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were opposing the attempt. These latter had | artillery after some very sharp fighting.. Our entered the steeple of the cathedral, and sud- unwelcome visitors then retired, having civilly denly poured down a volley on the crowd be thanked us for the use of the windows. low, by which several persons were killed and Shortly after this affair, several persons wounded : a dreadful yell now arose, and the called upon my friend, bearing, the lamentaarmed men around me began to fire upon the ble news of the murder of Count Latour, the National Guards in the church. As you may minister of war, who, after having been imagine, I tried to get away as fast as possi- stabbed in many places, had been hanged ble, but this was no easy matter, for I was up to a lamp-post opposite his own door, hemmed in by the crowd ; but at length I notwithstanding the efforts made by M. managed to get at some distance from the Smoka, * one of the vice presidents of the scene of action, when I came upon a regiment Diet, to save the nobleman's life. of Imperial soldiers, accompanied by artillery; cold blooded, ferocious deed, worthy of the upon this I rushed through the porte cochère demons that disgraced the first French Revoof a house, and running up stairs to the first lution. I had dined at Count Latour's only floor, with several other persons, who, like two days previous to his murder. myself, were non-belligerents, I looked upon As the fighting had ceased in the environs the fight that was taking place in the street be- of the Graben, I ventured to return towards low. The regular soldiers were soon put to my hôtel. I came, however, almost immediflight, and several cannon captured by the ately upon a picket of Imperialist troops ; the National Guards, (not the yellow blacks,) the soldiers of which, haring arrested ine, conpeople and the students, or rather, as these ducted me to their officer, who, on my informIatter term themselves, the Academic Legion. ing him that I was an Englishman, and proAs I considered my quarters as anything but ducing my carte de séjour, allowed me to safe, I quitted the house during a tempora- proceed, and at about seven o'clock I reached ry lull, and went off to a Viennese friend of my own quarters. mine, who lived in the Graben. This, how The booming of cannon and the reports of ever, was going out of the frying-pan into the musketry kept me awake all night ; and at fire, for shortly after my arrival a barricade daylight, on my descending to the court-yard, was thrown up nearly opposite the house, which the master of the hôtel informed me that the was attacked by some infantry and artillery. arsenal had capitulated after a severe struggle
. Soon afterwards a cannon-ball passed through On going out into the streets, I found barone of the windows and buried itself in a mir- ricades erected at almost every corner, which ror over the fire-place. Fortunately, no one were being fortified by cannon. During the was wounded by the pieces of broken glass. combat in the streets very few barricades had A few minutes afterwards the apartment was been raised, and the present ones were for the entered by a dozen armed men, chiefly students, purposes of defending the city against any atone of whom, addressing us very briefly, ex- tack that might eventually be made, should claimed:
the troops return. A good many dead “We have to apologize, gentlemen, for dis- bodies were lying about, one of which I returbing you, but we require the loan of this cognized as that of a very handsome young room to fire from," and, without more ado, the officer of the Imperial Guard, whom I had party proceeded to open the windows and fire frequently met in society. I must, in justice from them upon the military. You must be to the rebels, remark, that his corpse had not certain that I was by no means desirous that been plundered, although he wore several valthe insurgents should gain the day, upon this uable rings on bis fingers, and round bis neck occasion ; but I must frankly confess that in was a beautiful Maltese chain, to which was this one instance, I did somewhat hope that suspended a gold chronometer, by Barwise, the Imperialist soldiers might be repulsed from of London. I assisted in carrying the body this quarter, for I felt assured that if the into an adjoining house. barricade below were taken, that the troops At ten in the morning the news arrived would enter the house and shoot every person that the Emperor had fled from Schoenbrün, in it, on account of the firing from the win- with his court and escort of four thousand dows. My friend, who was a most loyal sub- cavalry, which was considered by the Vienject to his Emperor, evidently entertained the nese as an act of treachery on his part; as if same fears as myself
, so that we both awaited they expected that his Majesty would quietly the result in great anxiety. The defenders submit to their dictation, and surrender all of the barricade, however, not only held good his prerogatives, just because a handful of retheir own, but actually drove the troops from their position, and gained possession of the * Schuselka is probably meant. Ed. Dag.
