She saw a lady sit on a throne, The fairest that ever the sun shone on: A lion licked her hand of milk, And she held him in a leish of silk; And a leifu' maiden stood at her knee; With a silver wand and melting ee ; Her sovereign shield till love stole in, And poisoned all the fount within.

Then a gruff untoward bedes man came, And hundit the lion on his dame; And the guardian maid wi' the dauntless ee, She dropped a tear, and left her knee; And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled, Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead; A coffin was set on a distant plain, And she saw the red blood fall like rain : Then bonny Kilmeny's heart grew sair, And she turned away and could look nae mair.

Then the gruff grim carle girned amain, And they trampled him down, but he rose again; And he baited the lion to deeds of weir, Till he lapped the blood to the kingdom dear ; And weening his head was danger-preef, When crowned with the rose and clover-leaf, He gowled at the carle, and chased him away To feed wi' the deer on the mountain gray. He gowled at the carle, and he gecked at Heaven, But his mark was set, and his arles given. Kilmeny a while her een withdrew ; She looked again, and the scene was new.

She saw below her fair unfurled One half of all the glowing world, Where oceans rolled, and rivers ran, To bound the aims of sinful man.

She saw a people, fierce and fell,

Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell;

But to sing the sights Kilmeny saw,
So far surpassing nature's law,
The singer's voice wad sink away,

And the string of his harp wad cease to play.
But she saw till the sorrows of man were by,
And all was love and harmony ;-
Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away,
Like the flakes of snaw on a winter day.

Then Kilmeny begged again to see
The friends she had left in her ain countrye,
To tell of the place where she had been,
And the glories that lay in the land unseen ;
To warn the living maidens fair,

The loved of Heaven, the spirits' care,
That all whose minds unmeled remain
Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.

With distant music soft and deep,
They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep;
And when she awakened, she lay her lane,
All happed with flowers in the green-wood wene.
When seven lang years had come and fled;
When grief was calm, and hope was dead;
When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name,
Late, late in a gloamin Kilmeny came hame.
And O, her beauty was fair to see,
But still and steadfast was her ee!
Such beauty bard may never declare,
For there was no pride nor passion there;
And the soft desire of maiden's een

In that mild face could never be seen.
Her seymar was the lily flower,

And her cheek the moss rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodye

That floats along the twilight sea.

But she loved to raike the lanely glen,

And keep afar frae the haunts of men ;
Her holy hymns unheard to sing,
To suck the flowers and drink the spring.
But wherever her peaceful form appeared,
The wild beasts of the hill were cheered;
The wolf played blythely round the field,
The lordly byson lowed and kneeled ;
The dun deer wooed with manner bland,
And cowered aneath her lily hand.
And when at eve the woodlands rung,
When hymns of other worlds she sung
In ecstasy of sweet devotion,

O, then the glen was all in motion!
The wild beasts of the forest came,

Broke from their boughts and faulds the tame,
And goved around, charmed and amazed ;
Even the dull cattle crooned and gazed,

And murmured and looked with anxious pair

For something the mystery to explain.
The buzzard came with the throstle-cock;
The corby left her houf in the rock;
The blackbird alang wi' the eagle flew ;

stables, where they were fighting, making friends, and playing tricks from morning to night, during the holidays. Indeed, it was from young Mac that we first heard of Madame de Flieflac, of whom my Jemmy robbed Lady Kilblazes, as I before have related. When our friend the Baron first saw Madame, a very tender greeting passed between them; for they had, as it appeared, been old friends abroad. 46 Sapristic," said the Baron, in his lingo, "que jais tu ici, Aminande!" "Et

toi, mon pavere Chicot," says she, "est-ce qu'on fa mis à la retraite ! Il paraît que tu n'est plus Général che: Frames" "Chut!" says the Baron, putting his finger to his lips.

"What are they saying, my dear?" says my wife to Jemimarann, who had a pretty knowledge of the language by this time.

"I don't know what Sapristic means, mamma; but the Baron asked Madame what she was doing here; and Madame said, And you, Chicot, you are no more a General at Franco.'-Have I not translated rightly, Madame!" "Ou, mon chow, mon ange. Yase, my angel, my cabbage, quite right. Figure yourself, I have known my dear Chicot dis twenty years."

"Chicot is my name of baptism," says the Baron; "Baron Chicot de Punter is my name." "And being a General at Franco," says Jemmy, means, I suppose, being a French General?" "Yes, I vas," said he, "General Baron de Punter west-a pas, Aménaide?"

"Oh, yes!" said Madame Flieflac, and laughed; and I and Jemmy laughed out of politeness: and a pretty laughing matter it was, as you shall hear. About this time my Jemmy became one of the

66

"APPEAL.

