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Satan's. Major Weir sat opposite to parlour, where a' was gaun hirdyhim, in a red-laced coat, and the girdie—naebody to say come in' or Laird's wig on his head; and

gae out.' Terribly the Laird roared Sir Robert girned wi' pain, the jack for cauld water to his feet, and wine an-ape girned too, like a sheep's to cool his thruat; and, Hell, hell, head between a pair of tangs--an ill hell, and its flames, was aye the word faur’d, fearsome couple they were. in his mouth. They brought him The Laird's buff-coat was hung on a water, and when they plunged his pin behind him, and his broadsword swoln feet into the tub, he cried out and pistols within reach; for he it was burning; and folk say that it keepit up the auld fashion of having it did bubble and sparkle like a seeththe

weapons ready, and a horse sad- ing cauldron. He flung the cup at dled day and night, just as he used Dougal's head, and said he had given to do when he was able to loup on him blood instead of burgundy; and, horseback, and away after ony of the sure aneugh, the lass washed clothill-folk he could get speerings of. ted blood aff the carpet the neist day. Some said it was for fear of the The jack-an-ape they ca'd Major Whigs taking vengeance, but I judge Weir, it jibbered and cried as if it it was just his auld custom--he wasna was mocking its master; my gudegien to fear onything. The rental sire's head was like to turn--he forgot book, wi' its black cover and brass baith siller and receipt, and down clasps, was lying beside him; and a stairs he banged ; but as he ran, the book of sculduddry sangs was put shrieks came faint and fainter; there betwixt the leaves, to keep it open at was a deep-drawn shivering groan, the place where it bore evidence and word gaed through the Castle, against the Goodman of Primrose that the Laird was dead: Knowe, as behind the hand with his Weel, away came my gudesire, wi' mails and duties. Sir Robert gave his finger in his mouth, and his best my gudesire a look, as if he wad have hope was, that Dougal had seen the withered his heart in his bosom. Ye

money-bag, and heard the Laird maun ken hé had a' way of bending speak of writing the receipt. The his brows, that men saw the visible young Laird, now Sir John, came mark of a horse-shoe in his fore from Edinburgh, to see things out to head, deep-dinted, as if it had been rights. Sir John and his Father never stamped there.

gree'd weel-he had been bred an Are ye come light-handed, ye advocate, and afterwards sat in the son of a toom-whistle?” said Sir Ro last Scots Parliament and voted for bert.“ Zounds! if you are

the Union, having gotten, it was My gudesire, with as gude a coun thought, a rug of the compensations tenance as he could put on, made a -if his father could have come out leg, and placed the bag of money on of his grave, he would have brained the table wi' a dash, like a man that him for it on his awn hearth-stane. does something clever.' The Laird Some thought it was easier counting drew it to him hastily~" Is it all with the auld rough Knight than here, Steenie, man?”

the fair-spoken young ane-but mair « Your Honour will find it right," of that anon.-(To be continued.) said my gudesire.

“Here, Dougal," said the Laird, SAVAGE INDEPENDENCE. “gie Steenie a tass of brandy down - An Arab of the Desert sat at the stairs, till I count the siller and write table of the Caliph, and the latter the receipt.”

perceived a hair on the piece of meat, But they werena weel out of the which the other was about to devour. oom, when Sir Robert gied a yelloch “ Arab," cried the Caliph,

" there is that garr'd the castle rock. Back a hair on your meat, you had better ran Dougal-in flew the livery-men remove it.” “ A table,” replied the yell on yell gied the Laird, ilk ane Arab, rising to depart, “ where the mair awfu' than the ither. My gude master looks so narrowly at the dishes sire knew not whether to stand or as to espy a single hair, is no place flee, but he ventured back into the for a child of Ismael."

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rived, and his parents knew not of it; No. I.

they thought him on the mountains He was proceeding with the soli- of Spain, and he was at their threshold loquy—“ Yet a litile while,-and--overpowered by a multitude of then,"_"and then what?" continued feelings, scarce was he able to throw a plaintive female voice from behind himself into their arms ;---they bore the curtain, that concealed her slen him to his bed, and he had been there der but lovely form.

