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him in his last illness, I firmly be, tire, with his physicians, to receive lieve I hated him.

instructions from them. Though lord Delamore's late On my return to my father, he acquired dislike to London confines said to me, in a tone ihat thrilled him so much to the country, he has through my heart, “ Mly child, go constantly made my mother spend to bed. I remarked how pale and, every spring in town, to keep up the thin you looked; and Holt' has ino' family state and consequenee in the formed me, your long and tender public eye; and to mix wiih those attendance upon your mother subof her own station, unmingled with dued you, and that you have been the base alloy, which in the country very ill, and in a rheumatic fever he is compelled to admit into the too. I know that pain, and must society of his family. Last year, feel for you: but hearing you left being eighteen, I was presented; and your sick chamber, for the first time, a very delightful time we had in to come to me; and that since your town, from the queen's to the king's arrival you never sought your pil. birth-day: but this year, alas! how low; has given such pain to my sadly different! My father, out of heart, I cannot bear it. Go to bed, sorts with every one, because he had my child.”.. unjustly quarreled with his son, I wept for joy, at this proof of would not accompany us to town; his affectionate concern for me; and but staid here, brooding mischief, feeling that Nature did absolutely and at length fretting himself into roquire my taking rest, to sustain illness. My dear mother, in con me through, what the płysicians sequence of mental disquietude, fell apprehended, a relapse in my father, dangerously ill the last week in Ja- 1 retired : after two hours' rest, I nuary, and continued in a very weak returned, and found him still; his and precarious state until the be- curtains drawn around him.

I sat ginning of May. By the manage- quietly by his bed-side, until I heard ment of Selina, my father knew not him sigh heavily, and move. I then the danger my mother had been in, gently drew aside the curtain, to' until it was past; and just as he look at him; when he instantly heard of it, bis terrible illness came caught my hand, and pressed it alon; when I hastened down to him, fectionately to his lips.-Oh! how and found him so weak, so ill, so my heart thrilled! full of agonising pain, so very near That night, as the nasty foredeath, that I felt my supposed ha- boding doctors apprehended, he had tred of him had been all delusion. a relapse; but it turned out, most For two days after my arrival, he fortunately, of little consequence : knew me not, his fever ray so high when, in the first moments of re(his complaint, rheumatic gout); turning pain, poor Holt, overpowerbut when his abating pain, and con- ed by his sorrow, unguardedly dropsequent decrease of fever, allowed pod some word expressive of despair. him to observe me, he eagerly called My father, with almost terrifying me to him, kissed me tenderly, said vehemence, instantly exclaimed “I looked like my angel mother” (a Driveller ! I am not dying. I can. sesa mblance he never allowed be- not, will not, die! Emily cannot fore), and bade me " not to leave now come to me; and on the bo. him." I meant to obey him; but som of my angel wife, only, will i shorly after, I was compelled to re- resign my last breath." VoL, XXXVIII.

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Oh, Miss Da Clifford! what delu piness of my parents: and, alas! sive dreams of happiness for us all alas! the frigid reception my father did I augur from these emphatic gave my mother, after a separation words! During the very slow pro- of almost five nionths—and after her gress of my father's amendment, bis dangerous indisposition, and his own kindness and growing partiality to - cruelly put every lingering hope me sremed hourly to increase. We to fight. I know he was offended talked incessantly of my mother. I at ler want of punctuality, in not ventured to speak of St. Orville; my being at Bridport, to which place he father seemed pleased that I did so; anxiously rode this morning, to meet and we often pursued the subject her (the longest ride he has attempt together. At length the Gazette ed since his illness); and fatigue and arrived containing my gallant bro- disappointment terribly irritated him ther's late glorious achievement; but could not have occasioned such during the perusal of which, niy fao a heartless reception as that: and I ther wept like a child; and, as soon cannot but mingle self-upbraidings as abated agitation permitted him to with my sorrow; for I doubt not hold a pen, he wrote a long letter to my indignant impetuosity increase St. Orville:-what it contained I ed the malice and machinations of know not; but it cost lord Dela. Mrs. Monk. more many tears.

‘On my father's being taken ill, "It happened, most unfortunately, this Circe few hither. By his lordthat my father was so much reco- ship's order, she was admitted, and vered, as to be able to walk out be. became his chief nurse:-and such fore the return of my mother;-a a nurse, Seabright the housekeeper return, I have no doubt, Selina daost told me, never was before seen!.... diabolically retarded : writing for so Sitting rocking herself on her chair, many renewals of leave of absence; with a face a yard long, to look -first for permission to stay the woe-begone; and without rouge, to birth-1y; and then that my mother look like grief. Howling, when he looked pale, and was so weak she moaned; fidgetting with the curwas not yet equal to so long a jour- tains, when he dosed, eftectually to ney ;-and this was all, I am cer awaken him; running about, shout. tain, because she dreaded their meet- ing, bawling, and calling every one ing before Menk had an opportunity-impeding all; and doing noihing of working my overthrow in my fa- herself, when his pain became viother's favour, and turning his heart lent and alarming—but officiously from my mother. Last Monday, giving him all his medicines, of oh! it was black Monday for me! -- which, in her tender, agonised anximy father 'walked over to visit that ety (as she herself termed it) always enchautress Monk; and returned contriving to spill two-thirds : though from her, an altered being. No she managed never to lose a drop of more did his eyes beam with affec. the madeira she had continually retion on me; no more was his voice course to, to sustain her through her attuned by kindness. 'Alas! he re- heart-rending attendance: and both turned the harsh, siern father, I had Stabright and Holt affirm, they are ever before found him. I thanked certain ebe threw the medicines about, Heaven, St. Orville's letter was gone, and made all her noises, on purpose beyond the reach of malice to recal; to jrevent his recovery, being anxibut I trembled for all the airy castles ous to come into possession of the I had built, for the conjugal hap- immense bequest he has made to

