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could I press one kiss upon them, I could, methinks, repose."

And then he approached still nearer, and methought he was about to clamber into her chamber. I had hesitated, not to terrify her; now I was no longer master of myself. I rushed forward-I threw myself on him—I tore him away-I cried, "O loathsome and foul-shaped wretch !”

to me to act thus! But now, what would be the innocent Juliet's fate? Would God permit the foul union-or, some prodigy destroying it, link the dishonored name of Carega with the worst of crimes? To-morrow, at dawn, they were to be married: there was but one way to prevent this to meet mine enemy, and to enforce the ratification of our agreement. I felt that this could only be done by a mortal struggle. I had no sword -if indeed my distorted arms could wield a soldier's weapon-but I had a dagger, and in that lay my every hope. There was no time for pondering or balancing nicely the question: I might die in the attempt; but besides the burning jealousy and despair of my own heart, honor, mere humanity, demanded that I should fall rather than not destroy the machi--you will still live; may your life be long and merry!"

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The guests departed-the lights began to disappear; it was evident that the inhabitants of the villa were seeking repose. I hid myself among the trees--the garden grew desert -the gates were closed-I wandered round and came under a window-ah! well did I know the same!--a soft twilight glimmered in the room the curtains were half withdrawn. It was the temple of innocence and beauty. Its magnificence was tempered, as it were, by the slight disarrangements occasioned by its being dwelt in, and all the objects scattered around displayed the taste of her who hallowed it by her presence. I saw her enter with a quick light step-I saw her approach the window-she drew back the curtain yet further, and looked out into the night. Its breezy freshness played among her ringlets, and wafted them from the transparent marble of her brow. She clasped her hands, she raised her eyes to heaven. I heard her voice. Guido! she softly murmured, Mine own Guido! and then, as if overcome by the fulness of her own heart, she sank on her knees:her upraised eyes-her negligent but graceful attitude-the beaming thankfulness that lighted up her face-oh, these are tame words! Heart of mine, thou imagest ever, though thou canst not portray, the celestial beauty of that child of light and love.

I heard a step-a quick firm step along the shady avenue. Soon I saw a cavalier, richly dressed, young, and, methought, graceful to look on, advance. I hid myself yet closer. The youth approached; he paused beneath the window. She arose, and again looking out she saw him, and said-I cannot, no, at this distant time I cannot record her terms of soft silver tenderness; to me they were spoken, but they were replied to by him.

"I will not go," he cried: "here where you have been, where your memory glides like some heaven-visiting ghost, I will pass the long hours till we meet, never, my Juliet, again, day or night, to part. But do thou, my love, retire; the cold morn and fitful breeze will make thy cheek pale, and fill with languor thy love-lighted eyes. Ah, sweetest!

I need not repeat epithets, all tending, as it appeared, to rail at a person I at present feel some partiality for. A shriek rose from Juliet's lips. I neither heard nor saw-I felt only mine enemy, whose throat I grasped, and my dagger's hilt; he struggled, but could not escape; at length hoarsely he breathed these words: "Do!-strike home! destroy this body

The descending dagger was arrested at the word, and he, feeling my hold relax, extricated himself and drew his sword, while the uproar in the house, and flying of torches from one room to the other, showed that soon we should be separated-and I-oh! far better die; so that he did not survive, I cared not. In the midst of my frenzy there was much calculation:-fall I might, and so that he did not survive, I cared not for the death-blow I might deal against myself. While still, therefore, he thought I paused, and while I saw the villanous resolve to take advantage of my hesita tion, in the sudden thrust he made at me, I threw myself on his sword, and at the same moment plunged my dagger, with a true desperate aim, in his side. We fell together, rolling over each other, and the tide of blood that flowed from the gaping wound of each mingled on the grass. More I know not-I fainted.

