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over your books and lamp; you Charming women! as friends was trying the power of music you will be the glory, the ornaover knotted oaks, and making me ment, of the female sex.' fancy I was listening to the genius The company coming in, I rang of the woods, or Pan piping on his for breakfast, at which all seemed oaten reeds to the fauns and dryads happy, except the pensive Julia. of the sylvan scene.'

I am delighted at being able to !le escorted me to the house; inform you that this affair has and, as we walked, I mentioned ended so happily. miss Lester's polite apology.

I know not whether it is owing He said he was glad she saw her to my being up all night, but I 'conduct in a'proper light. feel very languid, and now peace

I the more readily mentioned it is restored among my friends I to him, as I am sure his desertion will endeavour to sleep an hour. was the cause of her anger, for she Adieu, my dear madam. With certainly loves him; and, perhaps, your letter in my bosom, and your were she his wife, his influence counsels in my heart, over her might induce her to re

I subscribe myself, strain those gusts of passion, those Your affectionate ad obliged, flippancies of temper, which at CAROLINE WALSIXGRAM. present seem to disgust him, though perhaps he is the only man [To be continued.] in the world who could put them under limitation.

When we entered the breakfast parlour, Mrs. Howard, Julia, and To the Editor of the Lady's she, were sitting in an amicable

MAGAZINE. manner together. I was pleased, as it convinced me that she had Sir, made a proper apology to Mrs. UPON reading, in your NagaHoward.

zine for September, the translation She reddened when she saw Mr. of Martial's beautiful epigram on Baderly enter with me — Perhaps, Arria and Pietus, the idea orsir, you expect an apology too,' said curred to me, that it might be she, with a bewitching confusion. agreeable to many of your readers

Ile approached ber, and taking to see seven other translations, her hand with that graceful ease which appeared in a newspaper a which never forsakes him, he led few years since, and which, for her to me,~ Be always thus, my their gratification, I accordingly enchanting girl, and what heart send to you — numbered in the

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my wound


ing back to your former publica

4. tion: and, as the Latin original, When Arria to her Pætus gave the which accompanies the translation sword, in your pages, is distigured by iy Drawn sanguin'd from her bosom

chaste as snow, pographic errors, I send a co rret copy of it for insertion — adding

“ This pains not,” said she, “ trust

thinc Arria's word: likewise a literal prose translation,

But, when thou strik'st, this heart to aid the fair reader in judging shall feel the blow !" of the merits or demerits of the

5. difierent poetic versions. Casta suo gladium quum

When spotless Arria froin her bwsom traderet Arria

drew, Pato,

And to her Pætus gare, the bloody Quem de riscerilus traverat ipsa suis,

steel, Siqua fides, vulnus, quod feci, non " Trust me," she cry'd, dolit," inquit :

no pains ensile : Sed,quod tu facies, hoc mihi, Pale,

Thy destin'd wound alone I sorely dolci." When chaste Arria presented to her Partus the sword, which she had drawn

* The writer of this fifth translation from her own borrels, “ Believe me,' here, as a various reading for the last said she, “ the wound, which I have line, inflicted, is not painful : but that, Of yours th' anticipated pain I feel." O Pet:is, which you will inflict, is painful to me."

6. 1.

When tender Arria gare her lord the When the chaste Arria drew from out

steel her breast

Fresh recking from her bosom chaste The reeking sword, she thus her lord Said she, My Pætus, all the pains I

, addrest: My wound, dear Pætus, can irelict


Spring from the thought that you no smart : “ 'Tis thine, and thine alone, which

'must bear the blow." rends my heart."

7. 2.

Thus spake chaste Arria, as she drew When Arria from her bowels drew the

the sword sword,

From her pierc'd heart, and gave it to She * weeping gave it to her much-lov’d her lord : lord :

No pang my wound confesses from “ The deed I've done,” she cry'd, “ 's a

the steel; joyful deed :

“ But ihine, iny Pætus, ere you strike, « These tears, my Pætus, are —

that I feel." you must bleed.” She” is a typographic When Arria pull'd ihe daszer from her

From the Tatler, Vol.2, No. 72. • Probably “ error, and the author wrote

* And

side, weeping." 3.

