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ambition which afford the rattle and the hobby-horse to our ma wont to say, “is the dependance upon other people for existence,
turer manhood. Always asking for something too refined and not on our own exercions; there is a moral pauperism in the
too exalted for human life, every new proof of unworthiness in man who is dependant on others for that support of moral life...
nien and things, saddened or revolted a mind still 100 fastidious self-respect."
for that quiet contentment with the world as it is, which we must
all learn before we can make our philosophy practical, and our
genius as fertile of the harvest as it may be prodigal of the blos-

" The world...are you, too, its slave? Do you not despise its com. Haughty, solitary, and unsocial, the ordinary resources

hollow cant...its methodical hypocrisy ?" of mortified and disappointed men were not for Ernest Maltra.

“Heartily,' said Ernest Malıravers, almost with fierceness; 'no Vers. Rigidly secluded in his country retirement, he consumed

man ever scorned more its false gods and its miserable creeds...its the days in moody wanderings; and in the evenings he turned to

war upon the weak---ils fawning upon the great...its ingratitude books with a spirit disdainful and fatigued. So much had he

to benefactors.--its sordid league with mediocrity against excel. already learned, that books taught him little that he did not al

lence. Yes, in proportion as I love mankind, I despise and de. ready know. And the biographers of authors, those ghost-like test that worse than Venetian oligarchy which mankind set over beings who seem to have had no life but in the shadow of their them and call' the world."" own haunting and imperishable thoughts, dimmed the inspira. ration he might have caught from their pages. Those siaves of The following remarks prompt to respect for the lamp, those silkworms of the closet, how little had they en sound sense, and a life of philanthrophy and virjoyed, how little had they lived ! Condemned to a mysterious face by the wholesale destinjes of the world, they seemed born

tue : but to toil and to spin thoughts for the common herd; and, their task performed in drudgery and in darkness, to die when no fur.

"Good sense,' said he one day to Maltravers, as they ther service could be wrung from their exhaustion. Names had

were walking to and fro at De Montaigne's villa, by the margin they been in life, and as names they lived forever, in life as in

of the lake, is not a merely intellectual attribute ; it is rather death, airy and unsubstantial phantoms."

the result of a just equilibrium of all our faculties, spiritual and
moral. The dishonest, or the toys of their own passions, may

have genius; but they rarely, if ever, have good sense in the The moralizing of our author is often filled with conduct of life. They may often win large prizes, but it is by a sad reflections. Take the following:

game of chance, not skill. But the man whom I perceive walk.

ing an honorable and upright career...just to others, and also 10 “When we have commenced a career, what stop is there til himself (for we owe justice to ourselves.--to the care of our for. the grave? Where is the definite barrier of that ambition, which, tunes, our character...to the management of our passions) is a like the eastern bird, seems ever on the wing, and never rests

more dignified representative of his Maker than the mere child npon the earth ? Our names are not settled till our death; the of genius. Of such a man, we say he has good sense ; yes, but ghosts of what we have done are made our haunting monitors... he has also integrity, self-respect, and self-denial. A thousand our scourging avengers-if ever we cease to do, or fall short of trials which his sense braves and conquers are temptations also the younger past. Repose is oblivion ; to pause is to unravel all

to his probity... his temper...in a word, to all the many sides of the web that we have woven--until the tomb closes over us, and his complicated nature. Now, I do not think he will have this men, just when it is too late, strike the fair balance between our good sense any more than a drunkard will have strong nerves, selves and our rivals; and we are measured, not by the least, unless he be in the constant habit of keeping his mind clear but by the greatest triumphs we have achieved. Oh, what a

from the intoxication of envy, vanity, and the various emotions crushing sense of impotence comes over us when we feel our that dupe and mislead us. Good sense is not, therefore, an abframe cannot support our mind--when the hand can no longer stract quality or a solitary talent ; but it is the natural result of execute what the soul, actively as ever, conceives and desires: the habit of thinking justly, and therefore seeing clearly, and is The quick lise tied to the dead form.--the ideas fresh as immor.

