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por? No one can answer me.” “I recover the lifeless form : his efforts can answer you," I said ; " no one were, as those of my wife and mocan answer but myself. I am the ther had been, totally without sucmurderer of the child. In my hellish cess. For five days I sat by the rage I struck his blessed head."- bedside of my son, who remained, did not see the face of my wife, or at first, still in that death-like stumy mother-as I spoke I hung my por, but gradually a faint life-like head; but I felt my wife's hand animation stole over him ; so gradrop from me; I heard my mother's dually indeed, that he opened not his low heart-breaking groan. I looked eyes till the evening of the fourth up, and saw my wife. She stood day, and even then he knew us not, before me like a marble figure, ra- and noticed nothing. Oh, few can ther than a creature of life; yet her imagine what my feelings' were ! eyes were fixed on me, and her soul How my first faint hopes lived, and seemed to look out in their gaze. died, and lived again, as the beating « Oh my husband,” she cried out at of his heart became more full and length, “ I see plainly in your face strong ; as he first moved the small what you suffer. Blessed God, have hand, which I held in mine, and at mercy, have mercy on him! he suffers last stretched out his limbs. After more than we all. His punishment is he had unclosed his eyes, he breathgreater than he can bear!” She flung ed with the soft and regular respiraher arms round my neck : she strove tion of a healthy person, and then to press me nearer to her bosom; but slept for many hours. It was about I would have withdrawn myself from noon on the fifth day that he woke her embrace. « Oh, do not shame from that sleep. The sun had shone me thus," I cried : “ remember, you so full into the room, that I partly must remember, that you are a mo- closed the shutters to shade his face. ther.” “I cannot forget that I am Some rays of sunshine pierced through a wife, my husband, she replied, the crevices of the shutter, and playweeping. “ No, no, I feel for you, ed upon the coverlid of his bed. My and I must feel with you in every child's face was turned towards me,

How do I feel with you and I watched eagerly for the first now, in this overwhelming aftlic- gleam of expression there. He looktion.” My mother had fallen on her ed up, and then around him without knees when I declared my guilt; moving his head. My heart grew my wife drew me towards her; and sick within me, as I beheld the smile rising up, she looked me in the face. which played over his face. He per“ Henry,” she said, in a faint deep ceived the dancing sunbeam, and voice, “ I have been praying for you, put his fingers softly into the streak for 'us all. My son, look not thus of light, and took them away, and from me." As she was speaking smiled again. I spoke to him, and the surgeon of my household, who took his hand in my own; but he had been absent when they first sent had lost all memory of me, and for him, entered the chamber. My saw nothing in my face to make kind mother turned from me, and him smile. He looked down on my went at once with him to the bed- trembling hand, and played with side of the child. I perceived her my fingers ; and when he saw the intention to prevent my encountering ring which Í wore, he played with the surgeon. She should have con- that, while the same idiot smile cealed, at least for awhile, her son's came back to his vacant countedisgrace; but I felt my horrid guilt nance. too deeply to care about shame. Yet My mother now led me from the I could not choose but groan within room. I no longer refused to go. me, to perceive the good man's I felt that it was fit that I should stare, his revolting shudder, while “ commune with my own heart, and I described minutely the particulars in my chamber, and be still."— They of my conduct towards my poor boy. judged rightly in leaving me to perI stood beside him as he examined fect solitude. The calm of my mithe head of my child. I saw him cut sery was a change like happiness to away the rich curls, and he pointed me. A deadness of every faculty, of out to me a slight swelling beneath all thought and feeling, fell on me them; but in vain did he strive to like repose.When Jane came to



beseech you.

me I had no thought to perceive her meet you, determined to know my presence. She took my hands ten- duties, and to perform them by the derly within hers, and sat down be- help of God." Oh! with what a side me on the floor. She lifted up look did my noble mother regard my head from the boards, and sup- me, as I spoke. “God strengthen ported it on her knees. I believe she you, and bless you,” she said; “I spoke to me many times without my cannot now trust myself to say replying. At last I heard her, and more." Her voice was feeble and rose up at her entreaties. “ You trembling now, her lip, quivered, are ill, your hands are burning, my and a bright flush spread over her beloved,” she said. “Go to bed, 1 thin pale cheek: she bent down over

