by those who acquire a great quantity of land for their children, but are regardless of their personal improvement, since what they possess will be thought of great value, but themselves of very little, while, on the contrary, that which possesses ought to be more valuable than that which is possessed. Accordingly, he who renders his son deserving of high estimation has, though he bequeaths him but little, bestowed upon him much; for it is from the condition of the mind that our possessions appear greater or less, since to a well-ordered mind they seem sufficient, but to an ill-regulated and untaught mind too little. You give your children nothing more than necessity requires; this, however, by the well instructed, is considered not only sufficient for their wants, but absolute wealth, but as for the ignorant, though it frees them from bodily uneasiness, it does not at all diminish their despondent views of the future. Translation of J. S. WATSON. is carried before him; the priests, walking at his side, chant the prayers for the dead; then comes the religious brotherhood, and finally the mendicant friars, asking from the crowd money for prayers for the repose of the culprit's soul. The crowd never remains deaf to this appeal. Without doubt all this is frightful, but it is logical and imposing. It shows that they do not cut off from this world a creature of God full of life and strength as they would slaughter an ox. It causes the multitude to reflect (who always judge of the crime by the magnitude of the punishment) that homicide is a fearful offence, since its punishment disturbs, afflicts and sets in commotion a whole city.. Again, this dreadful spectacle may cause serious reflections, inspire salutary alarms, and that which is barbarous in this human sacrifice is at least hidden by the awful majesty of its execution. Translation of ROUTLEDGE. EXECUTION OF CRIMINALS IN SPAIN. THE FATHER AND CHILD. IN Spain the condemned criminal remains "FATHER, wake! the storm is loud ; exposed during three days in a chapelle ardente; his coffin is continually before his eyes; the priests say the prayers for the dying; the bells of the church night and day ring a funeral knell. It will be conceived that this kind of initiation to death may alarm the most hardened criminals and inspire with salutary terror the crowd which surrounds the chapelle mortuaire. Then the day of the execution is a day of public mourning. The bells of all the churches toll; the condemned is slowly conducted to the scaffold with mournful and imposing pomp; his coffin The rain is falling fast: "She cannot sleep, she will not rest, My father, let us go!" "Thy mother sleeps too firm a sleep To heed the wind that blows; DEAN HENRY ALFORD. A NIGHT-ADVENTURE DURING THE OLD 66 What! have you never heard of Timothy Weasel, the Varmounter, as he calls himself?" Never." The HOULD you discover the po- othy was left for dead by the savages, who, Well, then, I must give you a sketch of beyond all belief. I am half a savage my- | burnt color, his beard of a month's growth self, but I have heard this man relate stories of his adventures and escapes which make me feel myself, in the language of the redskins, 'a woman' in comparison with this strange compound of cunning and simplicity. It is inconceivable with what avidity he will hunt an Indian, and the keenest sportsman does not feel a hundredth part of the delight in bringing down his game that Timothy does in witnessing the mortal pangs of one of these 'kritters.' It is a horrible propensity, but to lose all in one night, and to wake the next morning and see nothing but the mangled remains of wife, children—all that man holds most dear to his inmost heart-is no trifle. If ever man had motive for revenge, it is Timothy. Such as he is I employ him, and find his services highly useful. He is a compound of the two races, and combines all the qualities essential to the species of warfare in which we are now engaged. I have sent for him, and expect him here every moment.” As Sir William concluded Sybrandt heard a long dry sort of "H-e-e-m-m!” ejaculated just outside of the door. "That's he," exclaimed Sir William; "I know the sound. It is his usual expression of satisfaction at the prospect of being employed against his old enemies the Indians.Come in, Timothy." He Timothy accordingly made his appearance, forgot his bow and said nothing. Sybrandt eyed his associate with close attention. was a tall, wind-dried man with extremely sharp, angular features and a complexion deeply bronzed by the exposures to which he had been subjected for so many years. His scanty head of hair was of a sort of sun at least, and his eye of sprightly blue never rested a moment in its socket. It glanced from side to side, and up and down, and here and there, with indescribable rapidity, as though in search of some object of interest or apprehensive of sudden danger. It was a perpetual silent alarum. "Timothy," said Sir William, "I want to employ you to-night." "H-e-e-m-m!" answered Timothy. "Are you at leisure to depart immediately?" companion; this young gentleman will go hung over the narrow strait in front of the with you." Timothy hereupon subjected Sybrandt to a rigid scrutiny of those busy eyes of his, that seemed to run over him as quick as lightning. "I'd rather go by myself," said he, again. "That is out