ever since---it was only three days--Marianne, my love !" cried the un to him it appeared an age---bis sole fortunate invalid, as he stretched forth enquiries were for his Marianne his thin white hand to welcome her. they told him she was from home His eye gleaned with unearthly .-it evidently preyed upon his spirits brightness, his cheek was suddenly ---it was therefore deemed prudent to flushed with the hectic of joy, and deceive him no longer ;---she had then gradually resumed its wonted been nigh him, and he saw her not, paleness. “I had quite given you

she had heard him, and knew it not; up ;-I was endeavouring to persuade this was her first interview since his myself it was all for the best---that I return from the Peninsula. Marianne should never see you more---that I endeavoured to cheer him---she spoke must pass into eternity without re of the war, of the hardships he had ceiving and imparting the farewell endured, of the laurels he had reaped blessing. I know you will forgive ---of the prospects before him---she me, but I could not help thinking faltered as she spoke---every effort to there was something like unkindness avert his mind from gloomy forein this last neglect, but now"_and bodings was unavailing ;---he saw his eye sparkled as he spake---" but through the affectionate little artifice, now my fears are vanished---I feel smiled his thanks, and she was silent as though a load were removed from ---the tide of feeling was at his height my heart.-as if happiness was yet in ---one word would have told all-- she store for us"--the tone of tender me rose to retire---the big tear trembled lancholy, in which he addressed her in her eye, and ere she had closed the had thrown her into tears; as he

door a convulsive sob burst on the pronounced the last sentence her face ears of the wretched William, and was for a nioment enlivened by a thrilled through his frame with inde- gleam of hope, and she involuntarily scribable anguish. Oh! but there is exclaimed, is indeed !” he saw---be something in woman's sorrow that inheard her not; he was wrapt in his

sensibly wins the heart, and engages subject; and Marianne's soft blue the best feelings of our nature in its eyes were again suffused with tears behalf ;---the lamb-like resignation.-as he mournfully concluded---“ but the vain attempts to arrest the ebul. not here---not in this world."

lition of feeling;---the retiring meekHe was a young man, apparently ness that seeks to withdraw itself about nineteen, he could not be more from public gaze;---the calm despair than twenty;--- he had been in the and the wild throb of agony alterarmy, abroad---had undergone the nate ;---all tend to shew nature loveperils and fatigues of a two years'

licst in her weaknesses. It was im. campaign in the Peninsula; he was possible to witness a scene like this advancing in his profession, had at and not inwardly curse the fiendish tained the rank of lieutenant, when monster war ;---my soul took an exhis health declined, his strength gave pansive glance over the unknown way, and he returned home with the myriads this single war has swept to prospect of recovery---he hoped in the an untimely grave; on the tens of caresses of his parents and the smiles thousands it has beggared; and on of his Marianne, that his health would the millions of hearts it has widowed. quickly be restored ;---but from the I asked myself ;---and will it not be hurry of travelling, ere he reached asked in another world ? his home, decay had made rapid in should man raise his hand against his

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fellow ?" His faculties, bis feelings, I was just casting a last glance on his pleasures, and even his pains, this transitory world ; - 'twas all a bespeak him formed, not for himself dream—but shadows of truth, for I alone, but for society, and yet in this feel my strength rapidly wasting, and particular, we run counter to nature, ere long shall be as though I ne'er we become lions---we glory in the had been. Yes, yes, I am verging reeking blood of thousands, and, like towards eternity; each moment bears Indians o'er their sacrifices, turn mida me like the boiling billow, farther night intu day, with lighted windows, from the shores of time---my eye is bonfires, loud huzzas: and thus des dim, my hand is feeble, my frame is „Juded thousands, whilst they mourn relaxed, but my soul, my immortal a husband, father, brother, shout for soul, is still the same; it lives through the general weal. When falls the all, and flourishes in the midst of conqueror, many nations mourn; ruin,---to feel all the agony of partbards swell the song, and statuaries ing, and to experience with more join to tell posterity his deathless poignant anguish the sad and solemn fame; butsons of inercy die and none reflection, that when I am reposing regards---they pass untrophied to the beneath the grass-green turf, there quiet grave, but not forgotten. will be one kind and gentle spirit Oh, no! their tribute is the bounding left, lonely and deserted, who must of the grateful heart, not shouts of weep unnoticed---sigh uncomforted multitudes mingled with dying groans ---in the hour of gaiety joyless, in --not widows' tears, but widows' the silence of solitude drear and blessings---not the bereaved orphan's desolate---these are the thoughts that anguished cry, but songs of gratitude rack---these the reflections that ha--not dying soldiers' curses, but their rass me; she who loved me living prayers---not the world's fear, but must mourn unconsoled o'er my the world's veneration."

