as to leave no hopes of his recovery. As connected with this unhappy affair, we are sorry to be obliged to notify the death of Mr Harrison, long the wealthy and highly respectable farmer of Wic kersmere in this county. This truly worthy old gentleman, whose loss to the circle he moved in is irreparable, is supposed to have died brokenhearted, owing to some existing suspicions impli cating his son George in the above murder. The young man, who is said to have been very wild, dissappeared immediately after the commission of the crime, and has not since been heard of.': .u "Conceive what were my feelings, Sir, on reading this paragraph, knowing myself, as I did, to be that very George Harrison alluded to.-But-Good Heavens, Sir!-what?—what is the matter?-are you unwell?-Eppy! call for help, I-I beseech you !-he is going to faint!" qu "No, no!" said the good clergyman, recovering himself, and speaking with great agitation ❝ do not call for help!-do not summon indifferent persons to witness my heart-rending emotions !--I I am your younger brother Henry !!!" He threw himself upon the miserable man, and embracing him, they mutually lost all power of language for some minutes, until relieved by giving full way to their feelings. The best medical advice was now procured, and the wounds of the unfortunate prisoner were ably dressed. For some days he gave the most flattering hopes of a speedy recovery; his pious and affectionate brother was unwearied in his attention to him; and his spiritual amendment advanced even more rapidly than that of his body. The performance of the marriage ceremony, that made Eppy his wife, gave him additional ease. All was going well. But an unexpected relapse took place, --and he died suddenly in the arms of his wife and brother. To paint Eppy's grief would be a vain attempt. But the excellence of Henry Harrison's heart was never more tenderly displayed, than in the welljudged care and kindness he bestowed on his newly acquired sister. 97 ** That pale, that white-faced shore, 1 to enquil gar Whose foot spurns back the ocean's roaring tides, i o And coops from other lands her islanders, Life is all a variorum, 20151 3104: 197 SHAKESPEARE. Here's to budgets, bags, and wallets, la tud ... 1975N The Jolly Beggars, birt RETURN we now to Amherst, whom we left in a convalescent, but very weak state of health. He had no sooner recovered, than, by the advice of his physicians, he went down to the coast for the benefit of the sea air, and took up his abode with his friend Cleaver, who, better aware of the nature of his malady than any of the learned sons of Esculapius, did all in his power to divert his mind from brooding over its secret sorrows. He thus gave fair play to the exertions nature and youth made in his friend's favour, whose health of body, at least, was soon reestablished, though his mind's disease remained. His greatest pleasure now was to wander along the beach lining the base of those bold cliffs defending the southern coast of England, which frown defiance alike upon the anger of the waves, and the impotence of the continental foes of Britain. The wild roar of the infuriated breakers, or the low murmur of the more gentle waves, as they insinuated themselves slowly among the large loose rounded pebbles, were equally lulling to his misery. It happened that, on the very evening in which the interruption of Miss Delassaux's marriage took place, Amherst was indulging in one of these his solitary rambles. He had extended it rather farther along the shore than ordinary, having been carried unconsciously onwards by the musing fit he had fallen into, that permitted him not to remark the unusual darkness of the sky, where large heavy masses of an inky hue came rolling on, giving warning of an increasing storm. At length he was awakened from his walking dream by the sudden burst of the tempestuous blast, breaking, as it were, from the sailing clouds, with a fury irresistible as it was instantaneous; and he wheeled round to retrace his steps as speedily as possible. His slow mode of advance, that, to an observer, might have had the appearance of the caution of a spy, and his guilty-like retreat, that was in reality owing to no other cause than a desire to turn his back on the storm, excited the alarm of three men who were at that moment skulking behind a mass of fallen rock, near the mouth of a natural ravine. Mistaking him for some one reconnoitring their actions with hostile intentions, they rushed upon him, and overpowering him before he was aware, bound his hands, stopped his mouth, blindfolded him, and forced him to ascend the ravine. Unarmed and weak as he was, Amherst was altogether unfit as well as unprepared for resistance. He believed that he was in the hands of robbers; but he had become so careless as to what might befal him, that he moved passively up the ascent in the grasp of his conductors, who led him to a hovel perched on the summit of the cliff, cons |