as different from the sagacity that belongs to a diplomatist or attality, gushing forth rich and golden, and the broken nerves, torney, as the philosophy of Socrates differed from the rhetoric and the aching frame, and the weary eyes! The spirit athirst for of Gorgias." " liberty and heaven--and the damning, choking consciousness that we are walled up and prisoned in a dungeon that must be " Besides,' added De Montaigne, with almost a religious our burial-place ! Talk not of freedom--there is no such thing as solemnity in his voice, “there is a conscience of the head as well freedom to a man whose body is the jail, whose infirmilies are the as of the heart, and in old age we feel as much remorse, if we racks of his genius!"

have wasted our natural talents, as if we have perverted our

natural virtues. The profound and exultant satisfaction with His scorn of the momentary public is strongly which a man who feels that he has not lived in vain---that he expressed :

has entailed on the world an heirloom of instruction or delight...

looks back upon departed struggles, is one of the happiest emo"Every day he grew more attached to that only true philoso- tions of which the conscience can be capable. What, indeed, phy which makes a man, as far as the world will permit,

are the perty faults we commit as individuals, affecting but a world to himself; and from the height of a tranquil and serene

narrow circle, ceasing with our own life, to the incalculable and self-esteem, he felt the sun shine above him when malignant everlasting good we may produce, as public men, by one book or clouds spread sullen and ungenial below. He did not despise by one law. Depend upon it, that the Almighty, who sums up or wilsully shock opinion, neither did he fawn upon and flatter all the good and all the evil done by his creatures in a just ba. it. Where he thougbe the world should be humored, he hu- lance, will not judge the august benefactors of the world with mored...where contemned, he contemned it. There are many the same severity as those drones of society who have no great cases in which an honest, well-educated, high-hearted individual services to show in the internal leger as a set-off to the indulis a much better judge than the multitude of what is right and gence of their small vices. These things rightly considered, what is wrong; and in these matters he is not worth three straws Maltravers, you will have every inducement that can tempt a if he lets the multitude bully or coax him out of his judgment. lofty mind and a pure ambition to awaken from the voluptuous The public, if you indulge it

, is a most damnable gossip, thrust indolence of the literary Sybarite, » &c. ing ils nose into people's concerns where it has no right to make or meddle; and in those things where the public is impertinent, Take the contrastMaltravers scorned and resisted its interference as haughtily as he would the interference of any insolent member of the insolent “ His fortune was now gone...gone in supplying the poorest whole. It was this mixture of deep love and profound respect food to a craving and imbecile vanity ; gone, that its owner for the eternal people, and of calm, passionless disdain for that might seem what nature never meant him for.. the elegant Lo. capricious charlatan, the momentary public, which made Ernest thario.--the graceful man of pleasure---the troubadour of modern Maltravers an original and solitary thinker; and an actor, in life! gone in horses, and jewels, and fine clothes, and gaming, reality modest and benevolent, in appearance arrogant and un- and printing unsaleable poems on gile-edged vellum; gone that social. “Pauperism, in contradistinction to poverty,' he was l he might be, not a greater, but a more fashionable man than

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Ernest Maltravers! Such is the common destiny of those poor for rather, “ hawked at” without a feather being adventurers who confine fame to boudoirs and saloons. No mat. rufiled. The public, indeed, must long since have ter whether they be poets or dandies, wealthy parvenus or ariscocratic cadets, all equally prove the adage, that the wrong paths passed judgment upon his merits in this as in to reputation are strewed with the wrecks of peace, fortune, hap. other regards; yet I will hazard the remark, that piness, and, too often, honor !"

his deservedly high reputation is sustained by the In the following passage, we have some reser-depth and vigor of his thinking, rather than by

the beauty of his style. It cannot be said of his ence to politics. Maltravers, we must remember,

worksis highminded and disinterested ; " of upright intentions, unpurchaseable honor, and correct and

Materiem superabat opus. well considered riews.” In a rapid sketch of the The finish of the workmanship bears no sort of character of the Roman republic, he gives us some

comparison with the rich materials on which it has strongly marked opinions on the subject of Go- been bestowed. His thoughts are bullion. His vernment.