BRITISH WASHERWOMAN'S-ORPHANS' HOME. "The Washerwoman's-Orphans' Home has now been established seven years, and the good which it has effected is, it may be confidently stated, incalculable. Ninety-eight orphan children of Washerwomen have been lodged within its walls. One hundred and two British Washerwomen have been relieved when in the last stage of decay. ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT THOUSAND articles of male and female dress have been washed, mended, buttoned, ironed, and mangled in the Establishment. And, by an arrangement with the

we appeal. Is there one of you that will not respond to the cry in behalf of these deserving members of our sex?

"It has been determined by the Ladies-Patronesses to give a fête at Beulah Spa, on Thursday, July 25; which will be graced with the first foreign and native TALENT; by the first foreign and native RANK; and where they beg for the attendance of every WASHERWOMAN'S FRIEND."

Her Highness the Princess of Schloppenzollernschwigmaringen, the Duke of Sacks-Tubbingen, His Excellency Baron Strumpff, His Excellency Lootf-Allee-Koolee-Bismillah-Mohamed-RusheedAllah, the Persian Ambassador, Prince FutteeJaw, Envoy from the King of Oude, His Excellency Don Alonzo di Cachachero-y-Fandango-y-Casta

ñete, the Spanish Ambassador, Count Ravioli, from Milan, the Envoy of the Republic of Topinambo, and a host of other fashionables, promised to honour the festival: and their names made a famous show in the bills. Besides these we had the celebrated band of Moscowmusiks, the seventyseven Transylvanian trumpeters, and the famous Bohemian Minnesingers; with all the leading artists of London, Paris, the Continent, and the rest of Europe.

I leave you to fancy what a splendid triumph for the British Washerwoman's Home was to come off on that day. A beautiful tent was erected, in which the Ladies-Patronesses were to meet; it was hung round with specimens of the skill of the washerwomen's-orphans; ninety-six of whom were to be feasted in the gardens, and waited on by the Ladies-Patronesses.

Well, Jemmy and my daughter, Madame de Flicflac, myself, the Count, Baron Punter, Tug, and Tagrag, all went down in the chariot and barouche-and-four, quite eclipsing poor Lady Kilblazes and her carriage-and-two.

There was a fine cold collation, to which the friends of the Ladies-Patronesses were admitted, after which, my ladies and their beaux went strolling through the walks; Tagrag and the Count having each an arm of Jemmy; the Baron giving an arm a-piece to Madame and Jemimarann. Whilst they were walking, whom should they light upon but poor Orlando Crump, my successor in the perfumery and hair-cutting.

Flicflac and the Baron; going off herself with the other gentlemen, in order to join us.

It appears they had not been seated very long, when Madame Flicflac suddenly sprang up, with an exclamation of joy, and rushed forward to a friend whom she saw pass.

The Baron was left alone with Jemimarann; and whether it was the champagne, or that my dear girl looked more than commonly pretty, I don't know; but Madame Flicflac had not been gone a minute, when the Baron dropped on his knees and made her a regular declaration.

Poor Orlando Crump had found me out by this time, and was standing by my side, listening, as melancholy as possible, to the famous Bohemian Minnesingers, who were singing the celebrated words of the poet Gothy :—

"Ich bin ya hupp lily lee, du bist ya hupp lily lee, Wir sind doch hupp lily lee, hupp la lily lee. "Chorus-Yodle-odle-odle-odle-odle-odle hupp! yodle-odle

aw-o-o-o!"

They were standing with their hands in their waistcoats, as usual, and had just came to the "oo-o," at the end of the chorus of the forty-seventh stanza, when Orlando started: "That's a scream!" says he. "Indeed it is," says I; "and, but for the fashion of the thing, a very ugly scream too:" when I heard another shrill "Oh !" as I thought; and Orlando bolted off, crying, "By heavens, it's her voice!" "Whose voice?" says I. "Come and see the row," says Tag. And off we went, with a considerable number of people, who saw this

as a label, and holding out her hand.

We came to the tent, and there we found my

ing as white as pomatum.

"Sir!" says Jemmy as stately as a Duchess. "What! madam," says poor Crump, "don't you remember your shopboy?"

"Dearest mamma, don't you recollect Orlando?" whimpers Jemimarann, whose hand he had got hold of.

"Miss Tuggeridge-Coxe," says Jemmy, "I'm surprised at you. Remember, sir, that our position is altered, and oblige me by no more familiarity." "Insolent fellow !" says the Baron, "vat is dis canaille?"

