moderation, which, if it cannot conciliate the restless spirit of disappointed malignity, secures to her the unqualified applause of every ingenuous mind, and when the detail of her conflicts shall be read by future generations, it will be said of her, that she conquered not for herself, but was the deliverer of a barrassed world, the pacificator of Europe, and the guardian of the oppressed in every quarter of the earth. The arm of her strength has never been stretched forth to enslave or to subjugate; but, on the contrary, she denied herself the sweet enjoyment of the blest hour of peace, until she had rescued the captive from his dungeon, and given liberty to the pining victims of a piratical despot.

If one trophy more was wanting to complete her claim to the love and gra. titude of the nations, it was that which her Exmouth wrested from the Moorish tyrant. Long had she laboured to break the galling chain of the African slave, This she has gloriously effected, by triumphing over the selfish passions of man, and restoring his fellow-creature to those primæval rights of personal liberty which the CREATOR gave to all men as the unalienable equality of their nature. But the satisfactions of virtue are never accomplished while there remains a vice in the human character unadmonished by her counsels, unabashed by her example, unsubdued by her influence.

So Great Britain, who owes her preeminence not less to her national virtues than the valour of her people, has stepped forward as the moral instructress of the earth, and, by exciting the indignant feelings of its govern ments against that hydra of iniquity the slave trade, has, at length, crushed this monster, which had infected the commerce of Europe with its pestiferous breath, and has delivered the unoffending sons of Africa from its deadly folds-but there yet remained one noxious insect, the venomous spi der of the Mediterranean, which, to the disgrace of every European court, had been suffered to insult their respective flags, by dragging their vessels of trade into its web, and retaining their subjects in its cells of slavish durance. With the besom of just indignation our Exmouth swept the reptile from the surface of those seas on which it dared to float; destroyed its web, and delivered its helpless victims from its mortal entanglements.

In this deed of retributive justice, the motive reflects the chief honour upon our arms. The punishment was as summary as the execution of it was glorious. But in this, as in all their other acts of enterprize, the prompt spirit of bravery which actuates our seamen was conspicuous. The blow was no sooner meditated than it was given, and the chastisement was complete. It required not the colossal aggregate of the British Navy to overthrow the insolent preten. sions of an impotent pirate; but the cause of humanity was concerned, and the same impulse which induced the arbitress of the civilized world to stretch forth her protecting arm in behalf of the suffering African, led her to teach the savage ruler of Algiers that the blood of her European brethren was too precious in her sight to be drawn by the whip of slavery, and their freedom too costly to be submitted to the nod of a Moorish barbarian. The signal vengeance which this petty despot suffered, has added another naval crown to those which the exploits of Lord Exmouth have already won in the various course of his professional life; and the nature of the transaction has added additional interest to the name of Pellew; a name that is blended with some of the boldest acts of bravery, and most skilful evidences of seamanship that grace the laurelled annals of the British navy; a name that will ever be endeared to his native land, and never be pronounced by his countrymen but with the proudest exultation and liveliest affection; and we proceed, with grateful regard, to mention some of the numerous instances of skill and courage, that give to this name the exalted character which a British sailor cherishes as his happiest boast, undaunted bravery and unspotted fame.

H. G. W.

SIR EDWARD PELLEW, Baronet, Viscount and Baron Exmouth, of Canonteign, in the county of Devon, en tered the royal navy in 1770, and was placed on board his Majesty's ship Juno, Captain Scott, before he was twelve years old. His first voyage was with the armament destined to take possession of the Falkland Islands, then seized by Spain; but the war with America. commencing in 1774, he shortly afterwards joined his patron, Captain Powǹall, in the Blonde, and sailed with the squadron dispatched for the relief of Quebec. After distinguishing himself

in action on Lake Champlain, he proceeded, the ensuing season, with the British army under General Burgoyne across the Lakes and upon the Hudson River, to form a junction with the royal forces at New York. The object of this expedition, however, unfortunately failing, the young officer and his gallant comrades became prisoners of war at the disastrous surrender of our troops at Saratoga; in consequence of which, he returned to England in charge of a transport with dispatches in 1776; when his services were immediately rewarded with a commission by Lord Sandwich. He soon afterwards again joined Captain Pow nall, in the Apollo, as first lieutenant; and in 1780 was promoted to the rank of commander upon the death of his valuable friend, who gloriously fell in action with a French frigate under the walls of Ostend. Appointed to the Pelican sloop, an early opportunity offered to signalize his name still fur ther, by the destruction of a large convoy lying withinside the Isle of Bas, and strongly protected by three armed vessels. These he unhesitatingly attacked at their anchorage; and after driving all on shore, had the satisfaction of working his little sloop out of port again in safety. For this service he was made post, upon the representation of Admiral Milbank, by the late Lord Keppel, and continued afterwards actively employed in the Artois until the peace.

