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FERDINAND FITZMORRIS.

the rest of the day, and appease him by clasping his feet with respectful salutation.

For striking a brahmen even with a blade of grass, or tying him by the neck with a cloth, or overpowering him in argument, and adding contemptuous words, the offender must soothe him by falling prostrate.

An assaulter of a brahmen, with intent to kill, shall remain in hell 100 years; for actually striking him, 1000.

As many small pellets of dust as the blood of a brahmen collects on the ground, for so many thousand years must the shedder of that blood be tormented in hell,

The exact details of the different penances, heretofore mentioned by name only, are then given.

The penance termed prajàpati is the common penance, and consists in eating for three days only in the morning, for three days only in the evening, for three days food upasked, and for three days more nothing.

The penance called santapana (either from the devout man so named, or from tormenting) is this-eating milk, clari. fied butter, and water boiled with cusa grass, and then fasting entirely for a day and night. The “very severe penance" is eating, as before, a single mouthful for three times three days, and for three days wholly abstaining from food. The “ ardent penance," is swallowing nothing but hot water, hot milk, hot clarified butter, and hot steam, each for three days successively. nance called paráca is a total fast for twelve days. The chandrayana, or lunar penance, consists in diminishing the food by one mouthful daily during the dark fortnight, and increasing it during the bright fortnight, performing an ablution regularly at sunrise, noon, and sunset. This lunar penance is susceptible of sundry modifications, and is, according to its mode of perfor. mance, termed the ant-shaped, barley-shaped, that of an anchoret, or of children.

It is repeatedly inculcated that the mere act of penance, unaccompanied by confession, repentance, and sincere loathing of the sin committed, has no virtue ; and the offender is reminded of “ the certainty of retribution in a future state."

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It signifies little whether it was on the fifth, the tenth, or the fifteenth of the January of 1827, that the prow of an English vessel proudly severed the silvery waves of the Imperial Tagus. From this vessel landed Ferdinand Fitzmorris : he alone looked on the changé of country and prospect, unmoved by either; there was a shade upon his birth, and it had darkened his whole existence. He knew that his father was rich, powerful, and generous-that his mother was nobly born and beautiful but what availed the knowledge ? there was a spot on that mother's fame, and the stain rested upon her son ! Fitzmorris was beloved by his companions, courted by his associates, and respected by the whole regiment: had an artist or sculptor sought a figure of manly beauty as a study, he could not have found one inore perfect--yet he was the victim of heart-corroding and irremediable repinings. “ Others," would he sometimes say, “ have felt a mother's clasp, have knelt for a father's blessing--I have never experienced the delights of either ; my father looks on me with regret, not love -he is generous rather from pity than affection ; and for my mother-I dare not breathe her her name, lest the winds of heaven should betray her secret, and she should find an enemy in her son !" With these feelings he had joined his regiment, and with these feelings he had left his country, and landed on a foreign soil.

It was evening ere the whole of the corps to which he belonged was landed, and established in its destined quarters, and, save Fitzmorris, all the officers were soon quaffing healths to those at home, and laughing at the stormy nights and rough days they had weathered on their passage. Some, who had made the Peninsular campaign, were volunteering advice, and relating ofttold tales, which were now heard with patience at least, if not with an increase of attention, by their former auditors ; and gay young spirits were flashing out with hope and expectation, mingling glory and orange groves, and black eyes and balconies: Fitzmorris had thought of none of these, and shook his head when a couple of his high spirited companions had urged him to accompany them, and spend at least his first evening in Portugal with his brother officers; the request was renewed again and again with earnest warmth ; Fitzmorris felt the sincerity of their invitation, but he could not thank them; he grasped a hand of each, and turned abruptly down one of those narrow streets which intersect the city of Lisbon in all directions.