her. Certainly, from the moment hearer; and, so deeply were they my father's rest was undisturbed, both engaged, they heard not the and that he got all his medicines, he supper-bell, nor thought of returnrecovered rapidly.

ing until the old butler came, bim • However, to return 10 the point, sell, tu seek them. of myself upbraiding - On my ar 0 Heavens!' exclaimed lady rival, this vile woman retired to Theodosia, how heedless of time I my father's dressing-room, where have been! I have made

you shed I most unexpectedly encountered so many tears, that your eyes, her. My indignation, at there be- and my own, will awaken suspicion holding the destroyer of my mother's of the conversation of our walk. happiness, almost amounted to fren. Her lad; ship, and Julia, now consy: I ordered her instantly to quit trived, by the aid of a watering-pot, the castle; nor “dare to contaminale to get some water from an adjacent the air I breathed, with her polluted lake, on which the moon.beans breath.” Her eyes flashed fire: but brightly played, and bathed their I suppose the fire which flashed from eyes, until ihey believed every trace mine was more tremendous; for she of tears was removed. This little obeyed me, without uttering a syl. hurry and exertion, by abstractirg lable: but never shall I forget the their thoughts from the subjects ihat look of deadly, implacable vengeance, before so much saddened them, gave she darted at me. It struck the to their spirits something like cheerchill o; terror to my heart, and made ing exhilaration, and led them back my coward frame shake with direful to the castle totally devoid of every apprehension.'.....

appearance of dejection, which, to This long narrative, of lady Theo- the penetrating (yes of lady Selina, dosia's, was told without a single might have betrayed them. audible comment from our heroine; The same party assembled at supfor her ladyship, feeling that to re. per, which formed their dinner cire mark upon the circumstances she cle. Ladies Delamore and Selina recited must be painfully unpleasant entertained the two gentlemen with to her young companion, delicately town news, and anecuo:es of several contrived to avoid any pause that persons and occurrences, they had might seem to demand a reply. But heard and met with during their long though Julia spoke not, her heart absence; until lord Delamore sudwas too full of sensibility, too feel. denly said Emily, did you reingly alive to every right propensity, member to bring me the medal?' not to be struck most forcibly with Her ladyship instantly drew from inany ard varied enotions, during her pocket a case, which she thought this distressing narration; which contained a medal, and landed it to (whilst it inspired much tender her husband; but in a moment, solicitude, sympathising sorrow, high- aware of her mistake, she, in great ly awakened admiration, the extrenie trepidation, reached out the medal, of indignation, contempt, and hora demanding her own case--but it ror) drew the resistless tear of pity was too late; lord Delamore had from her eyes.

opened it; and the cheeks of lady Her ladyship’s communications Delamore were blanched with aphad seen the close of evening out; prehensive terror,

His lordship and, by moon-light, they had paced starred, locked for a moment, and many a turns upon the terrace, an then exclaimed - Oh! how speak. earnest speaker and an attentive ing is this invaluable likeness to my

boy!'-After a few moments more, might they exclaim with Bloomspent in earnest gaze upon it, he field returned the portrait to the trembling lady' Delamore, into whose

Still twilight, welcome! Rest, how sweet

art thou!" eyes the sudden tears of joyful surprise had been called, by the words I sought not the fields til the 4 invaluable likeness to my boy;' chilly night-dew' began to smoke but discretion arrested the fall of along the surface of the neighbourthose happy tears.

ing stream. When my last Night Spirited conversation was now at Walk was taken, every appearance an end: the incident of the portrait, portended a coming storm; and the for different reasons, unhinged the portents were not deceitful: the parents and their daughters; and storm came, and it was an awful all full of obtruding thoughtfulness, one! I have heard many men boast no one was longer able to bear a that they were never alarmed at a connected part in discourse. After tempest, let its violence be ever so a few unsuccessful efforts, by Mr. great: Iam myself not at all timid Temple and Julia, to restore con- during a storm, but it is at all times verse, all sunk into silence; and lady awe-inspiring; and when the pealing Delamore, at length, aware of the thunder, preceded by streams of liuniversal gloom, broke up the dumb quid fire, seems to roll in tremenda party, and they separated for the ous majesty just above our heads, I night.

envy not that man's mind who can coldly and apathetically listen to its territic tones, and say it inspires him with no sentiment of awe, with no

feeling of fear. I freely confess I A NIGHT WALK

have felt both, and in the most ter

rifying moment of a tempest have IN AUGUST.

been ready to exclaim

Where no:v's the trifler? where the child By J. M. L.

of pride ?

