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coach all the way, and taking my to Harriet unopened. On this cup of tea the moment I had done letter,' said he, depends my hapwith it?'
piness. If it does not plead my The silly woman now complain- cause I have no other plea to of ed of her head and spirits, and fer; for on my mother's approbawent up stairs. I accoinpanied tion and wishes have I ever been her to her apartment, but so wholly dependent.' The entrance of a was she engrossed by the mortifi- servaut relieved Harriet from the cations she had received, that the embarrassment of an answer. She result of Mr. Beaumont's conver- put the letter into her pocket, and sation and mine was quite un retired to read as follows: thought of I returned to the parlour and found Mr. Wilson set
Mrs. Beaumont to her Son. down to a hot supper: Mr. Beau • Your happiness, my dear son, mont and miss Jones disputing on has ever been inseparable from my a passage in Milton; the only Eng- own ; of this I trust you are well lista poet, she says, worth reading. convinced: I therefore feel no reHarriet retired to her/ apartment, luctance in complying with your I followed her; and after relating wishes where that is concerned. all that had passed between Mr. That you have met with a woinan Beaumont and me, she coneurred every way preferable to miss Jones in my opinion that there was some I wonder not at; nothing but inthing mysterious in his conduct, terested motives could ever have and made me happy by assuring obtained my approbation of your me that she would take po step union with that lady; but on no without my knowledge, and the account do I wish you to sacrifice advice of our maternal friend. She your peace for the paltry considersaid she believed Mrs, Wilson had ation of money. You say the obinformed her husband of the af- ject of your affections is withont fair, for be had remarked, at see fortune. The means for your suba ing her rather mortified at Mrs. sistence I have well considered : Meadows' coolness, that the pro- I have an income of three hundred spect of a good husband was worth a-year that devolves to you at my more than her civility. This, con- death, which my age, near seventy, veyed in a whisper, had roused warns.me cannot be far distant. Mrs. Wilson's jealousy.
The description you give of your About noon the next day the charming miss Vernon raises withmessenger returned from Mrs. in me a wish that she would by a Beaumont's. We were hardly se- speedy marriage with you comfort parated since breakfast, except my declining years ; and make miss Jones, who seldom honours me happy by partaking with yourus with her company, until dinner self of my small fortune under the time. She regards Harriet and same roof. I say nothing of your me as two ignorant girls, and sel- church preferment: a curacy will dom condescends to speak to us; be soon in your possession, and I her conversation being chiefly di- doubt not in a few years your furrected to her false lover and Mr. , ther advancement, If domestic Wilson. The servant delivered a happiness in the society of each letter which Mr. Beaumont gave other is all you seek, this plau,
according to my ideas, will not be Beaumont has an interest in your unaccepiable. It is the only one heart, I fear it will be of little use I can suggest suitable to my own to ask advice, if it proves contrary wishes and ability of performance. to its dictates.'Your compliance with my request,
• Ah, Maria! it is that I fear. of informing me of your attach- My heart assents to the proposal ment to this lady, previous to ac contained in this letter, but somequainting miss Jones, has highly thing whispers me that I ought pleased ine. I had very important not to obey its dictates without reasons for making the request, further consideration.' and have now to urge the conting . We had now a difficulty how to ance of reserve to that lady for the return the letter to Mr. Beaupresent. I know you will say you mont; at length we agreed she cannot, consistent with your ho- should enclose it in the following nour, continne the deception. I lines addressed to him :see the justice of the observation, but, my dear son, suffer me to
I have perused the desire, that you will not, until you enclosed, and feel grateful to Mrs. are actually married, undeceive Beaumont for her kind wishes and miss Jones. My reasons, which expressions towards me; but the you .
shall then know, you will allow subject is too important to admit as well as my happiness is depend youth and inexperience make it ent. In the mean time trust my
necessary that I should advise with knowledge and discretion, and rest some judicious friend, for which assured that I will lead you into purpose I shall write to a lady no step which shall be derogatory every way worthy that title. In to your honour. I have no more
the mean time, if you wish to to add but my best wishes to the oblige me, you will avoid all opobject of your affection, whom I portunity of conversing alone on hope shortly to einbrace as a
the subject with daughter.
Your obedient servant, Your affectionate mother,
H. VERNON.' M. BEAUMONT.' Finding Mr. Beaninont was
gone out I went in search of Mr. After we had perused this letter and Mrs. Wilson, showed them we looked at each other, at a loss the letter, and informed thein of what to say. At length I said, Harriet's determination, They
- Harriet! pray write to our both appeared pleased, and advisdear Mrs. West all the particulars ed no delay; but that the marriage
have all before you; we feel pecu- The blackbird had retired to his liarly happy in the opportunity of bowery recess, and the bee to his reference to so good and wise a honied dome: the bat no longer friend. Our brother has not writ- plied his leathern wing, the beeten to us at all. The possibility tle forbore to 'wheel his droning of our wanting money, I suppose', flight,' and the butterfly had has never occurred to him. We ceased to display his enamelled! are, however, thanks to Mrs. Wil- pinions bedropt with azure, son, who with all her faults has
green, and gold. some generous fits, not under the
The queen of night, enthroned necessity of soliciting him. Adieu! in the blue expanse, gilt the surmy dear madam ; with the greatest rounding scenery with her silvery affection and respect, I subscribe rays, and, as Milton says, shadowy inyself your
set off the face of things, and MARIA VERNON. prompted the solitary mind to me(To be continued.)
lancholy musings. Fast by the chancel of the church lies Florio,
the youthful, gay, the murdered SOLITARY WALKS
Florio, who was stabbed in an affray at a cricket-match, The
hapless youth sleeps forgotten, be| IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD
neath a grassy sod, and no memoBY JOHN WEBB.
rial records his hapless fate.