You need rest." I me and kissed my forehead, and then did as she told me. She thought I departed. slept that night, but the lids seemed Within an hour from the time tightened and drawn back from my when my mother left me, I went burning eye-balls. All the next day forth from my chamber with a firm I lay in the same hot and motionless step, determined again to enter upon state, I cannot call it repose. the performance of my long-neglect

For days I did not rise. I allow- ed duties. I had descended the last ed myself to sink under the weight step of the grand staircase, when I of my despair. I began to give up heard a laugh in the hall beyond. I every idea of exertion.

knew there was but one who could My mother, one morning, came then laugh so wildly; and too well I to my chamber. She sat down by knew the sound of the voice which my bedside, and spoke to me. Í broke out in tones of wild merridid not, could not, care to notice ment ere the laugh ceased. For her who spoke to me. My mo- some moments my resolution forsook ther rose, and walked round to the me. I caught hold of the ballusother side of the bed, towards which trade to support my trembling limbs, my face was turned. There she and repressed with a violent effort stood and spoke again solemnly. the groans which I felt bursting “ Henry,” she said, “I command from my heart-I recovered myself, you to rise.

Dare you to disobey and walked into the hall. In the your mother? No more of this un- western oriel window, which is opmanly weakness. I must not speak posite the doors by which I entered, in vain, I have not needed to com- sat my revered mother: she lifted up mand before. My son, be your- her face from the large volume which self. Think of all the claims which lay on her knees, as my step sounded this life has upon you; or rather, near: she smiled upon me, and looked think of the first high claim of down again without speaking. I Heaven, and let that teach you to passed on, but stopped again to gaze think of other duties, and to per- on those who now met my sight. In form them! Search your own heart. the centre of the hall stood my wife, Probe it deeply. Shrink not. Know leaning her cheek on her hand. She your real situation in all its bearings. gazed upon her son with a smile, Changed as it is, face it like a man; but the tears all the while trickled and seek the strength of God to sup- down her face. Maurice was at her port you., I speak the plain truth feet, the floor around him strewed to you. Your child is an idiot. You over with playthings, the toys of his must answer to God for your crime. infancy, which he had for years You will be execrated by mankind, thrown aside but had discovered that for your hand struck the mind's life very morning, and he turned from from him. These are harsh words, one to the other as if he saw them but you can bear them better than for the first time, and looked upon your own confused and agonizing them all as treasures. An expresthoughts. Rise up and meet your sion of rapturous silliness played trial.—Tell me simply, that you over the boy's features, but, alas ! obey me. I will believe you, for you though nothing but a fearful childish

a never yet have broken your word to ness was on his face, all the childme.” 1 replied immediately, rising like bloom and roundness of that face up and saying, “I do promise to were gone. The boy now looked inobey you. Within this hour I will deed older by many years.




smiles on his thin lips seemed to us, the boy lost all power of moving. struggle vainly with languor and I felt him hang heavily on me, and, heaviness, his eyelids were half raising his face from my shoulder, Í closed, his cheeks and lips colourless, saw that he had fainted. I took him his whole form wasted away. My in my arms, and carried him along wife came to me, and embraced me; the banks of the stream till we were but Maurice noticed me not for many far from all sight and sound of the minutes. He looked up at me then, chase; and then I laid him on the and, rising from the ground, walked grass, and bathed his face and hands towards me.

I dreaded that my with water. He recovered slowly, mournful appearance would affright and lay for some minutes leaning his him, and I stood breathless with my head upon my bosom, and weeping fears. He surveyed me from head to quietly ; his tears relieved him, and foot, and came close to me, and looked he fell asleep, I raised him again in up with pleased curiosity in my face, my arms, and carried him still asleep and then whistled as he walked back to his chamber. to his toys, whistled so loudly, that the shrill sound seemed to pierce

August the 19th. through my brain.

