Existence, till once he shall be strong enough | never turn thyself to any thing? Beppo, with to land and make a footing there. Neither such speculative faculty, from such low watchdoes it seem doubtful that with the earliest ex- tower, as he commands, is in truth, (being ercise of speech, the gifts of simulation and forced to it,) from time to time, looking abroad dissimulation began to manifest themselves: into the world; surveying the conditions of Giuseppe (or Beppo, as he was now called) mankind, therewith contrasting his own wishes could indeed speak the truth,-but only when and capabilities. Alas, his wishes are manihe saw his advantage in it. Hungry also, as fold; a most hot Hunger, (in all kinds,) as above hinted, he too probably often was: a above hinted; but on the other hand, his leadkeen faculty of digestion, a meager larder ing capability seemed only the Power to Eat. within doors; these two circumstances, so What profession, or condition, then? Choose; frequently conjoined in this world, reduced for it is time. Of all the terrestrial professions, him to his inventions. As to the thing called that of Gentleman, it seemed to Beppo, had, Morals, and knowledge of Right and Wrong, under these circumstances, been most suited it seems pretty certain that such knowledge to his feelings: but then the outfit? the appren(the sad fruit of Man's Fall) had in great part tice-fee? Failing which, he, with perhaps as been spared him; if he ever heard the com- much sagacity as one could expect, decides for mandment, Thou shalt not steal, he most proba- the Ecclesiastical. bly could not believe in it, therefore could not obey it. For the rest, though of quick temper, and a ready striker, (where clear prospect of victory showed itself,) we fancy him vociferous rather than bellicose, not prone to violence where stratagem will serve; almost pacific, indeed, had not his many wants necessitated him to many conquests. Above all things, a brazen impudence developes itself; the crowning gift of one born to scoundrelism. In a word, the fat, thickset Beppo, as he skulks about there, plundering, playing dog's-tricks, with his finger in every mischief, already gains character; shrill housewives of the neighbourhood, whose sausages he has filched, whose weaker sons maltreated, name him Beppo Maldetto, and indignantly prophesy that he will be hanged. A prediction which, as will be seen, the issue has signally falsified. Behold him then, once more by the uncle's management, journeying (a chubby, brassfaced boy of thirteen) beside the Reverend Father General of the Benfratelli, to their neighbouring Convent of Cartegirone, with intent to enter himself novice there. He has donned the novice-habit; is "intrusted to the keeping of the Convent Apothecary,” on whose gallipots and crucibles he looks rou id with wonder. Were it by accident that he found himself Apothecary's Famulus, were it by choice of his own-nay was it not, in either case, by design, of Destiny intent on perfecting her work?-enough, in this Cartegirone Laboratory there awaited him, (though as yet he knew it not,) life-guidance and determination; the great want of every genius, even of the scoundrel-genius. He himself confesses that he here learned some (or, as he calls it, the) "principles of chemistry and medicine." Natural enough: new books of the Chemists lay here, old books of the Alchymists; distillations, sublimations visibly went on; discussions there were, oral and written, of gold We hinted that the household larder was in a leanish state: in fact, the outlook of the Balsamo family was getting troubled; old Balsamo had, during these things, been called away on his long journey. Poor man! The future eminence and pre-eminence of his Bep-making, salve-making, treasure-digging, divinpo he foresaw not, or what a world's-wonder he had thoughtlessly generated; as indeed, which of us, by much calculating, can sum up the net-total (Utility, or Inutility) of any his most indifferent act,-a seed cast into the seedfield of TIME, to grow there, producing fruits or poisons, for ever! Meanwhile Beppo himself gazed heavily into the matter: hung his thick lips, while he saw his mother weeping; and, for the rest, eating what fat or sweet thing he could come at, let Destiny take its course. ing-rods, projection, and the alcahest: besides, had he not, among his fingers, calxes, acids, Leyden-jars? Some first elements of medicochemical conjurorship, so far as phosphorescent mixtures, aqua-toffana, ipecacuanha, cantharides tincture, and such like would go, were now attainable; sufficient (when the hour came) to set up any average Quack, much more the Quack of Quacks. It is here, in this unpromising environment, that the seeds, therapeutic, thaumaturgic, of the Grand Cophta's stupendous workings and renown were sown. The poor widow, (ill-named Felicita,) spinning out a painful livelihood by such means as only the poor and forsaken know, could not Meanwhile, as observed, the environment but many times cast an impatient eye on her looked unpromising enough. Beppo with his brass-faced, voracious Beppo; and ask him, two endowments, of Hunger and of Power to If he never meant to turn himself to any Eat, had made the best choice he could; yet, thing! A maternal uncle, of the moneyed as, it soon proved, a rash and disappointing sort, (for he has uncles not without influence,) one. To his astonishment, he finds that even has already placed him in the Seminary of here he "is in a conditional world ;" and, if he Saint Roch, to gain some tincture of school-will employ his capability of eating, (or enjoying there but Beppo feels himself misplaced in that sphere; "more than once runs away;" is flogged, snubbed, tyrannically checked on all sides; and finally, with such slender stock of schooling a had pleased to offer itself, returns to the street. The widow, as we said, urges him, the uncles urge: Beppo, wilt thou ing,) must first, in some measure, work and suffer. Contention enough hereupon: but now dimly arises, or reproduces itself, the question, Whether there were not a shorter road, that of stealing! Stealing under which, generically taken, you may include the whole art of scoundrelism; for what is Lying itself but a theft of my belief?-stealing, we say, is properly the North-West Passage to Enjoyment: while common Navigators sail painfully along torrid shores, laboriously doubling this or the other Cape of Hope, your adroit Thief-Parry, drawn on smooth dog-sledges, is already there and back again. The misfortune is that stealing requires a talent; and failure in that North-West voyage is more fatal than in any other. We hear that Beppo was "often punished:" painful experiences of the fate of genius; for all genius, by its nature, comes to disturb somebody in his ease, and your thiefgenius more so than most! Readers can now fancy the sensitive skin of Beppo mortified with prickly cilices, wealed by knotted thongs; his soul afflicted by vigils and forced fasts; no eye turned kindly on him; everywhere the bent of his genius rudely contravened. However, it is the first property of genius to grow in spite of contradiction, and even by means thereof;-as the vital germ pushes itself through the dull soil, and lives by what strove to bury it! Beppo, waxing into strength of bone and character, sets his face stiffly against persecution, and is not a whit disheartened. On such chastisements and chastisers he can look with a certain genial disdain. Beyond convent walls, with their sour stupid shavelings, lies Palermo, lies the world; here too is he, still alive, though worse off than he wished; and feels that the world is his oyster, which he (by chemical or other means) will one day open. Nay, we find there is a touch of grim Humour unfolds itself in the youth; the surest sign (as is often said) of a character naturally great. Witness, for example, how he acts on this to his ardent temperament so trying occasion. While the monks sit at meat, the impetuous voracious Beppo (that stupid Inquisition Biographer records it as a thing of course) is set not to eat with them, not to pick up the crumbs that fall from them, but to stand "reading the Martyrology" for their pastime! The brave adjusts himself to the inevitable. Beppo reads that dullest Martyrology of theirs; but reads out of it not what is printed there, but what his own vivid brain on the spur of the moment devises: instead of the names of Saints, all heartily indifferent to him, he reads out the names of the most notable Palermo "unfortunate-females," now beginning to interest him a little. What a "deep world-irony" (as the Germans call it) lies here! The Monks, of course, felled him to the earth, and flayed him with scourges; but what did it avail? This only became apparent, to himself and them, that he had now outgrown their monk discipline; as the psyche does its chrysalis-shell, and bursts it. Giuseppe Balsamo bids farewell to Cartegirone for ever and a day. So now, by consent or not of the ghostly Benfratelli (Friars of Mercy, as they were named!) our Beppo has again returned to the maternal uncle at Palermo. The uncle naturally asked him, What he next meant to do? Beppo, after stammering and hesitating for some length of weeks, makes answer: Try Painting. Well and good! So Beppo gets him colours, brushes, fit tackle, and addicts himself for some space of time to the study of what is innocently called Design. Alas, if we consider Beppo's great Hunger, now that new senses were unfolding in him, how inadequate are the exiguous resources of Design; how necessary to attempt quite another deeper species of Design, of Designs! It is true, he lives with his uncle, has culinary meat; but where is the pocket-money for other costlier sorts of meats to come from? As the Kaiser Joseph was wont to say: From my head alone (De ma tête seule!) The Roman Biographer (though a most wooden man) has incidentally