thus persuaded and enabled to escape on board a vessel with her lover, with the view of ending her days with him in France.  In their hurry and alarm they embarked without the pilot, and the season of the year being the most unfavorable, were soon at the mercy of a dreadful storm.  The desired port was missed during the night, and the vessel driven out to sea.  After twelve days of suffering they discovered faint traces of land in the horizon, and succeeded in making the spot still called Machico.  The exhausted Anna was conveyed on shore, and Machim had spent three days in exploring in the neighborhood with his friends, when the vessel, which they had left in charge of the mariners, broke from her moorings in a storm and was wrecked on the coast of Morocco, where the crew were made slaves.  Anna became dumb with sorrow, and expired three days after.  Machim survived her but five days, enjoining his companions to bury him in the same grave, under the venerable cedar, where they had a few days before erected a cross in acknowledgment of their happy deliverance.  An inscription, composed by Machim, was carved on the cross, with the request that the next Christian who might chance to visit the spot would erect a church there.  Having performed this last sad duty, the survivors fitted out the boat, which they had drawn ashore on their landing, and putting to sea in the hope of reaching some part of Europe, were also driven on the coast of Morocco, and rejoined their companions, but in slavery.  Zargo, during an expedition of discovery to the coast of Africa, took a Spanish vessel with redeemed captives, amongst whom was an experienced pilot, named Morales, who entered into the service of Zargo, and gave him an account of the adventures of Machim, as communicated to him by the English captives, and of the landmarks and situations of the newly-discovered island.—­Madeira, by Dr. Mason.

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Centenary Performances in commemoration of the death-day of John Sebastian Bach—­the 28th of July—­are this week to be held at Leipsic, (where an assemblage of two thousand executants is to be convened for the display of some of the masters greatest works,) at Berlin, at Magdeburg, at Hamburg, and at other towns in North Germany.

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[FROM THE LEADER.]

POETS IN PARLIAMENT.

The prominence which the “winged words” of Victor Hugo have recently given him in the Assembly has called forth sarcastic insinuations and bitter diatribes from all the Conservative journals.  There seems to be an intensity of exasperation, arising from the ancient prejudice against poets.  A poet treating of politics!  Let him keep to rhymes, and leave the serious business of life to us practical men, sober-minded men—­men not led away by our imaginations—­men not moved to absurdities by sentiment—­solid, sensible, moderate men!  Let him play with capricious hand on the chords which are resonant to his will; but let him not mistake his frivolous accomplishment for the power to play upon the world’s great harp, drawing from its grander chords the large responses of more solemn themes.  Let him “strike the light guitar” as long as women will listen, or fools applaud.  But politics is another sphere; into that he can only pass to make himself ridiculous.