My poor injured child loves me. I

cannot tell why, but for the last few August tire 15th.

days he has seemed happier with me This day I have passed some hours than with any other person. He will with my poor boy. He is changed even leave his mo:her to follow me. indeed. All his manliness of cha- I feel as if my life were bound up in racter is gone: he has become timid him; and yet to look on him is to me and feeble as a delicate girl. He a penance, at times almost too dreadshrinks from all exertion, he dislikes ful to be borne. How he did sit and bodily exercise.—The weather was smile to-day among the books, for so delightful this morning that I took whose knowledge his fine ardent Maurice out into the park; he gazed mind once thirsted. They are nothing round upon the sky, and the trees, to him now-he had been before and the grass, as if he had never amusing himself by watching the looked upon them before. The boy swallows which were flying and wandered on with me beyond the twittering about the windows; when, boundaries of the park into the fo- taking up a book, I tried to read. rest; he made me sit down with him Maurice left the window, and sat on the bank of a narrow brook, and down on the low seat where he had there he amused himself with pluck- been used to learn his lessons. He ing the little flowers that grew about placed a book on the desk before in the grass, and throwing them into him, and pretended to read; he lookthe water. As we sat there, I heard ed up, and our eyes met. Again he afar off the sounds of huntsmen; bent his head over the volume : I soon after a young stag came bound- had a faint hope that he was really ing over the hill before us, and reading; and, passing softly across crossed the stream within twenty the room, I looked over his shoulder. yards of the spot where we sat. The The pages were turned upside down whole heart of the boy would once before him, and he smiled on me have leapt within him to follow in with his new, his idiot smile: he the boldest daring of the chase; but smiled so long, that I almost felt now he lifted up his head, and stared as if he wished to give a meaning to at the stag with a look of vacant as- his look, and mock the anguish which tonishment. The whole hunt, with wrung my heart. the full rush and cry of its noisy sport, came near. Up sprung the boy

August the 20th. all panting, and ghastly with terror. I had ordered the Arabian horse to “ Make haste, make haste,” he cried be turned out, and this morning I out, as I rose; “ take me away ;” took Maurice to the meadow where he threw his arms round me, and I Selim was grazing. The little courser felt the violent beating of his heart raised up its head as we approached, as he clung to me. I would have and, recognizing its master, came tohurried him away; but as the dogs wards us. Maurice had not noticed and the huntsmen came up close to the horse before, but then he re

21 treated fearfully, walking backwards. mingled with my prayers. His

vaThe sagacious animal still advanced, cant features seemed to say,

“ You and, turning quickly, the boy fed have a mind whose powers are not from him; but the sportive ereature confused-you have a heart to feel, to still followed, cantering swiftly after pray, to praise, and to bless God. him--Maurice shrieked loudly like The means of grace are daily given a terrified girl. Groaning with the to you, the hopes of glory are daily heaviness of my grief, I drove away visible to you." Oh! God, my child the once favourite horse of my poor stood before me as a more awful reidiot boy.

buke, as a rebuke sent from Thee.

Did not his vacant look say also, Sunday, August the 30th.

“ Look upon the wreck which your I have just returned from divine dreadful passions have made ? Think service in the chapel attached to my upon what I was? Think upon

what house. While the chaplain was read- I am?” With a broken heart I listing the psalms, Maurice walked ened to the words of life ; for while I softly down the aisle and entered my listened, my poor idiot child leaned pew. He stood before me, with his upon me, and seemed to listen too eyes fixed on my face. Whenever I When I bowed my head at the name raised my eyes, I met that fixed but of Jesus, the poor boy bowed his. vacant gaze. My heart melted within They all knelt down; but just then, me, and I felt tears rush into my I was lost in the thoughtfulness of eyes — his sweet but' vacant look my despair : my son clasped my must often be present with me—it hand, and when I looked 'round í seemed to appeal to me, it seemed to perceived that we alone were standask for my prayers. Sinner as I am, ing in the midst of the congregation. I dared to think so.— It must be to all He looked me earnestly in the face, an affecting sight to see an idiot in and kneeling down, he tried to pull the house of God. It must be a re- me to kneel beside him. He seemed buke to hardened hearts, to hearts to invite me to pray for him ; I did too cold and careless to worship fall on my knees to pray for him, there, it must be a rebuke to know and for myself; and I rose up, that one heart is not unwilling, but hoping that for my Saviour's sake, unable to pray. Bitterly I felt this as my prayers were heard, and trusting I looked upon my child. He stood that our Heavenly Father feedeth before me a rebuke to all the coldness my helpless child with spiritual food and carelessness which had ever that we know not of