style is clumsy and ungraceful. His language is

sometimes careless and awkward; as in the follow*** In the last days of their republic, a coup-d wil of their so. cial date might convey to us a general notion of our own. Their ing instance: “there is nearly always something systema, like ours, a vast aristocracy rather than a monarchy; of gentility,” &c. Sometimes it is not English, an aristocracy, heaved and agitated, but kept ambitious and in as in these words—" noticeable,' " " untranslatatellectual by the great democratic ocean which roared below and around it. An immense distinction between rich and poor... ble," " exultant,soberize.Often it is dea nobility sumptuous, wealthy, cultivated, yet scarcely elegant formed by forced conceits, and overstrained and or refined ; a people with migbty aspirations for more perfect mixed metaphors. Thus he speaks of " crushing liberty, but always liable, in a crisis, to be influenced and subdued by a deep-rooted and antique veneration for the very aris

bitterness”—of “an author's entailing on the tocracy against which they struggled; a ready opening tbrough world, an heir loom of instruction”—of “an arisall the walls of custom and privilege for every deseription of tocracy heaved and agitated, but kept ambitious talent and ambition; but so deep and universal a respect for

and intellectual by the democratic ocean which Wealth, that the finest spirit grew avaricious, griping and cor. rupt almost unconsciously; and the man who rose from the rolled around it.” Here aristocracy, I suppose, is people did not scruple to enrich himself out of the abuses he a ship, and this ship is ambitious and intellectual !! affected to lament; and the man who would have died for his

Again, he speaks of one's “setting in the same country could not help thrusting his hands into her pockets. Cassius, the stubborn and thoughtful patriot, with his heart or phrase the two jewels of his own courtliness of iron, had, you remember, an itching palm. Yet, what a blow flattery and profundity of erudition”! Again, to all the hopes and dreams of a world was the overthrow of we hear of “ The eyes' deep wells of love, in which the free party after the death of Cæsar! What generations of freemen fel at Philippi! In Engiand, perhaps, we may ulti- truth lay hid, and which neither languor nor dismately have the same struggle ; in France, too (perhaps a ease could exhaust! And lastly, one of the larger Etage, with far more inflammable actors), we already personages is made to ask, “ Have I not girded perceive the same war of elements which shook Rome to her centre, which finally replaced the generous Julius with the myself with changes ?Such instances are innuhypocritical Augustus, which destroyed the colossal patricians merable. They are to be found in every didactic to maše way for the glittering dwarfs of a court, and cheated a or moralizing passage. These very often require people out of the Eubstance with the shadow of liberty. How

a second reading to be perfectly comprehended; à it may end in the modern world, who shall say! But wbile a ration has already a fair degree of constitutional freedom, I be fault which arises partly from his taste for inverliese no struggle so perilous and awful as that between the aris. sion, partly from the use of new coined words, or cocratic and the democratic principle. A people against a des- of common words in a strained signification, and pot---that contest requires no prophet; but the change from an aristocratic to a democratic commonwealth, is indeed the wide, partly from the exuberance of his thoughts and bobounded prospect upon which rest shadows, clouds, and metaphors, which are poured out in such prosudarkness. If it fail, for centuries is the dial-hand of time pu sion and so heaped together in masses, as to be beback; if it succeed** Maltravers paused.

yond the ready management of ordinary minds. * *And if it succeed 3. said Valerie.

Of these faults, the extracts already given furnish "Why, then, man will have colonized Utopia !' exclaimed ample evidence. Take, however, the following Maltravers, with sparkling eyes. ***But at least, in modern Europe,' he continued, there will

from the ‘Disowned :' be fair room for the experiment. For we have not that curse of slavery which, more than all else, vitiated every system of the

"Thou for whom I have dipped into Lethe, the pen which ancients, and kept the rich and the poor alternately at war;

once wrote thought in characters of fire, and wooed for these end we have a press, which is not only the safety valve of the idle pages, the light themes which my heart disowneth, lhat I passions of every party, but the great note-book of the experi- might keep forever inviolate to thy remembrance the fountain Dents of every hour---the homely, the invaluable leger of losses of passionate romance which I once dedicated to thee as to its and or gains. No; the people who keep that tablet well, never spirit, oh why,” &c. &c. Disouned, 1 Vol. 175. can be bankrupt.'”