thrown some light on Beppo's position at this juncture: both on his wants and his resources. As to the first, it appears (using the wooden man's phraseology) that he kept the "worst company," led the "loosest life;" was hand in glove with all the swindlers, gamblers, idle apprentices, unfortunate-females, of Palermo: in the study and practice of Scoundrelism diligent beyond most. The genius which has burst asunder convent-walls, and other rubbish of impediments, now flames upward towards its mature splendour. Wheresoever a stroke of mischief is to be done, a slush of so-called vicious enjoyment to be swallowed, there with hand and throat is Beppo Balsamo seen. He will be a Master, one day, in his profession. Not indeed that he has yet quitted Painting, or even purposes so much: for the present, it is useful, indispensable, as a stalking-horse to the maternal uncle and neighbours; nay to himself, for with all the ebullient impulses of scoundrel-genius restlessly seething in him, irrepressibly bursting through, he has the noble unconsciousness of genius; guesses not, dares not guess, that he is a born scoundrel, much less a born world-scoundrel. ! But as for the other question, of his resources, these we perceive were several-fold, and continually extending. Not to mention any pictorial exiguities, (existing mostly in Expectance,) there had almost accidentally arisen for him, in the first place, the resource of Pandering. He has a fair cousin living in the house with him, and she again has a lover; Beppo stations himself as go-between; delivers letters; fails not to drop hints that a . lady, to be won or kept, must be generously treated; that such and such a pair of ear-rings, watch, necklace, or even sum of money, would work wonders; which valuables (adds the wooden Roman Biographer) "he then appropriated furtively." Like enough! Next, however, as another more lasting resource, he forges; at first in a small way, and trying his apprentice-hand: tickets for the theatre, and such trifles. Ere long, however, we see him fly at higher quarry; by practice he has acquired perfection in the great art of counterfeiting hands; and will exercise it on the large or on the narrow scale, for a consideration. Among his relatives is a Notary, with whom he can insinuate himself; for purpose of study, or even of practice. In the presses of this Notary lies a Will, which Beppo contrives to come at, and falsify "for the benefit of a cer tain Religious House." Much good may it de them! Many years afterwards, the fraud was detected; but Beppo's benefit in it was spent | Not less (though less visibly to dull eyes) the and safe long before. Thus again the stolid Act that is done, the Condition that has realized Biographer expresses horror or wonder that itself; above all things, the Man (with his he should have forged leave-of-absence for a Fortunes) that has been born. Beppo, every monk, "counterfeiting the signature of the way in vigorous vitality, cannot continue half Superior." Why not? A forger must forge painting half swindling in Palermo; must what is wanted of him; the Lion truly preys develop himself into whole swindler; and, unnot on mice; yet shall he refuse such if they less hanged there, seek his bread elsewhere. jump into his mouth? Enough, the indefati- What the proximate cause, or signal, of such gable Beppo has here opened a quite boundless crisis and development might be, no man mine; wherein through his whole life he will, could say; yet most men would have conas occasion calls, dig, at his convenience. fidently guessed, The Police. Nevertheless it Finally, he can predict fortunes and show proved otherwise; not by the flaming sword visions; by phosphorus and legerdemain. This of Justice, but by the rusty dirk of a foolish however, only as a dilettantism; to take up private individual, is Beppo driven forth. the earnest profession of Magician does not yet enter into his views. Thus perfecting himself in all branches of his art, does our Balsamo live and grow. Stupid, pudding-faced as he looks and is, there is a vulpine astucity in him; and then a wholeness, a heartiness, a kind of blubbery impetuosity, an oiliness so plausible-looking give him only length of life, he will rise to the top of his profes sion. Walking one day in the fields (as the bold historic Imagination will figure) with a certain ninny of a "Goldsmith named Marano," as they pass one of those rock-chasms frequent in the fair Island of Sicily, Beppo begins, in his oily, voluble way, to hint that Treasures often lay hid; that a Treasure lay hid there (as he knew by some pricking of his thumbs, divining rod, or other talismanic monition ;) which Treasure might, by aid of science, Consistent enough with such blubbery im- courage, secrecy, and a small judicious adpetuosity in Beppo is another fact we find re- vance of money, be fortunately lifted. The corded of him, that at this time he was found gudgeon takes: advances (by