in the side in an affair with the French on the borders of France. It was merely a slight wound, and was dressed on the spot. The Duke, on receiving it, exclaimed, Hit at last!' and seemed much pleased."

LEAVE TO GET MARRIED.

The Duke once said that he never knew any army

whose officers had so many "private affairs." At the termination of one of the campaigns, when the troops went into cantonments, there was a long list of applications founded on this plea. He ran his eye over the names until he came to one applicant who asked for leave -to get married. "Oh!" said the Duke, "I can understand what this man means: let him go."

DID HE RECOLLECT MOREAU?

During the day (of Waterloo) the colonel commanding the British artillery observed to the Duke: I have got the exact range of the spot where Bonaparte and his staff are standing. If your Grace will allow me, I think I can pick some of them off." No, no," replied he; "generals-in-chief have something else to do in a great battle besides firing at each other."

LES BRAVES BELGES.

On one occasion, when a Belgic regiment fairly ran off, Lord Wellington rode up and said: "My lads, you must be a little blown come, do take your breath for a moment, and then we'll go back and try if we can do a little better;" and he actually carried them back to the charge.

AFTER THE BATTLE.

On the morning after the fight of Waterloo, orders were transmitted to the proper authorities to make the usual specific account of killed and wounded, and forthwith to bring it to the Commander-in-Chief. Dr. Hume, principal medical attendant on his Grace's staff, on preparing the list, hastened to the Duke's tent, and giving the pass-word, was ushered in by the sentinel. His Grace was asleep. The doctor was aware of the fatigue the Duke's system had undergone, and hesitated to wake him. The order of the Duke, on the other hand, had been issued with more than usual peremptoriness; and the doctor ventured to give the Duke a shake. In an instant his Grace, dressed as he had been in full regimentals, was sitting on the bedside. Read," was the significant command. For more than an hour had the doctor read aloud the harrowing list, and then his voice failed, and his throat choked with emotion. He tried to continue, but could not. Instinctively he raised his eyes to the Duke. Wellington was still sitting, with his hands raised and clasped convulsively before him. Big tears were coursing down his cheeks. In a moment, the Duke was conscious of the doctor's silence, and, recovering himself, looked up and caught his eye. "Read on," was the stern command; and while his physician continued for hours, the Iron Duke" sat by the bedside, clasping his hands, and rocking his body to and fro with emotion.

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TWO EVIDENT FABRICATIONS.

Some of the Duke's guests were discussing the circumstances of the battle of Waterloo in his presence. It was not his habit to take an active part in any conversation referring to his own campaigns. But on this occasion the arrival of Blucher, the absence of Grouchy, and other similar topics, together with the antecedent probabilities as to the issue of the great conflict, being freely talked of, the Duke suddenly said: "If I had had the army which was broken up at Bordeaux, the battle would not have lasted for four hours."

A nobleman ventured, in a moment of conviviality at his Grace's table, to put this question to him:-"Allow me to ask, as we are all here titled, if you were not surprised at Waterloo?" To which the Duke responded, "No; but I am now."

This last story has been related of a portraitpainter, who, wishing to call a sudden expres

sion into the face of the Duke, risked this impertinence for the purpose. As to the first, we happen to have heard a worthy editor boast that he had himself invented it.

The following is from the volume called "The Wisdom of Wellington :—”

THE DUKE AND THE BISHOP.

"When the British army was on the march in Spain, its commander sometimes called on the ecclesiastical authorities, who conducted him over the churches and cathedrals. 'It is a noble building,' Lord Wellington would say, for he spoke Spanish: what lofty windows! how can you clean them?'- O, we have ladders.'-'Indeed, but where can you deposit such long ladders?' The information was willingly given, and the next morning these long ladders formed part of the British baggage, to be useful at the next siege."

THE DUKE'S DUEL WITH LORD WINCHILSEA.

On February 5, 1829, the policy of the government with regard to Catholic Emancipation was plainly announced in the speech from the throne, and immediately afterwards, the Duke in the Lords, and Mr. Peel in the Commons, met the exigencies of their respective positions by manful acknowledgment and unanswerable reasoning. Yet the success was not without its cost. Protestant Societies wept over the "lost consistency" of the Great Duke. The Duke had been chosen patron of King's College, in the Strand, which had been established to combat the rival seminary in Gower-street. On the disclosure of the ministerial policy, Lord Winchilsea, writing to a gentleman connected with the new establishment, spoke of the Duke and his patronship in these terms :"Late political events have convinced me that the whole transaction was intended as a blind to the Protestant and High-Church party; that the noble Duke, who had for some time previous to that period determined upon breaking in upon the constitution of 1688, might the more effectually, under the cloak of some outward show of zeal for the Protestant religion, carry on his insidious designs for the infringement of our liberties and the introduction of Popery into every department of the State." These expressions, coming from such a quarter, appeared to the Duke to call for personal notice; and after a vain essay of explanation, the Prime Minister of England, attended by Sir Henry Hardinge, and the Earl of Winchilsea, attended by Lord Falmouth, met in Battersea Fields on the 21st of March, in full session, to discharge loaded pistols at each other on a question concerning the Protestant religion. The life of the great captain, however, was not exposed to danger. Lord Winchilsea, after receiving the Duke's shot, fired in the air, and then tendered the apology in default of which the encounter had occurred.