Speaking of our griefs in mature years, he says, Of the style of Mr. Bulwer, sumptuous in me to say anything. His admirers the voices of nature or the mysteries of romance: they become

“ Alas, they have now neither commune nor consolation in might be disposed to cry out

the petty stings and the falling drops, the irritating and vexing

littlenesses of life. One by one they cling around us like bonds A falcon towering in his pride of light,

of iron; they multiply their links, they groud over our hearts, Was by a mousing owl hawked at and killed ; and the feelings, once too wild for the very earth, fold their

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broken wings within the soul. Dull and heavy thoughts like, class of readers is able to push · Poems' into the fourteenth edi. dead walls, close around the laughing flowers and fields that sotion, and Prize Essaya' into the ninth or tonth thousand, which enchanted us of yore; the sins, the habits, the reasonings of are not more repulsive from the impudent extravagance of their the world, like rank and gloomy fogs, shut out the exulting doctrine than from the base tinsel of their style-at such a time, heavens from our view," &c. &c. Disowned, Vol. 1, p. 41. the man of real genius should be more than ever on his guard

against sanctioning, by his negligence, the adulieration of our All this is in wretched taste, though in the rude noble language.”

ANTHONY EVERGREEN. ore we find rich materials, which well wrought would be striking and brilliant. The truth is, the first requisite of a good style is perspicuity. Language is designed to convey our thoughts, and that which conveys them most clearly is best. (We are not sure that our estimate of the following Good writers, therefore, reject as far as possible article is not unduly enhanced by the interest we take the use of uncommon words, or of common words, in the writer. We may rate her talents too highly; in a remote or radical signification. Compare the but we are satisfied that we do not give more than is simple yet beautiful diction of Goldsmith, the due, of respect for her virtues, or sympathy for her misgraceful ease of Addison, and the manly and vi- fortunes. But of these we knew nothing when we gorous, though plain and downright, style of Swift, judgment which we then formed of that work. For in

published the Curse,"and we remember the unbiassed with the ambitious and artificial sentences I have vention, for variety of character, for distinctness in its just quoted. What a difference. We glide on development, and for truth to nature, we know no tale with the former without a pause. We drink in of the same length superior to it. We hope to see the the outpourings of their wit or of their wisdom same powers displayed in the novel from which this with ease and with delight. We converse with extract is taken. We give it to the public, not more those who speak our mother tongue. We are with a view to adorn our columns, than in the hope of puzzled with no French idioms, or foreign con- engaging the favor of our readers in its behalf. A nastructions. We have no Latin in disguise-no live of Virginia, the authoress has strong claims on the Greek in English dress, to call for the aid of our sympathy of her countrymen. Descended from a prolexicons. All is English_downright English--scribed sect, whose virtues near two hundred years ago, not in words only, but in idiom“in construction- found refuge from persecution in the “Ancient Doin forms of expression, and in the order of lan- minion,” the calamitous destiny of her race has pursued guage. The natural order is indeed the genius of blue-stocking; no vain belle whose admirers persuade

her, and overtaken her in the cradle. No conceited the English tongue. The requirements of rhyme her that her flippant nonsense is worthy of the public and the stately march of blank verse, demand, it

eye, she meekly tasks her powers to aid a widowed is true, occasional inversion. But our prose is mother in the support of a family of helpless orphans. rarely improred by a departure from the natural The promptings of genius have told her that this can order. That departure always leads to obscurity, better be done with the pen than with the needle. We and the obscurity becomes “ darkness visible,” are sure she does not deceive herself in the estimate of when every sentence is loaded with metaphors fol- her own talents. We trust that her confidence in the lowing each other in rapid succession, when every justice of the public will prove to be equally well line presents new images, and when thought is placed.) entangled with thought, in all the mazes of parenthetical confusion. I beg leave to conclude this protracted paper

FROM THE CONSPIRATOR, A NOVEL, with the following extract from the Review of

By the Authoress of the "Curse." Mr. Bulwer's Athens, in the Edinburg Quarterly:

CHAPTER III. " The accomplished author will pardon us for closing the pre.

Oh dire ambition ! what infernal power sent paper with a protest against certain peculiarities of idiom, which we are sorry to find countenanced by so popular a pen.

Unchained thee from thy native depth of hell, A few of these may plead in their behalf the rare authority of

To stalk the earth with thy destructive train ?

To waste domestic peace old writers in our tongue. They belong, however, in actual usage, either to the North American dialect, or to such assas.