Again I returned to life: weak almost to death, I found myself stretched upon a bed— Juliet was kneeling beside it. Strange! my first broken request was for a mirror. I was so wan and ghastly, that my poor girl hesitated, as she told me afterwards; but, by the mass! I thought myself a right proper youth when I saw the dear reflection of my own well-known features. I confess it is a weakness, but I avow it, I do entertain a considerable affection for the countenance and limbs I behold, whenever I look at a glass; and have more mirrors in my house, and consult them oftener than any beauty in Venice. Before you too much condemn me, permit me to say that no one better knows than I the value of his own body; no one, probably, except myself, ever having had it stolen from him.

Incoherently I at first talked of the dwarf and his crimes, and reproached Juliet for her too easy admission of his love. She thought me raving, as well she might, and yet it was some time before I could prevail on myself to admit that the Guido whose penitence had won her back for me was myself; and while I cursed bitterly the monstrous dwarf, and blest the well-directed blow that had deprived him of life, I suddenly checked myself when I heard

of England and Holland. The chimney of the room where he and his mother usually sat, was adorned with a series of Dutch tiles, representing the chief events of scriptural story. In bright blue, on a ground of glistering white, were represented the serpent in the tree, Adam delving outside the gate of Para

her say-Amen! knowing that him whom she reviled was my very self. A little reflection taught me silence-a little practice enabled me to speak of that frightful night without any very excessive blunder. The wound I had given myself was no mockery of one-it was long before I recovered-and as the benevolent and generous Torella sat beside me talk-dise, Noah building his great ship, Elisha's ing such wisdom as might win friends to repentance, and mine own dear Juliet hovered near me, administering to my wants, and cheering me by her smiles, the work of my bodily cure and mental reform went on together. I have never, indeed, wholly, recovered my strength-my cheek is paler since-my person a little bent. Juliet sometimes ventures to allude bitterly to the malice that caused this change, but I kiss her on the moment, and telling his Family Expositor, he could not forget her all is for the best. I am a fonder and more faithful husband-and true is this-but for that wound, never had I called her mine.

bears devouring the naughty children, and all
the outstanding incidents of holy writ. And
when the frost made the fire burn clear, and
little Philip was snug in the arm-chair beside
his mother, it was endless joy to hear the sto-
ries that lurked in the painted porcelain.
That mother could not foresee the outgoings
of her early lesson; but when the tiny boy
had become a famous divine, and was publish-

the nursery Bible in the chimney tiles. At
ten years of age he was sent to the school
at Kingston, which his grandfather Baumann
had taught long ago; and here his sweet dis-
position, and alacrity for learning drew much
love around him-a love which he soou in-
spired in the school at St. Albans, whither his
father subsequently removed him. But whilst
busy there with his Greek and Latin, his heart
was sorely wrung by the successive tidings of
the death of either parent.
His father was

I did not revisit the sea-shore, nor seek for the fiend's treasure; yet, while I ponder on the past, I often think, and my confessor was not backward in favoring the idea, that it might be a good rather than an evil spirit, sent by my guardian angel, to show me the folly and misery of pride. So well at least did I learn this lesson, roughly taught as I was, that I am known now by all my friends and fellow-citi-willing to indulge a wish he had now begun zens by the name of Guido il Cortese.

From the North British Review.

PHILIP DODDRIDGE, AND SOME OF HIS
FRIENDS.

and tankard in the broker's inventory.

