I did as Tacoaloya requested. Removing the circular stone, I perceived a cylindrical cavity, containing an empty earthen vessel joined to another. The removal of a second cynocephalic slab beneath these, exhibited another cavity, containing two arrow heads, two conical pyramids; a heart in chay stone; a vase half filled with serpents' teeth; and two ewers containing small idols, and oval stones engraven like amulets. These things, no doubt, conveyed some hieroglyphical instruction which Tacoaloya understood. He stamped his foot impatiently.

"We

"I have opened the wrong cavity," he said. must search in the opposite corner of the Sacellum."

He then proceeded to another circular stone: and on removing it, my eyes were dazzled by a prodigious quantity of gold and silver vessels of grotesque and antique workmanship. Tacoaloya, however, touched none of these; but after withdrawing from an earthen vase a roll of straw-coloured paper, constructed from the fibres of the maguey and covered on both sides with painted characters, he was on the point of re-closing the precious receptacle, when we were both startled by a voice behind us; it was a voice of command: but it was too gentle to convey reproof, and too melodious to impart alarm. We turned and beheld Annalitta; although nothing except the unrivalled lustre of her beauty could have permitted its manifestation through the cloud of the disguise she wore: she was in the uniform of a junior sea-officer; her sun-bright tresses, with the exception of a few stray locks, were concealed by a naval but not ungraceful straw hat; the glow of recent fatigue and haste tinted her alabaster

Phoenician, changed into a Serpent, and his warriors produced, from Serpent's teeth, were Hivites, or Ophites, from the neighbourhood of Mount Hermon ; whence his wife, Hermione, who was also a Serpent, or Hivite; derived her name.

neck and ivory brow; a travelling mantle, carelessly thrown over her left arm and shoulder, told the same tale, while it completed her piquant, if not tasteful costume.

"You forget," she said, my aged friend, the most important of the trusts which I confided to your friendship -the vindication of your sovereign's birth, of his fame, and of my honour. It is contained in the furthest of the two vases you have uncovered. Give me their legal guardian, the contents of the first, the records of the past; and now search in the second for those which concern the present; without which the renovated hopes of Anahuac, are vague as the painted drapery of an autumn sunset; perishable as the fragrant blossoms of the orijuela, which bloom and wither in a night."

A discharge of carbines, accompanied by clamorous shouts and laughter, interrupted the beautiful speaker. Were we then pursued and surrounded? Had we escaped only to be more completely ensnared? Had we, at length, fallen into the hands of the vindictive Spaniards? Such were the thoughts which rapidly traversed my mind. I snatched a hatchet from the belt of Tacoaloya with my right hand, and already half-encircled my protectress with the inadequate protection of my left, when a boisterous and joyous troop of British seamen, burst into the magnificent circus of Copan, and filled the startled recesses of Tibulca's cavern shrine with unaccustomed acclamations. They were a part of Morgan's expected crew. His flotilla, on the point of sailing from the bay, was waiting our arrival. Danger and doubt and embarrassment were at an end. I found myself once more ramparted about by the inflexible courage of British hearts; secure in the confidence which they imparted; and delighted after so long an alienation, and so many vicissitudes, with the familiar tones of a language which filled my yearning me

mory, and soothed my creative imagination with vivid pictures, and blissful anticipations of scenes, and charities, and ties about to be restored.

THE BATH MAN.

[Concluded.]

