THE UNITED STATES LITERARY GAZETTE. Published on the first and fifteenth day of every month, by Cummings, Hilliard, & Co. No. 1 Cornhill, Boston.-Terms, $5 per annum, payable in July. VOL. I. REVIEWS. Lionel Lincoln; or, The Leaguer of Boston. 12mo. BOSTON, MARCH 1, 1825. No. 22. els, the reader, on the first introduction of bled of green fields, upon the strength of a personage, was generally favoured with an experience which was limited to an a minute account of his character, which area of an hundred feet, railed in with iron indeed he could not often have learned by and surrounded by flag-stones. But a series any other method; a part, by the way, of novels now implies a series of journeys. which veteran devourers of novels were apt The descriptions of an hundred pages may to skip, and most persons to forget before cost the author a trip of as many miles. As the reading class of the community in- they had made much progress. Authors In short, in these critical days, whether the creases in numbers and in wealth, the de- at present avoid committing themselves novelists deal with persons or things, they mand for new works of imagination neces- in this way, and prefer leaving it to the are compelled to paint from nature, instead sarily increases with it; and this has had the reader's ingenuity to discover the charac- of making new copies of bad pictures. effect of bringing into the market many ar-ter of each, by his language and conduct. The faculty of giving to a story that ticles of home manufacture. The love of So that if the latter should happen to mis-dramatic interest, which arises from variety fame, which was balanced in the minds of take, in any instance, the design, his own of character, forcible delineation, and picmany by diffidence and fear of loss, has dullness may come in for a share of that turesque grouping, or, in other words, the derived new energies from the hope of blame, which, before, fell wholly upon the powers of observation, discrimination, and profit. Of the supply thus produced, a author's want of observation. One conse- description are possessed by Mr Cooper in considerable portion has been of inferior quence of this new method is, that, as the a very high degree; and it is with national quality. This might have been foreseen; characters are, or, at least, are intended pride and pleasure that we see these powers but it was also to be expected, that, as the to be drawn from real life, the story not employed upon supjects so worthy of them. competition continued, some minds would unfrequently is totally destitute of a regu- Brief as is the period since history first saw be called into action, of ability sufficient to lar, impeccable, and all-accomplished hero, our infant nation cradled in a howling wilcommand a share of the praise and profit or heroine. This is an evil of magnitude derness, she has found much to tell of deeds attending upon excellence in this popular to those who were brought up in the days of high emprize. She offers to the novelist pursuit; whose success would encourage when the Mortimers and Belvilles were in abundance of materials,—the harvest is rich themselves to go on and improve, and fashion. But these inimitable patterns of enough, and we rejoice to welcome labourers others to follow. square-toed perfection are now regarded as so worthy to gather it. We are glad to be very uninteresting fellows. We can on- able to greet an American author, in terms ly be pleased with the representation of of good hearty commendation, instead of that man, as nature made him, a being subject cautious and somewhat dubious praise, which to affections and passions, capable of good- we are too often called on to bestow upon ness and greatness, but variable and err- works, which, as honest Andrew Fairservice ing, whose thread is a mingled yarn, and observes, "are ower bad for blessing, and whose virtues and vices alternately ennoble ower gude for banning," without a good and debase him. deal of neutralizing qualification. Such expectations have been justified by the result. We have had a considerable and rapidly increasing number of American authors. A large proportion of their works, it must be admitted, are but indifferent, when compared with those of their British prototypes. But some among them have been such as the critics, on either side of the Atlantic, have ventured to praise, and, what is to the author's purpose, the public delighted to read. The natural or artificial objects, amid which the incidents occur, must likewise be delineated with that force of colouring, and minute accuracy of detail, which identify the particular scene of action, and for want of which, the same forests have frowned, and the same dungeons yawned for thousands of heroes to seek their re cesses, and the same ruinous stair-ways and corridors echoed, while the self-moving clock struck one, to fright the souls of countless heroines. The following is an outline of the story of the work before us. Lionel Lincoln, a native of Boston, becoming entitled, on the failure of male heirs in a direct line, to a baronetcy and large estate in England, sails for that country, for the purpose of taking possession. He leaves behind him his wife and infant, in the care of his aunt and godmother, Mrs Lechmere. In the same house is a young woman, whom he had seduced, previous to his marriage, and by whom he had also a