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she was very fond of the boy 'till she found that I liked “ You will! And you dare to say that to my face, to him; and then, my jewil, she turned like sour milk all a child o'mine! You will—will ye?-we'll see, my boy! in a minute, I'm afraid even the priest 'ill get no good of I'll tell ye what, if I like, Morris Donovan shall come her."

into this house, and, what's more, be master of this house; “ Father, dear father,” said Norah, “ suppose ye were and that's what you never had the heart to be yet, ye to say nothing about it, good or bad, and just pretend to poor ould snail !" So saying, Mistress Clary endeavoured take a sudden dislike to Morris, and let the priest speak to rescue from the fire the hissing remains of the poor to her himself, she'd come round."

snipes. Norah attempted to assist her mother, but Clary, “ Out of opposition to me, eh ?"

lifting her up somewhat after the fashion of an eagle

raising a golden wren with its claw, fairly put her out of “ And let her gain the day, then ?—that would be the kitchen. This was the signal for fresh hostilities. cowardly,” replied the farmer, drawing himself up—"No, Mrs Clary stormed and stamped; and Mr Clary persisted I won't."

in abusing, not only Morris, but Morris's uncle, Father “ Father, dear, you don't understand," said the cun- Donovan, until at last the farmer's helpmate swore, ay, ning lass.“ Sure, ye’re for Morris; and when we are and roundly too, by cross and saint, that before the next that is, if—I mean-suppose_father, you know what I sunset, Norah Clary should be Norah Donovan. I wish mean,” she continued, and luckily the deepening twilight you could have seen Norry's eye, dancing with joy and concealed her blushes,“-“ if that took place, its you that exultation, as it peeped through the latch-hole ;-it sparkwould have ye'r own way.”

led more brightly than the richest diamond in our mo. “ True for ye, Norry, my girl, true for ye; I never narch's crown, for it was filled with hope and love. thought of that before!" And, pleased with the idea of The next morning was clear and frosty, long slendericicles tricking his wife, the old man fairly capered for joy. hung from the branches of the wild hawthorn and holly, and " But stay a while-stay, asy, asy,” he recommenced ; even under the light footsteps of Norah, the glazed herb“ how am I to manage? Sure, the priest himself will age crackled like feathery glass. The mountain-rill mur. be here to-morrow morning early, and he's out upon a mured under a frost-bound covering; and the poor sheep, station now; so there's no speaking with him;-he's no in their warm fleeces, gazed mournfully on the landscape, way quick, either-we'll be bothered entirely, if he comes beautiful as it was in the healthy morning light, for neiin on a suddent."

ther on hill or dale could they discover a mouthful of “ Leave it to me, dear father-leave it all to me," ex

grass. The chill December breeze rushed unheeded over claimed the animated girl—“only pluck up a spirit, and the glowing cheek of Norah Clary, for her “wise thought” whenever Morris's name is mentioned, abuse him—but had prospered, and she was hastening to the trysting-tree, not with all ye'r heart, father-only from the teeth out." where, “ by chance," either morning or evening, she ge

When they re-entered, the fresh-boiled potatoes sent a nerally met Morris Donovan. I don't know how it is, warm curling steam to the very rafters of the lofty kit- but the moment that the course of true love runs smooth, chen; they were poured out into a large wicker kish, it becomes very uninteresting, except to the parties conand on the top of the pile rested a plate of coarse white cerned. So it is now only left for me to say, that tho salt; noggins of butter-milk were filled on the dresser, maiden, after a due and proper time consumed in teazing and on a small round table a cloth was spread, and some and tantalizing her intended, (a practice, by the way, which delf plates awaited the more delicate repast which the I strongly recommend as the best mode of discovering the farmer's wife was herself preparing.

temper, &c. of the gentleman,) told him her sancy plan “ What's for supper, mother?” enquired Norah, as she and its result. And the lover hastened upon the wings of drew her wheel towards her, and employed her fairy foot love (which I beg my Scotch readers clearly to underin whirling it round.

stand, are swifter and stronger in Ireland, than in any Plaguy snipeens,” she replied, “ bits o' bog chickens, other country) to apprize the priest of the arrangement, that you've always such a fancy for- Barney Leary kilt well knowing that his reverence loved his nephewand niece them himself."

that was to be (to say nothing of the wedding supper, and “ So I did,” said Barney, grinning, “ and that stick the profits arising therefrom) too well, not to aid their wid a hook of Morris Donovan's, the finest thing in the merry jest. world for knocking 'em down."

What bustle, what preparation, what feasting, what “ If Morris Donovan's stick touched them they sha'nt dancing, gave the country folk enough to talk about, come here,” said the farmer, striking the poor little table during the happy Christmas holidays, I cannot now desuch a blow with his clenched hand as made not only it, scribe. The bride, of course, looked lovely and sheepbut Mrs Clary, jump.

ish; and the bridegroom — But, pshaw! bridegrooms “ And why so, pray ?” asked the dame.

are always uninteresting. One fact, however, is worth “ Because nothing belonging to Morris, let alone recording. When Father Donovan concluded the cereMorris himself, shall come into the house," replied Clary; mony, before the bridal kiss had passed, Farmer Clary, “he's not to my liking, any how, and there's no good in without any reason that his wife could discover, most inhis bothering here after what he won't get."

decorously sprang up, seized a shillela of stout oak, and “ Excellent !" thought Norah.

whirling it rapidly over his head, shouted, “ Carry me “ Lord save us!" ejaculated Mrs Clary, as she placed out! by the powers she's bet! we've won the day! the grilled snipes on the table, “ what's come to the Ould Ireland for ever! Success, boys! she's bet-she's man ?” Without heeding his resolution, she was proceed- bet !”—The priest, too, seemed vastly to enjoy this exing to distribute the savoury " birdeens," when, to her temporaneous effusion, and even the bride laughed outastonishment, her usually tame husband threw dish and right. Whether the goodwife discovered the plot or no, its contents into the flames; the good woman absolutely I never heard ; but of this I am certain, that the joyous stood for a moment aghast. The calm, however, was not Norah never had reason to repent her “ Wise Thought." of long duration. She soon rallied, and with blazing London, December the 16th, 1829. face and fiery tongue, thus commenced hostilities : “ How dare ye, ye spalpeen, throw away any of God's mate, after that fashion, and I to the fore? What do you mane, I say?" AN INCANTATION SCENE.-A POEN, HITHERTO “ I mane, that nothing touched by Morris Donovan

UNPUBLISHED, shall come under this roof; and if I catch that girl of

By Percy Byshe Shelley. mine looking, at the same time, the road he walks on, by the powers ! I'll tear the eyes out of her head, and The charm begins,—an ancient book send her to a nunnery!"

Of mystic characters she took ;

Her loose locks floated on the air,

now when he is dead. “ He was decidedly mad," says Her eyes were fix'd in lifeless stare;

one; “ he was a man of shining talents and great inior. She traced a circle on the floor,

mation," says another ; “ he was a most fatiguing com. Around, dark chilling vapours lower ;

panion,” says a third ; "he was a most entertaining creze A golden cross on the pavement she threw;

ture_excellent company,” says a fourth. Now, for all 'Twas tinged by a flame of lambent blue,

these various opinions a show of reason can be given. Those From which bright scintillations flew ;

who believed him to be mad, were such as vere either By it she cursed her Saviour's soul!

altogether unacquainted with him, and knew him only s Then savage laughter round did roll,

a little grey-headed old man, with top boots, spectacles, a A hollow, wild, and frightful sound,

very old hat, a very snuffy nose, and a square plaid thrown In air above, and under ground.

over his shoulders, and who went at a half-walk, half-trot,

along the streets; or wbo, knowing him personally, were She utter'd then, in accents dread,

too matter-of-fact sort of persons themselves to tolerate Some maddening rhyme that wakes the dead,

eccentricity in others. Those who believed him to be a And forces every shivering fiend

man of shining talents and extensive information, were To her their demon-forms to bend.

such as had either heard him converse with men of tz At length a wild and piercing shriek,

lent, or who had enjoyed his company alone, in that quiet As the dark mists disperse and break,

library at Dryburgh Abbey, where, with the confident Announced the coming Prince of Hell !

air of a man who knew his subject and its bearings be But when his form obscured the cell,

would reach down the classics, poets, philosophers, or his What words could paint, what tongue could tell, torians, from the shelves where they stood, not for display, The terrors of his look!

but to illustrate conversation, or be themselves the sub The witch's heart, unused to shrink

ject of commentary. Those who thought him a fatiguing Even at extremest danger's brink,

companion, were such as were unable to comprehend the With deadliest terror shook!

figurative, and somewhat mystical style in which he cosAnd with their Prince were seen to rise

versed; while those who thought differently, were more Spirits of every shape and hue,

accustomed to his conversation, were possessed of a mere A hideous and infernal crew,

lively fancy, and therefore found it no effort to follox With hell-fires flashing from their eyes.

his meaning. The cavern bellows with their cries,

But it is not to be denied, that, brilliant as Lord Which, echoing through a thousand caves,

Buchan often was in conversation,-extensive as were Sound like as many tempest-waves.

his attainments in classical and scientific knowledge,

unbounded as was his information,_and shrewdly and Inspired and wrapt in bickering flame,

soundly as he thought upon every subject connected The strange and wild enchantress stood ;

with the conduct of life, there were times in which Words unpremeditated came,

one felt strongly tempted to suspect the sanity of his In unintelligible flood,

mind. These apparent aberrations may all be accountFrom her black tumid lips—array'd

ed for, from the remarkable preponderance of self-esteera In livid, fiendish smiles of joy

and vanity in the composition of his character. These Lips, which now dropp'd with deadly dew,

were exhibited in early life, and never deserted him to And now, extending wide, display'd

the end. When he had scarcely attained manhood, be Projecting teeth of mouldy blue.

was taken by the hand by Mr Pitt, who had conceived As with a loud and piercing cry,

high expectations of him in the diplomatic department; A mystic, harrowing lay she sang,

but the first appointment he received he speedily threw The rocks, as with a death-peal, rang,

up, in consequence of some wound given to his self-importAnd the dread accents, deep and drear,

ance in a question of precedency; and it was not many Struck terror on the dark night's ear!

years afterwards, that the same feeling, though more wor

thily excited, dictated that spirited and remarkable reply As ceased the soul-appalling verse,

he made to the minister upon receiving a list of the Scotch Obedient to its power, grew still

peers nominated by government upon the occasion of a The hellish shrieks ;—the mists disperse ;

general election. This he construed, and perhaps justly, Satan—a shapeless, hideous beast

as an infringement on the rights of the peerage ; and he In all his horrors stood confest!

addressed a remonstrance to the minister, concluding in And as his vast proportions fill

these words: “I will not be slow to assert the privileges The lofty cave, his features dire

of the peerage, if they be invaded ; and shall know how Gleam with a pale and sulphurous fire ;

to make my porridge in my helmet, and stir it with my From his fixed glance of deadly hate

sword !” That feeling of self-importance which so early, Even she shrunk back, appallid with dread

and upon this latter occasion so nobly, displayed itself, For there contempt and malice sate,

grew as he advanced in years; and at length, by the help And from his basiliskine eye

of a naturally vivid imagination, often got the better of his Sparks of living fury fly,

judgment, and led him to fancy things that had no existence. Which wanted but a being to strike dead.

He conscientiously believed that no man in the kingdom possessed so much influence as himself, and this not only

in public affairs, but in private matters also. He not only RECOLLECTIONS OF THE DEAD.

gave away, in imagination, all the great government apNo. III.

pointments, but fancied all the church patronage of Scotland, if not actually in his gift, yet indirectly bestowed

through his influence. In the most private affairs of life, By Derwent Conway.

even, he seemed to imagine that he had some hand, as the

saying is. I well recollect, that when the Duke of RoxTHERE is one very extraordinary fact respecting the in- burgh, in his eighty-second year, married a wife, Lord dividual who forms the subject of this reminiscence,-two Buchan told me that it was his arrangement; and when, persons can scarcely be found to agree in their estimate of a year afterwards, her Grace gave birth to an heir, his the late Earl of Buchan's mind and character. So it lordship seemed inclined to take to himself the credit of was when he was living; and I presume that so it is this also.

THE LATE RIGHT HON. THE EARL OF BUCHAX,

B

Among other unaccountable fancies of Lord Buchan, This is one among many instances I could give of the his lordship imagined, and told me a hundred times, that ready, and, I might say, knightly gallantry that distinmy father had, on his death-bed, left me to the care of guished the Earl of Buchan; and, since I am upon the his lordship; and, impressed with this idea, he was al subject of lips, from which the transition to the cheek is ways pleased to have me with him at Dryburgh ; and I easy, though perhaps not so common as its converse, his have, accordingly, many agreeable recollections of the lordship was wont at times to claim the privilege of the weeks and months spent in that retired and beautiful peerage, in saluting his favourites, of whom he had manymansion—not associated merely with the beauty of the among others, Miss H_ of B-e, Miss Sốn, now L-y spot, the romantic country, and the time-worn ruin, but D-n, Miss H-e of the C-s, and many others. with the conversation of the noble owner, which I found Like all the branches of his family, Lord Buchan was not only instructive, but entertaining. In the play of passionately fond of children. I never saw him pass a wit, I have rarely known any man a match for Lord Bu- child in his walks near Dryburgh, that he did not stop chan; and, in his replies, there was sometimes a quaint and pat its head, and, notwithstanding his character for humour, that seemed to belong to the antique, rather than parsimony, put a penny into its hand; and he used often to the modern, sehool of wit. I recollect, upon one occa- also to join in the pastimes of young persons amongst sion, Miss Henrietta, commonly called Henny Dallas a whom he chanced to find himself; as did also his brother name well known to many of your readers-saying to the ex-chancellor, who, when living at Buchan Hill, at his lordship, when speaking of his natural son, Captain the same time that I was residing at Holm Bush with E -, who, though strikingly like Lord Buchan, had the Honourable David, now Lord Erskine, used to walk nothing of his lordship's intellect, “ Oh, my Lord, what down to his nephew's almost every evening, and was never a pity! he's so like your lordship; but he hasna your in the room five minutes before he was upon the carpet lordship's head."-" True, Henny,” replied he, “but you on all fours, with the fine family of grand children that know we don't get children with our heads."

flocked around him. Whatever might have been Lord Buchan's feelings, in Let they who will speak sneeringly of the late Earl of early life, upon the subject of political distinction, he was Buchan-of his follies, his vanity, his vices perchance, accustomed, in his old age, to speak contemptuously of it, his coldness towards his nearest relations, his reported heartand always greatly prided himself in standing aloof from lessness at the death of his wife-for my part, I cannot the ranks of party politicians. I have often heard his be one of his detractors; of follies of vices even-he may lordship speak of his brothers as men who were ruined have had his share; but I cannot forget that he gave by not having, as he expressed it, “kept the waggon- freely £600 per annum to a scion of the family--that he way,”-a favourite expression of his, meaning the beaten purchased his brother's estate, and entailed it upon his track that most men travel in their journey through life, heir---that I saw the tears trickle down his cheeks when and alluding particularly to the late Lord Erskine leaving the vault opened to receive his spouse ; nor can I ever forthe bar for the woolsack. The only occasion upon which get the many happy hours I have spent in his company, Lord Buchan took the slightest part in the politics of the or the counsel I have received from his lips. day, was at the general election in 1820, when he appeared in his place at Holyrood House, and voted for an anti-mi

TO FREDERICK. nisterial candidate, Lord Belhaven.

Among the peculiarities in the Earl of Buchan's mind By the Authoress of Aloyse, or the Forester's and conduct, was an extraordinary attention to the mi

Daughter." nutiæ of politeness ; he used to say—and, from frequent Friend of my heart! that name hath power to rouse, observation, I am inclined to credit the assertion that,

With whirlwind's force, the memories of the past; since the day of his marriage, Lady Buchan never entered Brings rushing on the scenes of other days,--, the room in which he was, that he did not rise, and re

The summer smile of hope-cold desolation's blast! main standing until her ladyship was seated ; nor did she ever quit the room that he did not rise and open the door Friend of my soul! I name thee not--thy name for her. Nor did that gallant bearing towards the fair Is all too sacred for the base world's ken; sex in general, for which Lord Buchan was distinguished | I speak to thee alone_deep in my heart in his early days, desert him in his old age. I remember I hide thee from the idle gaze of men. upon one occasion, while residing at Dryburgh, there was, annong other visitors, a young lady named Scrope, a de- Friend of my soul! I wander through the world, scendant of that Scrope so well known in history. It so And seek in vain an answering glance like thine, happened, that, one morning at breakfast, a wasp alighted | An eye that flash'd or soften'd into love, upon Miss Scrope's lip, and stung it. “Now, Hal,” said When joy had brighten'd, or grief clouded mine; Lord Buchan, turning to a young gentleman at table, "how charming an opportunity to be Miss Scrope's cham- I list in vain the voice, whose manly tones pion, by demanding satisfaction of the aggressor.” The

Could bid the darkness of my soul depart, gentleman who was thus called upon by his lordship, Could soothe its griefs, and send its rising tears said, upon the spur of the moment,

Back to the gushing fountains of the heart.
Pray, wasp, how dared you sting

Where now the bounding step I knew afar ?
Fair Emma's beauteous lip,

(My fluttering bosom told me it was thee)
Where every sweet reposed

And as it came, and hastened-hurried on,
That gods might love to sip?

I knew I knew 'twas hurrying on to me!
Heaven never gave to you a sting
To plant in such a lovely thing.

We're parted—and I hear these sounds no more!

We'll meet again--but shall it be as once ? “Now, my Lord,” said the questioner, “ I have called May not a dissonance jar the heart's true chords ? the aggressor to account, but I cannot answer for him too

Or one may sound, and there be no response ! -will you, my Lord ?" and Lord Buchan, in another moment, replied,

Friend of my soul ! joy dances round thy path ; “If I mistake not, sip who dare,

The world's proud honours thou hast nobly won !
Who dares to sip will find

And be these blest to thee!-it matters not
That lip has other, keener sting,

That I still suffer-struggle-wander on.
Than the one I've left behind."

A TALE FOUNDED ON FACT.

THE STRANGER.

had caused a sensation among the good people of Hodnet, for he was not the kind of person whom one meets with

every day. There was something both in his face and By Henry G. Bell.

figure that distinguished him from the crowd. You could

not look upon him once, and then turn away with indif" In nobil sangrie vita umile e queta,

ference. His features arrested your attention, and comEd in alto intelletto un puro core ; Frutto senile in sul giovenil fiore,

manded your admiration. His high Roman nose, bis E in aspetto pensoso anima lieta,"

PETRARCR.

noble brow, his almost feminine lips, and beautifully re

gular teeth,—bis pale but not delicate cheek, his profeHodnet is a village in Shropshire. Like all other sion of dark and curling hair, his black bright eyes, wbúse villages in Shropshire, or anywhere else, it consists prin- glance, without being keen, was intense, –all, taken to cipally of one long street, with a good number of detach- gether, produced an effect which might have excited ated houses scattered here and there in its vicinity. The tention on a wider stage than that of Hodnet. In sta street is on a slight declivity, on the sunny side of what ture he was considerably above the middle height; and in England they call a hill. It contains the shops of there was a something in his air which they who were three butchers, five grocers, two bakers, and one apothe- not accustomed to it did not understand, and which sone cary. On the right hand, as you go south, is that very called grace, others dignity, and others hauteur. When excellent inn, the Blue Boar; and on the left, nearly op- the service was over, our hero walked out alone, and shut posite, is the public hall, in which all sorts of meetings himself up for the rest of the day in his parlour at the are held, and which is alternately converted into a dan- Blue Boar. But speculation was busily at work, and cing-school, a theatre, a Methodist chapel, a ball-room, at more than one tea-table that evening in Hodnet, ose an auction-room, an exhibition-room, or any other kind jectures were poured out with the tea, and swallowed of room that may be wanted. The church is a little far- with the toast. ther off, and the parsonage is, as usual, a white house

A few days elapsed, and the stranger was almost forsurrounded with trees, at one end of the village. Hod-gotten; for there was to be a subscription assembly in net is, moreover, the market-town of the shire, and stands Hodnet, which engrossed entirely the minds of men. It in rather a populous district; so that, though of small was one of the most important events that had happendimensions itself, it is the rallying place, on any extra- ed for at least a century. Such doings had never been ordinary occasion, of a pretty numerous population. known before. There was never such a demand for mil

One evening in February, the mail from London stop-liners since the days of Ariadne, the first milliner of ped at the Blue Boar,and a gentleman wrapped in a tra- whom history speaks. Needles worked unremittingly velling cloak came out. The guard handed him a small from morning to night, and from night to morning. Fidportmanteau, and the mail drove on.

The stranger en- dles were scraped on in private, and steps danced before tered the inn, was shown into a parlour, and desired that looking-glasses. All the preparations which Captain Parthe landlord and a bottle of wine should be sent to him. ry made for going to the North Pole, were a mere joke The order was speedily obeyed; the wine was set upon

to the preparations made by those who intended to go to the table, and Gilbert Cherryripe himself was the person the Hodnet assembly. At length the great, the important who set it there. Gilbert next proceeded to rouse the night arrived, “ big with the fate” of many a rustie bille. slumbering fire, remarking, with a sort of comfortable

The three professional fiddlers of the village were elevalook and tone, that it was a cold, raw night. His guest ted on a table at one end of the hall, and every body proassented with a nod.

nounced it the very model of an orchestra. The candles “ You call this village Hodnet, do you not ?" said he, (neither the oil nor the coal gas company had as yet peneenquiringly.

trated so far as Hodnet) were tastefully arranged, and re« Yes, sir, this is the town of Hodnet.” (Mr Cherry- gularly snuffed. The floor was admirably chalked by a ripe did not like the term “ village.”) " And a prettier travelling sign-painter, engaged for the purpose ; and the little place is not to be found in England."

refreshments in an adjoining room, consisting of negus, “ So I have heard ; and as you are not upon any of apples, oranges, cold roast-beef, porter, and biscuits, were the great roads, I believe you have the reputation of be- under the immediate superintendence of our very excel. ing a primitive and unsophisticated race.

lent friend, Mr Gilbert Cherryripe. At nine o'clock, « Privitive and sofisticated, did you say, sir? Why, which was considered a fashionable hour, the hall was as to that, I cannot exactly speak; but if there is no nearly full, and the first country dance (quadrilles had harm in it, I daresay we are. But you see, sir, I am a not as yet poisoned the peace, and stirred up all the bad vintner, and don't trouble iny head much about these passions, of Hodnet) was commenced by the eldest son matters."

and presumptive heir of old Squire Thoroughbred, who “ So much the better,” said the stranger, smiling. conducted gracefully through its mazes the chosen divi“ You and I shall become better friends; I may stay with nity of his heart, Miss Wilhelmina Bouncer, only daughiyou for some weeks, perhaps months. In the meantimeter of Tobias Bouncer, Esq. justice of peace in the counget me something comfortable for supper, and desire your ty of Shropshire. wife to look after my bedroom.”

Enjoyment was at its height, and the three professionMr Cherryripe made one of his profoundest bows, and al fiddlers had put a spirit of life into all things, when descended to the kitchen, inspired with the deepest re- suddenly one might perceive that the merriment was for a spect for his unexpected guest.

moment checked, whilst a more than usual bustle pervaNext day was Sunday. The bells of the village church ded the room. The stranger had entered it; and there had just finished ringing, when the stranger walked up was something so different in his looks and manner from the aisle, and entered, as if at random, a pew which hap- those of any of the other male creatures, that every body pened to be vacant. Instantly every eye was turned to- surveyed him with renewed curiosity, which was at wards him, for a new face was too important an object first slightly tinctured with awe. “ Who can he be ?" in Hodnet to be left unnoticed.—“ Who is he?” “When was the question that instantaneously started up like a did he come?" " With whom does he stay?" “ How long crocus in many a throbbing bosom. “He knows nobody, will he be here ?" “ How old may he be ?" “ Do you and nobody knows him; surely he will never think of ask. think he is handsome?” These and a thousand other ing any body to dance.”—“ Dance !" said Miss Cottin, the questions flew about in whispers from tongue to tongue, apothecary's daughter, “I wonder who would dance with whilst the unconscious object of all this interest cast his him?-a being whom we know no more about than we eyes calmly, and yet penetratingly, over the congregation. do of the man in the moon. Papa says he looks for all Nor was it altogether to be wondered that his appearance the world like a quack doctor."-" I rather suspect,"

said Miss Bluebite, a starch spinster of fifty, who was It was the custom in Hodnet for the gentlemen to emconsidered the Madame de Stael of the village_“I rather ploy the morning of the succeeding day in paying their suspect that he is an Irish fortune-hunter, come for the respects to the ladies with whom they had danced on the express purpose of running away with some of us. We previous evening. At these visits all the remarkable ought to be upon our guard, I assure you.” Miss Blue- events of the ball were of course talked over. Criticisms bite was said to have property to the amount of L.70 per were made upon the different dresses ; commentaries were annum, and, no doubt, concluded that she was herself the offered on the various modes of dancing ; doubts were sugleading object of the adventurer's machinations. Had it gested regarding the beauty of Miss A

; suspicions been so, he must have been a bold adventurer indeed. were hinted as to the gentility of Miss B

; Mr C For a long time the stranger stood aloof from the dancers was severely blamed for dancing thrice with Miss D; in a corner by himself, and people were almost beginning mutual enquiries were made concerning the odd-looking to forget his presence. But he was not idle; he was ob- man, who introduced himself so boldly to Mrs and Miss serving attentively every group, and every individual, that Sommers, and who was reported even to have seen them passed before him. Judging by the various expressions home, or at least to have left the assembly along with that came over his countenance, one would have thought them. We make no doubt that all this chit-chat was very that he could read character at a single glance-that his interesting to the parties engaged in it; but as we have perceptions were similar to intuitions. Truth obliges me not the talents either of a Richardson or a Boswell, we to contess, that it was not with a very favourable eye he shall not attempt to enter into its details, especially as our regarded the greater majority of the inhabitants of Hodnet attention is more particularly devoted to the “ odd-lookand its neighbourhood. Probably they did not exactly come ing man" already spoken of. up to his expe as; but what these expectations were, It is most true that he did leave the public hall of Hod. it is difficult to conceive.

net with Mrs and Miss Sommers, and true that he esAt length, however, something like a change seemed corted them home. Nay, it is also true that he won so to come over the spirit of his dreams. His eye fell on much upon their favour, that, on his requesting permisEmily Sommers, and appeared to rest where it fell with sion to wait upon them next day, it was without much no small degree of pleasure. No wonder; Emily was difficulty obtained. This was surely very imprudent in not what is generally styled beautiful; but there was a Mrs Sommers, and every body said it was very imprusweetness, a modesty, a gentleness about her, that charm- dent. “ What! admit as a visitor in her family a pered the more the longer it was observed. She was the only son whom she had never seen in her life before, and who, child of a widowed mother. Her father had died many for any thing she knew, might be a swindler or a Jew! a year ago ip battle; and the pension of an officer's wi- There was never any thing so preposterous ;-& woman, dow was all the fortune he had left them. But nature too, of Mrs Sommers's judgment and propriety! It was had bestowed riches of a more valuable kind than those

very very strange.” But whether it was very strange which fortune had denied. I wish I could describe Emi- or not, the fact is, that the stranger soon spent most of ly Sommers; but I shall not attempt it. She was one of his time at Violet Cottage ; and what is, perhaps, no less those whose virtues are hid from the blaze of the world, wonderful, notwithstanding his apparent intimacy, he reonly to be the more appreciated by those who can under- mained nearly as much a stranger to its inmates as ever. stand them. She was one of those who are seldom missed His name, they had ascertained, was Burleigh-Frederick in the hour of festive gaiety, who pass unobserved in the Burleigh, that he was probably upwards of eight-and-twen-, midst of glare and bustle, and whose names are but rare- ty, and that, if he had ever belonged to any profession, it ly heard beyond the limits of their own immediate circle. must have been that of arms. But farther they knew But mingle with that circle; leave the busy world be- not. Mrs Sommers, however, who, to a well cultivated hind you, and enter within its circumscribed and domes- mind, added a considerable experience of the world, did tic sphere, and then you will discover the value of a be- not take long to discover that their new friend was, in ing like to her of whom I speak. Without her, the win- every sense of the word, a man whose habits and manners ter fireside, or the summer-evening walk, is destitute of entitled him to the name and rank of a gentleman; and pleasure. Her winning smiles, her unclouded temper, she thought, too, that she saw in him, after a short interher affectionate gentleness, must throw their hallowed in- course, many of those nobler qualities which raise the influence over the scenes where her spirit presides, uncon- dividual to a high and well-merited rank among his spescious of its power, else they become uninteresting and cies. As for Emily, she loved his society she searcely desolate. I have said that she is not missed in the hour knew why; yet when she endeavoured to discover the of festive gaiety; but when she is at length removed from cause, she found it no difficult matter to convince her., among us, when the place that knew her knows her no self, that there was something about him so infinitely sumore, she leares

perior to all the men she had ever seen, that she was only “ A void and silent place in some sweet home,” obeying the dictates of reason in admiring and esteeming and a “long-remembered grief” throws its shadowy gloom him. over a few fond hearts.

Her admiration and esteem continued to increase in It was to Emily Sommers that the stranger first spoke. proportion as she became better acquainted with him, and De walked right across the room, and asked her to dance the sentiments seemed to be mutual. He now spent his with him. Emily had never seen him before; but con- time almost continually in her society, and it never hung cluding that he had come there with some of her friends, heavy on their hands. The stranger was fond of music, and little acquainted with the rules of etiquette, she inn- and Emily, besides being mistress of her instrument, posmediately, with a frank artlessness, smiled an acceptance sessed naturally a fine voice. Neither did she sing and of his request. Just at that moment young Squire Tho- play unrewarded ; Burleigh taught her that most enchantroughbred came bustling towards her; but observing hering of all modern languages—the language of Petrarch and hand already in that of the stranger, he looked somewhat Tasso; and being well versed in the use of the pencil, wrathfully at the unknown, and said, with much digni- showed her how to give to her landscapes a richer finish, ty, 1, sir, intended to have been Miss Sommers's part- and a bolder effect. Then they read together; and as ner.” The stranger fixed his dark eye upon the squire, a they looked with a smile into each other's countenances, slight smile curled on his lip, and without answering, he the fascinating pages of fiction seemed to acquire a tenpassed on with his partner, and took his place in the fold interest. It was a picture for Rubens to have dance. The squire stood stock still for a moment, feeling painted, that little domestic circle beside the parlour fire; as if he had just experienced a slight shock of electricity. Mrs Sommers, with her work-table beside her, and a benevoWhen he recovered, be walked quietly away in search of lent smile and matron grace upon her still pleasing cou Miss Wilhelmina Bouncer,

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