activity and home peace; he was not to be called on to relinquish the "luxury and triumph of thinking," nor the familiar sweetnesses of his Teresa's love. How exquisite the trembling of the young leaves against the "daffodil sky!"-how very dear the pressure of the little hand upon his arm! His whole nature melted into unutterable enjoyment-and hers reflected his. threshold of the dear home. How if she stretched out again happy years of mental should die, and leave him in delicate health? That strange faintness-thank God, he knew nothing of it!-which had come over her more than once of late, always brought with it a cold fear of being taken away from him. For the first time for many years, there was an unshared thought in the heart of each. Arrived at Edinburgh, Mr. Senior installed his Teresa in the most comfortable hotel of its brightest street, and cheerfully said, as he left her: "Who would have thought of that raw, vilely dressed student, turning out a grave authority before whom I for one shall quake? I half believe I am fanciful and over-fearful in matters of health, and that I shall get laughed at for my pains. However, I must go, for he has promised to receive me this afternoon. I shall be with you again in an hour." And smiling at her, he went away, thinking in his brave, kind heart-"If I do bring back my sentence of death, it will be time enough to torture her with it then-my poor Teresa!" In an hour he did return, ran up the stairs like a boy, and clasped her to his heart. “I half suspected I was a fool, Liebchen, but I am rejoiced to know it for a certainty. I've had a private bugbear of my own of late. Dr. Caird assures me that alarm is quite unfounded." "Alarm!" she said, growing very pale. "What! frightened, love, at the ghost of a fear? Dr. Caird laid it at once. That was all I really cared to know. I could hardly listen to his cautious commonplaces. But what a change in him! The boy was not father to that man. He looked at me with the most sad and solemn face-partly professional, I suppose; partly, I dare say, caught from that lugubrious mother of his, who lives with him, I find; one of your bêtes noires in quiet C, how many years ago? But you must come out before the evening's beauty fades. To-morrow, Dr. Caird said he should call to renew his acquaintance with the Frau Professorinn, and to-morrow I must spend at the college. Let us make the most of our time now; I feel stronger than I have done for weeks." They went out, with their happy, grateful hearts, into the bright sun-lighted street, with its gay crowds-they wandered in the gardens, fresh with their early green-they watched the rosy light deepen, then fade in the west, and the castle rock tower higher in the gloaming-they planned their holiday tour to the southern coast. To Mr. Senior, perhaps the world had never seemed so fair before-the pressure of an anxiety to which he was constitutionally sensitive removed, his elastic nature thrilled with the joy of the reaction. Before him The next morning, Dr. Caird called early, and found Teresa alone. Was the professor out? Yes, for some hours. He seemed relieved, and drew his chair beside hers. He was very grave and solemn indeed. She could hardly credit her own recollection of the youth, with his fresh, broad face and many-colored apparel. She inquired for his mother; reverted to old days in C; to former neighbors, and the changes time had wrought among them; admired Edinburgh enthusiastically: no subject seemed to take with him; he answered briefly-absently, she thought; and each succeeding pause was longer than before. She was inwardly thinking how she should relate her hard conversational struggle to her husband, and sunning her spirit in the playful smile with which he would, she knew, listen and sympathize, when, with an apparent effort, Dr. Caird suddenly said: "I wished to speak to you this morning on the subject of Mr. Senior's health. You have doubtless been for some time aware of the impression on his own mind concerning which he consulted me?" "No, she had not been so till his return yesterday afternoon, when, for the first time, he had hinted at some past anxiety over and gone. In his great kindness, he had concealed it from her, till it was happily dispelled." "Still you must for some time past have remarked symptoms of failing health ?" 66 Failing health!" She rose, she struggled for breath. "No-slight loss of appetite-sleep rather more broken, he never was a sound sleeper-an air of lassitude-a shadow round the eyes, nothing more-all arising from overwork, she knew. Her husband told her that Dr. Caird advised change of air and scene-but had quite set his fears to rest." "Yes, his fears had taken a wrong direction. But I deeply grieve to tell you that I have every reason to apprehend a still more serious calamity-" He stopped; Teresa was pale as death, and gasping fearfully. "You are ill," said he, throwing open the window through which the merry street sounds came. "Let me ring for a glass of wine-this shock is too great-let me lay you on the sofa." "No, no," said she, making a violent ef- the illness to-to-" She could not say to fort, but still shivering convulsively. "I the last, but looked into his face so piteously am better now-this will pass over. But that again the doctor's eyes were clouded. that I may have strength to bear what you Before departing, he, at her earnest request, have to tell me will you place your hand traced for her the probable stages of her huson my pulse, my heart ?