bellious subjects chose to murder his minister mind that the place could not hold out against of war, and get up a rebellion in his capital. such well disciplined troops. At length, the Surely the Viennese might have contented attack began in real earnest, a proclamathemselves with the immense concessions al- tion found its way to within the glacis, by ready granted them by their generous sove which Windischgrätz declared that every one reign, had they possessed the slightest feeling found carrying arms should be immediateof gratitude. Anyhow, the garrison, con- ly shot by the Imperial troops. You may sisting of ten thousand men, has quitted the imagine my dismay, when a counter-proclamacapital, and here we are under the rule of an tion was issued by M. Messenhauser, that infuriated populace, whose power within the every able-bodied man, whether foreign or naprecincts of the city is unlimited. All re- tive, who should refuse to take up arms and spectable persons are naturally terror-struck. aid in the defence of Vienna should be immeHow all this will end, I know not; anyhow I diately shot. Bitterly did I repent of my not will have no intention of quitting the place, as having quitted Vienna on the outbreaking of I consider it to be the best plan, in cases such the insurrection ; for on the 29th, a band as the present, to remain where one is. Those of armed men entered the Archduke Charles who quit Vienna at this moment, will in all hôtel, and forced me and several other foreignprobability find the country in a dreadful ers, among whom was a Dutch Quaker, to state of disturbance, and will run the risk of accompanythem to Leopoldstädt, to assist in being plundered and murdered by roving par- defending that Faubourg against the troops. ties. Even when the Imperial armies attack On arriving there, we were compelled to fire the capital, which they are certain to do, be- from a barricade which was being attacked fore long, should they regain possession of the by a battalion of Grenadiers of the Guard. city, foreigners will have nothing to fear, if There was no use expostulating, for several they keep quiet and refrain from meddling infuriated insurgents in our rear levelled their with what does not concern them.
muskets at our heads, and swore that they
Oct. 31. would blow out our brains should we make Since writing the above, we have been go- any attempt at escape.
I remained for some ing through a series of events sufficient to time in the midst of the firing, and you may satisfy the most ardent seeker after excitement; easily imagine the feelings of a peaceable man for my part, I have had a little too much of like myself, on finding himself in such a it, for it is by a miracle only that I am alive. dreadful position. All around me appeared a You must have seen in the newspapers many dream, and I loaded and fired mechanically; accounts of what has occurred since the com my shot indeed could not have occasioned mencement of the insurrection. At this mo- much damage.
much damage. At length the barricade was ment, thank heaven, Vienna is again in the carried, and the troops rushed forward, putting power of its proper authorities, and good meas us to flight; I say us, for although with the ures are being taken to ensure the preserva- troops in spirit, I was corporeally with the intion of order.
surgents. It was a regular sauve qui peut, During the first few days that followed the and I ran until I got among the ruins of a departure of the troops, matters within the house that had been burned down and which city went on without much disturbance, and were still smoking. I had not been long had it not been for the barricades which re there before a company of Light Infantry mained standing, and the constant parading of passed by, following in the steps of the battalNational Guards, the Academic Legion, and ion by which the barricade had been taken. the armed populace, we should have scarcely On perceiving their captain, I recognized him imagined that we were in the midst of a be as a Baron de Lederer, with whom I had been sieged city. Contradictory accounts kept many years acquainted. Darting from my coming in. At one moment we were in- hiding-place, I ran towards him, exclaiming, formed that the Hungarians had attacked Jel Lederer, my dear fellow, save me for the lachich, and routed his army, while at other love of God," adding immediately afterwards, times it was asserted that the provinces were with a loud voice, in order to prevent the solin open revolt, and were attacking General diers from firing at me, “Vive l'Empereur, Windischgrätz. Every succeeding day, how- Vive Windischgrätz.” Notwithstanding these ever,. affairs became more serious, and the precautions I narrowly escaped being shot constant firing and booming of cannon proved down, and would, indeed, certainly have had to us that we were in the midst of war. I as- my body riddled with bullets, had not the cended St. Stephen's steeple several times, Baron recognized me, and taken 'me under and could perceive the Imperial forces quar- his protection. I marched with the company tered around the city, and I felt assured in my | into the capital, over scenes of blood-shed and
horror, such as I fervently hope never to wit- covering from the effects of my fright and ness again.
bruises. Yours very truly Thank God, I am at this moment comforta
HENRY WALTER D'ARCY. bly housed at the “ Archduke Charles," re Bentley's Miscellany.