Turning the first corner that presented itself, Fitzmorris hurried along beneath a high wall, careless of his way, and absorbed in his own dark and morbid feelings: suddenly the wall terminated in a lofty gateway, evidently serving as an entrance to some house of considerable size; a few lights glimmered from windows beyond this gate, and as Fitsmorris stood for an instant watching them, the sound of a guitar, softly and sadly touched, fell on his ear; had it been a strain of lighthearted gaity, in his present mood he would have fled from it as from a contagion; but this was no lay of pleasure, it fastened on his heart, as it were, by a spell, and while he stood beneath the casement, a thousand mingled feelings rushed in tumult across his mind; ere long, a voice blended with the chords of the instrument -it was that of a woman—not one of those shrill overpowering voices so usual in Portugal, but a low, wail

SONG.

MOTHER dost weep that thy boy's right hand,
Hath taken a sword for his father's land ?
Mother! where should the brave one be,
But in the ranks of bravery?
Mother! and was it not sad to leave,
Mine own sweet naiden alone to grieve?
Julia, where should the brave one be,
But in the ranks of bravery ?
Mother! if thon in death were laid,
Julia ! if thou were a treacherous maid;
Oh, then it were well that the brave should be
In the front ranks of bravery!
Mother! my guardian! O be still-
Maiden let hope thy bosom fill;
Kiral and conntry! how sweet to be,
Battling for both in bravery!
Bravery-aye-and victory's hand,
Shall wreath my Saki with golden band-
And in the camp the sbouts shall be,
O! how be fought for liberty!

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ing, melancholy sound, which swept, as, it seemed to Fitzmorris, through the very depths of his spirit, The song ceased, but the light finger still stirred the strings, and as the soft sounds murmured past him, the young Englishman endeavoured to picture to his fancy the countenance of the invisible performer. The music died away, and a brighter light flashed on him as he stood; he started and looked up the casement was open, and the gentle musician appeared on the balcony above him: himself in deep shade, he could distinguish the form, the face, the very features distinctly, as they were developed by the light from the apartment: the guitar was yet in her hands, and a broad azure ribbon, from which it was suspended, was cast about her neck ; one small foot, in a shoe of the same tint, extended somewhat beyond the rail of the balcony, as she leaned listlessly over it: she appeared to Fitzmorris to be about sixteen years of age: her eyes were large, and dark, and tender; her fine hair was twisted round her head in the style of a Grecian statue, with one small rosebud wreathed in the braid that pressed her left temple. As she stood, she struck a few unconnected cords, and then casting her eye upwards, she murmured, rather than sung the first stanza of an Indian ballad, which Fitzmorris had often heard in Florence--it was a fond, a tender welling-out of sensibility ; but he had never though it so beautiful as now the stillness, broken only by the distant hum of the more crowded streetsthe gloom enveloping every surrounding object, while the singer herself stood out in broad light, and

surpassing beauty ;-all conspired to invest it with a new charm! The stanza terminated too speedily, and Fitzmorris, urged by a new and inexplicable feeling, caught up the strain, and responded to the sentiment; he was an exquisite musician, and his voice was perfect; Italian was the language which he had loved from his boyhood ;-he had been told that his mother spoke it like a native-his beautiful, his high-born mother! he had studied it, he had loved it, for her sake. And here was another gentle, glorious being, who breathed it, as it were, instinctively :- he looked steadfastly at the lovely stranger, as he replied to the minstrelsy, and only marvelled if his fair, bis fond, his fallen mother, had ever been so beautiful as this ? Suddenly there was a bending forward of the fairy figure above him; a low sound, as of quick convulsive breathing,--then a white hand hurriedly displaced the rose from its glossy restingplace, and it fell at his feet; he looked up to thank the gentle donor, but she had already disappeared ; in another instant the casement closed, and all was darkness.