It was said that on this occasion Lord Winchilsea's second had put him up near to a ditch, and that the Duke, observing the position with a true military eye, pointed it out to Sir Henry Hardinge. "Tell him. He'll fall into the ditch.”

THE DUKE AND LORD HILL.

Upon the occasion of the birth of the PrincessRoyal the Duke was in the act of leaving Buckingham Palace, when he met Lord Hill; in answer to whose inquiries about her Majesty and the little stranger, his Grace replied, "Very fine child, and very red, very red; nearly as red as you, Hill!" a jocose allusion to Lord Hill's claret complexion.

This is like the Duke; the following is very unlike the Duke's style, which was always laconic, but never conceitedly epigrammatic.

66 SELL, OR SAIL."

An officer of the 46th once got leave of absence from his regiment (then stationed at Cape Coast Castle) for six months, and at the expiration of that time applied for a renewal of it; but the answer he received was truly laconic, and characteristic of the Duke: it consisted of three small words11 Sell or sail!"

What does Mr. Paul Foskett think of this?

PEEL

When, upon the death of Sir Robert Peel, the Duke of Wellington sought to express what seemed to him most admirable in the character of his friend, he said that he was the truest man he had ever known.

STRATHFIELDSAY.

The estate of Strathfieldsay, which, the Duke used to say, would have ruined any man but himself, has had more done for it in the shape of permanent improvements -of draining, of chalking, of substantial farm premises and such like-than, perhaps, any other single property in the south of England. It was a wretched investment of the public money; but the Duke, true to his maxim, did the best he could with it, and the annual income for a long series of years has been regularly laid out upon it. Again, not one shilling of the rental did the Duke ever expend, except upon the improvement of the property. He neither laid by so much a year in the funds, nor did he consider himself entitled to devote the money derived from it to his own uses. "I am a rich man," was his arguments, "which the next Duke of Wellington will not be. I am therefore determined that he shall receive his patrimony in the very best order; and if he cannot keep it so, the fault will not be mine."

ATTEMPT TO ASSASSINATE THE DUKE.

On February 11th, 1818, as the Duke in his carriage was entering the gate of his hotel at Paris, Cantillon fired a pistol at his Grace, but missed his aim. Cantillon and his accomplice, named Marinot, were tried in the next year, but were acquitted. Napoleon, who died May 5 1821, left Cantillon a legacy of 10,000 francs for this atrocity in the fifth item of the fourth codicil to his will,

as follows:

"We bequeath ten thousand francs to the subaltern officer, Cantillon, who has undergone a trial upon the charge of having endeavoured to assassinate Lord Wellington, of which he was pronounced innocent. Cantillon had as much right to assassinate that oligarchist as the latter had to send me to perish on the rock of St. Helena."

Cantillon was of Irish descent: his great grandfather, James Cantillon, of Ballyhigue, Captain in the Guards of James II., accompanied that monarch to France, and, joining the Irish Brigade, received eleven wounds at the battle of Malplaquet. Mary Cantillon, daughter of Robert Cantillon, Esq., of Limerick, first cousin of this Captain James Cantillon, married Maurice O'Connell, Esq., Derrynane, uncle of the late Daniel O'Connell, M.P.

ANOTHER.

Another attempt was made upon the life of the Duke in 1816. In June, a few days before he left Paris for London, he gave, at the palace of the Elysée Bourbon, a grand farewell fite, to which the younger Bourbon princes, many distinguished members of the government and court, and all the English of rank in the capital, were invited. The servant of one of the guests, happening to be waiting in the street, perceived a smoke coming from one of the cellars. He instantly gave the alarm, and a lighted rag was found near a barrel of gunpowder and two barrels of oil. The danger was quietly removed, and no interruption occurred to the entertainment.

THE DUKE AND THE AURIST.