MEMOIR OF ROBERT BLUM.
In the Augarten, near Vienna, on the 9th | His father was a laborer, engaged in loading November, was shot by order of the Imperial and unloading vessels on the banks of the Commander, Prince Windischgrätz, Robert Rhine. He passed his carlier years at Cologne, Blum, of Leipzig, publisher, the leader of the assisting his father in his rude occupation. decided party of freedom in the Frankfort He afterwards obtained employment in the Assembly. His execution has caused an ex- Cologne theatre—first, as cleaner of lamps, and traordinary sensation throughout Germany, and subsequently as box-opener. Though exhas been the subject of discussion in the As- tremely awkward and ugly, he seems to have sembly of National Representatives at Frank- given satisfaction in this situation, and, during fort, of which he was a member. The follow the many years he filled it, he spent his few ing is the official account of Blum's execution, leisure moments in cultivating his mind. At as given in the organ of the Austrian Govern- Leipzig, where he had the same office at the ment, the Vienna Gazette : "In virtue of a theatre, and later that of ticket-seller, he began sentence passed by martial law on the 8th in- to increase his income by writing small essays. stant, Robert Blum, publisher, of Leipzig, These were much read, and brought him acconvicted on his own confession of speeches ex- quainted with the numerous litteraten, or citing to revolt, and of armed opposition to authors, who live at Leipzig, as the centre of the the Imperial troops, was, in virtue of a procla- bookselling trade of Germany. From the atmation of Prince Windischgrätz, of the 20th tention which he gave to the pure idiom, as and 231 October, condemned to death, and the spoken on the stage, he lost the vulgarity of his execution thereof carried into effect at half-past native Cologne dialect, and this, added to his seven o'clock on the morning of the 9th No- natural cloquence, soon gave him a great as. vember, 1819, by powder and lead."
cendency in the growing political agitation of Blum is stated to have been arrested in the the day. Ile now became the editor of various city hospital. He and bis colleague, Fræbel, political and semi-political almanacs, his own went with an address to the Diet of Vienna. articles in which attracted considerable atThere is no proof of his having joined in the tention. Ronge's nco-Catholicism was adopted resistance of the Viennese, further than having by him with the greatest ardor. His speeches been found lodged in one of the hotels. At inflamed the indifference of a great portion of six in the morning, on the day of his execution, the Leipzig Romanists, and he was considered he was informed of his sentence. Ile replied the natural leader whenever a political crisis that he expected it. A little before seven he approached. In 1843, when the Romanist arrived in an open van, with a guard of cuiras- tendencies of Prince John of Saxony had rensiers, in the Brigithenau. Both in the van, and dered him temporarily unpopular, and a riot during the fearful moments after leaving it, broke out in Leipzig, Blum gave a direction Blum's behaviour was manful and composed to the whole, subdued the furious mob into Kneeling down, he tied the handkerchief over obedience to his will, and in the evening, resthis
eyes with bis own hands. He fell deal at ing from his dictatorship, was found selling the first discharge, two balls having entered his opera tickets, as usual. lle married into a chest, and one his head. The body was con- family residing in Leipzig, and became a bookveyed to the military hospital.