son. On his return, he finds his wife dead, and, what is worse, he is informed by his aunt, that she had been unfaithful, and this information is confirmed by the oath of the young woman abovementioned, Abigail Pray. The motive of the former in fabricating this story, for it proves to be unfounded, was, by diminishing his sorrow for the loss of his wife, to render him more susceptible of the charms of her daughter, whom she was ambitious of the bird's nest, evinced the unerring na- beholding as the lady of a baronet, and the ture of the instinct of their framers. With head of the house of Lincoln. The latter, just so much knowledge of sunshine, as they on her part, hoped to regain her former could obtain through the medium of the hold on his affections, and become Lady smoke of a metropolis, they dwelt for pages Lincoln herself. Both seem to have forupon the glories of an Italian sky, and bab-gotten the proverbial thanklessness of the The taste of the novel-readers of this age requires something very different from the delicate distresses and complicated stories, with their machinery of trap-doors and dark-lanterns, which puzzled the brains and harrowed up the souls of more romantic generations. We are not disappointed, if the plot is something less than inscrutable to any but the reader of the five last pages, nor dissatified, if the incidents are This requisition imposes upon modern neither very crowded nor very improbable. authors the necessity of actually seeing The character of the novels of the present day the places, which they intend to describe. is more closely allied to that of the drama, in Their predecessors could travel in their garthe course of which characters, imaginary in- rets, as the impudent fabricator of the addeed in that situation, make their entrances ventures of Damberger did through the and exits, and play their parts in accord- centre of Africa, describing successive ance with motives and passions, which have hordes of Boshmen, as identical as so many a real existence in the human heart. The troops of buffaloes, and successive kraals author has only to invent, or, if he pleases, of Hottentots, which, like the bee-hive and to borrow the outlines of a story, which shall place his actors in circumstances favourable to the powerful development of their particular ruling passions, and to make them speak and act, in such situations, consistently and naturally. In the older nov Job does wish him good health-Job loves the This half-witted Job is rescued from the office of a bearer of ill-news, and both expe-witted! Mercy on poor Job! Oh! you make his make our first extract. The rounded heights of Dorchester were radiant with the rays of the luminary, that had just sunk behind their crest, and streaks of paler light were soldiers by Major Lincoln, and proves, in playing along the waters, and gilding the green bitter whig, who regards him, of course, den and violent shrieks, that burst rudely on the The reply of the youth was interrupted by sudstillness of the place, chilling the very blood of those who heard them, with their piteousness. The quick and severe blows of a lash were blended with the exclamations of the sufferer, and rude oaths, with hoarse execrations, from various voices, were united in the uproar, which appeared to be at no great distance. By a common impulse, the whole party broke away from the spot, and moved rapidly up the wharf in the direction of the sounds. As they approached the buildings, a group was seen collected around the man who thus broke the charm of evening by his cries, interrupting his wailings with their ribaldry, and encouraging his tormentors to proceed. Mercy, mercy, for the sake of the blessed God, be easier imagined than described. She confession afhan farmer neriume thanal which would have be for the sudden appear abovementioned, who tacked, thrown down, a by the baronet, from w ticate himself by rep capes, his antagonist di and the story closes w Lionel and Cecil for evacuation of Boston b Beside the characte cerned in the conduct there are various acce no means the least in M'Fuse, an Irish gre Peter Polwarth, a corp in the front rank amor respect to the former that the author shou necessary to kill him, ume. We think the cl and that of Seth Sage, lord, among the author That of Polwarth, tho very well executed, is word from the Captain's little "overdone." This is indeed one of Mr Coo one that experience will different in that partic site, tameness. In fact improving in each succ is less caricature in the in the preceding. We single extract, to give three characters abover as of the spirit with w of the work is conducted air of magisterial authority, station at his side, which appe double duties of a judge and a formidable tribunal Seth Sage to have been committed in th would seem, to answer for ce norant that his landlord had no of the late exchange, and curi the suppressed roguery he cou ceeding dialogue. mure countenances of is fi Lionel dropped his pen, and M'Fuse was seated at a t Now answer to vour offend with a wise name,' M'Fuse co that did not fail, by its harsh some of that awe, which, by t speaker's eye, it would seem the compunctions of a Christia duce-speak out with the free Why should I not send you at ye may get your deserts on thr without delay, for the love y the one being laid cross-wise fo nience. If you have a contra angular