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WEEP NOT FOR HER. said, with that air of good nature so peculiar to him,” Do not disturb yourselves, I beg gentlemen; but, I assure you, it is always thus with the Count. As soon as I turn my head he is off, and I must perform the office of public crier to find him again.” Count von Rechberg excused himself by observing that he had unexpectedly met a friend, and he easily obtained forgiveness for his little breach of duty. The tone of the remonstrance, and the playful correction which accompanied it, sufficiently proved how fully he possessed the affection of his Sovereign.

I soon distinguished, amidst the throng, the noble figure of the Prince de Ligne, who, advancing towards me, said,” I am glad I have found you. There are some persons here to whom I wish you to introduce me. I have already been your cicerone, and now you have an opportunity of paying your debt.”

We retired to a billiard room, which was fitted up as a Chinese temple. Here we found the King of Denmark, attended only by a single Chamberlain. He accosted the Prince de Ligne with those testimonials of esteem, which all the Sovereigns evinced for the man whom their fathers had so highly distinguished. The Prince presented me to his Majesty, who immediately recollected me, though I had not seen him since he was Prince Royal.” Have you learned German,” inquired he,” since you left Copenhagen? “ “ No, Sire,” I replied,” but I have not forgotten the short lesson which your Majesty condescended to give me.” He kindly inquired after my family.” The events which have taken place within the few last months,” said he,” have been favourable to their interests. I suppose they are now in France.” I returned thanks for his flattering inquiries, assuring him how gratifying they would prove to the individuals who were remembered by him. His Majesty maintained a conversation of some length with the Prince de Ligne, which afforded me an opportunity of appreciating his amiable bonhomie, and extensive information. I observed no change in his personal appearance since I had last seen him. He was still pale and thin, and his hair which was a light blond nearly approaching to white, was perfectly in keeping with the peculiar expression of his countenance.

We entered the grand ball room, where we found kings, generals, and statesmen, mingled in the crowd with persons of very inferior rank; and here and there might be seen a princely Almaviva, who apparently preferred the charms of some simple Rosina, to the studied graces of courtly coquettes.

We were soon joined by Zebini, and Count Rechberg, who summoned us to the supper table, round which we found a party of friends already assembled. At a table near us were seated Prince Kosloffsky, Alfred and Stanislaus Potocki, and some other Russians attached to the Emperor's suite. A little further off, I espied Tettenhorn, Noslitz, Borrel, and Hesse Homburg. Healths were toasted, bon mots exchanged, and wit and champaigne sparkled in brilliant rivalry.

The Princes of Bavaria were of our party; I happened to sit next Prince Charles, and my residence at Munich enabled me to converse about persons and things which were interesting to us both. I reminded him of the accident at the bridge of the Izard, an occasion on which he evinced so much courage and humanity. * “ And here we are both at Vienna,” said he,” surrounded by pleasure and amusement. Really this seems a land of enchantment, and one may say of it, what a clever Frenchwoman said of Paris: C'est le lieu où l'on peut le mieux se passer de bonheur.” Certainly, Prince, Vienna is a delightful place to those who have nothing but amusement to seek.” “ All my family are here, therefore what else have I to seek or to wish for? “

“ Oh nothing, Prince, unless it were, perhaps, the presence of one who is now in Munich.” At this allusion, the veteran general of two andtwenty blushed like a girl of fifteen, The Prince Royal, now King of Bavaria, sat next to Count Rechberg, who did the honours in his usual brilliant manner, and the party separated at a late hour, all evidently disposed to rank the evening's entertainments among their most gratifying recollections of Vienna.

In 1813, the breaking of a dyke occasioned a great swell in the river Izard. Multitudes of people assembled on the bridge to witness the spectacle; the swell of the water, however, soon increased to such a degree of violence and rapidity, that the bridge was broken, and almost entirely washed away. Prince Charles, who happened to be near the spot when the accident occurred, by his courageous exertions saved several persons from an untimely grave. Upwards of 300 lives were lost.

WEEP NOT FOR HER. Weep not for her! Her span was like the sky, Whose thousand stars shine beautiful and bright, Like flowers that know not what it is to die, Like long linked shadeless months of polar light, Like music floating o'er a waveless lake, While echo answers from the flowery brake, Weep not for her!

Weep not for her! By fleet or slow decay It never griev'd her bosom's core to mark The playmates of her childhood wane away, Her prospects wither and her hopes grow dark, Translated by her God with spirit shriv'n, She pass'd as ' twere, on smiles from earth to heaven: Weep not for her!

Weep not for her! It was not hers to feel The miseries that corrode amassing years, 'Gainst dreams of baffled bliss the heart to steel, To wander sad down age's vale of tears, As whirl the wither'd leaves from friendship's tree, And on earth's wint'ry world alone to be: Weep not for her!

Weep not for her! Her memory is the shrine Of pleasant thoughts soft as the scent of flowers, Calm as on windless eve the sun's decline, Sweet as the song of birds among the bowers, Rich as a rainbow with its hues of light, Pure as the moonshine of an autumn night; Weep not for her!