dragoon capable of a blush did this virtuous action, albeit with violent reluctance, and this was his first damper. A week after these events, he was at a ball, not the first, since his return, bien entendu. He was in that state of factitious discontent which belongs to us amiable English. He was looking, in vain, for a lady, equal in personal attractions, to the idea he had formed of George Dolignan as a man, when suddenly there glided past him a most delightful vision! a lady whose beauty and symmetry took him by the eyes-another look: "It can't be!"-"Yes, it is!" Miss Haythorn! (not that he knew her name!) but what an apotheosis! The duck had become a pea-hen-radiant, dazzling, she looked twice as beautiful and almost twice as large as before. He lost sight of her. He found her again. She was so lovely she made him ill-and he, alone, must not dance with her, speak to her. If he had been content to begin her acquaintance the usual way, it might have ended in kissing, but having begun with kissing, it must end in nothing. As she danced, sparks of beauty fell from her on all around, but him—she did not see him; it was clear she never would see him-one gentleman was particularly assiduous; she smiled on his assiduity; he was ugly, but she smiled on him. Dolignan was surprised at his success, his ill taste, his ugliness, his impertinence. Dolignan at last found himself injured: “Who was this man?" "and what right had he to go on so?" "He had never kissed her, I suppose," said Dolly. Dolignan could not prove it, but he felt that somehow the rights of property were invaded. He went home and dreamed of Miss Haythorn, hated all the ugly successful. He spent a fortnight, trying to find out who this beauty was, he never could encounter her again. At last he heard of her, in this way; a lawyer's clerk paid him a little visit and commenced a little action against him, in the name of Miss Haythorn for insulting her in a Railway Train. The young gentleman was shocked, endeavoured to soften the lawyer's clerk; that machine did not thoroughly comprehend the meaning of the term. The lady's name, however, was at least revealed by this untoward incident; from her name to her address, was but a short step; and the same day, our crest-fallen hero lay in wait at her door-and many a succeeding day without effect. But one fine afternoon, she issued forth quite naturally, as if she did it every day, and walked briskly on the nearest Parade. Dolignan did the same, he met and passed her many times on the Parade, and searched for pity in her eyes, but found neither look, nor recognition, nor any other sentiment; for all this she walked and walked, till all the other promenaders were tired and gone,then her culprit summoned resolution, and taking off his hat, with voice tremulous for the first time, besought permission to address her. She stopped, blushed, and neither acknowledged nor disowned his acquaintance. He blushed, stammered out how ashamed he was, how he deserved to be punished, how he was * When our successful rival is ugly the blow is doubly severe, crushing-we fall by bludgeon: we who thought the keenest rapier might perchance thrust at us in vain. punished, how little she knew how unhappy he was; and concluded by begging her not to let all the world know the disgrace of a man, who was already mortified enough by the loss of her acquaintance. She asked an explanation; he told her the action had been commenced in her name; she gently shrugged her shoulders, and said, "How stupid they are." Emboldened by this, he begged to know whether or not a life of distant unpretending devotion would, after a lapse of years, erase the memory of his madness-his crime ! "She did not know—”! "She must now bid him adieu, as she had some preparations to make for a ball in the crescent, where everybody was to be. They parted, and Dolignan determined to be at the ball, where everybody was to be. He was there, and after some time he obtained an introduction to Miss Haythorn, and he danced with her. Her manner was gracious. With the wonderful tact of her sex, she seemed to have commenced the acquaintance that evening. That night, for the first time, Dolignan was in love. I will spare the reader all a lover's arts, by which he succeeded in dining where she dined, in dancing where she danced, in overtaking her by accident, when she rode. His devotion followed her even to church, where our dragoon was rewarded by learning there is a world where they neither polk nor smoke,-the two capital abominations of this one. He made acquaintance with her uncle, who liked him, and he saw at last with joy, that her eye loved to dwell upon him, when she thought he did not observe her. It was three months after the Box Tunnel, that Captain Dolignan called one day upon Captain Haythorn, R.N., whom he had met twice in his life, and slightly propitiated by violently listing to a cutting-out expedition; he called, and in the usual way asked permission to pay his addresses to his daughter. The worthy Captain straightway began doing Quarter-Deck, when suddenly he was summoned from the apartment by a mysterious message. On his return he announced, with a total change of voice, that "It was all right, and his visitor might run alongside as soon as he chose." My reader has divined the truth; this nautical commander, terrible to the foe, was in complete and happy subjugation to his daughter, our heroine. As he was taking leave, Dolignan saw his divinity glide into the drawing-room. He followed her, observed a sweet consciousness which encouraged him; that consciousness deepened into confusion-she tried to laugh, she cried instead, and then she smiled again; and when he kissed her hand at the door it was "George" and "Marian," instead of Captain this and Miss the other. A reasonable time after this (for my tale is merciful and skips formalities and torturing delays)—these two were very happy-they were once more upon the railroad, going to enjoy their honeymoon all by themselves. Marian Dolignan was dressed just as before-ducklike, and delicious; all bright, except her clothes: but George sat beside her this time instead of opposite; and she VOL. XXXIV. Q Q drank him in gently, from under her long eye-lashes. "Marian," said George," married people should tell each other all. Will you ever forgive me if I own to you-no-" "Yes! yes!" "Well then! you remember the Box Tunnel," (this was the first allusion he had ventured to it)" I am ashamed to say--I had bet 81. to 107. with White, I would kiss one of you two ladies," and George, pathetic externally, chuckled within. "I know that, George; I overheard you;" was the demure reply. "Oh! you overheard me? impossible." "And did you not hear me whisper to my companion? I made a bet with her." "You made a bet, how singular! What was it?" "Only a pair of gloves, George." "Yes, I know, but what about it?" "That if you did you should be my husband, dearest." "Oh!