standard almost daily. Even in Vienna, enlistments for the Hungarian army were publicly made, while, at the same time, enlistments for the Croatian army were as publicly carried on, and that as though these were matters in which the Ministry of Austria had no special interest. At the same time, a third enrollment was solicited by printed bills, the design of which was to stir up an invasion in the north-western counties. Finding that all the lures that had been held out had not induced the Hungarian troops to desert and join the standard of the Croatians, the Austrians adopted a new course of policy, and appointed General Count Lamberg Commander-in-Chief of all the Hungarian, as well as the Croatian troops, with power to dissolve the Diet. This appointment could not be legal without the counter signature of the Hungarian Prime Minister, Batthyanyi, and if he ventured to act without it he would be guilty of high treason. Of this he was informed, but choosing to disregard it, and having no idea of the excitement at Pesth, he proceeded thither accordingly. The report immediately spread abroad that he had come to deliver the fortress of Buda, which commands Pesth, into the hands of the Austrian soldiers. Kossuth was addressing the Diet upon the means of defending themselves against Jellachich, when a tumult arose in the streets. The Deputy Balagh, on reaching the scene of confusion, found that the impression prevailed that the fortress was to be seized, and, putting himself at the head of the mass who had rushed out, armed with scythes, he marched towards the fortress gate, which was still in the possession of the determined men. When the crowd was returning, Count Lamberg met them in passing over the bridge of boats; he was recognized, pulled from his carriage, and immediately stricken down by a German student and a Hungarian from Transylvania. The mob seized the body in triumph, and dragged it through the streets. Communications between Lamberg and Jellachich had been intercepted, which proved that they acted in concert. But the Diet looked upon this violence with the deepest horror, and immediately sought to bring the murderers to justice. The Hussars, however, did not regard it at all in the light of a crime, but as a necessary act in an unavoidable revolution. But Batthyanyi, hopeless of gaining anything by revolution, and fearful of the worst results to his country, resigned his post, and hastened to Vienna to save for Hungary all that he found remaining of her wrecked liberties. Jellachich, hearing of the death of Lamberg, and also that Pesth was a scene of confusion, ordered an attack, trusting to his superior force, and to the want of artillery men and engineers in the Hungarian army. But, close to the vineyards of Sukoro', he was surprised at being received with cannon shot, followed by a long cannonade. The charge of Jellachich's cuirassiers was finally repulsed with so much energy that the Croates retired in utter confusion. Jellachich desired an armistice of three days, which General Moga granted. He did not retain his position, but, in the darkness of night, by forced marches, reached the Gyor, and from thence the Austrian frontier, where he expected reinforcements. In this flight, he, however, left two corps of his Croates exposed, one of 5,000, the other of 12,000 men, besides twelve cannons. These were sorely pressed by troops who were self-levied, under the command of Captains Gorgey and Perezel, and were obliged to surrender at discretion. The sheriff of the county through which they passed, had consumed or wasted all the provisions on the road, so that the troop were half starved, as well as dispirited by the news of the defeat at Sukoro. Sixty officers were taken prisoners, besides the trophies of the army, consisting of twelve cannons, seven standards, and 11,000 muskets. Such were the causes, and such the first flow of blood in Hungary. SOME Sciolists have discovered a short path to celebrity. Having heard that it is a vastly silly thing to believe every thing, they take it for granted, that it must be a vastly wise thing to believe nothing. They therefore set up for free-thinkers; but their only stock in trade is, that they are free from thinking. It is not safe to contemn them, nor very easy to convince them, since no persons make so large a demand against the reason of others, as those who have none of their own; as a highwayman will take greater liberties with our purse, than our banker. THE CASTLE BUILDERS. Original. BY MRS. H. M. TRACY. CHAPTER IX. "Go search thy heart, poor fool! "Twere time this world should cast Its infant slough away, And hearts burst forth at last Into the light of day; "Twere time all learned to be Fit for Eternity!" DAYS, weeks, months rolled around, and still the voyagers were pursuing their way over the blue ocean, to that land which has drawn so many by its golden lures, from all the pure and holy joys of home, to find there a grave, either for their worn-out bodies or their long despised virtues. Henry Vinton now, as in the days of his boyhood, was what the world calls a dreamer, -a castle builder. His brain was busy, not in the indulgence of idle regrets, but in bold plans for the future; and those plans were all based upon what he considered the true philosophy of life. He was not one to