into a shop of the peruquier to be shaved, before they would proceed on their business, or enter into the most fashionable streets. So limited was their time, and so peremptory was their return, that the first man who was shaved, proposed to his companion that while he was undergoing the operation of the razor, he who was already shorn would run to execute a small commission in the neighborhood, promising that he would be back before the other was ready to move. For this purpose he left the shop of the barber.

On returning, to his great surprise and vexation, he was informed that his friend was gone, but as the dog, which was the dog of the absentee, was sitting outside the door, the other presumed he was only gone out for a moment, perhaps in pursuit of him; so expecting him back every moment, he chatted to the barber whilst he watched his

return.

Such a considerable time elapsed, that the stranger now became quite impatient; he went in and out, up and down the street; still the dog remained at the door. "Did he leave no message;" "No;" all the barber knew was, "that when he was shaved he went away." "It was very odd."

The dog remaining stationed at the door, was to the traveller conclusive evidence that his master was not far off; he went in and out, and up and down the street again. Stili no sign of him whatever.

Impatience now became alarm; alarm became sympa thetic. The poor animal exhibited marks of restlessness in yelps and in howlings, which so affected the sensibility of the stranger, that he threw out some insinuations not much to the credit of " Monsieur;" an altercation ensued, and the traveller was indignantly ordered by the peruquier to quit his boutique.

Upon quitting the shop he found it impossible to remove the dog from the door. No whistling, no calling, no patting would do; stir he would not.

In his agony, this afflicted man raised a crowd about the door, to whom he told his lamentable story. The dog became an object of universal interest, and of close attention. He shivered and he howled, but no seduction, no caressing, no experiment, could make him desert his post.

By some of the populace, it was proposed to send for the

police, by others was proposed a remedy more summary, namely, to force in and search the house, which was immediately done. The crowd burst in, every apartment was searched; was searched in vain. There was no trace whatever of the countryman.

During this investigation, the dog still remained sentinel at the shop door, which was bolted within to keep out the crowd which was immense on the outside.

After fruitless search and much altercation, the barber, who had prevailed upon those who had forced in to quit his house, came to the door, and was haranguing the populace, declaring most solemnly his innocence, when the dog suddenly sprang upon him, and flew at his throat with such terrific exasperation, that his victim fainted, and was with the greatest difficulty rescued from being torn to pieces The dog seemed in a state of intellectual agony and fury.

It was now proposed to give the animal his way, to see what course he would pursue. The moment he was let loose he flew through the shop, darted down stairs into a dark cellar, where he set up the most dismal lamentation.

Lights being procured, an aperture was discovered in the wall communicating to the next house which was immediately surrounded, and in the cellar whereof was found the body of the unfortunate man who had been missing. The person who kept this shop was a pattissiere or pastry-cook.

It is unnecessary to say those miscreants were brought to trial and executed. The facts that appeared upon the trial, and afterwards upon confession, were these:

Those incautious travellers, whilst in the shop of this fiend, unhappily talked of the money they had about them, and the wretch who was a robber and murderer by profession, as soon as the one turned his back, drew his razor across the throat of the other and plundered him.

The remainder of the story is almost too horrible for human ears, but it is not upon that account the less credible.

The pastry cook, whose shop was so remarkable for savory patties that they were sent for to the "Rue de la Harpe," from the most distant parts of Paris, was the partner of this peruquier, and those murdered by the razor of the one, were concealed by the knife of the other, in

those identical patties; by which, independently of his partnership in those frequent robberies, he had made a fortune.

The case was of so terrific a nature, that it was made part of the sentence of the law, that, besides the execution of these monsters on the rack, the house in which they perpetrated their infernal deeds, should be pulled down, and that the spot on which they stood should be marked out to posterity with horror and execration.

THE INEXORABLE JUDGE.

COSMO, first Grand Duke of Tuscany, had three sons, besides Francisco de Medici, who succeeded him. Giovanni, the second, was Archbishop of Pisa, and a cardinal, when he was still a child, Pius the Fourth, having resigned to him his own hat. The youth of this prince, who was his father's favorite, promised the most dazzling talents, but a premature and tragical death, in the nineteenth year of his age, destroyed at once the flattering illusion. In a tour on the coasts of Tuscany, the grand duke had been attended also by his third son Garzia, and the two brothers on a hunting party had been led by accident, or by their sport, to a distance from their attendants, when a dispute arose between them. From words they proceeded to blows, and Garzia, who was of a cruel and ferocious disposition, gave Giovanni a wound with his dagger, of which he died instantly upon the place.