memory when dead. Then, MariI know not how much longer my anne,” continued he, “ then, when reverie might have continued, had you shall call for me unanswered, not the return of Marianne called my save by the hollow echo from the attention to what was passing around graves--- then, if parted souls may me: there was a calmness in her as visit those they love, mine shall hover pect that might easily be accounted round you, watch over your destiny, for; the full heart had overflowed reverberate your sighs, weep over

the tide of her feeling had subsided, your sorrows, if disembodied spirits - and she was now sunk into a deep weep---and be the first to hail your -and settled melancholy. During her trembling spirit when it crosses the absence her lover had fallen into a threshold of eternity.” Those, and gentle slumber; fearful of disturbing those only, who have stood beside his repose, she approached his bed the couch, where all that is lovely side on tiptoe, and, having seated and valued lies struggling with the herself beside him, watched his pale last enemy, can imagine the devoand haggard looks with the most tional fervour, the something more fixed and solicitous regard. He ap than mortal interest with which peared to be dreaming, his lips mut Marianne beheld him. “ This,” said .tered inarticulate sounds-his face she, taking a little miniature from became flushed, his brow bedewed

her bosom ;

66 this is all that will with perspiration-his whole frame remain to remind me of a hapless seemed agitated-she was alarmed; lover---but my heart needs no reshe took his hand, and gently pres membrancer---none, none,'tis withersing it, exclaimed, “William, my ing at the core, and ere long "---The love!” he raised himself from his door slowly opened, and an aged lady, couch, and wildly casting his eyes whose face bespoke a heart ill at ease, around, cried, as he earnestly seized gently approached to his bed-side, her

arm, What, Marianne ! here enquiring with much anxiety how he still! methought we were separated felt himself. He smiled, and would for ever-death was the divider-and have reached forth his hand, but the

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effort was too much, and the willing and whispered (it was all he could) arm fell heavy and languid by his 6 Yes--there is a Providence that side. "I am better now," said he rules and directs all for the best; and “ much better," although his voice to his benevolent protection I can and features evidently bespoke him safely commit the dearest and most much weaker. Marianne was in valued of earthly beings---the taper tears, and her deep and repeated of life waxes short---I am faint and sobs at length attracted his attention feeble; give' ine your hand.” He ---suddenly raising himself in his pressed it to his lips, then to his bed, he stretched forth his arms as heart. “Mother, your's too.” Having if to clasp her, and then sunk ex done the same with it, he placed hausted, with his head upon her lap them in cach other, and said, “ My ---she raised him tenderly, and hav mother, my Marianne; one of you ing carefully smoothed his pillow, is about to be childless, the other gently placed his head upon it. loveless : be a daughter, be a mother « This is the boon, which, through to each other; and when all around many a wearisome night I have ear is cheerless and unpromising, and I nestly prayed; to have my pillow am no more, think of futurity, of me, smoothed by the fostering hand of of heaven.--where we shall all be early affection---and now I die in united to part no more.

I have a peace; let them lay me,” continued

blessing for you, but it will die in he with pathetic softness, “ let them my-" His voice faltered---his. lay me beside the little yew-tree in the lip quivered--- his eye rolled carelessly north corner of the church-yard ; round:---the last spark of life seemeda there shall I sleep in quiet, as I would nearly extinguished. After a short have lived, but war forbade---there, struggle he appeared more composed, when all the human race have for but grew gradually weaker and gotten me, and not a trace remains weaker. The convulsive clasp of his to tell that I have been there, shall hand was still the same; Marianne the rising and the setting sun shed pressed it to her lips, and looked up. its sweetest beams. Oh, Marianne! wards as if in spirit to implore heaven do you recollect that happy evening to spare him yet a little. His fadwhen first we made the vow of mu ing eyes were fixed on her; she again tual love? We stood upon that spot, placed his hand to her lips and wept: and lightly talked of many a future he looked his gratitude and closed year---and then you sighed---but not his eyes---opened them, closed them as now you sigh, in deep despair again; heaved a gentle sigh, and: --- tis past, 'tis past---all past, and then with a faint smile on his counnow no more of joy---of love---of tenance, breathed his last. J. R, W. life---of hope---remains for us---but bitter dregs---no! no! 'tis misery all---before---behind---around ---whi

ANECDOTE. ther, oh! whither shall the wretched M. Boudou, an eminent French: flee and be at rest!”---His breath surgeon, was one day sent for by the seemed departing, his bosom heaved Cardinal du Bois, prime Minister of. with spasmodic agitation, and it was France, to perform a very serious some minutes before he was able to operation upon him. The Cardinal, assure them, with a voice weak and on seeing him enter the apartment, tremulous, that he was recovering. said to him, “ You must not expect, « Heaven is our home," said Ma Sir, to treat me in the same rough rianne, “ there shall we experience manner as you treat your poor miserthat plenitude of bliss we fondly, able wretches at your Hospital of the vainly looked for here.”