And every heartfelt joy! sins of her Majesty's English at home, as a master of compo. sition must regret to have upon his side. We complain, for in. stance of expressions like these :- Irregulated...in stealth --re

As soon as supper was over, Colonel Alwin withverent for reverend...to neighbor...lo concentrate, as a verb ac. drew, and conducted Zavala to his own apartment. tive...to prodigalize---lo border, for to border on. We think that He closed the door and carefully locked it-he then eximpatient of conquest cannot mean impatient to conquer. We amined the deep recesses of the windows before he was don't like arriving to the things we have been in the habit of arriving at. The adverbs both and only are now and then mis satisfied that they were alone. Calmly drawing forplaced. False antithesis is too frequently admitted. Cause is ward a table covered with loose papers, he placed the once at least put for effect. A verb of one number is often forced shaded lamp in such a position as to throw the light on 10 do duty with a nominative of another. Mr. Bulwer is not yet the face of his companion, and seating himself opposite talented-a pseudo-participle which no one will use who is not ripe for any atrocity—but he progresscs at a fearful rate. These to him, he spoke in a quiet tone. are, it is true, slight matters in themselves; but at a time when

“Now, sir, I am ready to receive your communicapurity of taste is not in the ascendant--at a time when a single tions."

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Barbarossa.

Zavala could not refrain from admiring the self As he thus spoke, the brow of Zavala darkened, and command of the man; for in the situation in which he it was with difficulty his impatient spirit could brook then stood, he was not certain that the tidings he was the implied impossibility of inducing any fair lady to about to hear did not bring with them the destruction accept his offered love. of all his views-nay, involve his life. Zavala drew a “Allow me to try, sir: armed with your authority, she packet from his bosom, and presenting it to him, said: will listen differently. Let her see how much to your

“Read those despatches, and then I will speak of my interest it is, to lend a favorable ear to my suit. I ask own private wishes."

not for the rewards of ambition-I can gain them withColonel Alwin took the papers, and as he broke the out your assistance. I seek for the hand of your ward; seals a slight tremor was perceptible in his fingers—no her heart I will win, if devoted love can win a woman.” other sign of impatience or agitation escaped him. He Colonel Alwin shook his head, as he replied : shaded his face with his hand, and carefully perused “She will not be won by you. I have reasoned the documents, and as he read, his observant compa. with her—urged every motive that could influence or nion saw that the lush of triumph mounted even to his dazzle her mind, and she was still firm in her refusal. pale temples.

I cannot command her to marry you." More than an hour was thus spent, when slowly re “Listen to me, Colonel Alwin,” said Zavala, firmly folding them, and locking them in his desk, he arose and but respectfully. “I am acquainted with the scope walked several times across the floor. Stopping sud- and bearing of all your plans--I am possessed of their denly before Zavala, he said quickly, almost sternly, most secret details, and one word from me would pre

“Do you know the contents of those papers ?cipitate you into a prison, from which death might be “I do," was the concise reply.

your only release. What you are now preparing to “And are you prepared to abide by me in life or execute, will brand your name as a traitor to your death ?”

country and her best interests. Think of the conse"On one condition." “ Name it.”

quences to yourself, if your enterprise is discovered be“Miss De Bourg”—

fore it is ripe for execution, and then think how trifling “Of that we will speak hereafter,” said Alwin, in comparison are a few tears shed by a romantic girl, waving his hand impatiently. “When heard you from because you consult her interest and happiness, by the south ? From thence I am most anxious to gain in- commanding her to accept a man who adores her. With formation.”

