tain" was the man of her choice, and I his despised and contemptible rival.

These ideas passed rapidly through my mind, and were accompanied with myriads of others. I bethought me of every thing connected with Mr Tims-his love for Julia-his elephantine dimensions, and his shadow, huge and imposing as the image of the moon against the orb of day, during an eclipse. Then I was transported away to the Arctic sea, where I saw him floundering many a rood, "hugest of those that swim the ocean stream." Then he was a Kraken fish, outspread like an island upon the deep: then a mighty black cloud affrighting the mariners with its presence: then a flying island, like that which greeted the bewildered eyes of Gulliver. At last he resumed his human shape, and sat before me like "Andes, giant of the Western Star,"-tippling the jorum, and sighing deeply.

Yes, he sighed profoundly, passionately, tenderly ; and the sighs came from his breast like blasts of wind from the cavern of Eolus. By Jove, he was in love; in love with Julia! and I thought it high time to probe him to the quick.

She

"Sir," said I, "you must be conscious that you have no right to love Julia. You have no right to put your immense body between her and me. is my betrothed bride, and mine she shall be for ever." "I have weighty reasons for loving her," replied Mr Tims.

"Were your reasons as weighty as your person, you shall not love her."

"She shall be mine," responded he, with a deeplydrawn sigh." You cannot, at least, prevent her image from being enshrined in my heart. No, Julia! even when thou descendest to the grave, thy remembrance will cause thee to live in my imagination, and I shall thus write thine elegy :

I cannot deem thee dead-like the perfumes
Arising from Judea's vanished shrines,
Thy voice still floats around me-nor can tombs
A thousand, from my memory hide the lines
Of beauty, on thine aspect which abode,

Like streaks of sunshine pictured there by God.

She shall be mine." continued he in the same strain. "Prose and verse shall woo her for my lady-love; and she shall blush and hang her head in modest joy, even as the rose when listening to the music of her beloved bulbul beneath the stars of night."

These amorous effusions, and the tone of insufferable affectation with which they were uttered, roused my corruption to its utmost pitch, and I exclaimed aloud, “Think not, thou revivification of Falstaff― thou enlarged edition of Lambert-thou folio of humanity-thou Titan-thou Briareus-thou Sphynx -thou Goliath of Gath, that I shall bend beneath thy ponderous insolence!" The Mountain was amazed at my courage: I was amazed at it myself; but what will not love, inspired by brandy, effect?

"No," continued I, seeing the impression my words had produced upon him, " I despise thee, and defy thee, even as Hercules did Antæus, as Sampson did

Harapha, as Orlando did Ferragus. Bulk without spirit vast,' I fear thee not-come on." So saying I rushed onward to the Mountain, who arose from his seat to receive me. The following passage from the Agonistes of Milton will give some idea of our en

counter.

"As with the force of winds and waters pent,
When mountains tremble, these two massy pillars,
With horrible convulsion to and fro,

He tugged, he shook, till down they came, and drew
The whole roof after them, with burst of thunder,
Upon the heads of all who sat beneath."

"Psha!" said Julia, blushing modestly, "can't you let me go?"-Sweet Julia! I had got her in my

arms.

"But where," said I, " is Mr Tims ? "Mr who?" said she.

"The Man-Mountain."

"Mr Tims !--Man-Mountain!" resumed Julia, with unfeigned surprise. "I know of no such persons. How jocular you are to night-not to say how ill-bred, for you have been asleep for the last five minutes!",

،، Sweet--sweet Julia !

SINGULAR PASSAGE IN MY OWN LIFE.

THE following narrative contains so much of my own history and private feelings, that I almost shrink from giving it publicity. Up till the present time, when the idea occurred to me of writing it, I had not mentioned even the most trivial of its circumstances to a single individual, considering that they were of too strictly private a nature to be communicated to others; and experiencing, besides, a delicacy in making any one a confidant in matters so purely connected with my own personal emotions. Even now, when a number of years have elapsed, and when I can look back on the events more coolly than I could have done at one time, I am not quite certain whether I am following the dictates of strict propriety in publishing them. If I am in the wrong, I beg the reader's indulgence; assuring him that I have not done so unadvisedly, or without much cogitation. I have, indeed, a hope-a faint one I admit that the publication of this, in so extensively circulated a work as Frazer's Magazine, may possibly be of advantage, in so far as it may meet the eyes of some one who had

a knowledge of the two principal characters who figure in the narrative, and may thus be the means of clearing up a mystery, which to me has hitherto been inscrutable.

Should it lead to such a result, I shall deeply regret not having sooner put the public in possession of the facts. Should it not, I must content myself with having done my best to elucidate this dark point, and possibly to enable the reader to while away an idle hour with some degree of satisfaction.

I begin then with confessing, that while pursuing my medical studies at the University of Edinburgh, I frequently had occasion to meet a young lady who interested me in a very extraordinary degree. She was tall, rather slightly made, and of a pale complexion; but withal, singularly beautiful. I shall never forget the expression of her dark, melancholy eyes. They were, I think, the finest I ever beheld-large, lustrous, and melting, like two pellucid fountains; or rather like two solitary stars gemming with sad and paly lustre the brow of midnight. I know not how it was, but from the very moment I first beheld this lovely girl, I felt singularly interested in her; and this feeling was increased by the fact of my total inability to ascertain either her name, residence, or quality. The circumstance which struck me so forcibly was, in the first instance, I have no doubt, the extraordinay share of personal attraction which belonged to her; but it was, unquestionably, the melancholy that blended itself amidst her beauty, which rendered these first impressions permanent, and made her an object of endur