degrees) to the "in most brawls," whether in street or tavern. length of "sixty gold Ounces;" sees magic The way of his business led him into liability circles drawn in the wane or in the full of the to such; neither as yet had he learned pru- moon, blue (phosphorus) flames arise, split dence by age. Of choleric temper, with all his twigs auspiciously quiver; and at lengthobesity; a square-built, burly, vociferous fel- demands peremptorily that the Treasure be low; ever ready with his stroke, (if victory dug. A night is fixed on: the ninny Goldseemed sure;) nay, at bottom, not without a smith, trembling with rapture and terror, breaks certain pig-like defensive-ferocity, perhaps ground; digs, with thick breath and cold sweat, even something more. Thus, when you find fiercely down, down, Beppo relieving him: him making a point to attack, if possible, "all the work advances; when, ah! at a certain officers of justice," and deforce them; deliver-stage of it (before fruition) hideous yells arise, ing the wretched from their talons: was not a jingle like the emptying of Birmingham; this, we say, a kind of dog-faithfulness, and public spirit, either of the mastiff or of the cur species? Perhaps, too, there was a touch of that old Humour and “world-irony" in it. One still more unquestionable feat he is recorded (we fear, on imperfect evidence) to have done: "assassinated a canon." six Devils pounce upon the poor sheep Gold- One Remonstrances from growling maternal uncles could not fail; threats, disdains from ill-affected neighbours; tears from an expostulating widowed mother; these he shakes from him like dewdrops from the lion's mane. Still Hearing of stilettos, our Algebraist begins less could the Police neglect him; him the to look around him, and view his empire of visibly rising Professor of Swindlery; the Palermo in the concrete. An empire now swashbuckler, to boot, and deforcer of bailiffs: much exhausted; much infested, too, with sorhe has often been captured, haled to their bar; rows of all kinds, and every day the more; yet hitherto, by defect of evidence, by good nigh ruinous, in short; not worth being stabluck, intercession of friends, been dismissed bed for. There is a world elsewhere. In any with admonition. Two things, nevertheless, case, the young Raven has now shed his pens, might now be growing clear: first, that the die and got fledged for flying. Shall he not spurn was cast with Beppo, and he a scoundrel for life; the whole from him, and soar off? Resolved, second, that such a mixed, composite, crypto-performed! Our Beppo quits Palermo; and, scoundrel life could not endure, but must unfold itself into a pure, declared one. The Tree that is planted stands not still; must pass through all its stages and phases, from the state of acorn to that of green leafy oak, of withered leafless oak; to the state of felled timber, finally to that of firewood and ashes. as it proved, on a long voyage: or as the Inquisition Biographer has it, "he fled from Palermo, and overran the whole Earth.” Here then ends the First Act of Count Alessandro Cagliostro's Life-drama. Let the curtain drop; and hang unrent, before an audience of mixed feeling, till the First of August. Flight Last. COUNT CAGLIOSTRO. IN TWO FLIGHTS. BEFORE entering on the second Section of Count Beppo's History, the Editor will indulge in a philosophical reflection. tual Twelfth-hour of the Night") the everlasting Pit had opened itself, and from its still blacker bosom had issued Madness and all manner of shapeless Misbirths, to masquerade and chatter there. But, indeed, if we consider, how could it be otherwise? In that stertorous last fever-sleep of our European world, must not Phantasms enough (born of the Pit, as all such are) flit past, in ghastly masquerading and chattering? A low scarce-audible moan (in Parliamentary Petitions, Meal-mobs, Popish Riots, Treatises on Atheism) struggles from the moribund sleeper; frees him not from his hellish guests and saturnalia: Phantasms these "of a dying brain." So too, when the old Roman world, the measure of its iniquities being full, was to expire, and (in still bitter agonies) be born again, had, they not Veneficæ, Mathematici, Apolloniuses with the Golden Thigh, Apollonius' Asses, and False Christs enough,-before a REDEEMER arose ! This Beppic Hegira (Flight from Palermo) we have now arrived at brings us down, in European History, to somewhere about the epoch of the Peace of Paris. Old Feudal Europe (while he flies forth into the whole Earth) has just finished the last of her" tavern brawls, (or wars ;) and lain down to doze, and yawn, and disconsolately wear off the headaches, bruises, nervous prostration, and flaccidity consequent thereon: for the brawl had been a long one, (Seven Years long;) and there had been many such, begotten, as is usual, of Intoxication, (from Pride, or other Devil's-drink,) and foul humours in the constitution. Alas, it was not so much a disconsolate