--but stay-then you could not have been so very angry with me, love;-why, dearest, then who brought that action against me?" Mrs. Dolignan looked down. "I was afraid you were forgetting me! George, you will never forgive me!" "Sweet angel-why here is the Box Tunnel!" Now reader-fie!-no! no such thing! You can't expect to be indulged in this way, every time we come to a dark place-besides, it is not the thing. Consider, two sensible married people -no such phenomenon, I assure you, took place. No scream issued in hopeless rivalry of the engine-this time! TO THE CYPRESS. SLOW-WAVING Cypress of the land of song! Touching with flame each mountain altar round, And winds among thy boughs a requiem sound, 555 CAMPAIGNS OF TURKEY ON THE DANUBE. THE general opinion is that the Turks, having established their power in Europe by the capture of Constantinople, proceeded to extend it gradually for two or three centuries, until they at length menaced Vienna, and put Christendom itself in jeopardy. The truth, however, is not so. Mahomed the Second, who made himself master of Constantinople in the middle of the fifteenth century, pushed his victories and conquest very nearly as far as any of his successors on this side of the Bosphorus. And the marvel to one who contemplates Turkish history is, not so much the wonderful progress or advance of their arms over the prostrate lands of the Christian, as the wonderful hardihood with which the few, scattered, and ill-armed people and princes of the southwest of Europe struggled against the terrible concentration of military power in the hands of the Turks, and kept them two centuries at bay, till European and Christian kingdoms learned to unite, and present the weight, number, and zeal of their soldiers, equal to those of the Turks. Mahomed the Second, who captured Constantinople, overran and made his own, in a very little time after that conquest, all the countries south of the Danube. Servia became his more completely than it belonged to many of his successors. Bosnia he subdued. He made Wallachia tributary. He overran Carinthia and Carniola. He pillaged Styria and the Tyrol, took Otranto by storm, and massacred its inhabitants. In short, the Turkish armies advanced as far into Europe in the few years immediately subsequent to the capture of Constantinople, as they did in the course of the two following centuries. The first important battle that the Turks fought with the people or the nations north of the Danube, was that of Mohacz. When Mahomed and Selim turned their arms in that direction there were none but petty princes to oppose them: the country was not roused against inroads which were new, and which did not yet manifest themselves as the forerunners of a system of conquest. But when Solyman ascended the throne, in 1520, it was evidently his intention and design to humble and subdue every Christian power that he could reach. His first act, that of the capture of Belgrade, was startling; his reduction of Rhodes as alarming. When, therefore, in 1526, Solyman passed the Danube with upwards of 100,000 men and 300 pieces of large artillery, directing his course towards Ofen, the Hungarians were called on to defend the independence of their soil. King Louis of Hungary could not number 25,000 men against the 100,000, or, as Montecuculi insists, the 300,000 Turks of Solyman. The battle of Mohacz is briefly told. The troops of the king of Hungary were, as is still usual in that country, chiefly horse. They charged in a mass at the com mencement of the battle, burst through the two Turkish lines, and came to fight the band around Solyman himself, who was in the third line. But the Turks were in such numbers, that they were able to turn the Hungarians, and attack them in flank and rear. So that, although the Hungarians slew and destroyed, they were not numerous enough to rout their foes, or to support a lengthened contest. In two hours the battle was over, the Hungarian king slain, the horses of his cavalry hamstrung, and the bodies of their brave cavaliers floating down the Danube. But four thousand Hungarians were taken prisoners, and Solyman caused them all to be massacred. The results of the battle were the election of Ferdinand of Austria to be King of Hungary, whilst his rival Zapolya did obeisance to Solyman for the same crown. The Turks took Ofen. It was retaken by Ferdinand, but captured again by Solyman, who then raised Zapolya to the throne. On the 27th of September in the same year Solyman encamped before Vienna. He had 250,000 men under his command, and Vienna had but a garrison of 16,000 men with such unequal forces did Christendom, in the palmy days of Charles the Fifth, resist the Turks. The artillery, too, of the Turks was vastly superior to that of their adversaries, and a breach was soon made, both right and left of the Carinthian Gate. The breach was stormed three times by the Ottomans, and three times were they repulsed by its gallant defenders. The Sultan gave twenty ducats to each of his soldiers to encourage them, and again they rushed to the breach; the Grand Vizier Ibrahim drove them with his stick. But it was in vain; the German defenders of the breach stood firm, and, Turkish confidence having evaporated, Solyman the Magnificent was obliged to beat a retreat with his 200,000 men from before the few thousands that manned the walls of Vienna. Solyman, having set fire to his camp and burnt his stores, set free all his prisoners, except the young women, whom he carried off. On the 14th of October the steeple bells of Vienna sounded a peal in token of the city's deliverance. Von Hammer denies, and indeed disproves, the random assertion of Robertson, that the raising the siege of Vienna was owing to treachery on the part of the Grand Vizier. The defeat of the Hungarians at Mohacz, coupled with the success of the Germans in the defence of Vienna with so small a force against so powerful an army, suggested the most prudent and efficacious way of checking the progress of the Turkish arms. It was, in fact, the same which the Germans and French employed in the 9th and 10th centuries against the barbarian tribes which menaced the different kingdoms which composed the Empire of Charlemagne with a fate similar to that which had befallen the Roman empire. Instead of meeting the Turks with their forces collected in an army, and led by a monarch, the Hungarian nobles fortified each his castle or his tower, and from behind their ramparts defied the hosts of janissaries and spahis. The reign of Solyman was long, but after the battle of Mohacz, the Germans and Hungarians, under the direction of the crafty and subtle brother |