Thus to her consort spoke th'illustrious

bride : When from her bleeding bosom Arria

“ The wound I gave myscif, I do not drew the knife,

grieve : With which the tyrant sought her husband's life,

I die by that my Pætus must receive." « It pains me not," the faithful victim

I am Sir, cries -

Yours, &c. " When Pætus strikes, 'tis then that

GIOV.LV.VI. Arria rlies.”

Decem. 2. 1807. Voi, XXXVIII.

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ser, would have only been to acTHE DANGEROUS INCIDENT. celerate her doom. They saw her

firmly keep her seat; but without An Extract from the Novel of •Santo SEBASTIANO;' or, the

power' to curb her steed. Lord YOUNG PROTECTOR.

St. Orville, ever collected in the

moment of danger, and mounted JULIA daily continued her on a horse nearly two hands highequestrian attempts, sometimes er than Swiftsuré, darted like the attended by lord St. Orville, with forked lightuing's flash to an angle either lord Delamore or Mr. Tem- 'from Julia ; and then, with an exple; and she benefited so much by ertion scarcely human, to the point their instructions, at she soon lost he saw Swiftsure making for. all her fears, and became so good Only in time he arrived to snatch a horse-woman, that lady Theodo- at the bridle: the check was suftisia, at length obtained permission cient.; but in doing it, the exertion from her father to join the party was so great, as to pull lord St. from which she had been excluded, Orville off his own horse, and to lest her dauntless pranks might strain, every muscle in his arm. terrify the timid Julia.

With almost frantic rapidity he One most lovely and inviting snatched our heroine from her sadmorning, lady Theodosia, Julia, dle, and only tottered with her a and lord St. Orville, with their few paces from the verge, when attendants, were returning, after the coved bank on which Swiftsure an unusually extended ride, when, stood (now in submissive meekentering on the downs, upon the ness) fell in, and the underwood summit of the cliffs, near Dela- beneath, entangling his bridle and more castle, their ears were sud- mane, only saved him from desdenly assailed by the full cry of a truction. pack of hounds, and the shouts of Terror at her impending danger, the huntsmen hallooing to them, and joy and gratitude at her almost as if at fault." They were lord miraculous rescue, deprived Julia Delamore's hounds, taken down to of every power of articulation; and, the beach to bathe; and the dogs pale as death, from which she had not liking the business, they, with just, by one hair's breadth, estheir attendants, made a violent caped, she remained trembling in uproar, as if in full chase.

the supporting arms of lord St. Swiftsure was unfortunately the Orville, who stood gazing at his most famous hunter in Lord De- almost senseless charge in agitalamdre's stud; perfectly well he tion which foils our feeble ability knew the voices of the hounds and to describe, and with as little power huntsmen; and out at full speed to speak as she had; but, like a he darted, to the verge of the pre- true woman, her faculties of speech cipice, following the direction of resumed their function first, and the cry of the hounds. Julia's softly she saidcompanions, with the attendants, Oh, lord St. Orville! but for baw with dismay the imminence of Heaven and you'. .. .. Her op her peril, nay, the inevitability of pressed sensibility allowed her to her destruction. To follow her, add no more, for an abundant flow with a hope of overtaking, and of tears suspended her power of reining-in, the high-mettled coure articulation; but, even in this

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short sentence, her voice recalled her bosom with the most poignant his amazed senses, and restored pang she had ever experienced, his utierance,

and filled her heart with anguish, • You-- you are safe !'he exact in the conviction this gift presentclaimed.

ed, that lord St. Orville was beloved • Safe, and unhurt,' she said. by lady Storamond, and that her

One of the sweetest siniles that hitherto immaculate friend was, ever animated the face of mortal, perhaps--oh, horror of horrors ! now diffused itself over the coun a faithless wife! tenance of lord St. Orville, as he Tears now ran in torrents down fell at the feet of Julia, in a death- poor Julia's cheeks; and convulsive like swoon.