On one occasion the Duke's deafness was alluded to by Lady A, who asked if she was sitting on his right side, and if he had benefited by the operations which she

heard had been performed, and had been so painful to him. He said, in reply, that the gentleman had been bold enough to ask him for a certificate, but that he had really been of no service to him, and that he could only answer him by saying, "I tell you what, I won't say a word about it.'

RED TAPE.

The Duke, when Premier, was the terror of the idlers in Downing-street. On one occasion, when the Treasury clerks told him that some required mode of making up the accounts was impracticable, they were met with the curt reply, "Never mind, if you can't do it, I'll send you half-a-dozen pay-serjeants that will;" a hint that they did not fail to take.

GENTILITY AND EXPENSE.

The vulgar habit of associating the notion of gentility with expense is invariably discountenanced at the clubs. The Duke, some dozen years since, might often be seen at the Senior United-Service Club, dining on a joint; and on one occasion, when he was charged fifteenpence, instead of a shilling, for it, he bestirred himself till the odd threepence was struck off. The motive was obvious: he took the trouble of objecting to give his sanction to the principle.

THE DUKE AND THE ARTISTS.

The Duke became the purchaser of one of the large pictures of Waterloo, painted by Sir William Allan, and exhibited at the Royal Academy. After the picture had become the property of the Duke, the artist was instructed to call at the Horse Guards on a certain day to receive payment. Punctual to the hour appointed, Sir William met his Grace, who proceeded to count out the price of the picture; when the artist suggested that, to save the time of one whose every hour was devoted to his duty, a cheque might be given on the Duke's bankers. No answer was vouchsafed, however; and Sir William, naturally supposing that his modest hint might not have been heard, repeated it-"Perhaps your Grace would give me a cheque on your bankers: it would save you the trouble of counting notes." This time the old hero had heard, and, whether irritated at being stopped in the middle of his enumeration, or speaking his real sentiment, we know not, but turning half round he replied, with rather a peculiar expression of voice and countenance," And do you suppose I would allow Coutts's people to know what a fool I had been?"

PHILOPROGENITIVENESS.

An interesting little girl was present during the sitting, and amused herself with some childish attempts at drawing what she called the "windows of the opposite house," which she desired to draw the Duke's attention to. ting her on the head, he observed, "Very meritorious! very ingenious! I'm considered a great favourite with

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children. I was at the house of Lord S- the other

day, and a fine little fellow was there who had evidently been told that I was coming, and was on the look out for me. He called soldiers Rub-a-dubs.' As soon as I went in he came up to me, and said, 'You are not a Rub-adub at all, for you don't wear a red coat!" His Grace soon, however, remarked, that he was not always fortunate with children. "I was lately," said the Duke, “in the house of a French marquis. They brought in a little child to see me: I wanted to take it in my arms, but the child seemed to have a great aversion to me, and shrunk from me; so I said to the little thing, Pourquoi?' and, clinging to the nurse, it said, 'Il bat tout le monde!" I suppose she had heard her nurse say so, and thought I should beat her.”

WHAT THE DUKE COULD GO THROUGH IN ONE DAY, IN 1852.

The last anniversary meeting of the Elder Brethren of the Trinity House was an extremely wet day; still it did not prevent the illustrious Master joining his colleagues at Tower Hill, and accompanying them to Deptford. At

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the alms-houses, each of the brethren is presented with a bouquet; and the struggle amongst the girls has always been to get that of the Duke, who has invariably given his away on these occasions, as the lucky recipient is sure of very soon getting a husband. Such is the belief amongst the fair residents at Deptford. The business at the alms-houses having terminated, the girls crowded rand the great warrior to obtain his bouquet. Duke enjoyed their suspense very much. At last, seeing a charming girl in the second or third rank, he pushed through the crowd, and passed the bouquet into her hands. His Grace returned with the party to the banquet at the Trinity House, and, on sitting down, he appeared in excellent spirits, saying to the chairman-" I have to be at the Queen's juvenile party at Windsor to-night, so you will let me away early." He, however, remained until nearly ten, when he had to return to Apsley House to change his dress, and then join the royal circle before midnight at Windsor Castle.

The shrewd old soldier evidently knew that the sure way to make the charm work was to give his bouquet to the prettiest girl.

Mr. Wood, the author of one of the best of these little volumes (it is called "The Wisdom of Wellington"), has given many specimens of those quaint terse answers which have so often amused the public. We take leave to appropriate two or three.

The Duke having received a note from a tradesman requesting payment of an account of the Marquis of Douro's, then on the continent, replied:

F.M. the Duke of Wellington presents his compliments to Mr., and thanks him for his politeness. The Duke begs to decline to give his name as a subscriber to the book in question; but if he learns that it is a good book he may become a purchaser.

