AMONG all the savage tribes, it is customary for people to ruin themselves on account of the dead. The family distributes what it possesses among the guests invited to the funeral feast; and they must eat and drink up every thing in the cabin. At sun rise they set up a loud howling over the coffin of bark on which the corpse is laid; at sunset the howling is repeated; this lasts three days, at the expiration of which the deceased is interred. A hillock is thrown up over his grave; if he has been a renowned warrior, a stake painted red marks the place of sepulture.

Among several tribes the relatives of the deceased inflict wounds on their arms and legs. For a whole month the cries of grief are continued at sun-set and sun-rise and for several years the anniversary of the loss sustained is greeted by the same

cries..

When a Savage dies in winter while hunting, his body is kept on branches of trees, and the last honours are not paid to VOL. I. I

his remains till after the return of the warriors to the village of his tribe. The same practice formerly prevailed among the Muscovites.

Not only have the Indians different prayers and ceremonies, according to the degree of kindred, the dignity, the age, and the sex of the deceased person, but they have also seasons of public exhumation, of general commemoration.

Why are the savages of America among all the nations of the earth those who pay the greatest veneration for the dead? * In national calamities the first thing they think of is to save the treasures of the tomb; they recognize no legal property but where the remains of ancestors have been interred. When the Indians have pleaded their right of possession they have always employed this argument which in their opinion was irrefragable: "Shall we say to the bones of our fathers-Rise and follow us to a strange land?" Finding that this argument was disregarded, what course did they pursue? they carried along with them the bones which could not follow.

The motives of this attachment to sacred 8-SATURDAY, MARCH 1.

relics may easily be discovered. Civilized nations have monuments of literature and the arts for memorials of their country; they have cities, palaces, towers, columns, obelisks; they have the furrows of the plough in the fields cultivated by them; their names are engraven in brass and marble; their actions are recorded in their chronicles.

The Savages have none of these things; their names are not inscribed on the trees of their forests: their huts, built in a few hours, perish in a few moments; the wooden spade with which they till the soil, has but just skimmed its surface, without being capable of turning up a furrow; their traditional songs are vanishing with the last memory which retains, with the last voice which repeats them. For the tribes of the new world, there is therefore but a single monument-the grave. Take from the Savages the bones of their fathers, and you take from their history, their laws, and their very gods, you rob these people in future times of the proof of their existence, and of that of their nothingness. Chateaubriand's Travels in America.

RECOLLECTIONS OF NAPOLEON.

The following extract, illustrative of the habits and character of this once celebrated individual, we give in the language of the Prefect of the Imperial Palace :

Ar this period of his life, (April 1814) Napoleon was forty six years old. He was about five feet five inches in height; his head was large, his eyes of a clear blue; his hair dark chesnut: his eyelashes were lighter than his eye-brows, which were like his hair, of a deep chesnut, his nose was well-shaped, and the form of his mouth pleasing and extremely expressive; his hands were remarkably white and beautiful; his feet were small, but his shoes were not calculated to show them off to advantage, because he would not endure the smallest restraint. On the whole, he was well made, and well proportioned. I have particularly reremarked a habit which he had of inclining, by a sudden movement, his head and the upper part of his body to the right, and of applying his arm and elbow to his side, as if he wished to make himself taller. This mechanical movement

was very slight, and only remarkable when he was conversing as he walked. It did not in the least detract from the imposing ensemble of his appearance.

Genius and power were expressed on his large high forehead. His forehead alone was sufficient to form a physiognomy. The fire which flashed from his eyes expressed all his thoughts and feelings. But when the serenity of his temper was not disturbed, the most pleasing smile lighted up his noble countenance, and gave it to an undefinable charm, which I never beheld in any other person! At these times it was impossible to see him without loving him.

I have already said, in speaking of his tastes, that his only nicety consisted in extreme cleanliness, and that his dress was not at all remarkable. One day, wishing to set the example of a useful encouragement to the manufacturers of Lyons, he appeared at one of Maria Louisa's parties in a dark-coloured velvet coat, with diamond buttons. He was not at all himself, and seemed quite uncomfortable in his new dress.

One day, during the Spanish campaign at Aranda, he sent for me at seven in the morning, to give me some Spanish papers, which he was in a hurry to have translated. He was standing having himself near a window; Roustan held a large glass: when he had shaved one side of his face, he changed sides, and Roustan replaced himself in such a manner, that the side not shaved was towards the light. Napoleon used only one hand in this operation.

Another time at Schoenbrunn, during the armistice which followed the battle of Wagram, 1809, I assisted him in putting on a grey frock coat, which one of his valets de chambre brought him, and which he desired him to place on a chair, wishing to finish a game of chess which he did me the honour to play with me: He was going incognito with the Duke of Frioul (Duroc) in a private carriage, to see some magnificent fireworks which had been prepared on the Prater, on the signature of the preliminaries of the peace. A box had been taken under a feigned name. Except on these three occasions I never saw Napoleon in any other dress than that of Colonel of chasseurs, or grenadier of his guards, or in his own costume of Emperor.

Much has been said of Napoleon's passionate taste for women. Appreciating as he did their merit and beauty, it is not to be supposed that he was free from those amiable weaknesses which constitute the charms of life, and to which all men

pay the same homage. It is certain, that the young man who is just entering on life, and who trembles at each moment lest his secret should be betrayed, is less reserved. on this point than Napoleon was. It was never he, but the women themselves, that made these transitory inclinations public; and I think their number has been singularly exaggerated.