Fitzmorris slowly quitted his station : a new emotion possessed him wholly ; so young, so beautiful, so tender; so beyond all which he had ever pictured to himself of woman! And she had not spurned at his first efforts to attract her notice; she had even shewn him that they were not displeasing to her, and she had done it so gracefully—with such a mixture of momentary abandonment and redeeming modesty. There was such a mingling of the real and the romantic in this, his first adventure in Portugal, that he felt like some being translated, as it were, by magic into a new world of thought, and light, and fancy. The following day every occurrence appeared doubly vapid and commonplace; the conversation of his companions was soulless, tedious, and uninteresting : he seemed to stand alone

none could enter into his feelings, or comprehend them ; he heard his brother officers expatiating on bad quarters, close streets, and all the little annoyances which make up the sum of earthly evil when greater ills are wanting, and he wondered that they should look on Lisbon, save as an enchanted land for him, it was summer even now! the sun gorgeous, and the Tagus one sheet of molten silver ! Thus the day passed, and the evening again found in the Rua do, beneath the casement of his beautiful unknown; from her he had imbibed, as it were, a new existence,-all was light, and music around him-his sorrows were forgotten : one thought, one feeling, alone possessed him, and he awaited, hour after hour, the re-appearance of the lovely vision, with an anxiety, which doubled, in his idea, the term of her absence : but, this night, Fitzmorris awaited it in vain; hour after hour sped on, and the guitar was silent, and the casement dark; and he turned at length reluctantly away, with a heart-sickness which he dared not avow even to himself

Another day slowly waned to a close, and Fitzmorris suffered himself to be included in the party which his brother officers had formed to St. Carlos; he was an enthusiast in music, and he entered the theatre with an emotion of anticipating pleasure. The opera had already commenced, aud scarcely conscious of the motive that compelled him to do so, he eagerly traversed the whole house with his eyes : for a time he could distinguish little, save the outlines of the figures that thronged the boxes, owing to the faint light that was thrown on them ; but at length the search proved successful,it must be so—those large, dark, melting eyes—that classical and pallid brow-that small, soft, exquisitely moulded hand now pillowing a cheek so white, could belong only to his beautiful unknown! Nor was the eye of Fitzmorris the only one which row lingered on the striking but melancholy countenance of the gentle minstrel ; and he saw, with an irrepressible emotion, that her cheek crimsoned as she chanced to meet the fixed gaze of his companions--for a moment she remained with averted eyes, her attention apparently absorbed by the performance, and then suddenly drawing forward the veil that fell back upon her shoulders, she threw it lightly across her brow, and hid from Fitzmorris the only face he had ever looked on in aught save indifference, • Pretty coquette," laughed out some of his light-hearted companions ; but he remem. bered only that she had passed him over unrecognised, and probably 'unthought of. He could not bear the idea, and instinctively be drew a little rose-bud from his breast, and fastened it conspicuously among the ornaments of his dress. As he was busied in making the arrangement, his ear caught from the stage the very air in which he had breathed out a response to the min. strelsy of his beautiful stranger : he looked eagerly to wards her--the veil was thrown back for a momenther eye caught the rose-bud, which he still held half unfastened in his hand, and then met his. It was enough! a faint smile played upon her pensive countenance, and the veil again jealously over it.

“ Gordon, you are a lucky fellow," said the gay Captain Leslie, to a tall elegant youth beside him ; der dark-eyed Donna has smiled on you—I watched the direction of her eyes, and she has a good taste as well as beauty.

" She has shown it in this instance, certainly,” said

“ yon

Gordon, “ for the smile and glance were both meant the heart does not mete out its friendship or its affecfor Fitzmorris ; and, if I mistake not, they have met tions by giving dates ; at least mine does not. Franbefore. Aye, Fitz, where got you that sentimental cisco answered me in as high a tone,' he was not my looking rose ? come, come, confess! confess !"

brother.' I bounded as it seemed from the ground I “From a lady, certainly," said Reginald Burley, stood on with delight; it was enough the cold, harsh, looking attentively at the flower, “ for it is an artificial ungenial spirits with whom I dwelt, were bound to me blossom-was it stolen from a lady's girdle or from by no ties of kindred or affection ; but who then was 1? her hair?