seller. The events of March, 1818, made him Robert Blum was one of the most extraordi an active and indefatigable agitator from that nary of the political characters which late events time. His stentor-like voice, and the precision in Germany have brought into prominent notice. of his manner, rendered him a very popular Fearless, eloqucnt and earnest, he was the vice-president in the famous Vorparlament at architect of his own fortune, and became a Frankfort
, in the last days of that month, and popular leader, at a time, and during scenes, his election at Leipzig was almost unanimous. when to be so was dangerous in the extreme. In the German Parliament he was considered
by the Conservatives as one of the most dan- reports, his speeches were, without exception, gerous leaders, principally on account of his of the wildest Jacobinical character. He stood being a man of progress, and of his vast in prominent as a leader after the proclamation of fluence over the people. He was sent to the Prince, and he was the first sentenced to Vienna, with four others, to represent the death. His execution is a gross breach of the sympathies of the 120 who form the Radical law acknowledged throughout Germany, by party, for the popular movement in that capital which the persons of members of the German —then in the hands of the Diet, and invested Parliament are safe until that assembly has by the troops of Windischgrätz. Here his granted permission for their prosecution. usual caution deserted him. According to all
THE TOWN, ITS MEMORABLE CHARACTERS AND EVENTS.*
“ Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, downy,
And heigh for London towny."
This is almost the pleasantest of Leigh Hunt's works; and to this, in part, perhaps, is to be many pleasant books. It is quite astonishing ascribed the feeling, that although he must now to contemplate the originality which he has the have as gray hairs as any of his critics, he yet power of diffusing over subjects treated of by seems a young man, and a young man he cerso many witers. The materials of such a work tainly is in heart and affections. as this before us, are necessarily drawn from a It is not very easy to give an account of this thousand antiquarian writers, some of them the book. We have said that Hunt's style, in most leaden-headed of men, yet in the volumes some of his works, is not free from something there is not one dull page—not one chapter which, however natural, is not unlikely to be which does not carry the reader on to the end. regarded by readers unfamiliar with his manIt is a book which so enchains the attention, ner, as affectation. From this fault, a serious that it is absolutely difficult to lay it aside. In one, and which has done much to restrict the many of Mr. Hunt's works there are passages number of his readers, these volumes are wholly addressed to peculiarities of taste which could free. Nothing can be more perfectly English not be sympathized with by those living beyond than the style is throughout. A few plırases, the conventional wishes which were appealed differing by their colloquial plainness from the to. The grotesque and the whimsical were, it ordinary language of the printed books of the would so seem, affected. We were not dis- present period, tell occasionally of the old posed to be reminded of Montaigne or of Ad- writers, among whose works bis favorito dison, as often as our author wished to call studies seem to lie; but this occurs not half as them to our remembrance. Mr. Ilunt, too, much, nor, to our tastes, half as pedantically, often seemed to be thinking, not of his subject, as in the works of Southey. Hunt's is a gracebut of the way in which others would treat it. ful, natural style for the most part—resembThe reader was in earnest while his author ling spoken, rather than written language. In seemed to be jesting, and this provoked mo- short, the book is a cordial, chatty, winter mentary in patience. Still there was every- fireside book. We do not so much walk where such exuberant good-nature, such ful through London with him, as listen to him tellDess of heart, such a determination to be ing of bis walks. His sympathies are with pleased with everything and everybody, that the great men who have lived in London, rather each successive work added to the number of than with London itself. The descriptions of Hunt's friends; for it is impossible to think of buildings please us less than the associations of him as a stranger, whether it is so happens that persons, often with the humblest lanes and his readers may have met him or not. For the thoroughfares; and Mr. Ilunt's book is very last few years his publications, at least such of rich in this sort of interest. them as we have seen, have been for the most manners from the earliest times to the period part reprints of his contributions to periodical of which Mr. Hunt was personally a witness,
are here very amusingly shown. If the book • "The Town, its Memorable Characters and has a fault, and one must be almost a reviewer Events." By Leigh Hunt. London: Smith, Elder, to find one, it is that the thread of association, & Co. 1818.
| which in this book unites topics most remote
from each other, is their accidental connection never passes a church without pulling off bis with some London street. Men that you hat. This shows that he has good principles.” never have thought of are presented naturally "On this” (we quote Hunt), "says Boswell
, enough together to the mind of one who knows in a note, I am inclined to think he was misLondon well, by the accident of having been informed as to this circumstance. I own I am born, or lived—at intervals, perhaps of cen- jealous for my worthy friend, Dr. John Campturies—in the same locality; but to all persons bell. For though Milton could, without rewho know little of the great Babel, this link of morse, absent himself from public worship, I association is one that does not ever suggest cannot." Now Hunt, like Johnson, teaches itself; and hence the contrasts are often very us to sympathize with all—to think a man may abrupt.