Hôtel Dieu.” “ My Lord,” replied pleasing to hear the touching tones M. Boudou, with great dignity, of her melodious voice thus breath every one of these miserable ing the spirit of religious consolation wretches, as your eminence is pleased at a moment like this.-it had the

to call them, is a prime minister in desired effect-a-he ceased repining, my eyes.”

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THE DISCOVERY - THE PRO. cheek shone with a healthful bloom

GRESS — THE WRECK OF but she had none of the coarseness BEAUTY.

which is the usual concomitant of The following pathetic incident is rustic beauty. I cannot quite say extracted from a volume, just pub that the band which plied the needle lished, entituled “ Soine Account of was the whitest I have seen-(the the Life of the late Gilbert Earl, long sleeve prevented my judging of Esq.". It will doubtless be read with the arm,) but the glimpse of the neck considerable interest:

which the crossed handkerchief perThe author and his friend, one initted, betrayed a lexture and a coafternoon, were coming home from lour of skin which many a fine laily shooting, it was a very hot day, and might envy as she puts on her pearl we went to a farm-house to make in necklace. [Par purer.these, nothing teret for a draught of home-brewed. is so trying and true a criterion of the

Dallas proposed it, saying, as he complexion as how it shews with pointed to a substantial cottage at a pearls ; and I strongly recommend no little distance, that he could not only lady to wear them without the fullest promise me a mug of admirable ale certainty that they assimilate, instead -but that he would shew me the of cor.trasting, with the skin on prettiest country lass within ten which they rest.] The pretty cottager miles. He had discovered them him seemed to possess this most delicate self, he said, only a few days before, ingredient of female loveliness; and on a similar occasion--and he had the fine relict which it furnished to brought me this way, half on pur the beautiful hair which was clusterpose, that he might prosecute bis ed (somewhat artistement, I thought) acquaintance with both.

from beneath her cap, added greatly

to that absence of all coarseness of It was between four and five

appearance, of which I have spoken. -o'clock, and the day had been ex Her voice, too, was not what we tremely hot. The siin, however, was should expect in one of her degree; - now declining,—and as our path lay —that is, her singing voice—for the along the eastern skirt of a wood, the sweetness of the natural organ knows cool deep shade of the trees gave a no limit of birth or station, while its refreshing and very grateful contrast application to music is affected (indeto the glowing and baked appearance pendently of direct tuition) by a of the open field

beyoud. We walked familiarity with modulated sounds gently along, enjoying the change- scarcely attainable in humble, or at for we had been out many hours. We least in rustic, life. But maugre this thus approached the cottage slowly, my theory, they were certainly very and were partially conccaied in our sweet notes, sung in a very simple advance by the trees- the house yet expressive manner, which I heard standing at the extremity of the yesierday, as we stood gazing on that wood. As we drew nigh, I perceived charming picture-a beautiful woa girl sitting, with her work, on the man-made more charming, too, by bench which is usually placed by the

her unconsciousness of our gaze.

Í side of cottage doors. She was sing recollect Gilbert used to say—and I ing ;-Dallas pat his hand upon my always perfectly agreed with biin arm to stop ine, and said in a low that painters ought to contrive means voice, " There she is !!.

to niake their studies for portraits I had thus means to survey her when the objects were ignorant that leisurely—and I confess I was sur they were so doing. When people prised. I had expected to see a blowsy sit regularly for their picture, there is country-girl, with very red cheeks, always a made-up louk-half primand still redder arms—whose beauty ness, halfpertness, all want of nature; consisted in youth and freshness, and a heavy dull fisedness, or a theatrical buxom make, and perhaps a bright assumption of energy or thought, pair of eyes. But this was a very equally far from the real and undifferent creature. Her form was strained expression of the features. Çertainly round and full--and her

(To be continued.)

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