it is to tell you this I have met you here--to bid you a But Fitzmorris heeded them not,-his thoughts were long, a final farewell I know your nation ; that is, I with the beautiful unknown, and he saw only her slight know it by books ; child as I am in years, I have lived figure in all he looked on; he heard only her low soft on with so little to engage my thoughts or affections, voice in every sound that fell upon his ear.

that I have looked for objects of excitement and of love What avails it to procrastinate ? Fitzmorris soon among the great and the good of other countries; I gained an interest in the young and unsuspicious heart have learnt that the men of your's are cold, haughty, of Donna Reta de _-, and he learnt her history from and jealous of their honour : I have valued them for her own lips on a fine clear evening in the commence- these very qualities; perhaps also I had another and a ment of February. She had given to him from the deeper cause--women may smile with the gay, and balcony a small key, tied with a bow of white ribbon ; laugh out with the light hearted, but they love only this key opened a door in the high wall, which stretched those who are devoted to themselves, and it may be also along on one side of the house ; and beyond the gar- in proportion as difficult to fix : a woman, in her first den which it enclosed--a cold, blank, formal, terrace- dream of affection, ever pictures to herself that she is like space-was a beautiful orange grove. Unlike the to be an idol ; there are some who have a niche for February of our own ungenial climate, Lisbon was every form which attracts a passing plaudit, but those even then rich in orange blossoms, and gay with the

whom the world calls cold, are wary ere they yield up first spring flowers, Fitzmorris would have selected the one hidden shrine, destined for the object of their just such a spot for his first meeting with the dark-eyed unchangeable affections : but I delay my story-1 am beauty, but thus chosen by herself, how doubly rich reluctant to wrench asunder the inexplicable link which was the clear calm foliage of the trees, how doubly re- seems to unite us, but I am resolved : how often as you dolent were the flowers with perfume! He awaited not have stood beneath my balcony, have I essayed to tell long the coming of his gentle mistress ; her step was you all, and could not-shall I be forgiven ? Surely hurried, and her breathing quick and agitated-a long it is difficult to deprive yourself of the only joy which veil was cast over her head, and fell gracefully on her life has ever afforded to your acceptance ; the full deep shoulders, and her figure was enveloped in a mantle of joy of answering and of corresponding feelings, yet i sable velvet. Fitzmorris looked on her, silent from ex- will do it—for I owe it to you, and to myself-Francess of feeling, as she approached him in the clear cold cisco told me all; father or mother I shall never know light of a spring moon—there was something almost never—to save a father's pride and a mother's fame." unearthly in her dark figure gliding noiselessly along, -Sbe paused, and a low convulsive sob met the ear of in striking relief against the cloudless sky, and the her auditor ; he did not speak, but he folded his arms silver-topped trees quivering in the light.

around her, and her head sunk heavily on his shoulder; “ Englishman,” she said in a low tone, as she exten- the low breeze swept monotonously and languidly ded her hand, “ you know not what I dare in thus through the orange trees, and the clear cold moon shed meeting you--I scarcely know myself—but from you its light full on the face of the beautiful Portuguese ; a I fear nothing.” Fitzmorris could have listened to her large tear fell on her cheek, and Fitzmorris wiped it for ever--surely so sweet a voice had never fallen upon away in silence~ his heart scarcely beat-his senses his ear before ! and she stood beside him, with her small were stunned--a fatal question faultered on his tongue, white hand resting upon his arm, and her dark eyes,

and he could not ask it. Suddenly the hour chimed full of the assurance which her tongue had breathed, from the steeple of a neighbouring church, and Donna and the low, soft, Italian—that language which his Reta started in dismay,— So soon—but it is better mother loved !-all gave such a nameless charm to her so," and she turned hurriedly to depart. beauty ; sufficient, more than sufficient, of itself, that Stay but one moment,' gasped out Fitzmorris, he was silent. “You wish to know my history,