The execution of Lord Russell, be religious who goes to church, and another for instance, prepares us but ill for an election who stays away,—to feel that there may be a promise of the Duke of Newcastle, and the good deal of stern independence becoming a extraordinary accident by which it was kept. great man, in Penn refusing to take off bis hat, A very affecting passage from “Burnet's His or honor, with bonnet-worship, his father, the tory," and "Lady Russell's Letters,” harmo- | old admiral ; and nevertheless imagine the old nize little with a laughable and true story,” admiral by no means wrong in thinking this connected with the Duke of Newcastle, told in peculiarity of manners a very absurd one, and a curious miscellany, entitled “The Lounger's not the less absurd "for being elevated into Commonplace Book.” These, however, if theological importance.” The Quaker, re faults, are the faults of Mr. Hunt's subject, not fusing to take off his hat in a court of justice, his own; and we doubt, indeed, whether they are may, if judged of by the thoughts actuating faults at all. “There are, says Goldsmith, him in resistance, be easily a more fitting “a hundred faults in this thing, and a hundred subject of admiration than the beadle, who things might be said to prove them beauties.” removes it from the refractory disputant's head. || This was an author's preface to one of the most The latter, however, represents society seeking charming works ever written ; we speak of the to maintain the decencies of life, and the value “Vicar of Wakefield,” of which we never saw of Mr. Hunt's catholic taste is this, that he one of one hundred faults, till pointed out by exhibits the inner principle, justifying each. criticism, and in spite of the criticism we forget Men are happier-men are better-men are them whenever we read the book, which we more forbearing—more charitable to each other have done again and again, and which we shall from the influence of such books as this. : do again and again. Yet how easy would it There is a pleasant poem of Leigh Hunt's, in be to write a review of it, exbibiting its im- which he gives us a little story, from D'Herbepossibilities and incongruities, and dealing lot, which illustrates happily the train of with fiction as if it were fact, and as if the thought which his present book suggests. We writer who had addressed the imagination were may as well transcribe it :to weave his tale on the supposition that there
“ Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase,) was no such faculty in his reader—as if all Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace, these difficulties which disturb the pedestrian And saw within the moonlight, in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom, critic, were difficulties or interruption at all to
An angel, writing in a book of gold: the winged faculty which overflies them alto- Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold; gether. We envy in Mr. Hunt the genial | And to the presence, in the room, he said,
“What writest thou?' The Vision raised its head, sympathies which make him think of every- And with a look, made of all swect accord, thing in its true human aspect, which make Answered, " The names of those who love the Lord.' him see, even in the most vicious states of soci- Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, ety, such good as is in them—finding man, after But cheerly still; and said, I pray thee then, all, everywhere, not a devil, but a “damaged Write me as one who loves his fellow-men.' archangel.' Of Johnson, surely, among the It came again, with a great wakening light,
The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night best things we know, is the tender judgment And showed the names whom love of God had with which he regarded all error and all frailty And lo? Ben 'Adhem's name led all the rest.” --the defences which he perpetually made for his friends, whose outward acts were not ex The volumes before us contain, with some actly squared by conventional standards. Of new matter, a good deal that Mr. Hunt had, this a hundred instances might be given. We some thirteen years ago, published under the take one from Boswell, with Mr. Hunt's com title of “ The Streets of London," in succesment on the biographer.
sive monthly supplements to “Leigh Hunt's “Campbell,” said Johnson, “is a good man, London Journal ; ' and the publishers, who it, a pious man. I am afraid he has not been in seems, look for a more extensive work by the the inside of a church for many years ; but he same author, have thought it desirable to re