the hope of obtaining Miss De Bourg, I am anything “I have private letters from my uncle, who, you are you choose to make me; but, on the contrary-you aware, is an officer high in command in the Spanish know the alternative: choose between them.” army. The troops dissatisfied with their present situa A smile of bitter scorn writhed the livid lips of Alwin tion, are ready for any changes: he assures me that as he listened to the words of Zavala. For an instant, very little will be necessary to induce them to struggle his rage at being thus braved by one so much his junior for a change of masters. The soldiers are entirely de-in years and inferior in standing, threatened to burst voted to him, and will follow wherever he leads. Your forth and overwhelm the presumptuous man who thus object, if I understand it correctly, is to revolutionize dared to offer terms to him. A moment's reflection Mexico, and wrest from the present chief magistrate however, convinced him, that in giving vent to his pasthe rich territory of Louisiana, which adds another gem sion, his safety would be compromised. He felt that he to this fair Union. At any hour Colonel Zavala is was in the power of one who could make his own terms, ready to cross the Sabine, and thus give you an excuse and he resolved to speak him fair. for placing yourself at the head of an armed body of “Certainly,” said he slowly, and apparently with a troops devoted to your interests. Nothing then will be slight effort ; "certainly you speak truly. Julie should easier than to unite your forces, and defy the laws of view you with different sentiments if she consults her your own country. Zavala has constant communication own happiness, and though it gives me more pain than with some of the most influential men in the city of perhaps you think my stern nature is capable of feeling, Mexico, and they are ready, when the first blow is I must wound her gentle heart by commanding her to struck, to range themselves on the side of those who accept one she has assured me she can never love: one will free them from the Spanish yoke. There is a who dares to tell the protector of the woman he protheatre before you worthy of your abilities, and the fesses to adore, that if she does not consent to marry power refused you in your own country, courts your him, he will denounce the friend of her orphan years, acceptance in another as fair. For myself, if my aid is and in so doing destroy her happiness. 'Tis well, howof any worth, you know it is yours to command at all ever, Don Pedro De Zavala, we understand each other. Limes, on one condition."

The only tie (and he laid a strong emphasis on the “I thank you : it is of inestimable importance to me, word only) that binds us together is interest. Julie as no one knows better than yourself; but to gain that shall be yours, if you pledge yourself to sustain my aid, Don Pedro, I am unwilling to force Miss De Bourg cause. I know the influence which your connexions lo accept you, for it seems the wayward girl will not possess—also, that which your talents give you; and consent to the proposal. You may think me cold, hard, you must bind yourself to devote it all to my interests." and unfeeling, but I love this girl as if she were in “Of course—but Miss De Bourg must be mine bereality my child. If you can gain her consent, as I fore we leave this island.” have before told you, you have mine ; but of that I am “What, sir, do you doubt my word ?” said Alwin, hopeless—so we will consult your ambition in offering and his eye flashed fearfully bright over the person of you an adequate reward for your services, hoping your the other. “Do you dare to doubt the word of a man love may be more successful in another quarter." of honor !"

Vol. IV.-8

“Colonel Alwin, it is useless for us to use the lan-, tor was gay and witty in conversation, and of a temper guage of passion. You know the prize for which I which might be defined as perpetually calm. The praccontend: if you have ever loved, you can excuse my the circle of the Doctor's acquaintance, and as his char.

tice of his profession had naturally very much extended eagerness to secure her mine, before I leave her for an

acter was thus amiable, the field for its exhibition was indefinite space of time.”

proportionately enlarged. His younger brethren in "Your haste is excusable, though it has not much deli- the healing art were the only individuals who were cacy to commend it either to my ward or myself; but ever heard to whisper or insinuate anything against since we are making a bargain, the conditions must be him. They would occasionally observe that public taste

was very curious—that they could see nothing so very fulfilled.”

particularly deserving in the mind or manners of the None but a spirit as haughty and overbearing could Doctor, to justify the extravagant estimate put upon measure the bitterness that filled his heart as he turned them, and they would ask, who is this Dr. Faw? what from his companion. Deeply did he resolve to avenge is he? where did he come from ?—but as the profession, the implied distrust of himself, when the power to do so been accused of habitual unkindness and envy towards

whether justly or not we will not stop to inquire, have with impunity was his.

successful merit, these queries were considered as oriWho that had seen him return to the drawing-room ginating in this cause, and no one cared to listen to with a smiling lip and smooth brow, could have ima- them, or gave themselves the trouble to reply. Like gined the dark tide of emotion which swelled beneath some noble and gallant barque, with a freshening that calm exterior ? His voice was as bland, his smile under her, and the white foam curling up against her

breeze filling every sail, the blue waters swelling gently as frequent, as though no unpleasant occurrence had prow—the heavens all blue and joyous above-so sped aroused his impetuous passions--as though he had not our hero propitiously onwards upon the ocean of hudeeply implicated the happiness of one of that little man life.--Alas! alas ! but you shall hear it all. circle, and that one dependant on his kindness and affection. Did not his heart shrink back as he met her

MISS LAVINIA LINT, &c.