to cherish, and had left money enough to enable the young student to complete his preparations for the Christian ministry. Of this provision a self-constituted guardian got hold, and embarked it in his own sinking business. IN the ornithological gallery of the British His failure soon followed, and ingulfed the Museum is suspended the portrait of an ex- little fortune of his ward; and, as the hereditinct lawyer, Sir John Doddridge, the first of tary plate of the thrifty householders was sold the name who procured any distinction to his along with the bankrupt's effects, if he had old Devonian family. Persons skilful in phy-ever felt the pride of being born with a silver siognomy have detected a resemblance betwixt spoon in his mouth, the poor scholar must King James's solicitor-general and his only fa-have felt some pathos in seeing both spoon mous namesake. But although it is difficult to identify the sphery figure of the judge with A securer heritage, however, than parental the slim consumptive preacher, and still more savings, is parental faith and piety. Daniel difficult to light up with pensive benevolence Doddridge and his wife had sought for their the convivial countenance in which official child first of all the kingdom of heaven, and gravity and constitutional gruffness have only God gave it now. Under the ministry of Rev. yielded to good cheer; yet, it would appear, Samuel Clarke of St. Alban's, his mind had that for some of his mental features the di- become more and more impressed with the vine was indebted to his learned ancestor. beauty of holiness, and the blessedness of a Sir John was a bookworm and a scholar; and religious life; and, on the other hand, that for a great period of his life a man of mighty kind-hearted pastor took a deepening interest industry. His ruling passion went with him in his amiable and intelligent orphan hearer. to the grave; for he chose to be buried in Finding that he had declined the generous ofExeter Cathedral, at the threshold of its libra-fer of the Duchess of Bedford, to maintain ry. His nephew was the rector of Shepper-him at either University, provided he would ton in Middlesex; but at the Restoration, as enter the established church, Dr. Clarke aphe kept a conscience, he lost his living. In plied to his own and his father's friends, and the troubles of the Civil War, the judge's es- procured a sufficient sum to send him to a tate of two thousand a year had also been dissenting academy at Kibworth, in Leicesterlost out of the family, and the ejected minis-shire, then conducted by an able tutor, whose ter was glad to rear his son as a London apprentice, who became, on the twenty-sixth of June, 1702, the father of Philip Doddridge.

The child's first lessons were out of a pictorial Bible, occasionally found in the old houses

VOI, III.-NO. I.-6

work on Jewish antiquities still retains considerable value-the Rev. David Jennings.

To trace Philip Doddridge's early career would be a labor of some amusement and much instruction. And we are not without

abundant materials. No man is responsible whom he had found amusement in teaching an for his remote descendants. Sir John Dod- occasional lesson, was now nearly grown up, dridge, judge of the Court of King's Bench, and had grown up so brilliant and engaging. would have blushed to think that his great- that the soft heart of the tutor was terribly grandnephew was to be a Puritan preacher. smitten. The charms of Clio and Sabrina With more reason might Dr. Doddridge have and every former flame, were merged in the blushed to think that his great-grandson was rising glories of Clarinda-as by a classical to be a coxcomb. But so it has proved. apotheosis Miss Kitty was now known to his Twenty years ago Mr. John Doddridge Hum- entranced imagination; and in every vision of phreys gave to the world five octavos of his future enjoyment Clarinda was the beatific ancestor's correspondence, which, on the whole, angel. But when he decided in favor of Northwe deem the most eminent instance, in mod-ampton, Miss Jennings showed a will of her ern times, of editorial incompetency. But the book contains many curiosities to reward the dust-sifting historian. And were it not our object to hasten on and sketch the ministerial model to which our last number alluded, we could cheerfully halt for half an hour, and entertain our readers and ourselves with the sweepings of Dr. Doddridge's Kibworth study. Suffice it to say that the protégé of the good Dr. Clarke rewarded his patron's kindness. His classical attainments were far above the usual University standard, and he read with avidity the English philosophers from Bacon down to Shaftesbury. He early exhibited that hopeful propensity-the noble avarice of books. In his first half-yearly account of nine pounds are entries for "King's Inquiry," and an interleaved New Testament; and a guinea presented by a rich fellow-student, is invested in "Scott's Christian Life." Nor was he less diligent in perusing the stores of the Academy Library. In six months we find him reading sixty volumes, and some of them as solid as Patrick's Exposition and Tillotson's Sermons. With such avidity for information, professional and miscellaneous, and with a style which was always elastic and easy, and with brilliant talent constantly gleaming over the surface of unruffled temper and warm affections, it is not wonderful that his friends hoped and desired for him high distinction; but it evinces unusual and precocious attainments, that, when he had scarcely reached majority, he should have been invited to succeed Mr. Jennings as pastor at Kibworth, and that whilst still a young man he should have been urged by his ministerial brethren to combine with his pastorate the responsible duties of a college tutor...