-may there not be band's malady; pointed out every means of disease here ? The doctor felt the pulse, alleviation; minutely laid down the most juthen kneeled down beside her, and listened. dicious treatment, physically and mentally, "Do not, I beseech you, hide from me the in his case; and with reference to hers, had truth. God is so merciful, I do not think specially enjoined that she should never be he will leave me to live without my husband. without a powerful stimulant at hand, to be But I must be strong while he wants me." taken whenever she anticipated the recurThere were tears in Dr. Caird's eyes as rence of such attacks as the one he had that he rose. "Had she felt these symptoms day witnessed. "Your own life may be long?" prolonged for many years, or it may be sudIs there heart-disease?" she replied, denly arrested, according as these spasms are clasping her hands. treated promptly. They may not return for "Yes, undoubtedly; but with care and "months, but I implore you always to have a ("the avoidance of strong emotion," he was strong cordial, such as I shall prescribe, about to say, but he checked the useless within reach. Take this precaution-attend words)" with care and prudence, her life to your general health, and as much as posmight be long spared." sible" (Again he checked himself—what She shook her head almost impatiently. mockery to talk to her of a mind at rest!) "What must I do to keep strong-strong" May God bless and support you. Turn to while he wants me?" Dr. Caird took a small bottle out of his pocket, and rang the bell. "Drink this," he said, giving her the powerful cordial he had prepared. When the color had returned to her lips, and she could stand firm again, she implored him to go on, and tell her all the truth, assuring him she could bear it now. With the utmost tenderness, he proceeded to state to her the grounds for, and the nature of, his apprehensions in her husband's Yet how give a death-blow tenderly ? He had to name a terrible scourge, a word at which every cheek grows pale. case. Teresa quivered throughout her frame, and hid her face. She had heard from her husband that it was from this, in another form, that his mother died-had seen him shudder as he recalled her sufferings. "You did not hint at this to him?" she said. "God bless you for that!" "I did not. His relief at discovering that his own apprehension was unfounded was so great-he told me so candidly of what he called his constitutional cowardliness in the matter of physical pain-seemed so confident of recovery from all other, and he believed minor, complaints, and so unwilling to listen to any further discussion of the case that I could not make up my mind to do so. Medicines can do little in the case. I have prescribed rest and change of scene. There may not be much actual pain; and I thought it best to save him the anticipation for a little time at least. But I felt I ought to prepare you." "I thank you from my heart. Will it be possible to conceal from him the nature of him!" And the busy professional man turned away with tearful eyes and a heavy heart. His worthy mother would have groaned over Teresa as a sad idolater, and he himself held most of his mother's views. There was a Mrs. Caird at home, a very different type of wife, though an excellent woman, with whom he enjoyed average happiness, and little Cairds, who made the brightness of his life. But for all these interests and more-so strong was the memory of his boyish dream that he felt he would gladly have forfeited some years of fees and fame, rather than have been the one appointed to inflict the anguish of this fearful knowledge upon the object of his early love. Teresa sat long where he had left her, stunned by the suddenness and the weight of the blow. So it is ever ordained by our heavenly Father's pity. These terrible griefs which come to most of us once in our lifetime, which we are marvels and mysteries to ourselves ever after for having survived, seem at the first unreal. There was the sun shining in as it did an hour before; there were the people walking, laughing in the streets. Her mind reeled away from the terrible truth. She heard, she saw for a little space-she did not feel. Then there floated in upon the southern breeze the merry chimes of St. Giles'; it was one o'clock. He would be here in less than an hour. Stronger even than this agony was the need of hiding it from him. He may never know what she knows, and