of the question, so say no more about it. Are you ready to go nowthis minute?" "Yes." Sir William then explained the object of the expedition to Timothy much in the same manner he had previously done to Sybrandt. "But mayn't I shoot one of those tarnil kritters if he comes in my way?" said Timothy, in a tone of great interest. "No; you are not to fire a gun, nor attempt any hostility whatever, unless it is neck or nothing with you." Well, that's what I call hard; but maybe it will please God to put our lives in danger. That's some comfort." The knight now produced two Indian dresses, which he directed them to put on, somewhat against the inclinations of friend. Timothy, who observed that if he happened to see his shadow in the water he should certainly mistake it for one of the tarnil kritters and shoot himself. Sir William then with his own hand painted the face of Sybrandt so as to resemble that of an Indianan operation not at all necessary to Timothy: his toilet was already made; his complexion required no embellishment. This done, the night having now set in, Sir William, motioning silence, led the way cautiously to one of the gates of Ticonderoga, which was opened by the sentinel, and they proceeded swiftly and silently to the high bank which fort. A little bark canoe lay moored at the foot, into which Sybrandt and Timothy placed themselves flat on the bottom, each with his musket and accoutrements at his side and a paddle in his hand. "Now," said Sir William, almost in a whisper-"now, luck be with you, boys! Remember, you are to return before daylight without fail.” "But, Sir William," said Timothy, coaxingly, "now, mayn't I take a pop at one of the tarnil kritters if I meet e'm?" "I tell you no," replied the other, “unless you wish to be popped out of the world when you come back. Away with you, my boys!" Each seized his paddle, and the light feather of a boat darted away with the swiftness of a bubble in a whirlpool. "It's plaguy hard," muttered Timothy to himself. What?" quoth Sybrandt. Why, not to have the privilege of shooting one of these varmints.” "Not another word," whispered Sybrandt; "we may be overheard from the shore." "Does he think I don't know what's what?" again muttered Timothy, plying his paddle with a celerity and silence that Sybrandt vainly tried to equal. The night gradually grew dark as pitch. All became one color, and the earth and the air were confounded together in utter obscurity—at least, to the eyes of Sybrandt Westbrook. Not a breath of wind disturbed the foliage of the trees that hung invisible to all eyes but those of Timothy, who seemed to see best in the dark; not an echo, not a whisper, disturbed the dead silence of nature as they darted along unseen and unseeing. At least, our hero could see nothing but darkness. "Whisht!" aspirated Timothy, at length, so low that he could scarcely hear himself; and after making a few strokes with his paddle, so as to shoot the boat out of her course, cowered himself down to the bottom. Sybrandt did the same, peering just over the side of the boat to discover, if possible, the reason of Timothy's manoeuvres. Suddenly he heard, or thought he heard, the measured sound of paddles dipping lightly into the water. A few minutes more and he saw five or six little lights glimmering indistinctly through the obscurity, apparently at a great distance. Timothy raised himself up suddenly, seized his gun and pointed it for a moment at one of the lights, but, recollecting the injunction of Sir William, immediately resumed his former position. In a few minutes the sound of the paddles died away and the lights disappeared. "How do you know they were 'kritters,' as you call the Indians?" Why, did you ever hear so many Frenchmen make so little noise ?” This reply was perfectly convincing; and, Sybrandt again enjoining silence, they proceeded with the same celerity and in the same intensity of darkness as before for more than an hour. This brought them, at the swift rate they were going, at a distance of at least twenty miles from the place of their departure. Turning a sharp angle at the expiration of the time just specified, Timothy suddenly stopped his paddle as before and cowered down at the bottom of the canoe. Sybrandt had no occasion to inquire the reason of this action; for, happening to look toward the shore, he could discover at a distance innumerable lights glimmering and flashing amid the obscurity and rendering the darkness beyond the sphere of their influence still more profound. These lights appeared to extend several miles along what he supposed to be the strait or lake, which occasionally reflected their glancing rays upon its quiet bosom. What was that?" whispered Sybrandt. "The Frenchmen are turning the tables on us, I guess," replied the other. "If that boat isn't going a-spying jist like ourselves, I'm quite out in my calculations." "What! with lights? They must be Timothy, exultingly; "we've treed 'em at great fools." There they are, the kritters!" whispered last, I swow! Now, mister, let me ask you one question will you obey my orders?" "If I like them," said Sybrandt. "Ay, like or no like. I must be captainfor a little time, at least.' "I have no objection to benefit by your experience." "Can you play Ingen when you are put to it?" "I have been among them, and know something of their character and man |