From such a catastrophe the hand of God saved Philip Doddridge. In 1729 he was removed to Northampton, and from that period may be dated the consolidation of his character, and the commencement of a new and noble career. The anguish of spirit occasioned by parting with a much-loved people, and the solemn consciousness of entering on a more arduous sphere, both tended to make him thoughtful, and that thoughtfulness was deepened by a dangerous sickness. Nor in this sobering discipline must we leave out of view one painful but salutary element-a mortified affection. Mr. Doddridge had been living as a boarder in the house of his predecessor's widow, and her only child-the little girl

own, and absolutely refused to go with him. To the romantic lover the disappointment was all the more severe, because he had made so sure of the young lady's affection; nor was it mitigated by the mode in which Miss Jennings conveyed her declinature. However, her scorn, if not an excellent oil, was a very good eyesalve. It disenchanted her admirer, and made him wonder how a reverend divine could ever fancy a spoiled child, who had scarcely matured into a petulant girl. And as the mirage melted, and Clarinda again resolved into Kitty, other realities began to show themselves in a sedater and truer light to the awakened dreamer. As an excuse for an attachment at which Doddridge himself soon learned to smile, it is fair to add that love was in this instance prophetic. Clarinda turned out a remarkable woman. She married an eminent dissenting minister, and became the mother of Dr. John Aiken and Mrs. Barbauld, and in her granddaughter, Lucy Aiken, her matrimonial name still survives; so that the curious in such matters may speculate how far the instructions of Doddridge contributed to produce the "Universal Biography," "Evenings at Home," and "Memoirs of the Courts of the Stuarts."

His biographers do not mark it, but his arrival at Northampton is the real date of Doddridge's memorable ministry. He then woke up to the full import of his high calling, and never went to sleep again. The sickness, the wounded spirit, the altered scene, and we may add seclusion from the society of formal religionists, had each its wholesome influence; and, finding how much was required of him as a pastor and a tutor, he set to work with the concentration and energy of a startled man, and the first true rest he took was twenty years after, when he turned aside to die.

Glorying in such names as Goodwin, and Charnock, and Owen, it was the ambition of the early Nonconformists of England to perpetuate among themselves a learned ministry. But the stern exclusiveness of the English Universities rendered the attainment of this object very difficult. It may be questioned whether it is right in any established church to inflict ignorance as a punishment on those dissenting from it. If intended as a vindictive visitation, it is a very fearful one, and reminds us painfully of those tyrants who used to extinguish the eyes of rebellious subjects. And if designed as a reformatory process, we ques

tion its efficiency. The zero of ignorance is unbelief, and its minus scale marks errors. You cannot make dissenters so ignorant as thereby to make them Christians; and, even though you made them savages, they might still remain seceders. However, this was the policy of the English establishment in the days of Doddridge. By withholding education from dissenters, they sought either to reclaim them, or to be revenged upon them; and had this policy succeeded, the dissenting pulpits would soon have been filled with fanatics, and the pews with superstitious sectaries. But, much to their honor, the Nonconformists taxed themselves heavily in order to procure elsewhere the light which Oxford and Cambridge refused. Academies were opened in various places, and, among others selected for the office of tutor, his talents recommended Mr. Doddridge. A large house was taken in the town of Northampton, and the business of instruction had begun, when Dr. Reynolds, the diocesan chancellor, instituted a prosecution in the ecclesiastical courts, on the ground that the Academy was not licensed by the bishop. The affair gave Dr. Doddridge much trouble, but he had a powerful friend in the Earl of Halifax. That nobleman represented the matter to King George the Second, and conformably to his own declaration, "That in his reign there should be no persecution for conscience' sake," his majesty sent a message to Dr. Reynolds, which put an end to the pro

cess.