daiformities.' The wags did not altogether Seth betraying a good deal mor was usual for the man to exhibi of uncommon peril. After clea looking about him, to gather fr answered with a very commend spectators which way their sym 'Because it's ag'in all law.' Have done with your interm of the law,' cried M'Fuse, and est gentlemen with its knavery. gospel you should be thinking of, more than so many proctors in To your purpose, Mac,' interrupted Polwarth, is well to devote to an unfortunate being who perceived that the erratic feelings of his friend of that description. His appearance, were beginning already to lead him from the desired when assaulted by the grenadiers, in point; or I will propound the matter myself, in a the second volume, is highly dramatic, style that would do credit to a mandamus counsellor.' but we hope the conduct of the grenadiers themselves on that occasion has little foundation in nature. The original of this character we suppose to have been an ideot, who went by the singular n me of Johnny Yanks, and who was shot by the British troops on their return from Concord, as he stood, waving his hat in triumph, on a stone wall. The mandamuses are all ag'in the charter, and the too,' continued Seth, whose courage increased as the dialogue bore more directly upon his political principles-and to my mind it's quite convincing that if ministers calculate largely on upholding them, there will be great disturbances, if not a proper fight in the land; for the whole country is in a blaze!' Disturbances, thou immovable iniquity; thou quiet assassin!' roared M'Fuse; 'do ye call a fight of a day a disturbance, or do ye tar'm skulking behind fences, and laying the muzzle of a musket on the head of Job Pray, and the breech on a mullen-stalk, while ye draw upon a fellow-creature, a commendable method of fighting! Now answer me to the truth, and disdain all lying, as ye would 'ating any thing but cod on a Saturday, who were the two men that fired into my very countenance, from the unfortunate situation among the mullens that I have detailed to you?' 'Pardon me, captain M'Fuse,' said Polwarth, if I say that your zeal and indignation-run ahead of your discretion. If we alarm the prisoner in this manner, we may defeat the ends of justice. Besides, sir, there is a reflection contained in your language, to which I must dissent. A real dumb is not to be despised, especially when served up in a wrapper, and between two coarser fish to preserve the steamI have had my private meditations on the subject of getting up a Saturday's club, in order to enjoy the bounty of the Bay, and for improving the cookery of the cod!' And let me tell you, captain Polwarth,' returned the grenadier, cocking his eye fiercely at the other that your epicurean propensities lead you to the verge of cannibalism; for sure it may be called that, when you speak of 'ating while the life of a fellow cr'ature is under a discussion for its termination-' 'I conclude,' interrupted Seth, who was greatly averse to all quarreling, and who thought he saw the symptoms of a breach between his judges, the captain wishes to know who the two men were that fired on him a short time before he got the hit in the shoulder?" A short time, ye marvellous hypocrite!-'twas as quick as a pop and slap could make it' Perhaps there might be some mistake, for a great many of the troops were much disguised-' Do ye insinuate that I got drunk before the enemies of my king! roared the grenadier-Harkye, Mister Sage, I ask you in a genteel way, who the two men were that fired on me, in the manner da tailed, and remember that a man may tire of putting questions which are never answered!' Why,' returned Seth, who, however expert at prevarication, eschewed, with religious horror, a direct lie-I pretty much conclude that they-the captain is sure the place he means was just beyond Menotomy?' As sure as men can be,' said Polwarth, who possess the use of their eyes.' Then captain Polwarth can give testimony to the fact?' I believe Major Lincoln's horse carries a small bit of your lead to this moment, Master Sage.' Seth yielded to this accumulation of evidence against him, and knowing, moreover, that the grenadier had literally made him a prisoner in the fact of renewing his fire, he sagaciously determined to make a merit of necessity, and candidly to acknowledse his agency in inflicting the wounds. The ut mit him to say, was The peculiar state of the country and the curred. cipitated the war. It was the major of marines,* who sat looking at the sight, for a minute, with an eye as vacant as the one that seemed to throw back buried his rowels in the flanks of his horse, and his wild gaze, and then rousing from his trance, he disappeared in the smoke that enveloped a body of the grenadiers, waving his sword on high, and shouting 'On-push on with the advance!' The third, and the successful attack of the troops upon the defences of Bunker Hill is thus described. Lionel had taken post in his regiment, but marching on the skirt of the column, he commanded a view of most of the scene of battle. In his front moved a battalion, reduced to a handful of men in the previous assaults. Behind these came a party of the marine guards, from the shipping, led by their own veteran Major; and next followed the Lionel looked in vain for the features of the gooddejected Nesbitt and his corps, amongst whom natured