yet she lives, for it is necessary she should live to nurse, to cheer him. The suffering stage may not set in yet; there may be yet before him summer months of enjoy ment of his beloved nature and his high first intimation he had given her in words thoughts. It matters not what she suffers, of his consciousness of danger. From that he must not read his doom in her face. And time they spoke with perfect openness of the God was so merciful: she should not survive great change which awaited them both; for him-they would not be parted long. Teresa now told her husband what reason When Mr. Senior came, he found all she had to hope that she should not long things ready for their departure. "How survive him. True, she had been marvelbright your color is, love!" was his first ex- lously free from all alarming attacks this clamation. "Has the grave doctor paid his summer, but then he had required her health, visit? Come and sit by me, and tell me all and her trust was undoubting in God's about it. I like your little narratives, with mercy, calling her away when he needed her their pretty strokes of satire." And smiling, no more. At first, this shocked him-thinkshe drew her footstool to his side, and he for- ing of the orphan girls. But she gradually got his weariness listening to her sprightly won him over to believe with her, that they talk. would be well and tenderly cared for by her father and her aunt; and to rejoice that in all probability she would not be long desolate. Her great and absorbing love had this reward-that he fully believed in it. Will any one say that this is unnatural, over-drawn, impossible? It is true. Such heroism as this, such utter forgetfulness of self, for the sake of some dearer self in husband or child, is no rare thing among women. We rejoice to know of this sublime strength of love put forth in many a character deemed commonplace, and in circumstances that may and do happen every day; and for every instance of the kind that comes within our knowledge, let us thank God with deepened reverence for the human nature which is his highest work, and fuller faith in its possibilities to come. Mr. and Mrs. Senior travelled to the south of England during this last summer. For some time, there was full enjoyment on the part of the invalid of the sweet coast-scenery and the warmer climate; gradually the sense of lassitude increased, and pain set in more frequently; but he never guessed the fearful cause of the downward progress, and still there were every day intervals of ease. Whenever these came, Teresa's face was still bright-more beautiful than even her husband thought it, as he often told her. Never had she valued this beauty more. No taste of his had ever been unheeded by her, but now she was more than ever solicitous to wear his favorite colors, to roll her rich hair in the classic coils he liked, to made a lovely picture in the sick man's eye. Sometimes he would playfully chide her lavish expenditure in books and flowers, but she would as playfully justify the skilfulness of her management; for she well knew that he had no long illness to provide for; for herself, she never contemplated any further future, and her father's wealth would more than suffice for her girls. From them they had long and frequent letters, telling of a happy summer spent with Aunt Forbes and dear old Janet, and of all their anticipations not only of their parents' return, but of grandpapa's arrival. "We will return home, love, and see our children once more," said Mr. Senior one early autumn day. This once more was the By slow, short stages, they travelled northwards. When they reached Edinburgh, Mr. Senior's strength was too exhausted to proceed; and Teresa was glad to have Dr. Caird at hand, confiding, as she had good reason to do, implicitly in his skill and kindness. So she wrote to C- —, to ask her aunt to come over-bringing the girls with her. There was much sweetness mingled with the sadness of the meeting. How the children had grown! how fresh and fair they looked! pictures of health and strength. "They have your eyes, Teresa," their father said, while she propped him up on his sofa, that he might see them better, as they stood there tightly grasping each other's hands, awed by the change upon his face. Long and lovingly he looked at them, while still Teresa looked at him; then he bade them go out and admire the beautiful town. "It would rest him," he said, "to be alone with their mother." We will not dwell upon these last sacred days of unutterable anguish, and yet strong consolation; of intimate communion of soul with soul in the near presence of the great mystery of death; of faith growing brighter as the shadow deepened, and love more than ever felt to be undying. Mr. Senior's last words to his wife were: "Much that was once very dark is growing clear to me now, love; we shall meet again," and his dying glance met her exulting smile. That night the children lay sobbing in each other's arms: "Papa has left