murmur if a ship was becalmed, or a stage coach failed to meet him at any of life's landings, for he made a sacred purpose, a sort of Heavenly intervention, grow out of all these incidents, that others regard as accidents and mischances. So, during his long voyage to India, he improved the time by becoming more familiar with his duties, not only to those whom he was immediately to serve; but home, with its suffering millions, was remembered with an earnest zeal that was yet to enstamp itself upon the hearts of his fellow men. His pen, that tongue which can speak louder than trumpet tones, recorded his glowing thoughts, and each home-bound vessel that they hailed, bore back his indignant bursts of eloquence against those who crushed the poor to the earth, and, in the name of law, rent from their wives and little ones, the bread of physical and moral life. Thought, busy thought, like a delver in the mines, brought up continually the golden ore for the refinement of taste, and the moulding of intellect. The ministry had missed their aim for once. They had thought to ward off the discussion of wrongs at home, by exposing wrongs abroad; wrongs that, for them, might have been perpetrated for ages, had not their investigation served a present convenience. Their agent was not only far too vigilant abroad, but this effort did not, for a moment, impede his labor at home, while his busy pen could command the power of the press to blazon to the world his sentiments. Indeed, his very popularity with the government, evinced by so important an appointment, added ten-fold to his interest as an Anti-Corn Law Leaguer, and paved the way for that extreme popular favor that was yet to greet him. In due time, the "golden orient" broke upon his vision. His wakeful senses caught every glimpse of grandeur, every odorous zephyr, every gush of music from the lips of nature;-and every sound of strife, every wail of anguish, every polluted breath that escaped the crushed humans around him. And, deeply as he had groaned in spirit over all the wrongs of humanity at home, he felt that his native isle was a paradise of blessing compared with the golden realm of India. Among his first inquiries, after landing, was that for Eugene, Duke of He learned that he was ill, and had been carried to the mountains for his health. With the earnestness of a man who feels that no human interest is to be regarded as of trifling moment, he commenced executing the duties imposed by his commission. This led him to a full and impartial investigation of all the relations that the government of England had exercised over India, either through the charters given to the East India Company, or through more direct intervention. It is needless here to dwell upon the corruption he found out and exposed; the utter selfishness of all the policy that had dictated the relations that the government had either sactioned or permitted;for these investigations are laid before the world already. But there was one heart in India, long followed by the prayers of an undying love, that he determined to seek out, and learn its most secret throbbings. Accordingly, as soon as the duties of his station were so fully discharged as to allow it, he proceeded to the rendezvous of Eugene, Duke of. He found him in a wild, picturesque region, occupying a mansion built, by his own express direction, for a retreat, either from the oppressing heat of summer, or the still more enervating influence of care that knew no solace. Every device that luxury could suggest had been executed at his command. But what could an oriental palace, full of cringing, fawning slaves, supply to a heart that had once been alive to a keen relish of all the higher pleasures of social life? Nothing, worse than nothing; and in his disgust and loathing, no wonder that he drove them from him in fury, and wished he were some poor shepherd on his native hills, the tenant of a lowly cot that he called home, the partner of some humble spirit that bowed to him for protecting love, the father of children for whom he was forced to toil from morn till even to gain their daily bread. When these paroxysms shook his spirit, all his servants fled in fear, and he was sometimes left alone for whole days together. It was on one of these occasions of stormy outbursts that Vinton reached his retreat. He was surprised at the stillness that reigned around, as though no human being tenanted the abode. Yet, as every portal was unclosed, and every thing bore traces of recent occupancy, he began to fear that the malady had proved fatal, and his benevolent designs were effectually frustrated. Entering beneath the long verandah, he paced it in sad meditation, till at length arrested by what appeared to him a distant moan. Following the direction whence the sound seemed to proceed, he at last found the entrance to a gorgeous saloon, at one end of which, stretched on a couch covered with the richest tapestry, lay a being struggling as if in violent agony. He approached the sufferer, who started wildly, then threw himself back in evident despair, pronouncing, in tones almost sepulchral, the name of Anna Hamilton. Vinton was no longer at a loss to decide who the wreck of humanity was that lay before him. He saw that reason was dethroned, and well judging, from that name, what was still the |