RECOLLECTIONS OF ITALY. AFTER three weeks of incessant and if « an ounce of sweet be worth rain, at Midsummer, the sun shone on a pound of sour," we are infinitely the town of Henley upon Thames. At more fortunate than the children of first the roads were deep with mud, the south, who bask a long summer the grass wet, and the trees dripping; life in his rays, and rarely feel the but after two unclouded days, on the bliss of sitting by a brook's side unsecond afternoon, pastoral weather der the rich foliage of some wellcommenced; that is to say, wea- watered tree, after having been shut ther when it is possible to sit under up week after week in our carpeted a tree or lie upon the grass, and feel rooms, beneath our white ceilings. neither cold or wet. Such days are The sun shone on the town of too rare not to be seized upon with Henley upon Thames. The inhabiavidity. We English often feel like tants, meeting one another, exclaima siek man escaping into the open ed: “What enchanting weather! It air after a three months' confinement has not rained these two days; and, within the four walls of his chamber; as the moon does not change till Jan. 1824.



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Monday, we shall perhaps enjoy a dark hair rested upon his clear brow, whole week of sunshine!” Thus yet unthinned. they congratulated themselves, and Such was the appearance of Edthus also I thought as, with the mund Malville, a man whom I reEclogues of Virgil in my pocket, 1 verenced and loved beyond expreswalked out to enjoy one of the best sion. He sat down beside me, and gifts of heaven, a rainless, windless, we entered into conversation on the cloudless day. The country around weather, the river, Parry's voyage, Henley is well calculated to attune and the Greek revolution. But our to gentlest modulations the rapturous discourse dwindled into silence; the emotions to which the balmy, am- sun declined; the motion of the bient air, gave birth in my heart. flequered shadow of the oak tree, as The Thames glides through grassy it rose and fell, stirred by a gentle slopes, and its banks are sometimes breeze; the passage of swallows, shaded by beechwood, and some- who dipt their wings into the stream times open to the full glare of the as they flew over it; the spirit of sun. Near the spot towards which love and life that seemed to pervade I wandered several beautiful islands the atmosphere, and to cause the are formed in the river, covered with tall grass to tremble beneath its prewillows, poplars, and elms. The sence; all these objects formed the trees of these islands unite their links of a chain that bound up our branches with those of the firm land, thoughts in silence. and form a green archway which nu- Idea after idea passed through my merous birds delight to frequent. I brain; and at length I exclaimed, entered a park belonging to a noble why or wherefore I do not remember, mansion; the grass was fresh and - Well, at least this clear stream is green; it had been mown a short better than the muddy Arno.” time before ; and, springing up again, Malville smiled. I was sorry that was softer than the velvet on which I had spoken ; for he loved Italy, its the Princess Badroulboudour walked soil, and all that it contained, with a to. Aladdin's palace. I sat down strange enthusiasm. But, having deunder a majestic oak by the river's livered my opinion, I was bound to side; I drew out my book and began support it, and I continued : “ Well, to read the Eclogue of Silenus. my dear friend, I have also seen the

A sigh breathed near me caught Arno, so I have some right to judge. my attention. How could an emo- I certainly was never more disaption of pain exist in a human breast at pointed with any place than with such a time. But when I looked up Italy—that is to say, taken all in I perceived that it was a sigh of rap- all. The shabby villas; the yellow ture, not of sorrow. It arose from a Arno; the bad taste of the gardens, feeling that, finding no words by with their cropped trees and deformwhich it might express itself, clothed ed statues; the suffocating scirocco; its burning spirit in a sigh. I well the dusty roads; their ferries over their knew the person who stood beside broad, uninteresting rivers, or their me; it was Edmund Malville, a man bridges crossing stones over which young in soul, though he had passed water never flows; that dirty Brenta through more than half the way allot. (the New River Cut is an Oronooko ted for man's journey. His countenance to it); and Venice, with its uncleaned was pale ; when in a quiescent state canals and narrow lanes, where it appeared heavy; but let him smile, Scylla and Charybdis meet you at and Paradise seemed to open on his every turn; and you must endure lips; let him talk, and his dark blue the fish and roasted pumpkins at the eyes brightened, the mellow tones of stalls, or the smell his voice trembled with the weight “Stop, blasphemer !” cried Malof feeling, with which they were ville, half angry, half laughing, “I laden ; and his slight, insignificant give up the Brenta; but Venice, the person seemed to take the aspect of Queen of the sea, the city of gondoan ethereal substance (if I may use las and romance the expression), and to have too little “ Romance, Malville, on those of clay about it to impede his speedy ditches ? -" ascent to heaven. The curls of his “Yes, indeed, romance!--genuine

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