“ but one-wherefore do you thus speak in a language Englishman; it is enough that you do so, to ensure foreign to the country in which you dwell ?” the recital-listen to me then ;-Father or mother know “ Francisco says,” replied the lady faintly, “ that it I not; from my childhood I have been told to give was my mother's wish, because she loved it." these sacred names to those with whom I pass my life, Fitzmorris clung trembling to a tree, as he grasped but my heart coldly cast back their claim-I knew, I her arm to detain her, • Tell me that mother's name." felt, that I was not their child. There is a son, too! “ Never: this only I must not, cannot grant, even heavens—that I should give a brother's right to such a to you,” wretch ! Never-though I were cast on the world, an Rash girl, you must-or, answer me-was it this isalien from every house and from every heart ! Yet am and his every feature was convulsed, as he breathed into I his debtor, there were times when methought he laud- her ear, in a shrill whisper, the name of his own. ed my beauty with somewhat more than a brother's “ Let me go !” screamed the affrighted girl, as she praise ; young as I am, I dared to tell him this, and he lowered beneath his fixed and death-like gaze, but he replied, I will disguise nothing from you ; stranger held her fast; let me go_1 say not aught-here, under as you would appear in the cold eyes of an ill-judging heaven, I swear that her name shall never pass my world, young Englishman, I look upon you otherwise ; ) lips ; how or what knowest thou?"

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" It is enough,” said Fitzmiorris, in a hollow and bewildered accent, “ I have guessed rightly—what had I to do with affection or with happiness ?—what had I to do with thee? -- was not the world wide enough, that we have thus jostled each other in the path of life?— from my boyhood I have been the sport of fate—the seal of misery was set on my brow, even at my birth, and years cannot wear out its impress ;—other men are born amid hopes, and smiles, and endearments,–I came into the world only to be greeted with tears, and coldness, and regret-and now I must fulfil my destiny -yes, you have said well, we meet no more."

“ Yet, yet,” exclaimed the soul-broken girl, as the tears of bitterness coursed each other down her blanched cheek, " thongh we part, it may surely be less sternly - look not on me as it were with loathing—I did not betray my mother-I know not whence you have learnt my secret."

“ Hearken, and I will tell you, said Fitzmorris, in the same cold and passionless tone, while his lips quivered, and his eyes were dilated by emotion ; come close, while I whisper to you how I learnt it; aye, and more than it.” She obeyed, and as he ceased speaking, she fell senseless in his arms. Fitzmorris hung over her in agony ; the momentary excitement of blended horror and hopelessness failed beneath affection« Reta," he breathed out painfully, “ my first, my only -ha! my brain burns speak to me, my--Sister!-but one word—but one-but no, no, it is better thusbetter--let the anguish of our parting be all my ownsurely I can bear this; I who hare been tutored in suffering for years." For a moment he sunk on his knee, and remained gazing fixedly on the senseless form he upheld—for a moment he pressed his lips to her brow, and to her cheek, and then with a convulsive effort he bore her to the terrace near the house, and beat forci. bly on the door ; in the next instant, drawing his cap deeper on his brow, he sprang through the gate by which he had entered the garden, and disappeared.

In a short time orders were received for the British troops to move up the country, and Fitzmorris went with his regiment.

riage evidently marked the lady, and her behaviour, though rather reserved, was polite, but exhibited that proneness to touchiness often observable in persons of decayed fortune, who, in their intercourse, with the world, seem continually recurring to the past, whilst others think but of the present.

In her case there was nothing either singular or romantic. She was the widow of an officer whose love of pleasure had dissipated his fortune, leaving her, at his death, without any other support than the pension allowed by government, which, however liberal it may be, when compared with the resources of the country and the number to whom it is extended, is still barely enough to procure the absolute necessaries, much less the comforts of life.

Althongh she liad married with the consent of her family, yet the extravagance of her husband soon excited their disapprobation, and during his life, a coldness existed between them.