"Canal yourself, Monseer," says Orlando, now grown quite furious; he broke away, quite indignant, and was soon lost in the crowd. Jemimarann, as soon as he was gone, began to look very pale and ill; and her mamma, therefore, took her to a tent, where she left her along with Madame

smelling bottle; the Baron, on the ground, holding a handkerchief to his bleeding nose; and Orlando squaring at him, and calling on him to fight if he dared.

My Jemmy looked at Crump very fierce. "Take that feller away," says she; "he has insulted a French nobleman, and deserves transportation, at the least."

Poor Orlando was carried off. "I've no patience with the little minx," says Jemmy, giving Jemimarann a pinch. "She might be a Baron's lady; and she screams out because his Excellency did but squeeze her hand."

"Oh, mamma! mamma!" sobs poor Jemimarann, "but he was t-t-tipsy."

"T-t-tipsy and the more shame for you, you hussy, to be offended with a nobleman who does not know what he is doing."

climes, by sea and by shore, one Jack Skey and I met together at Chapu, that dirty, out-of-the-way, little-known town and port on the north-east coast of China.

At this time the great civil war was raging its fiercest, and the Taiping revolutionists, having captured the city, as well as the treaty-port, Ningpo, seemed, by their uninterrupted successes, upon the point of proving victorious in the long and sanguinary struggle, which had already lasted some fourteen years, between them selves and the Imperial Tartar government of Pekin.

Their extreme good fellowship, their warmlyexpressed feelings of friendship for Europeans, and the high enthusiasm evidently pervading their whole body, made a great impression on us both; the consequence being that, regardless of the Foreign Enlistment Act, we were induced to respond to their pressing solicitations, and enter their military service.

The chief whom we joined was a tall, bronzed, and gallant soldier, in the prime and vigour of manhood. He appeared indeed, clad in his yellow silken hood and princely robes, the very beau-ideal of a dashing Asiatic warrior. We found that he commanded an army corps of fighting men at least seventy thousand strong, and that he was known as the Se-wong, or Western Prince, one of the great nobles and military chiefs of the new native dynasty, which had been established with its court and emperor at the ancient city of Nankin during the last twelve years.

We found that the Taipings professed to be Christians, or followers of "Ye-su," and had the most inordinate desire to be upon friendly terms with foreigners, whom they called "yang yoongte" (foreign brethren), in very pleasing contrast to the ways of their Imperial opponents, the followers of Prince Kung and colleagues of Pekin, the government of the Tartar emperor, who never know us but as "yang quitzos" (foreign devils).

After several months' successful campaigning, our general marched to the great city of Soochow, on the Grand Canal, in the heart of the silk districts, which had become one of the most

from his relative, the celebrated Chung-wong, commander-in-chief of the Taiping armies, to march at once upon the city of Song-kong, near Shanghai, with ten thousand men.

The city had lately been taken by a combined force of Imperialist braves and disciplined, foreignofficered Chinese troops under General Ward, an American soldier of fortune.

The Se-wong, who was one of the best Taiping generals and strategists, being partial to sudden attacks and surprises by night, determined to keep his army in concealment as near the city as possible, and then towards daylight, when its weak points had been spied out, to try and carry it by a coup de main, being totally without artillery of any sort with which to batter and besiege it-heavy guns being unknown to Chinese armies, pure and simple, on the march.

It was nearly evening by the time our forces were encamped, and then, foolishly enough-nearly fatally, as the sequel will show-I and my friend volunteered to reconnoitre the city. Taking with us only two very active and fearless-looking officers of the Se-wong's guards, we left our horses with one of the outlying pickets, and then, after passing beyond the line of our strong scouting parties hidden amongst the woods on the slope of the hills, we crept stealthily forward along the bottom of a shallow, dry canal.

After proceeding in this way for some distance, we came to a part where, between flat, open, and closely-cropped rice-fields, now dry, neglected, and no longer irrigated, the sunken channel we were following led straight and open to the city walls, of which, in the distance, we could just catch a glimpse.

As it would have been highly imprudent to advance any further by this way, we slowly and cautiously emerged from the canal, and walked rapidly across a paddy-field to where a number of the ancient verdure-clad tombs, common about that part of the country, offered a good place of concealment. We had almost reached the desired shelter when A-sing, one of our native companions, suddenly cried, "Be quick! be quick!" adding that he could see flags showing over a bank some distance in our front.

Knowing the almost preternatural keenness of vision this young Taiping possessed, we did not stay to question the accuracy of his statement, but at once hurried behind the tombs.

The shades of evening were falling so dark, and casting such long black shadows from tree, tomb,