The Duke's remedy against fanaticism was, a good chaplain.

London, July 19, 1848. F.M. the Duke of Wellington presents his compliments to Mr. Burns. He is very desirous that the soldiers of the army should have a sense of religion: the higher the sense of religion in a man, the better soldier he will be

come.

But he does not approve of prayer-meetings, as they are called, among them. A meeting for a good purpose is easily turned into a meeting for a bad one; and all these meetings are inconsistent with discipline. If the Duke of Wellington, as Commander-in-Chief, should bear of prayer-meetings in any regiment, he should send a Fed chaplain to attend such regiment. That is his practice!

J.O. Burns, Esq. Edinburgh, N.B.

THE DUKE'S GALLANTRY.

At a grand banquet given to the Duke by the City of London, on his return in 1814, every one had the honour of shaking hands with the hero and the royal dukes, and one of the younger ladies were saluted by his grace. Perhaps the following is the most characteristic of the F. M. correspondence which has Jet seen the light.

As Mr. feels that his letter needs apology, the Duke will say no more on that subject; but he must add that, as there is not a church, chapel, glebe-house, school, nor even a pagoda, built from the north to the south pole, or within the utmost limits of the earth, to which he (the Duke of Wellington) is not called upon to contribute, the Duke is not surprised that Mr. having already raised 7500 towards the restoration of his church, should make application to the Duke, who has nothing to say, either to or to shire.

The parson sold the letter for five guineas, and entered the amount, as he fairly might, "Contribution of the Duke of Wellington.

We have promised ourselves and our readers to abstain from any thing which can look like We have not space, and if we had, we say it an estimate of the character of Wellington. unaffectedly, we have not the power to do this well-we doubt whether three men in England have-and we would not do it ill. W cannot, however, refrain from an extract from the article from the Journal des Debats, written by M. Lemoinne, and translated under the title of "Wellington from a French point of view:"_

When, some years ago, we commented upon the death of Peel, we said "There is now remaining in England but one great individual power, the Duke of Wellington. When that column of granite, which still divides the brewing elements of strife, shall have disappeared, then there will be no human force left to prevent the collision, and God only knows what will burst out of it." Wellington is no more, and justly does England weep over him, for his death, however expected, is an irreparable loss. The old Duke, the Iron Duke, was the shield which covered the crown and the aristocracy, which still stopped the popular wave: he will no longer stand there. With him disappears a whole world, a whole order of things. He was in Europe the last and great representative of resistance to the French Revolution; he had always opposed it. It is often said that he was "lucky." Nothing is less true. This is said of gamblers; but there never was a man, on the contrary, who was less indebted to Fortune, that is, to chance.

He spent his long life in struggling against the tide. He struggled in vain: the tide is stronger. After every battle, the representatives of old society fancied that it was the end of the struggle, and said: Jordanus conversus est retrorsum. Addressing Wellington on his return from the continental war, Canning said, in his beautiful language-"The formidable deluge which had swept the Continent begins to subside; the limits of nations are again visible; and the steeples and turrets of ancient states begin to re-appear above the subsiding wave." Well, it has come back again: the deluge, the irresistible wave, once more broke its bars, in 1830, in 1848, in 1851; and it has still swept the steeples and turrets of old. Wellington was one of those towers which rose above the waters: he is no more. It is another

large stone which falls from the old European fabric, and the present generation, anxiously bent over the gulf of the future, listens to its fall into the unfathomable deep."

putants, and confining ourselves to men who laboriously search out facts and weigh their value, there is not one who, in the present day, doubts that Mary Stuart was an adultress and a murderer. If the ladies in a body, however, should insist upon it that she was not so, we are quite ready to burn our inconvenient papers, only hoping, as we throw up our caps for queen. Mary, that when they blow up their husbands the noise may not be so loud, nor the operation so fatal; and when their husbands may happen to be murdered, they will at least allow a more decent period to elapse before they mate with the assassin.

Miss Strickland is read almost exclusively by ladies; and a great deal of the evidence of Mary's case is quite unfit for female eyes. We shall be curious to see how the authoress will bear herself honestly in the controversy, and yet avoid the difficulty.

Miss Strickland conducts her narrative with her usual attention to the lively and picturesque capabilities of her subject. As a specimen of her work, interesting and amusing as all her writings are, we shall extract her account of that episode in her heroine's life-the mad love and the sad fate of Chastellar:

THE LOVE OF CHASTELLAR.