His taste for snuff has been equally talked of. I can assert with truth, that he lost more than he took. It was rather a fancy, a kind of amusement, than a real want. His snuff-boxes were very plain, of an oval shape, made of black shell, lined with gold, all exactly alike, and differing only in the beautiful antique silver medals, which were set in the lid.

Nature had established a perfect harmony between his power and his habits, between his public and his private life. His deportment and manners were always the same, they were inherent and unstudied. He was the only man in the world of whom it may be said without adulation, that the nearer you viewed him the greater he appeared.

There is one observation, which will certainly not be forgotten by the historian, to whose lot it may fall to delineate the character of this eminently celebrated man. He knew how to preserve his personal dignity unimpaired at all times and in all circumstances, whether when surrounded by the bayonets of Europe, or when delivered, disarmed, to the insults of the gaolers of St. Helena.

I have often heard the Emperor say, that the incurable folly of Frenchmen was carrying their sentiments to an extreme, and pretending to be much more inconstant in their tastes than they really were.

He was well aware, that previous to the Revolution there existed no true national spirits in France, because until then the French nation was governed by manners and customs rather than by fixed and constitutional laws, and that it was simply the dominion of strength over weakness.

He said that Frenchmen, naturally chivalrous and warlike, were always led away, and even overcome by the splendour of glory, that they forgave every thing when followed by success and victory; but that it was necessary to restrain them by the unity and dignity of the administration, and by fixed laws.

He said sometimes that the enthusiasm of others abated his.

Men, in his opinion, were so many

SUBJECT OF THE ILLUSTRATION Represents Eustatius, the Brother of Godfrey, in the act of presenting Armida, niece of Hidraotes, King of Damascus, to him in his camp, before his assembled companions in arms; she has been sent by her uncle to the camp, skilled in magical arts, with a feigned story of her misfortunes, to endeavour to captivate by her machinations, the Commanders of the Army.

Encircled by his chiefs, the Hero sate.

With awful reverence at his sight she bow'd, Then seem'd abash'd with shame, and silent

stood.

With gentle words the leader strove to chear
Her drooping spirits, and dispel her fear,
"Till thus she fram'd her tale with fraudful art,
In accents sweet, that won the yielding heart.
Unconquer'd prince! whose far-resounding

name

With every virtue fills the mouth of fame! Whom kings themselves, subdu'd, with pride obey,

While vanquish'd nations glory in thy sway!
Known is thy valour, and thy worth approv'd,
By all esteem'd and by thy foes belov'd!
Ev'n those confide in him they fear'd before,
And, when distress'd thy saving hand implore.
I, who a different faith from thine profess;
A faith obnoxious, which thy arms oppress;

Yet hope, by thee, t' ascend my rightful throne
Where once my sires, in regal lustre, shone.

THE WEHR-WOLF.

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And doth not Servius say the like in a verse wherein I opine he hints at WehrWolves? Vlulare, canum est furiare' to howl is the voice of dogs and furies:-thus findest thou, Faber sciolus! that here we have an agreement touching the voice of wolves, which is low and mournful, and therefore the word Vlulatus is fitly applied as an imitation there

of. Your Almaine says Heulen; the Frenchman saith Hurler; and the Englishman, with a conglomeration of sounds as bad as the Wolf's own, calleth it howling.'

"By the holy Dog of Tobias!" ejaculated Bonvarlet," and I think our Doctor speaketh all languages, as he had had his head broken with a brick from the Tower of Babel, and all the tongues had got in at once. But where think ye Monsieur, that these cursed Loups Garoux come from? Are they like unto other Wolves, or what breed be they?"

"Nicole Bonvarlet," again began the untired Doctor, after taking a long draught of the flask, "Nicole Bonvarlet, I perceive thou hast more of good literature than thy fellows; for not only dost thou mark erudition when it is set before thee, but thou also wisely distrustest thine own knowledge, and questionest of those who are more learned than thou. Touching thy demand of what breed are the Wehr-Wolves, be this mine answer. Thou knowest, that if ye ask of a shepherd how he can distinguish one sheep, from another, he tells you that even in their faces he seeth a distinctio secretio, the which to a common observer is not visible; and thus, when the vulgar see a wolf, they can but say it is a wolf, and there endeth their cunning. But, by the Lion of St. Mark! if ye ask one skilled in the knowledge of four-footed animals, he shall presently discourse to you of the genus and species thereof; make known it's haunts and history, display it's occult properties, and give you a lection upon all that your ancient and modern authors have said concerning it."

"By the Mass now! interrupted La Jaquette," and I would fain know the habit in which your Loup Garoux vests him when he is not in his wolfish shape; whether he have slashed cuishes, and-"

"Peace, I pray you peace, good Tailleur," said Doctor Antoine; it is but rarely that I speak, and even then my discourse is brief, and therefore I beseech you not to mar the words of wisdom, which are seldom heard, with thy folly, which men may listen to hourly. Touching your Wolves, honest friends, as I was saying, there are five kinds, as Oppianus noteth in his Admonition to Shepherds; of the which, two sorts that rove in the countries of Swecia and the Visgoths, are called Acmono, but of these I will not now speak, but turn me unto those of whose species is the Wehr Wolf. The first is named Togevrep, or the Shooter, for that he runneth fast, is very bold,

"There is the cry again!" exclaimed