Freed from this peril, the institution advanced in a career of uninterrupted prosperity. Not only was it the resort of aspirants to the dissenting ministry, but wealthy dissenters were glad to secure its advantages for sons whom they were training to business or to the learned professions. And latterly, attracted by the reputation of its head, pupils came from Scotland and from Holland; and, in one case at least, we find a clergyman of the Church of England selecting it as the best seminary for a son whom he designed for the established ministry. Among our own compatriots educated there, we find the names of the Earl of Dunmore, Ferguson of Kilkerran, Professor Gilbert Robinson, and another Edinburgh professor, James Robertson, famous in the annals of his Hebrew-loving family.

With an average attendance of forty young men, mostly residing under his own roof, this Academy would have furnished abundant occupation to any ordinary teacher; and although usually relieved of elementary drudgery by his assistant, the main burden of instruction fell on Doddridge himself. He taught algebra, geometry, natural philosophy, geography, logic, and metaphysics. He prelected on the Greek and Latin classics, and at morning worship the Bible was read in Hebrew. Such of his pupils as desired it were initiated in French; and besides an extensive course of Jewish Antiquities and Church History, they were carried through a history of

philosophy on the basis of Buddæus. To all of which must be added the main staple of the curriculum, a series of two hundred and fifty theological lectures, arranged, like Stapfer's, on the demonstrative principle, and each proposition following its predecessor with a sort of mathematical precision. Enormous as was the labor of preparing so many systems, and arranging anew materials so multifarious, it was still a labor of love. A clear and easy apprehension enabled him to amass knowledge with a rapidity which few have ever rivalled, and a constitutional orderliness of mind rendered him perpetual master of all his acquisitions; and, like most millionaires in the world of knowledge, his avidity of acquirement was accompanied by an equal delight in imparting his treasures. When the essential ingredients of his course were completed, he relieved his memory of its redundant stores, by giving lectures on rhetoric and belles-lettres, on the microscope, and on the anatomy of the human frame; and there is one feature of his method which we would especially commemorate, as we fear that it still remains an original without a copy. Sometimes he conducted the students into the library, and gave a lecture on its contents. Going over it case by case, and row by row, he pointed out the most important authors, and indicated their characteristic excellences, and fixed the mental association by striking or amusing anecdotes. Would not such bibliographical lectures be a boon to all our students? To them a large library is often a labyrinth without a clue-a mighty maze-a dusty chaos. And might not the learned keepers of our great collections give lectures which would at once be entertaining and edifying on those rarities, printed and manuscript, of which they are the favored guardians, but of which their shelves are in the fair way to become not the dormitory alone, but the sepulchre? Nor was it to the mere intellectual culture of his pupils that Dr. Doddridge directed his labors. His academy was a church within a church; and not content with the ministrations which its members shared in common with his stated congregation, this indefatigable man took the pains to prepare and preach many occasional sermons to the students. These, and his formal addresses, as well as his personal interviews, had such an effect, that out of the two hundred young men who came under his instructions, seventy made their first public profession of Christianity during their sojourn at Northampton..

Whilst in labors for his students and his people thus abundant, Doddridge was secretly engaged on a task which he intended for the Church at large. Ever since his first initiation into the Bible story, as he studied the Dutch tiles on his mother's knee, that book had been the nucleus round which all his vast reading and information revolved and arranged itself; and he early formed the purpose of doing something effectual for its illustration. Ele

for his family, we confess to a certain comfort in knowing that the loss was replaced by this literary legacy. But the great source of complacency is, that He to whom the work was consecrated had a favor for it, and has given it the greatest honor that a human book can have-making it extensively the means of explaining and endearing the book of God.