sobs agitated her heaving boson. The almost distracted lady Theo- Lord St. Orville's groom had dosia, with the terrified attendants, brought his hat full of water from now assembled round the shriek- a neighbouring spring; and Swifting Julia, who had instantaneously sure's groom had suminoned the sunk on the ground beside her huntsinen, with several fishermen, preserver, ken off his hat, nd who, accustomed to clambering the applied her salts to his nose. His cliffs, fastened cables round the not less agitated sister now kneel- poor panting, almost exhausted, ing by hims, opened his waistcoat, animal's body, and at length sucsnatched off his neckcloth, and ceeded in drawing him up, safe, hastening to unbutton the collar and scarcely hurt. of his shirt, she, in 'her trepida At length lord St. Orville evincs tion, twitched out of his bosom a ed symptoms of returning respiblack ribbon, to which was sus ration; and, to the joy of all who pended, and now made its unbid- surrounded him, in a few moments den appearance, a gold heart. more opened his eyes, when the Had a viper darted from his breast first object they rested upon was-it could not have more appalled, or Julia: and, though still so faint as amazed, our heroine.

to be scarcely able to articulate, he This mis-shapen and, clumsy eagerly demanded the cause of her locket, the only trinket our he- tears. roine then possessed, she had given, • Oh!' said lady Theodosia, it with a lock of her hair, to lady is your illness; for that has frightStoramond; first engraving, with ened and affected her more than the point of her scissors, ' Julia... her own danger.' Adelaide,' upon it. The ill-form • But I am now well, quite well,' ed heart, the singular beading exclaimed his lordship; a bright round it, with her own well-re- tiut of vermilion flusłing his bemembered performance, left her fore pallid countenance-and he no rooin to doubt its identity; and made an effort to rise, but the atthat lady Storanıond had yiven him tempt was vain : his right arm could this, her little pledge of friendship afford him no assistance; and the (which she had received with a torture he unwarily put it to, in countenance so expressive of ge- his endeavour to rise, made hina nuine pleasure, and had, unsoli- shrink and change colour. tedly, promised to retain for ever • Oh! no, no, no!' subbed out as one of her heart's inost fondly- Julia, ' you are not, at all, well. cherished treasures), now pained You are severely, nuch hurt!

Your arm is..... Ollearen! what her feet, and nothing we do, fat to your arm, has happened ?- Alas! striving, to make, relief.' She now, alas! and I am the cause of such once more, made a sling of a silk great pain for you!'

handkerchief, which she gently ' Oh! speak! speak, Alfred!' tied around his lordship's neck; exclaimed bady Theodosia, in new when, turning pale as death, and raised terror.- Tell me, are you shuddering, she exclaimed - Alas! hurt? --what, what ails your arm? I did hurt you ! though all my is any thing brokenwiere is the possible I did, to gently tie it. mischief?

I did hope, to make ease of your In my heart,' he replied, in a pain: but I did not, for I felt you to tone of despondence, so touching, shrink, from my touch, and trembe it vibrated through every chord of led beneath my hand, though so pity; still gazing at Julia, as if light, it was.' unconscious of what he had articu *Oh! softly articulated lord St. lated, or of anything but mental Orville, " this is too, too much misery.

to bear!' 'He is delirious!' said lady: Lady Theodosia gave a shriek Theodosia, bursting into tears; of sympathy, exclaiming, What which aroused her brother._"What can be done!' And Julia looked ails

my sister?' he demanded, ten upon him with the tearful eye of terly.

tender pity, and painfully wound• Oh, Alfred!' she replied, 'yoned gratitude. Talk wildly, and tell me not where Lord St. Orville now seemed, you are lurt.--I know your arm is, by one great struggle for firmness, fractured.'

to have regained it. He smiled • My dear Theodosia ! do not so benignly, entreated them to comunnecessarily alarm yourself.--My pose themselves — The pain of arm is strained a little, I perceive; y arin is trifling; indeed it is !! but no bone is broken, be assured.' he said. • The terror miss De Clif

• Theil, then, to Heaven, may ford's danger naturally created, : I make my best thanks for escape has affitted my spirits, and made a

so miraculous; since it has not, too very coward of me: and though it dear, been purchased, by the great is possible I may appear subdued misery, of inflicting calamity, for all day, believe not the pain of my yon;' said Julii, raising her arm occasions it.' streaming eyes to heaven, with one The men who were now all gae of the sweetest looks that pious thered round him, to know how gratitude ever wore: and lord St. they could be serviceable, were Orville, with quickres, threw his anxious to go for a surgeon, and a

lurt arm around his sister's neck. carriage; but this, lord St. Orville She heard a deep sigh break from would not hear of. • The latter,'

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