besought them to employ their skill upon his master. The number of wounded, however, did not allow them to occupy their time with a hopeless case, and they refused to give him any attention. The groom subse. quently brought a physician, and one of Seville's friends, who saw that, though three days had by this time elapsed since that officer had been buried as dead, he still breathed; and, his teeth having been forced open, some wine and other nourishment was administered to him. While they were laboring earnestly to restore him to health, the town was stormed and taken; and a part of the enemy, searching the house of Seville's brother, whom they put to death without mercy, found the wounded man, and brutally threw him out of the window. He fell upon a dunghill, and some straw having been accidentally thrown over him, he lay thus concealed for a time, when at length he was discovered by a young officer, who at once, conveyed him to his family and friends, and he was thus miraculously preserved from an untimely grave.

Armenian Burial Ground.

At Smyrna, the burial ground of the Armenians, like that of the Moslem, is removed a short distance from the town, is sprinkled with green trees, and is a favorite resort, not only with the bereaved, but with those whose feelings are not thus darkly overcast. I met there one morning a little girl, with a half playful countenance, busy blue eye and sunny locks, bearing in one hand a small cup of china, and in the other, a wreath of fresh flowers. Feeling a natural curiosity to know what she could do with those bright things in a place that seemed to partake so much of sadness, I watched her light motions. Reaching a retired grave covered with a plain marble slab, she emptied the seed-which it appeared the cup contained-into the slight cavities which had been scooped out in the corners of the level tablet, and laid the wreath on its pure face.

"And why," I enquired, "my sweet girl, do you put seed in those little bowls there?"

"It is to bring the birds here," she replied, with a half wondering look; "they will light on this tree when they have eaten the seed, and sing." "To whom do they sing; to you, or each other?"

"O, no!" she replied, "to my sister-she sleeps here."

"But your sister is dead?"

"O, yes sir, but she hears the birds sing."

"Well, if she does hear the birds sing, she cannot see that wreath of flowers."

"But she knows I put it there, I told her before they took her away from our house, I would come and see her every morning."

"You must," I continued, "have loved that sister very much; but shall never talk with her any more-never see her again."

"Yes sir," she replied, with a brightened look-"I shall see her in heaven."

"But she has gone to heaven already, I trust."

"No-she stops under this tree, till they bring me here, and then we are going to heaven together."

MONG the highly valuable discoveries, we must place that of steam, for by its means distance is annihilated, trade rendered prosperous, human labor saved, and a new importance given to the country. It is a curious matter to follow the progress of this discovery, which is, in a great measure, due to the children of our beautiful France.

Anthemius, an architect and engineer, under the Emperor Justinian, mentioned by Agathias, in his history, book iv., having lost a law-suit against his neighbor Tenon, resolved upon a singular species of revenge. He filled several large vessels with water, and closed them very tight: several pipes were attached to the covers, which decreased in size as they reached upwards.Fire being placed underneath, the steam escaped through the pipes in the covers, and not finding a free vent above, shook the ceiling and the rafters of his own house, and that of Tenon, to such a degree, that the

latter left it from fright.

The power of s:eam was then known at that time; but the application of it, for want of means, was never directed to useful purposes. Nevertheless, in an article of M. Arago, in the ANNUAIRE DES BREAUX DES LONG ITUDES, for the year 1829, we read that, one hundred and twenty years before Christ, Hero, of Alexandria, called the Old, invented an apparatus presenting the first application ever made of Steam. It bore the name of SPIRITALIA SEU PNEUMATICA, and is called a re-action machine.

Under the reign of Louis XIII., a man conceived the project of making use of steam, as a motive power, on an extended scale; but his genius experienced an oppression of a terrible nature. If Cardinal Richelieu is mentioned in history as a capable minister, we must not yet forget that there were many victims to his pride and obstinacy, whose sufferings have tarnished his reputation for skill, and shed a bloody halo round his head. The following is a letter addressed by Marion Delorme to Cinq Mars, the young man who entertained the silly preject of overturning the cardinal minister:

MY DEAR D'EFFIAT:-Whilst you are forgetting me, at Marbonne, absorbed in the pleasures of the Court, and of oppressing M. le Cardinal, I, according to your expressed wishes, am doing the honors of Paris to your English lord, the Marquis of Worcester. I take him about, or, rather, he takes me about, from one curiosity to another. Choosing always the most sad and serious, speaking but few words, listening with great attention, and fixing his large blue eyes upon every one of whom he asks a question, as if he could see into the depths of their souls. He is never satisfied with the explanations he receives, and does not look upon things exactly as they are shown to him. For instance, when we visited the Bicetre, he pretended to see marks of great genius in a crazy man, whom, if he were not raving, I am sure your Englishman would have taken to London, if possible, and listened to his nonsense from morning till night. As we crossed the yard filled with these creatures, I was half-dead with fright, and leaned against my companion. Suddenly an ugly face appeared behind the bars, and a hoarse voice exclaimed:

"I am not crazy. I have made a discovery which will enrich the country that so violently opposes it."

"What is his discovery?" I asked of the man who showed us over the place.

"Ah!" exclaimed he, shrugging his shoulders, "something very simple, which you would never guess: it is the use of steam.”

I burst out laughing.

"His name," continued the keeper, "is Solomon de Caus. He came from Normandy, four years ago, to present a memoir to the King, on the subject of the marvelous effects to be obtained by his invention: according to him, machinery could be moved by it, carriages propelled, and numerous other wonders produced. The cardinal sent away the fool without listening to him. But De Caus, undiscouraged, followed him from place to place; so that Richelieu, tired of him, had him shut up in the Bicetre, where he has now been three years and a half, and where he tells every stranger, as he did you, that he is not crazy, but that he has made a great discovery. He has even written a book on the subject."

And he handed us a book. Milord Worcester took it, and after reading some pages, said,

"This man is by no means crazy; and in my country, instead of shutting him up, we would have made his fortune. Bring him here: I wish to ques

tion him."

He returned from this conversation with a sad countenance.

"He is indeed crazy now," said he, "misfortune and captivity have destroyed his reason for ever; you have made him crazy; but when you put him in this dungeon, you placed there the greatest genius of your time."

Hereupon we took our leave, and since then he can only talk of Solomon de Caus. Adieu, my dear and faithful Henry; come back soon, and in the mean time be not too happy there, to preserve a little love for me. MARION DELORME.

The book shown by the keeper to the Marquis of Worcester, was, no doubt, that published by the unhappy Solomon de Caus, in 1613, by the title of "Considerations of Motive Forces with various useful Machines.

The idea of raising water by means of the elastic force of steam, belongs