After successively commanding the Winchelsea and Salisbury, upon the rupture with France in 1792, Captain Pellew was appointed to La Nymphe frigate, and in the June of that year captured La Cleopatre, of 44 guns, off the Start Point, after an action of fiftyfive minutes, in which the French cap. tain, three officers, and sixty men, were killed, and nearly one hundred wounded. On his arrival at Spithead, with the trophy of this splendid achievement, Captain P. had the honour of being knighted, upon his introduction to his Majesty by Lord Chatham, by whom his brother, who had fought under him, was also made a post-captain.

In March 1796, Sir Edward was created a baronet, on the recommendation of Earl Spencer, in consequence of his unexampled and successful exertions in saving the lives of more than five hundred soldiers and their families, wrecked in Plyrouth Sound, in the

Dutton Indiaman, to reach which he was drawn through the surf at the imminent hazard of his life, after all the officers had quitted her, and where he remained until the last of her crew was safely landed. Scarcely had Sir Edward entered his boat to return, when the ship went to pieces, and it was with much difficulty he escaped drowning in making the shore. Among the many other honours conferred upon the hero of this distinguished triumph of humanity, was the presentation of the freedom of Plymouth in a silver box, at a splendid entertainment given by the Corporation, to commemorate this glorious enterprise; for which, however, the reward of his own feelings at being the chosen instrument of Providence to effect the preservation of so many fellow-mortals from an untimely death, must have infinitely exceeded every recompense which grati tude could bestow.

The same year introduced Sir Edward to a far different exploit:-accompanied by the Amazon frigate, he fell in with Les Droits de l'Homme, of 84 guns, and bearing an Admiral's flag, on her return from the celebrated expedition of General Hoche to Ireland. After an arduous night-action in a gale of wind, running for Brest, then a leeshore, the enemy was driven on the rocks, and the vessel totally lost, with upwards of eight hundred of her crew. On the return of day-light, Sir Edward had also the grief to see the same fate attending his valiant, but less fortunate, friend Rear-admiral Reynolds (afterwards drowned in the St. George), who, from the crippled state of the Amazon, had not been able to haul off in time; the frigate, therefore, subsequently went to pieces; but as the ebbing tide left her high and dry up on the shore, the officers and men were saved.

In May 1814, while Commander-inchief in the Mediterranean, the long and zealous services of Sir Edward were farther recompensed by his elevation to a Peerage, under the title of Baron Exmouth of Canonteign; and upon no officer has this dignity been conferred, whose valour and success more richly merited the proud distinction. It was reserved, however, for a subsequent enterprise to enrol his name yet higher in the annals of his country's glory, and to place it second only to the revered memory of him, whose fame

must be coeval with the existence of that nation which he expired defend ing, and whose dying words can never be repeated in vain, when it is remembered they were the words of NEL

SON,

ENGLAND EXPECTS EVERY MAN WILL
DO HIS DUTY!"

and at Algiers, as at Trafalgar, was this hope verified, by a victory as signal in its effects, and beneficial in its consequences, as any that have swelled the records of our naval triumphs. The achievement is much too recent to require any particular detail; and even were it otherwise, the admirable dispatches of the gallant chief would render it unnecessary, by having already given so distinct a narrative of every part of the procedure. It is only, therefore, needful to observe, that the bombardment of Algiers took place on Tuesday, August 27, 1816, when the shipping, arsenals, and a large part of the city, were completely destroyed; the consequence of this was, an unconditional surrender of all prisoners, and the abolition of Christian slavery for ever!

For this victory Lord Exmouth was, in the succeeding month, raised to the dignity of a Viscount of Great Britain; and never, perhaps, did it fall to the lot of any individual to be twice distinguished for such achievements of humanity as those which shed their splendour round the chaplet of his fame. The career of his lordship's naval exploits presents, indeed, a long unbroken series of perilous exertion, and continued conquests; but his personal effort in rescuing a perishing crew from the tempestuous grave that yawned beneath them, and his professional euterprise in redeeming future thousands from all the horrors of tyrannic bondage, will grace his name and memory with a radiance infinitely surpassing all that war or victory cau display.

Lord Exmouth was, we believe, married, at an early age, to Susan, daughter of James Frowd, Esq. of Cricklade, Wiltshire, and has now living two daughters, and four sons; two of the latter are treading in their father's steps to naval honour, and will, we doubt not, perpetuate the glory, with the naine, of Exmouth, to generations who knew not their parent.