At his death, however, tiey felt it necessary " to do something." who had been designed for the artillery, was placed with an engineer : and as their pride would not suffer her to degrade her family, by endeavouring to maintain herself, they made a trifling addition to her pension: a selfish bounty, which tacitly compelled her to appear like a lady, without giving her the means of doing so ; and her life was a daily sacrifice of comfort to showor, to sum up her miseries at once, she was a poor gentle-woman.

Amidst all her troubles, she however had some con. solation, and looked forward to the time when her son's clerkship should expire, and he would be able to reside at home. She might also have other hopes, and expect through his means, to escape from her present dependent situation. But her hopes, whatever they were, were doomed to be frustarted. For some months before the time she had expected so anxiously, Edwardhad been unwell with a severe cold, which ere long settled on his lungs. His mother had often wished him to have advice, or whenever she saw him his cough rendered her uneasy; but he postponed it from time to time in expectation of getting better. Those who have to keep up appearances on a limited income, and eke out their scanty pittance to support a character above their means, will readily believe that his apparent neglect was in reality economy. It was, however, a mistaken thrifty. He was compelled, partly from weakness, and partly in search of a purer air, to decline a lucrative situation offered him by his master, and go to his mother's. The change of scene had a temporary effect; but when its novelty had subsided, his disorder revived with increased power : and though his illness had not reached that point when even friends despair, yet a glance at his countenance was sufficient to convince a medical eye, that his recovery was almost hopeless. He nevertheless continued to take exercise when the weather permitted, (for the latter part of the spring was very unsettled); and at the commencement of summer again experienced, for a short time, a cheerfulness of spirits, which he mistook for a renovation of health. But as the heat increased, his debility returned ; and before the beginning of autumn, he became so weak as to be rarely able to leave the house, and grew peevish in proportion to the progress of his disorder.

To detail this minutely would be tedious. Like all comsumptive patients, he kept gradually declining,

THE SEA.

O DEEP, unfathomable sea!
Thou seem'st to me a grave
Meet for immortal souls;
Bonndless, mysterious, nndefined sensations
Rush on the stricken heart,
Beneath the terrors of thy frown;
Anon the scene is changed,
And, brightly beautiful,
Thy gently-heaving bosom swells to meet
The west wind's balmy kisses.
Oh, solemn, gloomy sea !
Oh, smiling, placid sea !
Within thy breast my home shall be !

THE OFFICER'S WIDOW.

Some years ago a lady, whose superior manners excited, on her first arrival, a sort of nine-days' wonder amongst the gossips of the neighbourhood, occupied apartments in-street, Brompton, Her countenance was interesting rather than handsome,- her easy car.

whilst the flattering nature of his complaint prevented him from suspecting his danger. It became his chief amusement to get his broken-hearted mother to sit by him, and listen to the plans he had formed for the re-establishment of his health, by a trip into the country, when he was able to support the journey, and the course of life he intended to pursue on his recovery ; a circumstance which seemed barely possible even to a mother's hopes, and utterly visionary to a stranger, His weakness daily continued to increase, and in a few weeks he was confined to his bed, whilst it was clear his dissolution was fast approaching. The decay of body had moreover a corresponding effect upon his mind. He would inquire about circumstances which had never taken place, and be angry when contradicted or not understood. He also became capricious, and, if the term can be applied to a person in his situation, unreasonable, requiring the constant attendance of his mother, and never permitting her to be absent a moment, without angrily commanding her return. In the earlier stages of his complaint, he had been considerate ; but now he daily expressed a wish for delicacies, which it seemed cruelty to deny, and useless to procure ; for when they were gotten they were rarely touched. The expenses, too, of illness had greatly diminished her little fund, and she found that money would soon be required for absolute necessaries. Indeed, for some time past she had been wavering between her dread of approaching want, and her dislike of applying to her relations ; but having written them an account of Edward's illness, she was in daily hopes of receiving an unasked-for-supply. Some, however, took no notice of her letters ; and those who occasionally visited her in consequence of them, were precisely the persons who were unable to afford her any material assistance. At last, an occurrence, trilling in itself, confirmed her resolution, of making a direct application.