Mary, as a Queen, gave gold and jewels to Chastellar in return for the literary offerings he laid at her feet; and this was proper, for while she patronised the poet, she, by her rewards, marked the difference in degree between her and the man. Unfortunately she was a poet herself, and the pride of authorship induced her to display her own talent by responding in verse to the stanzas he addressed to her, and, by so doing, induced presumptuous vanity in the excitable temperament of Chastellar. In reply to his master's unwelcome and persevering addresses, she answered, as she had previously done to her cousin the King of Navarre-"If he had been single I might have been free to listen, but he is already married." Both these infatuated men offered to divorce their wives, in order to remove the obstacle of which the royal beauty had courteously reminded them. Mary's rejoinder corveved, with emphatic brevity, the horror with which she revolted from the iniquitous proposal. "I have a soul," said she, and I would not endanger it by breaking God's laws for all the world could offer."

Chastellar, though infinitely beneath his lord in rank and position, possessed the advantage of being free from matrimonial fetters. He was a Huguenot gentleman of an ancient family in Dauphiny, and the nephew, maternally, of the celebrated Bayard, whose chivalric disposition he inherited. He was handsome, and excelled not only in music and poetry, but in all courtly exercises, riding, tilting, and dancing. The favour with which he was treated by the queen excited the envy and jealousy of the Scottish nobles. She condescended too much, it was considered, in allowing him to accompany her on the lute when she sang, and was blamed for selecting him for her partner in a dance called the Purpose, in the course of which each pair in turn was privileged to hold a private conference, which was not necessarily a flirtation. The great reformer of the north censures this fashionable dance of Mary Stuart's court as "uncomely for honest women," adding expressions not convenient for repetition. What would he have thought of the German valse and polka, in which many of the fair and noble daughters of

the Church of Scotland indulge without risking rebuke from the elders of the kirk-session? It is easy to imagine that the conversation and acquirements of the French chevalier were particularly acceptable to Mary at a season when she had every reason to feel dissatisfied with herself, and was glad of any resource to divert her mind from dwelling on the tragical results of her late progress in Aberdeenshire; nor could she have been aware that her patronage, by exciting fatal hopes in a sensitive heart, was preparing another tragedy to darken the annals of her reign.

It was thus the audacious Huguenot expiated his passion:

THE FATE OF CHASTELLAR.

An adventure of a most annoying nature befel Mary on the 12th of February 1562-3, followed by circumstances of a very tragic character. The French poet, Chastellar, whom she, as a patroness of the belles lettres, and formerly queen of France, had considered it proper to treat with great distinction, having unfortunately misconceived his position, and become as mad for love of her as the unfortunate Earl of Arran-who, the reader will remember, fancied in some of his delirious hallucinations that he was her husband, and had a right to occupy the same apartment-concealed himself one night under her bed. Chastellar was discovered, fortunately for Mary, by her ladies before she entered her chamber, and expelled. The circumstance was sufficiently alarming, for he had a sword and dagger beside him, and the frenzied romance of a Frenchman of genius was then, as now, sometimes productive of the most horrible impulses. The queen was not informed of the occurrence till the next day. Highly offended at his audacity, she sent a stern message expressive of her displeasure, and ordered him to quit her court and realm. She left Edinburgh herself the following day for Dunfermline, on her way to St. Andrew's. Chastellar followed her with maniacal infatuation, and on the night of the 14th, when she slept at Burntisland, as soon as she entered her chamber, rushed from a secret recess where he had concealed himself, and attempted to plead for pardon. Mary and her ladies screamed for help, and their united outcries brought the Earl of Moray, on whom, in her first spasm of alarm and anger, she called "to put his dagger into the villain." Moray quietly took the intruder into custody, and reminded the agitated queen “that it would not be for her honour if he were punished by a summary act of vengeance, but that he should be dealt with according to the laws of the realm." Chastellar was brought to a public trial at St. Andrew's, and condemned to lose his head for the offence of which he had been guilty. Great suit was made to Queen Mary for his pardon; but she, being of course aware that injurious imputations would be placed on her leniency if she spared him after a second attempt to violate the sanctity of her chamber, was inexorable.

Some unknown hand had engraved the following proverbial distich on one of the panels of her chamber :

"Sur front de Roy Que pardon soit."

In her case implying that

On the face of a queen Should grace be seen.

She ordered the words to be effaced, and observed, that for him there could be no grace.

It has been supposed, by a recent biographer of Mary Stuart, that the project that was devised for the deliverance of the unhappy man by young Erskine, the cousin of the captain of her guard, was with her cognisance; but, if so, it was defeated by the inflexibility of the Puritan gaoler, with whom Erskine tried to tamper. There was certainly no haste shewn in the execution of the sentence, which did not take place till February 22, ten