[Ourselves have been in Bath during the last month, and have witnessed the commotion the first part of this paper has caused there, with a mixture of merriment, sorrow, and disgust. Had we believed the article to have been written in that spirit of spleen, ingratitude, and ill-will, which some folks give the writer credit for, our merriment would not have been excited; but we looked on the article in question as a lively satire on Bath follies, not a general systematic abuse of every thing and person connected with the place, as it has been ill-naturedly represented to be. Every thing that can be ridiculed in London is eagerly seized on by the novelist or magazine writer to raise a laugh or effect a cure. Nor are country towns exempt. Brighton, Cheltenham, and all the watering-places, have in turn been put in requisition, and handled far more rudely than the City of the West; for our contributor certainly has not been personal in a single instance (therefore his general satire ought not in justice to have met with so particular and personal a return). Why, therefore, we ask, is Bath to be exempt from ridicule, which, as all its sensible inhabitants and visitors will allow, contains more folly, and is more open to ridicule, than any other town of its size in his Majesty's dominions. Therefore all the fretting and wincing of those who well deserved the satire-all those matter-of-fact letters and pamphlets—all those serious defences of the place by words or pen, made us wondrous merry.—Our sorrow arose from seeing the intentions of the writer so misconstrued by many excellent persons whom we are sure he would be very sorry to offend. Be it clearly understood we do not know the writer personally, nor is he in any way acquainted with us. Yet are we convinced, from all we learn on the subject, we speak his sentiments in this respect. The identifying the writer with the hero of the tale is not only unfair, but

absurd. Our disgust was excited, and well it might be, by But the printer waits.-ED.]

CONFESSIONS are all the rage, and have come into fashion with steam and joint stock companies. In the best of magazines appeared a bad article, entitled Confessions of a Cantab; in the worst of magazines were some good papers purporting to be the Confessions of an English opium-eater. A friend of mine wrote the Confessions of an English beer-drinker-I forget whether they were ever published. In one of the minimi periodicals are the Confessions of a Sexagenarian (of course I do not allude to the Oxford Recollections in this number). Above all, we have just been favoured with the Confessions, or, as they are called, the Memoirs of -, no matter whom or what, I mean a paw-paw, fie-fie book, which has set the town a madding, and has very nearly caused as great a sensation in our small village of Middlesex as my Confessions of a Bath Man did in the large town of SoWell, all these Confessions have a useful and a moral tendency; ay, even good may be derived from the unmentionable publication, infamous as it is. I do not mean that it will enable the thrice-bankrupt publisher to ride in his coach at last, as he boasts; but it will teach those whom it may concern that if their immoralities often go unpunished, they will not always remain unpublished -that their offences are rank and smell to" earth, though "heaven" be unregarded.

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All these confessions, I say do good. Rationality is taking place of inebriety at Cambridge. There has been a material change in the ministry there; for wit is now in and wine is out, instead of vice versa, as heretofore the case. The Lakers have reduced their quantum of opium, and gently stupify themselves, as young ladies do Mr. Proctor, over a small tea-pot-(vide Noctes

Ambrosiane). Now with respect to the Bath Man, and the good he has done-gigs are lowered, not in price but in height-while quadrilles have risen from Paine's third to his fifth and sixth. Committees have talked of sending for his band for some of their balls. Three of Collenet's quadrilles were actually played at a certain house in the Circus, with three of White's, to make out the family of six-a family too large by one. Why don't they dance five only, like good Christians, and vary the two last as in duty (I mean fashion) bound. And do, Mr. White, make them leave off that abominable jostling, huddle-together part of the figure in the finale, called the Star-not that it is at all like a star, unless it be meant for the Pleïades. It is said an attempt was made at Ponche à la Romaine at a house in Brock-street *. Many men have forborne to ask for port after their cheese. 'Several hats have made their appearance in drawing-rooms. Ice, to be sure, is still eaten out of "little funnel-shaped glasses," though the fact is gravely contradicted by some very matter-of-fact Bath + gentleman in a letter to the editor of a paper. Believe it, O ye of

* In the first part of the Bath Man are these words: "Ponche a la Romaine they never heard of." This, it seems, has given great offence to the Bath people. Several letters to the editors of the Bath papers have been written, and one long pamphlet, stating that the several authors had very often heard of Ponche à la Romaine, though only one asserted that he had ever tasted it. The Bath Man complained of his not being able to get into fashionable society in London, which was also rather offensive to some of the Bath people: for one of them addresses the public with great simplicity in a letter to the editor of some paper, saying "I never found it so I have ever found an easy access to London fashionable society," etc. Had this letter or puff been sent to any other paper, it would have been returned with a note, saying, Mr. 's letter is an advertisement, and must be paid for accordingly. We have a great respect for Bath, and are sorry to find so many there have made themselves ridiculous in this matter.-ED.

+ We beg to inform our contributor he is a tradesman.-ED.