us, mamma will surely leave us too." It did not seem to them possible that she should survive him; yet her calm had startled her kind aunt, as she had kissed and blessed them, spoken to them of him, and of what his daughters should be. Mrs. Forbes had noticed it to Dr. Caird, but he shook his head. "I dread the reaction," he said. "I thought her changed and feeble, as though THE PROFESSOR'S WIFE. the vital energies, so long strained, had sud- | wake her from that merciful unconscious- Mrs. Forbes and her faithful Janet sat up late that night. Creeping to the door of that room, they shuddered to hear Teresa speaking low, lavishing kisses, words of love, old fresh familiar phrases-for the first time in vain. It seemed sacrilege to listen, and they turned away. The next time, Janet thought she heard a quiet sobbing. "Puir, puir, lammie, the Gude Shepherd hush her in his bosom, I pray; maybe she'll greet hersel to sleep there." Later on in the night, all was silent; she slept, no doubt, and they went up to their rooms with thank-ing thick, and a few snow-flakes were beful hearts. Dr. Caird came, as he had promised, very early the next morning. Teresa had not rung yet, they told him, she had fallen to sleep so late. Cruel it seemed to him to Dr. Caird steadies himself as he gazes on the scene he will never to his dying day forget the grand calm face, the solemn outline beneath the rigid folds; and close beside the graceful form in its bright attire, the auburn hair streaming over the motionless breast! He takes the little hand; it is quite cold, not stiff yet. Out of doors, the yellow fog was gather ginning to fall. Oh, well for her that there was no wakening to this wintry life, alone! The few who knew and loved her best owned that it was well; that she died by the merciful visitation of God. LORD NELSON AND LADY HAMILTON.-Was | Nelson indeed guilty of the execution of Caraccioli at Lady Hamilton's instigation or not? 66 THE DUTCH GIANT DANIEL CAJANUS, AND THE DUTCH DWARF SIMON JANE PAAP.-Perhaps the following scrap from to-day's Algemeen Handelsblad will prove acceptable : It is a fair question for discussion in " N. & Q.," particularly as an author of this year dis9. "Haarlem, May the 5th.-At a public sale, tinctly asserts it. [So much has been written on this painful which was held here in the beginning of this matter that we can do but little more than refer week, a rare lot was brought under the hamour correspondent to those eminent writers who mer: a lot consisting of a slipper and a shoe. have carefully investigated it in all its bearings. The slipper once had been the property of the Southey (Life of Nelson, p. 198. edit. 1830), Dutch giant Daniel Cajanus, who died here on speaks of it as a deplorable transaction! a Feb. the 28th, 1749; its primitive owner measstain upon the memory of Nelson, and the honor ured eight feet four inches, and history tells us of England! To palliate it would be in vain, to that the last upon which his shoes were made justify it would be wicked." Lord Brougham had a length of fourteen inches and a half, whilst laments that "Nelson, in an unhappy moment, that of his coffin was nine feet seven inches. suffered himself to fall into the snares laid for The shoe had belonged to the renowned dwarf his honor by regal craft, and baited with fas- Simon Jane Paap, whose full growth did not Seduced by the exceed sixteen inches and a half, his body weighcinating female charms. profligate arts of one woman, and the perilous ing fourteen kilograms. This small representafascinations of another, he lent himself to a pro- tive of Holland was born at Zandroort on May ceeding deformed by the blackest colors of treach- the 25th, 1789, and died at Dendermonde on cry and of murder. A temporary aberration of December the 2d, 1828. Two small marblo mind can explain though not excuse this dismal stones on a pillar at the porch of the Brouwer's(Historical Sketches of chapel in Haarlem Cathedral indicate the differperiod of his history.' Statesmen, Second Series, i. 209. edit. 1845.) ent sizes of the two above-mentioned natives of Consult also Clarke and M'Arthur's Life of Nel- the Netherlands." son, ii. 188. The entire question has been subjected to a minute and careful examination by Sir N. II. Nicholas in an Appendix to vol. iii. of Nelson's Despatches, where he endeavors to mitigate or remove the weighty charges brought against the brave admiral.]-Notes and Queries. It appears Simon Jane Paap only overtopped J. H. VAN LENNEP. by two inches the lenth of Cajanus' slipper. Zeyst, near Utrecht, May 9, 1860. From The Saturday Review. CAPTAIN BURTON'S TRAVELS IN CENTRAL AFRICA.