Polwarth. Similar columns marched on their right and left, encirling three sides of the redoubt by their battalions. A few minutes brought him in full view of that humble and unfinished mound of earth, for the possession of which so much blood had that day been spilt in vain. It lay, as before, still as if none breathed within its bosom, though a terrific row of mov-dark tubes were arrayed along its top, following the movements of the approaching columns, as the eyes of the imaginary charmers of our own wilderness are said to watch their victims. As the uproar of the artillery again grew fainter, the crash of falling streets, and the appalling sounds of the conflagration, on their left, became more audible. Immense volumes of black smoke issued from the smouldering ruins, and bellying outward, fold beyond fold, it overhung the work in a hideous cloud, casting its gloomy shadow across the place of blood. Hurrah! for the Royal Irish!' shouted M'Fuse, at the head of the dark column from the conflagration. Hurrah!' echoed a well-known voice from the silent mound: let them come on to Breed's; the people will teach 'em the law!' In this manner the war continued to roll slowly onward, following the weary and heavy footsteps of the soldiery, who had now toiled for many miles, surrounded by the din of battle, and leaving in their path the bloody impressions of their footsteps. Lionel was enabled to trace their route, far towards the north, by the bright red spots, which lay scattered in alarming numbers along the highway, and in the fields through which the troops occasionally moved. He even found time, in the intervals of A strong column was now seen ascending, as if rest, to note the difference in the characters of the from out the burning town, and the advance of the combatants. Whenever the ground or the circum- whole became quick and spirited. A low call ran stances admitted of a regular attack, the dying con- through the platoons, to note the naked weapons of fidence of the troops would seem restored, and their adversaries, and it was followed by the cry of they moved up to the charge with the bold car-To the bayonet! to the bayonet!' riage which high discipline inspires, rending the air with shouts, while their enemies melted before their power in sullen silence, never ceasing to use their weapons however, with an expertness that rendered them doubly dangerous. The direction of the columns frequently brought the troops over ground that had been sharply contested in front, and the victims of these short struggles came un der the eyes of the detachment. It was necessary to turn a deaf ear to the cries and prayers of many fear written on every feature of their countenanwounded soldiers, who, with horror and abject ces, were the helpless witnesses of the retreating files of their comrades. On the other hand, the American lay in his blood, regarding the passing detachment with a stern and indignant eye, that appeared to look far beyond his individual suffering. Over one body, Lionel pulled the reins of his horse, and he paused a moment to consider the spectacle. It was the lifeless form of a man, whose white locks, hollow cheeks, and emaciated frame, denoted that the bullet which had stricken him to the earth had anticipated the irresistible decrees of time but a very few days. He had fallen on his back, and his glazed eye expressed, even in death, the honest resentment he had felt while living; and his palsied hand continued to grasp the fire-lock, old and time-worn, like its owner, with which he had taken the field in behalf of his country. 'Where can a contest end which calls such most, however, that his cautious habits would per-champions to its aid!' exclaimed Lionel, observing The character of Job Pray is well supported, though, in our opinion, he occupies rather a larger share in the work, than it that the shadow of another spectator fell across the covered that he had unwittingly put this searching Receiving no answer, he raised his eyes and dis Men think at such moments with the rapidity of lightning, and Lionel had even fancied his comrades in possession of the work, when the terrible stream of fire flashed in the faces of the men in front. 'Push on with theth,' cried the veteran Major of Marines- push on, or 18th will get the honour of the day!' 'We cannot,' murmured the soldiers of the -th; their fire is too heavy!' Then break, and let the marines pass through you!' The feeble battalion melted away, and the warriors of the deep, trained to conflicts of hand to hand, sprang forward, with a loud shout, in their places. The Americans, exhausted of their ammunition, now sunk sullenly back, a few hurling stones at their foes, in desperate indignation. The cannon of the British had been brought to enfilade their short breast-work, which was no longer tenable; and as the columns approached closer to the low rampart, it became a mutual protection to the adverse parties. M'Fuse, rushing up to the trifling ascent, which was but of little more than his own height. 