimedes and Aristotle put togeth
err. His experiments, most of which failed
kept him as poor as a church rat; his watch
ings and meditations exhausted his body; but
still he believed himself on the very point OF
discovering the great secrets of the alchymlsts;
and, to man who will be able TO transmute
the baser metals into gold, what signifies pre-
sent poverty? to one who is TO possess the Sc
cret Of making himself immortal, what matters
it how thin he may be? Eternity is long enough
for man to grow fat in. So thought the Seur
Turpin; and this thought kept him cheerful
in the midst of all his privatons.
The steps of the lovers, as they mounted thu
stairs which led to the philosophers garnet,