* urally the victim of a severe tariff. But beyond this the native tribes offered him no sort of hinderance. The traveller's only real THE interest of this record of exploration obstacle, the only feature which gives any is derived rather from the author's achieve- thing of a variety to his slow but easy progments than from his adventures. The re- ress, was the terrible fever with which the sult of Captain Burton's hardships and la- country is cursed. This incessant pest seems bors has been to discover at last the Great to have met and baffled the author and his Central Lake which for centuries has been companion at every stage of their advance. the subject of an indistinct tradition among It was not, as in other parts of Africa, congeographers, and a sort of philosopher's stone tent with ravaging the reedy valley or alluto African explorers. They have sought it vial plain-it appears to have pursued them from the north, and from the south, and or clung to them just as pitilessly on the from the west, and it has always hitherto mountains as in the hollow. Highlands or eluded their search. And yet it was not so lowlands, wet climate or dry, it seems to very hard to find. It lies due west from the have been just the same to the fever. The island of Zanzibar, about six hundred miles only difference between healthy and unhealthy from the coast, from which it is separated districts appears to be that the natives sufby one water-shed of moderate elevation. fer in the low country, but escape when they If there were any materials for commercial get out of it. The stranger is equally feverprogress in the degraded tribes that inhabit hunted in both. Almost a regular portion its shores, this discovery would be a very of Captain Burton's diary, at each halting important one. The extreme length of the station, is an account of the paroxysms of lake is not quite three hundred miles, its fever in which the particular malaria of the extreme breadth is about forty. It is there- place manifested itself. His normal condifore larger than any other inland sea in the tion for starting in the morning was a state Old World, with the exception of the Cas- of weakness so intense that he was unable to pian. But unless the lazy savages who sur- sit upon an ass. These fever fits were the round it were exterminated, and their places only serious adventure of the journey. Rassupplied by white men, the discovery is not cally porters would occasionally steal his likely, for some time, to have more than a goods or break his instruments, and extorgeographical value. tionate chiefs would sometimes exact an unconscionable tribute; but these are mishaps with which tourists in Europe are not wholly unacquainted. The only element of hard enough for the most adventurous tastewas the pestilence in which they lived and moved, and from which there was neither respite nor escape. An extract will give the best picture of the reality of the sufferings it induced : At first sight it seems surprising that no European should have made the journey before, so slight do the hardships by which it is beset appear. How little there is of seri-ship in the expedition-and it was abundant ous obstacle in mountain or morass appears sufficiently from Captain Burton's recommendation that a tram-road should be laid from the lake to the coast, and his assurance that there are no engineering difficulties. There was no difficulty about food; for almost all along the line of march, with insignificant exceptions, villages were to be found in which supplies of all kinds were to be had. Nor was the explorer exposed to personal danger from the jealousy or hostility of the natives. No doubt the melancholy fate of a French predecessor on the same line forced him to take an escort; but a very small dis "On the 10th October, suddenly waking about dawn from a horrible dream, in which a close pack of tigers, leopards, and other beasts, harmessed with a network of iron hooks, were dragging him like the rush of a whirlwind over the ground, he found himself sitting up on the side of his bedding, forcibly clasping both sides with his hands. Half-stupefied by pain, he called play of force sufficed to secure him from all Bombay, who having formerly suffered from the attack. The privilege of being fleeced, which Kichyoma-chyoma'-the little irons'-raised accompanies the English traveller wherever his master's right arm, placed him in a sitting he sets his foot, did not desert Captain Bur-position, as lying down was impossible, and diton in Eastern Africa. The chiefs of this part of the country principally live by the black-mail, or customs, which they levy from the trading caravans; and as their system is to proportion their exactions to the traveller's supposed wealth, a white man travelling for pleasure, not for profit, was natThe Lake Regions of Central Africa. By R. F. Burton. London: Longmans, 1860. rected him to hold the left ear behind the head, thus relieving the excruciating and torturing twinges, by lifting the lung from the liver. The next spasm was less severe, but the sufferer's mind had begun to wander, and he again clasped his sides-a proceeding with which Bombay interfered. "Early on the next morning, my companion, supported by Bombay and Gaetano, staggered towards the tent. Nearing the doorway, he |