doze, after ebriety and quarrel, that poor old Feudal Europe had now to undergo, and then on awakening to drink anew (wine of Abomination,) and quarrel anew: old Feudal Europe has fallen a-dozing to die! Her next awakening will be with no tavern-brawl (at the King's Head or Prime Minister;) but with the stern Avatar of DEMOCRACY, hymning its worldthrilling birth and battle song in the distant West; therefrom to go out conquering and to conquer, till it have made the circuit of all the Earth, and old dead Feudal Europe is born again (after infinite pangs!) into a new Industrial one. At Beppo's Hegira, as we said, Europe was in the last languor and stertorous fever-sleep of Dissolution: alas, with us and with our sons, (for a generation or two,) it is almost still worse, were it not that in Birth-fying. Nay more, and perversely enough, ever throes there is ever Hope, in Death-thròes the final departure of Hope. For, in truth, and altogether apart from such half-figurative language, Putrescence is not more naturally the scene of unclean creatures in the world physical, than Social Decay is of quacks in the world moral. Nay, look at it with the eye of the mere Logician, of the Political Economist. In such periods of Social Decay, what is called an overflowing Population, that is a Population which, under the old Captains of Industry, (named Higher Classes, Ricos Hombres, Aristocracies, and the like,) can no longer find work and wages, increases the number of Unprofessionals, Lack-alls, Social Nondescripts; with appetite of utmost keenness, which there is no known method of satis as Population augments, your Captains of Industry can and do dwindle more and more into Now the philosophic reflection we were to Captains of Idleness; whereby the more and indulge in, was no other than this, most ger- more overflowing Population is worse and mane to our subject: the portentous extent worse governed (shown what to do, for that is of Quackery, the multitudinous variety of the only government:) thus is the candle lightQuacks that along with our Beppo, and under ed at both, ends; and the number of social him each in his degree, overran all Europe Nondescripts increases in double-quick ratio. during, that same period, the latter half of last Whoso is alive, it is said, "must live;" at all century. It was the very age of impostors, events, will live; a task which daily gets cut-purses, swindlers, double-gangers, enthu- harder, reduces to stranger shifts. And now siasts, ambiguous persons; quacks simple, furthermore, with general economic distress, in quacks compound; crack-brained, or with de- such a Period, there is usually conjoined the ceit prepense; quacks and quackeries of all utmost decay of moral principle: indeed, so colours and kinds. How many Mesmerists, universal is this conjunction, many men have Magicians, Cabalists, Swedenborgians, Illumi-seen it to be a concatenation and causation; nati, Crucified Nuns, and Devils of Loudun! To which the Inquisition Biographer adds Vampires, Sylphs, Rosicrucians, Free-masons, and an Et cetera. Consider your Schröpfers, Cagliostros, Casanovas, Saint-Germains, Dr. Grahams; the Chevalier d'Eon, Psalmanazar, Abbé Paris, and the Ghost of Cock-lane! As if Bedlam had broken loose; as if rather (in that “spiri justly enough, except that such have (ever since a certain religious-repentant feeling went. out of date) committed one sore mistake: what is vulgarly called putting the cart before the horse. Political-Economical Benefactor of the Species! deceive not thyself with barren so phisms: National suffering is (if thou wilt understand the words) verily a “judgment of ing soul." The like too has many a human inferior Quack painfully experienced; the like lies in store for our hero Beppo. But now with such abundant raw-material not only to make Quacks of, but to feed and occupy them on, if the plastic-energy (of Hunger) fail not, what a world shall we have! The wonder is not that the eighteenth century had very numerous Quacks, but rather that they were not innumerable. God;" has ever been preceded by national | the surest instinct for the Good; the uneasiest crime. "Be it here once more maintained be- unconquerable repulsion for the False ar fore the world,” cries Sauerteig, in one of his Bad. The very Devil Mephistopheles cannot Springwürzel, "that temporal Distress, that deceive poor guileless Margaret: "it stands Misery of any kind, is not the cause of Immor-written on his front that he never loved a livtality, but the effect thereof! Among individuals, it is true, so wide is the empire of Chance, poverty and wealth go all at hap-hazard; a Saint Paul is making tents at Corinth, while a Kaiser Nero fiddles, in ivory palaces over a burning Rome. Nevertheless here too, if nowise wealth and poverty, yet well-being and ill-being, even in the temporal economic sense, go commonly in respective partnership with Wisdom and with Folly: no man can, for a length of