Miss Lavinia Lint was deep eye fixed on him, and felt that he was then medi

very pleasant young lady.

She had a handsome fortune left to her entire control tating the possibility of turning the benefits he had con, and exclusive enjoyment, by a worthy and deceased ferred on her, into the means of forcing her grateful parent, and resided in the house of her father's brother. heart to seal its own misery, in order to save him from She was a plain, sensible girl, and was rather corpulent the precipice on which he stood ?

than otherwise ; and as is usual with most of the human Life ! thou teachest many a strange lesson of dupli- race blessed with pinguidity, she was very sweetly city to the heart of man !

tempered. There was but one thing she needed to
complete the happiness of her situation, and that was-
(but the reader anticipates me)—a husband. She was
quite pretty; none of your two-volume modern novel

heroines—pale, pensive and melancholy—but rosy, with DOCTOR FAW.

round plump features and a face perpetually in smiles. Having money, of course she had suitors; none however

of whom had as yet suited her. On a fine sunny day Dr. Faw was considered a complete gentleman. He in October, Miss Lavinia sat by a blazing fire, in comcame a few years ago into our village, and ever since pany with her cousin, about the same age, and if ever his arrival had been continually progressing in the good on earth there were iwo beings innocent, comfortable opinion of all. At the time when the facts, of which and happy, they were they. "Law me,” said her couthis is the true narrative, occurred, the Doctor had se- sin to Lavinia, “why don't you get married ?"-"How cured to himself a fine practice. It may not be amiss you do rattle on,” responded Miss Lavinia. At this to let the reader be very particularly acquainted with | point in the conversation the bell answered loudly to a our hero. In person, or face, the Doctor was not very rapid pull, and in a few moments Dr. Faw was shown prepossessing ; his blue eyes and sandy hair presented in, and made his bow to the ladies. The conversation a contrast far more striking than handsome : as regards was briskly carried on-all parties in the highest gleedress and manners, however, he was “the very thing they talked of the weather, of the marriages and deaths itself.” He always wore either black, or other dark in the vicinity, of the love matches existing or likely colors. You never found showered over his body that about to be, of the latest novels, and all the various rainbow profusion and variety of hues, so revolting to other matters and topics which are supposed to be the eye of genuine taste; never was he guilty of the acceptable to the better portion of our species. The barbarism of a blazing vest, or pantaloons like Joseph's Doctor began at length to be thoughtful. Miss Lavinia coat of many dies. His apparel was always of a and her cousin monopolized the utterance of all that make punctiliously nice, and usually he disported a light was said. Mr. Faw became rather uncasy, and sat cane with a golden head. His white 'kerchief was restless : he relieved his unaccustomed taciturnity by barely perceptible in his pocket corner, as he tripped deliberately taking up the tongs and stirring the firewith lightness and activity along; and as he passed an act of supererogation, as the room was sufficiently you by, how delightfully you felt the air perfumed by warm and the wood as completely in a state of comhis presence! Then the Doctor was so accommodating, bustion as could well be desired. The fire, alas, which so polished, so polite, so popular_among the ladies. troubled the Doctor was, as his brethren would say, inWas there a ball announced-Dr. Faw was sure to be ternal. Mr. Faw drew' his chair to the centre-table, at the head of the list of managers. Did a party of and from beside a glass vase filled with the richly comisses want an attendant to the theatre, on a sleighing lored flowers of the autumn, he picked up a bookin winter, or in summer on a fishing excursion-the and very much it is to Miss Lavinia's credit that such a Doctor always could spare the time to serve them. If a book was there, and very suitable likewise it was to married lady was fond of sunshine and the footpaths, the Doctor's purpose--it was the Holy Bible—the Doc. and her husband was too busy earning his bre to be tor opened it at random, and read aloud, “It is not well at her side, the Doctor would kindly supply his place. for man to be alone"-a text which the fair cousin of He would gallant the wife, and if need be, he would Miss Lavinia took the liberty of interpreting, as the dine and drink with the husband. Among the young vulgar do dreams—by contraries; and suddenly regentlemen he was the arbiter of dress and the judge of membering that she had left in her room a favorite style. With all these pleasant qualifications, the Doc- piece of work which must be immediately finished, she

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