We cannot yet, however, close this Memoir, without again offering the tribute of our warmest eulogium to that perse

vering ardour which has so peculiarly marked every action in the life of its noble original, this is indeed characteristic of the British navy, and we confidently trust, that England will owe many a future chieftain to the example of those virtues which dignify her EXMOUTH. J. T.

LEGENDS OF LAMPIDOSA.

COLLECTED BY A RECLUSE.

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THE SPANIARD.

MONG the noble visitors assembled at Bareges near the French Pyrenees, none were more distinguished than the Conde Manuel del Tormes and his beautiful wife Juana. The dispropor tion of their ages, characters, and exteriors, was a subject of surprise to every young cavalier, and of pity to every Spanish matron. His shrivelled forehead, bloated eyes, and cadaverous complexion, in which the jaundice of spleen and suspicion was added to the olive tint given by his native climate, afforded a fearful contrast to the soft youthful countenance of his consort. After a short and reluctant stay at these celebrated medicinal springs, the Condo suddenly announced his intended return to Madrid; where the pomp attached to his high official station soothed his pride, and prevented the indolent ennui which diseased his imagination. While he addressed his commands to Donna Juana a page entered with a small packet, which he received without casting his eye upon it and put into his vest. But Juana saw it with very uneasy sensations, knowing that it contained a pair of valuable bracelets which a jeweller at Bareges had been privately ordered to prepare for her. Severely confined by her husband's jealous parsimony, she had been tempt ed to commit the fault common to inexperienced wives-the dangerous fault of trusting disobedience to secresy. Either by heedlessness or design, the bracelets, which had never been intend ed to meet her lord's eye, had fallen into his hands; and a detection, ag gravated by attempted concealment, would be the inevitable result. That quickness of invention so unfortunately peculiar to women, prompted her to shape a device which accident seemed to favor. Passing by the room where her husband usually took his siesta, or

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evening repose; she saw the door halfopened, and the ill-fated packet lying a writing-table surrounded with rouleaus and scattered dollars. The faint light admitted by the closed ja louses of the chamber discovered no one in it, but she heard the deep and slow breathings of a sleeper behind the drapery which shadowed a retired couch. Juana instantly took off her own well-known bracelets, folded and sealed them in a paper shaped like the jeweller's packet, of which the wax did not appear to have been broken. It would not be difficult, she believed, to persuade her husband that they had been sent for some slight change or repairs, and the jeweller's discretion might be secured. Secretly blessing Don Manuel's unusual want of curiosity and lethargic humour, Juana stole with a sylph's step into the dusky chamber, and without pausing to wonder at the numerous rouleaus, though the opportunity excited a smile, exchanged her packet for that which lay exposed upon the table and fled back. But what surprise, perplexity, and dismay, possessed her, when she broke the wax and beheld, not the bracelets she had ordered, but a magnificent pair of the rarest Peruvian gold enriched with a medallion representing a young man in a splendid English uniform! Its companion contained a cypher and coronet of diamonds. Could this be the jeweller's mistake, the stratagem of some gallant stranger, or part of a mystery managed by her husband? Whatever was the truth, her own imprudence and misfortune were irretrievable, as on her cautious return to the chamber-door, she found it closed and bolted. In silent and profound agony, sharpened by the necessity of disguise, Juana awaited the return of her husband, whose countenance only expressed its usual sullen coldness, while he completed her confusion by enquiring for what purpose she had privately ordered the bracelets which a jeweller had delivered to his page. Unprepared, disordered, and conscious of error, Juana made a timid and hesitating reply, which, though strictly true, had all the aspect of falsehood. She alleged, that compassion for a distressed and deserving artisan, had induced her to order a pair of bracelets, which she had not thought sufficiently important to mention. Don Manuel heard her with a mysterious smile, and