The dreadful fray had passed in secret without a single witness, and Garzia, with the greatest indifference and composure, returned to his companions. When the amusement of the day was over, Giovanni did not make his appearance, and his domestics spread themselves through the forest in search of him. His horse was at first found, and afterwards the cardinal's dead body, stiff and cold, within the bushes. The melancholy news was immediately conveyed to Cosmo, who was then at Grosseto, and though wrung with anguish at the fatal accident, he had the prudence to order it to be kept secret, and the body to

be brought in the night into the town, and conveyed to the room adjoining to his own. By his orders also a report was industriously circulated that Garzia had overheated himself in the chase, and had been seized with a violent fever. Having taken these precautions, he directed his attendants to retire, and Garzia to follow him to the room, in which the dead body of his brother had been ordered to be laid. He then strictly examined Garzia, who, it is said, with great audacity, positively denied the fact, on which the grand duke led him to the dead body and uncovered it. Many writers have related the circumstances of the blood bubbling out of Giovanni's wounds on his murderer's approach, and others have given several instances of a supposed similar appearance.

Whether the blood appeared to flow from Giovanni's wounds, or was only visible on his dress, which had been naturally stained with it, "behold," said the grand duke, to his surviving son, fixing with tranquil fury his eyes upon him, "behold thy brother's blood, which cries for vengeance against thee, and expects it from Divine justice by my hand." A mortal paleness spread over Garzia's countenance-he trembled-his whole frame shook-he acknowledged his guilt, but endeavored to exculpate himself by saying the cardinal occasioned the dispute, and that he had only deprived him of his life in defence of his own. "How," replied Cosmo, who perfectly knew Giovanni's sweet and amiable temper: "how darest thou in excuse of thy own detestable passions pretend to blacken the innocence of the victim thou hast already slaughtered!" Taking the fatal dagger, which was then hanging at Garzia's side, and holding him by the arm, "I am determined," he added, "to put to death such a domestic monster." He then fell upon his knees, prayed for the approbation of heaven upon the action, and for its pardon to a criminal son, which the most unfortunate of fathers implored for him-rose up-embraced Garzia in his paternal arms-thrust him to a little distance turned his face, and plunged the dagger in his bosom! Severity, perhaps sage and prudent, if the grand duke was led to it by the mere sense of justice, but still frightful, horrible and unexampled. From an apprehension that such a tragical event might

shake the foundations of a recent sovereignty, the wretched father, as an able and judicious prince, buried in silence a history which was known only to a few persons. The deaths of the two brothers were concealed for some days, and afterward it was publicly announced that they had been cut off by a contagious disorder. The intemperance of the air had occasioned many epidemical complaints, which had proved fatal during the summer, to great num. bers of people, and it served to strengthen the account that Cosmo propagated; but the grand duchess did not long survive the horrible catastrophe, and died of grief. The most magnificent obsequies were bestowed on both the brothers at Florence, and to conceal more effectually what was wished to be buried in everlasting oblivion, a funeral oration was also pronounced on Garzia, and extraordinary praises were purposely lavished on his memory.-Mem. of the House of Medici.

MOURAT BEY.

A PEASANT, near Damascus, in year that locusts covered the plains of Syria, to supply the urgent necessities of his family, was daily obliged to sell a part of his cattle. This resource was very soon exhausted; and the unhappy father, borne by the present calamity, went to the town to sell his implements of labor. Whilst he was cheapening some corn, newly arrived from Damietta, he heard of the successes of Mourat Bey, who, after vanquishing his enemies, had entered Grand Cairo in triumph. They painted the size, the character, the origin of this warrior. They related the manner in which he had arisen from a state of slavery to his present greatness. The astonished countryman immediately knew him to be one of his sons, carried off from him at eleven years old. He lost no time in conveying to his family the provisions he had purchased, recounted what he had learnt, and determined to set out for Egypt. His wife and children bathed him with their tears, offering up their vows for his safe return. He went to the port of Alexandretta, where he embarked, and landed at Damietta. But, a son