These are the moments when the heart is • The bird of Eve began her tune,

try'd! The chilly night-dew slowly rose,

Nor lives the man with conscience e'er so Whilst in the East appear'd the Moon,

clear, As Nature sank to sweet repose.'

But feels a solemn, reverential fear;

Feels too a joy relieve his acbing breast, Author's Manuscript Poems. When the spent storm bath howl'd itself to THE day had been a West-In

BLOOMFIELDE dian day for heat, and each toiling harvester had literally earned a hard

Hurdis, too, is very impressive on day's labour "by the sweat of his this subject. He says, brow.' Much of the corn was al

• There let me sit to see the low'sing storns Teady carried, and a few days pro- Collect its dusky horrors, and advance mised to see the whole safely got in. To bellow steruly in the ear of night; Evening's placid hours' had called Making the clouds his chariot. Who cap the labourers home, and the mild

stand summons had been gladly obeyed by When he appears? The conscious creature thein all; for fatigue had made the And skulks away, afraid to see his God thought of home doubly dear. Thus Charge and recharge his dreadful battery.


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For who so pure his lightning might not than true, that there are men weak

blast, And be the messenger of justice? Who

enough, mad enough (I hardly know Can stand expos’d, and to his judge exclaim, what name to call it by), to believe, “ My heart is cleansed, turn thy storm or at least to endeavour to believe,

away." Fear not, ye fair, who with the naughty that there is no Goul, no almighty world

Being, whose sole-creating band Have seldom mingled. Mark' the rolling formed the wondrous world we live And let 'me hear you tell, when morning in, the wondrous worlds that sur

round us; when even every leaf, With what tremendous howl the furious every blade of grass attest his power,

blast Blew the large shower in heavy cataract

without extending a glance to the Against your window; how the keen, the

immensities of the universe, quick,

such a lost being it should be said, And vivid lightning quiver'd on your bed; And how the deep artillery of heav'n

"Come hither, fool, who vainly think'st Broke loose, and shook your coward habi Thine only is the art to plumb the depth tation.

Of truth and wisdom. ''Tis a friend who Fear not; for if a life of innocence,

calls, And that which we deem virtue here below, And has some honest pity left for thee. Can hold the forky bolt, ye may presume Oh! thoughtless stubborn sceptic. Look To look, and live. Yet be not bold, but abroad, shew

And tell me, shall we to blind chance ascriba Some pious dread, some grave astonishment: The scene so wonderful, so fair, and good? For all our worthy deeds are nothing worth; Shall we no farther search than sense will And if the solemn tempest cut us short

lead, In our best hour, we are in debt to heav'n.' To find the glorious cause which so delights VILLAGE CURATE, The eye and ear, and scatters ev'ry where

Ambrosial perfumes? Is there not a hand On this night all was peace; the Which operates unseen, and regulates stars shone above, in radiant beauty; The vast machine we tread on? Yes, there

is the planetary star of eve most con Who first created the great world, a work spicuous amongst them. I gazed on Of deep construction, complicately wrought, them with mingled wonder and ad

Wheel' within wheel; tho' all in vain wę

strive miration. The thought that every To trace remote effects through the thick fixed star was a sun, similar to that which enlightens our own earth, and Of movements intricate, confus’d and strange, sound each of which revolves a pla- And guides the whole. What if we see him

Up to the great Artificer who made, netary system, whose orbs are all too

not? far removed for mortal eyes to be

No more can we behold the busy soul

Which animates ourselves. Man to himself hold, led the contemplating mind to

Is all a miracle. I cannot see the Omniscient hand that created The latent cause, yet such I know there is, and regulates the whole of so stupen. By what strange impulse the so ready limbo

Which gives the body motion, nor can tell dous a system. True indeed it is, Performs the purposes of 'will. How their that,

Shall thou or I, who cannot span ourselves,

In this our narrow vessel, comprehend «Scars teach as well as shine. At Nature's The being of a God? Go to the shore, birth

Cast in thy slender angle, and draw out Thus their commission ran Be kind to

The huge leviathan. Compress the deep, Man!'

And shut it up within the hollow round Where art thou, poor benigheed traveller? Of the small hazel nut. Or freight the she The stars will light thee, though the moon Of snail or cockle, with the glorious sun, should fail.

And all the worlds that live upon his beams, Where art thou, more benighted! more The goodly apparatus that rides round astray!

The glo:ving axle-tree of heaven.

Then In ways immoral ?. The stars call thee back, And, if obey'd their counsel, set thee right!' And I will grant 'tis thine to scale the height

YOUNO. Of wisdom infinice, and comprehend

Secrets incomprehensible; to know Strange it is, but no more strange There is no God, and what the potent cause



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