carelessly answered, that he had de termined to leave Bareges because he had been required to cede the chamber usually allotted to his siesta, for the accommodation of one of the numerous strangers lately arrived at the venta where they lodged. This last intelligence explained one part of the fatal, mistake committed by Juana, and deepened the possible calamity. She had been seen, perhaps, by the new guest feloniously conveying away his jewels, and leaving in exchange a deposit which he might receive and expose as a token of preference! The loveliest rose-colour of modest shame spread over her cheeks at this thought, and her husband throwing the bracelets she had clandestinely purchased into her lap, smiled on her and departed in silence. This silence and this forgiving smile touched her innocent and generous heart with more remorse than his utmost bitterness could have excited. Softened by self-reproach into respectful timidity, she obeyed his commands to prepare for an immediate removal, with unusual yet unaffected meekness. During their long journey to Madrid, she received no other notice than a cold' monysylable or an indirect glance, but the spirit of youth and innocence sustained her hopes and her efforts to conciliate. Many months passed without any recurrence to the unfortunate mistake at Bareges, when the English ambassadress gave a fête, which all the nobility of Madrid were invited to partake. Juana eagerly embraced the opportunity to seek a friendship with this distinguished lady, half determining to deposit the stolen jewels in her hands, that they might be restored to their owner by her aid. Many officers of high rank, attendants on the "Great Lord," were minged with the assembly, whose chief attention was fixed on the Conde del Tormes' beautiful wife. With that quick and constant suspicion which creates the danger it fears, Juana imagined some peculiar meaning in the occasional glance of a young Englishmau, whose military dress resembled the portrait in the bracelet. A thousand blushes pursued each other over her face, and her downcast, yet attentive eye seemed to give assent to the enquiry expressed by his. The gracious gaiety of the ambassadress encouraged her young guest to ask the name of this Englishman. ""Tis my brother,” replied her excellency smiling, "and

he dares not ask an introduction to any Spanish belle because he has forfeited my favor by his negligence." Juana hazarded another question which her entertainer's sprightly tone invited, and the ambassadress uncovering her arm answered, "He promised to bring me bracelets of your purest Peruvian gold for this night, and you see me without any!-Listen to his excuse and praise its ingenuity. He tells me that his usual infirmity of walking in his sleep seized him at Kareges, where he dreamed that a music book lay before him, in which a Spanish ballad so strongly touched bis fancy, that to distinguish the page, be left a folded paper in it; when he awoke, the packet which contained the bracelets intended for me, was gone. He remembers the room, the ballad, and the music-book, in which he pretends that he deposited it, most accurately; and if I may believe him, the ballad was "-" One of Lopez de Vegas," hastily interrupted Juana, and the music book was mine. We left Bareges suddenly before the owner of the bracelets could be guessed; but I have brought them to night, hoping that your kindness might assist me in restoring them." The ambassadress, with a smile full of benignity and archness, received the bracelets from the young countess, whose blushes announced how much she doubted whether she owed most to the delicate invention of the brother of the sister. But during the remainder of the evening, her release from a dan gerous dilemma gave an elastic case to her movements, and a new lustre to her countenance, of which more than one eye was fatally observant.

The gala extended far beyond midmight, and the brother of the fair giver was among the latest lingerers. Morning shone through the triellis of his balcopy when he reached his bed chamber, where he saw, with great surprise, a large wooden chest, which had been brought, as his servant informed him, only a few minutes before his return, by three strangers, who had received his orders, they said, to lodge it there with great precaution. Our English man prudently dismissed his valet before he unfastened the lid of this mysterious coffer and raised the large folds of white linen within. Beneath them lay the lifeless body of Juana, in the rich attire she had worn at his sister's banquet, with a chain of Peruvian gold twisted tightly round her neck, and

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tied in a fatal knot. Her right hand wore a white glove; the left was bare and disfigured by deep wounds.-At this frightful spectacle a cry of horror escaped Clanharold; but presently collecting his disordered senses, he began to consider what was most expedient at a crisis so perilous. He saw the snare prepared for him, and had terri ble proofs of the power, the malice, and the speed of the contriver. The vindictive jealousy which had sacri ficed so much loveliness might also thirst for his life, though sheltered by his national importance and family dis tinction. In a few hours Clanharold had devised and executed the plan which appeared best fitted to his pur pose, and several days passed without producing any rumour relative to Juana, except that she had left Madrid with her husband. When the Conde's departure was well ascertained, the young Englishman, whose pride bad forbidden any step resembling a retreat, began to feel the policy of quitting Spain. He was alone in his chamber. arranging some important papers when his valet entered leading three armed agents of the police, who instantly conveyed him in a closed carriage to a secret prison. The Bishop of Creceived him there. "You are accused," said the prelate with a stern air, "of seduction and assassination; and though our principles of jurisprudence prohibit any disclosure of the accuser's name and communications, I love England and its laws too much to withhold my protection from an Englishman. Therefore I tell you your valet is your accuser. He saw you in the act of opening a certain coffer, and he directed us where to find it buried, in the orangery under your balcony. You grow pale, and he has spoken truth!"" in England," replied Clanharold after a short pause, I should have appealed to its laws to protect me from imprisonment on an unconfirmed pretence, and to my reputation for an answer to such a charge. It is no boast to say, that Englishmen are not familiar with that ferocious passion which urges men to murder what they cannot possess, or have possessed too long. When I tell you this, I only tell you that we are not monsters." Innocence itself would have shrunk from the Spaniard's eye as he answered. "You are aware, then, that he accuses you of assassinating a woman !"-Clan

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