time, be wholly wretched, if there In that same French Revolution alone, which is not a disharmony (a folly and wickedness) burnt up so much, what unmeasured masses within himself; neither can the richest Croesus, of Quackism were set fire to; nay, as foul meand never so eupeptic, (for he too has indiges- phitic fire-damp in that case, were made to tions and dies at last from surfeit,) be other flame in a fierce, sublime splendour; coruscatthan discontented, perplexed, unhappy, if he ing, even illuminating! The Count Saint be a Fool." This we apprehend is true, O Germain, some twenty years later, had found Sauerteig, yet not the whole truth: for there is a quite new element, of Fraternization, Sacred more than days' work and days' wages in this right of Insurrection, Oratorship of the Human world of ours; which, as thou knowest, is it- Species, wherefrom to body himself forth quite self quite other than a "Workshop and Fancy- otherwise: Schröpfer needed not now, as Bazaar," is also a "mystic Temple and Hall of Blackguard undeterred, have solemnly shot Doom." Thus we have heard of such things himself in the Rosenthal; might have solemnly as good men struggling with adversity, and of-sacrificed himself, as Jacobin half-heroic, in fering a spectacle for the very gods.-"But the Place de la Révolution. For your quackwith a nation," continues he, "where the mul- genius is indeed born, but also made; circumtitude of the chances covers, in great mea-stances shape him or stunt him. Beppo Balsure, the uncertainty of Chance, it may be samo, born British in these new days, could said to hold always that general Suffering is have conjured fewer Spirits; yet had found a the fruit of general Misbehaviour, general living and glory, as Castlereagh Spy, Irish Dishonesty. Consider it well; had all men Associationist, Blacking-Manufacturer, Bookstood faithfully to their posts, the Evil, when Publisher, Able Editor. Withal too the reader it first rose, had been manfully fronted, and will observe, that Quacks, in every time, are abolished, not lazily blinked, and left to grow, of two sorts: the Declared Quack; and the with the foul sluggard's comfort: It will last my Undeclared, who, if you question him, will time.' Thou foul sluggard, and even thief deny stormfully, both to others and to himself; (Faulenzer, ja Dieb!) For art thou not a thief, of which two quack-species the proportions to pocket thy day's wages (be they counted in vary with the varying capacity of the age. If groschen or in gold thousands) for this, if it be Beppo's was the age of the Declared, therein, for any thing, for watching on thy special after all French Revolutions, we will grant, lay watch-tower that God's City (which this His one of its main distinctions from ours; which World is, where His children dwell) suffer no is it not yet (and for a generation or two) the damage; and, all the while, to watch only that age of the Undeclared? Alas, almost a still thy own ease be not invaded,-let otherwise more detestable age; yet now (by God's hard come to hard as it will and can? Un-grace) with Prophecy, with irreversible Enacthappy! It will last thy time: thy worthless sham of an existence, wherein nothing but the Digestion was real, will have evaporated in the interim; it will last thy time: but will it last thy Eternity? Or what if it should not last thy time, (mark that also, for that also will be the fate of some such lying sluggard;) but take fire, and explode, and consume thee like the moth !" The sum of the matter, in any case, is, that national Poverty and national Dishonesty go together; that continually increasing social Nondescripts get ever the hungrier, ever the falser. Now say, have we not here the very making of Quackery; raw-material, plasticenergy, both in full action? Dishonesty the raw-material, Hunger the plastic-energy: what will not the two realize? Nay observe farther how Dishonesty is the raw-material not of Quacks only, but also, in great part, of Dupes. In Goodness, were it never so simple, there is ment (registered in Heaven's chancery,where thou too, if thou wilt look, mayst read and know) that its death-doom shall not linger. Be it speedy, be it sure!-And so herewith were our philosophical reflection, on the nature, causes, prevalence, decline, and expected (temporary) destruction of Quackery, concluded; and now the Beppic poetic Narrative can once more take its course. Beppo then, like a Noah's Raven, is out upon that watery waste, (of dissolute, beduped, distracted European Life,) to see if there is any carrion there. One unguided little Raven, in the wide-weltering "Mother of dead Dogs:" will he not come to harm; will he not be snapt up, drowned, starved, and washed to the Devil there? No fear of him,--for a time. His eye, (or scientific judgment,) it is true, as yet takes in only a small section of it; but then his scent (instinct of genius) is prodigious: several endowments (forgery and others) he has |