Forgotten! I recal th' improper word, WALK IV.
I never can forget that scene of blood;
I saw him in the checrful morn of life «Ilhen I enter into a church-yard Fall a sad victim to a villain's knife. I love to converse with the dead. See how thick the hillocks of mortality arise •Did Fancy's wild illusions cheat mine H around me, each of them a monu
ear? Pent of death, and the covering of a
Or did I from the tomb these accents
hcar? sun or daughter of Adam. Perhaps a thousand, or ten thousand pieces of hu- Tun'd to the Muse's lyre: man nature, heaps upon heaps, lie bu- Pause, midnight wanderer! who devoid ried in this spot of ground; it is the of dread old repository of the inhabitants of the Thus meditates among the village dead. neighbouring towns, a collection of the Hear my admonitory short address, ruins of many ages, and the rubbish of And profit by my tale of wretchedness, twenty generations.
Like yours iny cheek was Alusla'd with
Health's red dves,
Hope's promis'd pleasures glitter'd to · A NEW-fallen shower had re mine eyes; freshed the parched realms of Na- Charm'd by blithe Fancy's gaily-painted ture, and sweets exhaled from, a dream, Haunting woodbine, impregnated Heedless I sail'd down joy's enchanting the passing breeze with fragrance, when I began my fourth excursion Marr'd each bright thought, and closid
Until, alas! a Providence severe
Saatchid froin Life's jocund scenes in That Power, who gracious marks the youthful bloom,
sparrow's fall, Latinely hurried to the darksome Appoints the date of man's superior tomb.
kind. • Taught by my fate, by my experience Ah! rather think, that to the future
wise, wise, Shun those mad haunts whore storms of
Ile saw misfortune mark their earthly discord rise;
state; Whose fales may Life's frail bark ir Saw gathering clouds of sorrow round
themi rise, pieces tear, And sink it in the whirlpool of despair.
And snatch'd theni, pitying, from the
storm of fate.' •While life and health, and youth are in
W.COLLINS, A. B. your power, Le virtuous actions grace each flying
Traversing the dreary scene I hour;
came to a spot where the relics of Then should mischance thy vital spark a Dutch soldier were laid. Dure destroy,
ing the rebellion in 1745 he came A sudden exit will be suddlen jov." to England with an army of 6000 Author's Junuscript Poems. of his countrymen, to assist the
English in subduing the Scottish A new-erected tombstone, not rebels. Being quartered in this far distant, told another tale of town, he sickened and died. Poor woe:- Two blooming daughters, youth ! far from thy native countorn from their parents by the aw- try, thy inuch-prized home, the fnl stroke of the grim phantom father that dandled thee hili Death. Such a sight might justly knee, the mother who supplied call upon the feeling heart to sym- thy infancy with milky beverage, pathize, and the tearful eye to and the maiden who bestowed on weep for sorrows not its own.
thee her affections, Strangers per
formed the last sad office, closeti •Oh! 'tis a scene that rends the feeling
and delved thee a bed heart,
in this place of skulls.' That drosis in tears soft Pity's melt
Poor youth! Hlight make stern Pluto drop the savage No friend's complaint, no kind dopart,
mestic tear, And melt his iron breast to sympathy. Pleas'd thy pale ghost, or grac'd thy
mournful bier; "Oh! when the deep resounding solemn By forexgn hands thy dying eyes were
* Keep death and judgment always in good night' may come !
-One your eye,
youth, the kindest of the throng, None's fit to live who is not fit to die,
bids the farewell; and, with his Alake use of present time, because you little dog, hastens his steps toward Shortly take up your lodging in the his father's cot. But hark! what dust.'
rattling in the trees! Louder and
louder is the sound! The wind I retired to my bed, where sleep, still rises, and sable clouds preas Shakspeare' says, knit up the cede the impending storm. · At ravelled sleeve of care; and es once the whole horizon is a dism2) corted by Morpheus I visited the scene! The tempest comes ; the paradise of happy dreams.
dreadful lightning darts its fatal
blaze, and thunder shakes the Haverhill.
earth! Alas! the moment fraught
youth, and lays him prostrate on To the Editor of the Lady's
the ground! The faithful dog, MAGAZINE.
close to his master's feet, howls SIR,
out and feels the blow.
The dog SHOULD you think the following
coines to him; but ah ! in vain lie krifle (founded on a real fact which expects his master's kind caress; happened at Coldwaltham in Sussex, no more he feels his soothing last harvest,) worthy of a place in your hand. The peasant falls to rise entertaining Magazine, you will oblige no more! Virtue and filial afa constant reader by inserting it. fection inscribe these lines upon
I am, Sir, 1 your obedient servant,
· Beneath this humble sod is laid, Ryegate, Aug. 10, 1807.
Bemoan'd by all the village train, A youth who ev'ry effort mude
The love of all his friends to gain. THE HARVEST EVENING.,
• From early daun to closing nicht
His aged parents case be sought:
And all their comfort and dclight
Was by his daily labour bought. proclaims the end of day; the sun sinks down behind the hill, and
- No task to him was e'er too hard leaves the jaded peasantry to seek and oft the happy dame's reyard
Which gave his nged mother rest; their homes. How still around !
She warmly to che yonth expressid The atmosphere is hush'd! Behold the happy tribe! their sultry day completed, issuing from their < But ah! the mother now is losthospitable master's door; each Her life, her sole support, is gone! takes his road, and, warın in heart, The fatal stroke her reason cost,
Distraction does lier loss berwu. gire each the kind • good night. Ah! who knows how soon the last
his rural grave: