LETITIA, Lady VIVIAN, is the third daughter of the Rev. James Agnew Webster, and wife of Lieut.-Gen. Sir Richard Hussey Vivian, Bart., of Truro, in the county of Cornwall. lowing lines are a just and elegant tribute Stranger, whose footsteps thus unhallowed tread, Shed o'er this sacred earth a sorrowing tear. The family of which Sir Richard Hussey. If formed thy bosom goodness to revere, Vivian is the distinguished representative, claims descent from Thomas, one of the ten sons of John Vivian, Esq., of Trewan, and his lady, Maria Cavell. From this numerous progeny of Sir John Vivian, it is conjectured, have sprung several other branches of the Vivians that have flourished in different parts of Cornwall. Thomas Vivian, who is considered to have been the grandson of the above-mentioned Thomas, was great grandfather of The Rev. THOMAS VIVIAN. This gentleman was born in 1720, and, after obtaining holy orders, was presented to the living of Cornwood, in Devon, where he resided a number of years, and, after fulfilling his duties in a most exemplary manner, died at his vicarage, 17th March, 1793. The folVOL. IX.-NO. III.-SEPTEMBER 1836. Nor to the world of science sank unknown. The Rev. Mr. Vivian married Mary, daughter of John Hussey, Esq. of Truro, and sister of Richard Hussey, Esq., Solicitor to the Queen. By her, who died in 1807, he left four sons, viz. Thomas, who died young. Richard, in holy orders, Rector of Emmet, and died in 1825, leaving paigns of 1813 and 1814, and was particuissue : William Henry, in holy orders, Rector of Charles, North Devon, who wedded Miss Wingrove, but had no issue. The second son, JOHN VIVIAN, Esq., of Truro, was ViceWarden of the Stannaries of Cornwall. He married Betsey, daughter of the Rev. Richard Crunch, vicar of St. Clements, New Truro, and heiress of John Crunch, Esq., of Plympton, in Devonshire, and dying in 1826, left two sons, RICHARD HUSSEY. The eldest son, RICHARD HUSSEY VIVIAN, entered into the military profession at an early age, in 1793, and served in the Netherlands and Holland during the campaigns of 1794 and 1795, and again in Holland under the command of the Duke of York in 1799. He afterwards commanded the 7th Hussars, in Spain, under Sir John Moore, and proved a skilful and experienced officer. The 7th Hussars were for nine years under his command, and, as a token of their esteem and regard, the officers of that regiment presented him with a piece of plate, value two hundred guineas. The name of Vivian stands also high on the list of British heroes who fought and conquered in the peninsula. Sir Richard Hussey gallantly led a brigade of cavalry during the cam larly noticed by the Duke of Wellington for his conduct prior to the memorable battle of Toulouse, when, by defeating a numerous body of hostile cavalry, he obtained possession of a bridge, which opened a way for attacking the enemy's line. In this sharp but successful encounter, he was severely wounded, and obliged to retire for a time from active service. Yet immediately on the return of Napoleon to France, he offered himself, though scarcely recovered from his hurts, and commanded at Waterloo a brigade of cavalry, consisting of the 10th and 18th Hussars, and 1st German Hussars. On the 19th January 1828, Sir Richard Hussey Vivian was created a Baronet. He is also Commander of the Forces in Ireland, Groom of the Bedchamber to his Majesty, a Privy Councillor in Ireland, &c. &c. He married, first, the 14th Sept. 1804, Eliza, daughter of Philip Champion De Crespigny, Esq., and by her, who died 15th June 1831, he has issue, Charles Crespigny, a Major in the army, and M. P. for Bodmin, who has wedded Arabella, daughter of John M. Scott, Esq., of Ballygan non. John Crunch Walker. Jane Frances Anne. Sir Richard espoused, secondly, 10th Oct. 1833, LETITIA, the third daughter of the Rev. James Agnew Webster, the Lady whose portrait forms this month's illustration, and by her has a daughter. THE PARIAH. I HAD a very comfortable bungalow at Suroor, an agreeable military station about twenty-five coss or fifty miles beyond Poonah, in the Deccan. My time was chiefly spent in solitary dissatisfaction at being so far from the land of my birth and of my affections, and at the distant prospect of my return. I sought few companions, and encouraged a morbid love of solitude, only because I was unhappy. I could admire the country to which my destiny had probably consigned me for the remainder of my life, but could not enjoy it. Its natural features were of the most magnificent order -its monuments of art would not disgrace the ancient Greek or Roman-its people were grave, but intelligent-its women beautiful, and gentle as their native doves -its rivers among the largest, and its mountains positively the highest, in the world: still, with all these "appliances and means" of enjoyment, I was a dull and thankless man. My mind shrank within the shell of morbid sadness, and I could feel love for neither mute nor animated nature, and scarcely any sympathy with my fellow-beings. There was one, however, for whom I entertained feelings of no ordinary attachment. He had been kind to me in a land, where, to my moody apprehensions, all was desolation; for I had no spirit to enjoy its blessings, though, as I have been told, they are many; and I esteemed him forasmuch as he could sympathise with an almost broken heart. I had been forced from my home to exile and to misery; nothing could restore to my blighted bosom that peace which had been banished by the stern violence offered to my feelings in the choice of a future condition in life. I would have won my way quietly and earnestly to competence in my native land, by the severe but willing exertion of a tolerably capable understanding, and an application favourably organised by a natural bias to study; whereas my tendencies were warped by the compulsion of those who thought my brighter interests lay over the far sea, in a country where despotism and tyranny have not even yet been able to efface the sublime impressions of an omnipotent hand, and the less glorious but still proud achievements of human labour, directed by the noblest elements of human genius. I had lost all love for the sublime either of nature or of art; it had been smothered under the accumulated disappointments beneath which my loaded bosom incessantly heaved. While reclining upon my couch, reflecting upon my solitary and unrelieved condition, I was summoned to the bungalow of my friend, under circumstances in the highest degree distressing. I instantly obeyed the summons. Upon entering his chamber, I found him stretched upon a mattress on the floor, in a state which at once banished every ray of hope from my almost void and aching heart. His body and limbs were cramped in such a frightful degree, that he shrieked under the severity of his agonies. His feet were so intensely cold, that bottles of boiling water applied to the soles communicated no warmth to the hard and rugose surface. He was under the influence of the worst type of cholera, and had evidently but a short time to live. His prostration was extreme, and his groans during the access of spasmodic contraction dreadful to hear. When these subsided, thirty drops of ammonia were administered in half a wine-glass of water. He swallowed the fiery medicament without a single movement of feature, but almost instantly ejected it. During the intervals of the spasms, he lay in a state of comparative repose, except when the vomitings came on, which left him in complete helplessness. Nothing had remained more than two minutes on his stomach for the first six hours, and then the intervals became prolonged only because his strength to expel it was less. Not a single remedy that was administered appeared to have the slightest effect in arresting the progress of this mortal malady. I seated myself upon the mattress beside him, and endeavoured, by the tenderest consolations suggested by the impulses of earnest friendship, to mitigate the dreadful torments by which he was occasionally overcome. He seemed to appreciate my motives, feebly grasped my hand, and shook his head, without uttering a word; as if |