'Hurrah!' repeated Pitcairn, waving his sword on another angle of the work the day's our own!' of the work and all those brave men, who had emulated the examples of their officers, were swept away, as though a whirlwind had passed along The grenadier gave his war-cry once more before he pitched headlong among his enemies; while Pitcairn fell back into the arms of his own child. The cry of forward, 47th,' rung through their ranks, and in their turn this veteran battalion gallantly mounted the ramparts. In the shallow ditch Lionel passed the dying marine, and caught the dying and despairing look from his eyes, and in another instant he found himself in the presence of his foes. As company followed company into the defenceless redoubt, the Americans sullenly retired by its rear, keeping the bayonets of the soldiers at bay with clubbed muskets and sinewy arms. When the whole issued upon the open ground, the husbandmen received a close and fatal fire from the battalions which were now gathering around them on three sides. A scene of wild and savage confusion then succeeded to the order of the fight, and many fatal blows were given and taken, the mêlée rendering the use of fire-arms nearly impossible for several minutes. with Coleridge's pet phrase, "the reading | babble about them quite too much. They public." We cannot speak of one of them claim to be exquisitely alive to beauty of without speaking of all; and their peculiari all kinds, and rave about things sweet and ties, with the space they fill in modern litera- lovely without stint; but their devotion to ture, make them worthy of some notice. the tender and pretty is not true to nature, All tale-makers by profession, must love or rather it belongs to a poor, weakly, the marvellous; but the authors of these sickened nature; moreover the beauty works differ from their fellow-wanderers in which they do affect, is not of the purest the land of fiction, in the character of this and noblest kind; they would think the propensity. They seek the marvellous Medicean Venus improved by putting a earnestly, obstinately; but they seek that delicate peach bloom upon her cheek, and which is strange in sentiment and passion, a rosebud to her nose, and dropping her and not in circumstance and incident; they eyelids with an expression of melancholy affect the wonders of the world within, and tenderness. So, too, their language is for busy themselves far less with external things. the most part quaint and affected; they Love is in their works, as in all others of the seek for obsolete words and idioms, and imagination, a master passion, and all or al- have pet phrases, and are a little apt to most all the interest of the tale is connected write as if an accumulation of strange and with it; but they speak almost exclusively affected expressions was fine writing of the of the workings of this passion, of the forms most original character. Nevertheless large it assumes, the thoughts and feelings which parts of many of their works are eminently But in no place, as has been demonstrat-grow out of it, and its growth, and progress, interesting and eloquent. The reason of ed in the Pilot, is Mr Cooper so much at and power in the heart. But little effort is this is, that some of these authors have home, as among the sons of Neptune. The employed to make the events which occa- minds of quite a superior order, and work young midshipman, though present but for a sion it, or disturb or prosper it, interesting hard in their vocation; and every thing few pages, is distinguished by those master in themselves. The story is important only which bears the distinct impress of a strong ly touches, which mark the favourite sub- as it is the foundation for the descriptions. and original intellect, must be interesting. ject of an artist. The execution of the va- In this respect they may not seem to differ But the efforts of these master minds might, rious characters is of course unequal. That from all the best modern novels; but in the as we think, have been made more producof Burgoyne particularly, we regard as a Waverley novels-to take them as an in- tive of pleasure and profit to their readers stance the descriptions are, and are in- and to themselves; we have always believed tended to be, of exciting and natural that the popularity which these books atcharacter. The power of the author of tained, was excessive, and could not be these tales, is manifested in the truth and force with which he portrays, not merely permanent possible, but probable passions, and shows about equal in its literary merits to the The "Human Heart" seems to us just them in their effects. His best characters average of its class. It contains eight tales, are singular from their strength or peculiar most of which are abundantly old. For traits; but they are all such as the circum- instance, the second story relates the instances in which they live and which have famous brutality of Colonel Kirk, who seformed them, may well make of human be-duced the sister of a prisoner by the promise ings. But the writers of the works which of pardon for her brother, and showed to her form that class to which the book now un- the corpse of that brother, hanging from der notice belongs, make their heroes and the gallows, when she had fulfilled her exheroines love and hate, and hope and fear, torted promise. But the last tale is the and enjoy and suffer excessively, that is, far most singular, and to us the most interestbeyond the occasion. Scott makes his peo-ing. It is founded upon, or rather suggested ple act out their feelings; but these writers by the following passage of an old book. make theirs talk about them. To close this contrast, we should say, that Scott seeks for haunted by