ment by element the plan of the "Family is transfused into language not only fresh and Expositor" evolved, and he set to work on a expressive, but congenial and devout; and New Testament Commentary, which should whilst difficulties are fairly and earnestly dealt at once instruct the uninformed, edify the de- with, instead of a dry grammarian or a onevout, and facilitate the studies of the learned. sided polemic, the reader constantly feels that Happy is the man who has a "magnum opus" he is in the company of a saint and a scholar. on hand! Be it an "Excursion" poem, or a And although we could name interpreters Southey's" Portugal," or a Neandrine" Church more profound, and analysts more subtle, we History," to the fond projector there is no know not any who has proceeded through the end of congenial occupation, and, provided he whole New Testament with so much candor, never completes it, there will be no break in or who has brought to its elucidation truer the blissful illusion. Whenever he walks taste and holier feeling. He lived to complete abroad, he picks up some dainty herb for his the manuscript, and to see three volumes pubgrowthful Pegasus; or, we should rather say, lished. He was cheered to witness its acceptsome new bricks for his posthumous pyramid. ance with all the churches; and to those who And wherever he goes he is flattered by per- love his memory, it is a welcome thought to ceiving that his book is the very desideratum think in how many myriads of closets and family for which the world is unwittingly waiting; circles its author when dead has spoken. And and in his sleeve he smiles benevolently to as his death in a foreign land forfeited the inthink how happy mankind will be as soon assurance by which he had somewhat provided he vouchsafes his epic or his story. It is delightful to us to think of all the joys with which, for twenty years, that Expositor filled the dear mind of Dr. Doddridge; how one felicitous rendering was suggested after another; how a bright solution of a textual difficulty would rouse him an hour before his usual, and set the study fire a blazing at four o'clock of a winter's morning; and then how beautiful the first quarto looked as it arrived with its laid sheets and snowy margins! We see him setting out to spend a week's holiday at St. Albans, or with the Honorable Mrs. Scawen at Maidwell, and packing the "apparatus criticus" into the spacious saddle-bags; and we enjoy the prelibation with which Dr. Clarke and a few cherished friends are favored. We sympathize in his dismay when word arrives that Dr. Guyse has forestalled his design, and we are comforted when the doctor's chariot lumbers on, and no longer stops the way. We are even glad at the appalling accident which set on fire the manuscript of the concluding volume, charring its edges, and bathing it all in molten wax: for we know how exulting would be the thanks for its deliverance. We can even fancy the pious hope dawning in the writer's mind, that it might prove a blessing to the princess to whom it was inscribed; and we can excuse him if, with bashful disallow ance, he still believed the fervid praises of Fordyce and Warburton, or tried to extract an atom of intelligent commendation from the stately compliments of bishops. But far be it from us to insinuate that the chief value of the Expositor was the pleasure with which it supplied the author. If not so minutely erudite as some later works which have profited by German research, its learning is still sufficient to shed honor on the writer, and on a community debarred from colleges; and there must be original thinking in a book which is by some regarded as the source of Paley's "Hora Paulina." But, next to its Practical Observations, its chief excellence is its Paraphrase. There the sense of the sacred writers is rescued from the haze of too familiar words, and

Whilst this great undertaking was slowly advancing, the author was from time to time induced to give to the world a sermon or a practical treatise. Several of these maintain a considerable circulation down to the present day; but of them all the most permanent and precious is "The Rise and Progress of Religion in the Soul." The publication of this work was urged upon him by Dr. Isaac Watts, with whom it had long been a cherished project to prepare a manual which should contain within itself a complete course of practical piety, from the first dawn of earnest thought to the full development of Christian character. But when exhaustion and decay admonished Dr. Watts that his work was done, he transferred to his like-minded friend his favorite scheme; and, sorely begrudging the interrup tion of his Commentary, Doddridge compiled this volume. It is not faultless. A more predominant exhibition of the Gospel remedy would have been more apostolic; and it would have prevented an evil which some have expe rienced in reading it, who have entangled themselves in its technical details, and who, in their anxiety to keep the track of the Rise and Progress, have forgotten that after all the grand object is to reach the Cross. But, with every reasonable abatement, it is the best book of the eighteenth century; and, tried by the test of usefulness, we doubt if its equal has since appeared. Rendered into the leading languages of Europe, it has been read by few without impression, and in the case of vast numbers that impression has been enduring. What adds greatly to its importance, and to the reward of its glorified writer-many of those whom it has impressed were master minds, and destined in their turn to be the

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