She was one day sitting by Edward's bedside, when he suddenly asked for some strawberries.

“ I have none, my dear," replied his mother, “ for they are out of season.”

• Then give me some grapes.”
“ I have not any either, my love."

“ Well, then," said he, give me whatever you have."

The knowledge that she had nothing he would touch, rendered her unwilling, if not unable, to answer, and she remained silent.

“ What, have you nothing to give me, mother ?” he exclaimed, after waiting a few minutes in expectation of her reply; and throwing himself back on his pillow, covered his face with his hands, and turned from her ; but she could perceive by his half-suppressed sobs, that he was weeping. As this can be told, it seems nothing; but his mother experienced a sickness of the heart, which no misfortunes of her own could have produced. That evening she wrote to one of her brothers. He was busily engaged with the affairs of a charity, of which he was a governor, and her letter remained unno. ticed for nearly a week, when an answer arrived, en. closing a remittance. It came too late to be of service to her feelings; she had struggled five days with fatigue, suspense, and despair, during which time she had seen her son, if I

may so express myself, gradually exhale. He now took nothing but a little drink, and

or even hours, seemed likely to be his last.

The morrow was one of those beautiful days, which sometimes in the middle of autumn gladden the declining year. The bed-room of Edward commanded a view of some fields, whose verdure was yet bright, and looked brighter in the light of an unclouded sun. A few solitary individuals, apparently attracted by the fineness of the afternoon, were strolling about them. Several groups of children were in various parts of them engaged at play, and their bursts of merriment, softened by distance, canie upon the ear with that peculiar melody which Goldsmith has noticed. A few cattle were basking in the sunshine, and the very dogs seemed enlivened by the spirit-cheering influence of this " latter spring." Mrs. E--had walked to the window to exchange the faint and sickly atmosphere of her apartments for the freshness of the open air, when her atten. tion was suddenly attracted by hearing her son draw his breath rather harder than usual; and turning her head, she perceived his countenance distorted by a series of slight convulsions. Although dreadfully shocked she rallied her spirits and rushed to the bed As she bent over the body and endeavoured to raise it, she felt his breath for a moment upon her cheek : a convulsion rather stronger than she had yet seen, accompanied the expiration, and immediately afterwards his countenance settled into the rigid placidity of death.

It was some minutes before his mother could believe he had expired ; and she continued unconsciously to press her lips upon his, until the falling jaw and glazing eye convinced her that all was over, and she sunk upon the bed in a state of stupefaction. Even the entrance of the girl who waited on her did not arouse her, nor was it until she heard her loss confirmed by the scream of her servant, that she awoke to consciousness, and burst into tears, which, indeed, restored her to herself, but only to enable her to feel her misery,

The night of her son's death was the first time, for several weeks, that Mrs.E-had attempted to take any regular repose, and she never rested worse, The stimulus which had hitherto supported her was removed, and had left behind it a debility and nervous irritation, which almost amounted to insanity, Her sleep, if sleep it could be called, was broken and disturbed. The early part of the night she passed in that horrible state between slumber and consciousness, which frequently accompanies fever, or follows intense excitement, and must be felt to be fully comprehended. All the adventures of her former life passed confusedly before her, accompanied with those physical impossibilities, that union of contradiction, and that strong sense of reality, which is only to be felt in dreams. She conferred with “ the changed—the dead :" she visited the scenes of lier childhood, and then again underwent, with even aggravated horrors, the sufferings of the last few weeks. At length her misery became too powerful for slumber, and she awoke in a state of delirium during which she could not believe that her son was dead-the past appearing like a fearful dream, horrible, yet untrue. At last, nature could endure no more, and she sunk into that sound sleep which sometimes betokens a mind at ease, but as frequently absolute exhaustion, and awoke the next morning with fresh capabilities of suffering.

Although her relations had neglected her whilst their assistance would have been kind, if not serviceable ; yet her loss, was no sooner known than they overwhelmed her with offers of friendship. One took upon himself

a few

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