a most strange phantom, the presence 'I once did heare of a great foreign lord, who was that which is striking in the true and prob- of which was so dreadful. that it drove him for the able, and endeavours to paint it truly and time to madnesse. Some folke would say that the forcibly; while these writers aim at describ-nobleman did only see himself, or that his conscience ing eloquently state sof the mind and heart which are uncommon, and indicate extra ordinary intellectual and moral constitutions, and owe most of their interest to their strangeness. failure. We had marked several faults of minor importance in the course of two several perusals of this work; they are principally however of a kind, which has been noticed in various criticisms of his preceding works. We are, morever, glad to avail ourselves of the excuse afforded us by the consideration of the space already occupied by this arti cle to omit this disagreeable part of our office. We trust that our readers will find the extracts from this work sufficiently interesting to compensate the omission of the strictures, whose place they have anticipated. It remains for us only to say a few words of the relative merits of this, when compared with the former works of the same author. Considered as a work of genius it is perhaps superior to the Spy, and inferior to the Pioneers or the Pilot, while in point of literary execution it excels them all; and if it shall be decided to be less interesting on the whole than the two latter, it must be admitted that it contains fewer parts that are absolutely tedious, and fewer offences against good taste. We hope he may find, in the remaining provinces, subjects as good as that afforded by the "Bay Colony," and we have no doubt he will use them to as good purpose. did appear before his eyes in a human shape.— the words of the learned Master Burton, to bethink Therefore, young men, I would admonish ye, in yourselves, that "after many pleasant daies, and fortunate adventures, and merry tides, this con science doth not at last arrest us.-As the prodigal pany, jovial entertainment, but a cruel reckoning in son had dainty fare, sweet music, at first, merry com the end, as bitter as wormwood." The Young Man's Looking-Glasse." fierce and stern emotion, and strong deIt exhibits rather more endeavour after scription, than is usual with writers of this and its brethren; and as it may also amuse class; but it will serve reasonably well to our readers, we shall make a long extract Their great want is of truth and simplicity; and yet they suppose, or affect to suppose, that they are true to nature and simple as children. They love external nature, and are delighted with natural objects altogether beyond measure. We do not doubt, that in the love and pleasure which they so is much sincerity; but we give them credit vehemently and perpetually express, there for mingling with it a sufficiency of affectation. Rainbows and flowers are beautiful, but they are fleeting things, and the joy which their presence may give is hardly consciousness many long, weary hours before I worth living for altogether; and though could speak, and I saw about my bed many pleas green fields are fair to look upon, one maying forms; I could just distinguish that their gar illustrate the characteristics of this book from it. I had been ill almost unto death. I awoke into ments were those of some religious order. One of my shoulders, and the face that was nine, yet not was then strikingly handsome, though I was always in peals, which I thought would split the world I left the convent when I was strong enough to depart yet my illness had greatly changed me. My former health seemed gone, I was an altered man, and some said that I was mad I was not mad-but the sins of my former life had taken fast hold on me. The phantom was with me at all hours, though invisible to every eye but mine: II was never at rest, for during his absence my existence soon became one agonizing dread of his appearance. He would bring before me, with minute exactness, every scene of my past life, which I would have given worlds to have forgotten forever. He was always, as I had been, the infamous hero of the scene, acting every look again with a truth that harrowed up my soul. If he did but beckon with his finger, I could not refuse to obey him. I rushed into every sort of dissipation, but he accompanied me; and in the gayest circles of the court. even when the daughters of my sovereign were conversing with me, I have seen the two hands on Again I returned to society, but not to the profligate companions with whom I had before associated. was still little changed at heart, but I threw the veil of decorum over my public conduct. I furnished my long-deserted palace at Naples with simple magnificence I hung the walls with the finest pictures I could purchase; I adorned the colonnades with statues of immense price. I bought a valuable library, and devoted much of my time to reading. I soon gathered around me every intellectual luxury which my immense fortune could command. My palace was the theme of universal admiration; my past excesses began to be forgotten in the contemplation of my present manner of life. My family, every one knew, was one of the noblest in Italy. My person (for I had entirely recovered my health) Pankow is about ten miles from Berlin, and is much frequented by company. |