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“Oh, Lady Mary? Why- let me ed, turning pale as ashes, and tremsee. By the way-in your version of bling violently, “ What-wh-at do my story, the other day-how did you mean? Are you talking about you dispose of her ?” he enquired my wife ?” curiously.

“ Yes-your wife, my dear beI heaved a deep sigh. “God Al. reaved Sir Henry! But your little mighty has disposed of her since boy still lives to be a comfort to then," said I, looking him full in the you!" face. “ He has taken her gentle

the boy !” said he, utterspirit to himself; she has left a ing, or rather gasping a violent imdreary world, Sir Henry!" He look- precation, continuing, in a swelling ed at me with a puzzled air.

voice, “ You were talking about my “ I can't for the life of me make wife !" you out, Doctor!

What do you

“ For Heaven's sake, be calm-be mean? What are you talking of ? calm-be calm,” said I, rising. Whom are you confounding with “ My wife !” he continued exmy heroine ? Some patient you have claiming, not in the way of an enjust left? Your wits are wool-ga- quiry, but simply shouting the words, thering !"

while his face became transformed “ To be serious, Sir Henry,” said almost beyond recognition. I, putting my handkerchief to my I shall, however, spare the reader eyes, I am thinking of ne who the scene which followed. He got has but within this day or two ceased calm and pacified by the time I took to be my patient! Believe me-be- my leave, for I had pledged myself lieve me, my dear Sir Henry, her to come and play a game at billiards case-very-closely-resembled the with him on the morrow.

On quitone you describe in your story! Oh, ting the chamber, I entered the prihow sweet-how beautiful-how vate room of Dr Y-; and while resigned !”

he was putting some questions to me He made no reply, but seemed about Sir Henry, he suddenly beconsidering my words-as if with a came inaudible-invisible, for I was reference to his own fiction.

fainting with excitement and agita“I can tell you, I think, something tion, occasioned by the scene I have that will affect you, Sir Henry!" I alluded to. continued.

"Depend upon it, my dear Doctor, Aye! What is that? What is you are mistaken,” said Dr Y--, that po

pursuing the conversation, shortly « She once knew you !"

after I had recovered, “Sir Henry's “ Knew me! What, intimately ?”). case is by no means hopeless—by no

“ Very-VERY! She mentioned means !" your name on her deathbed; she “ I would I could think so I If his uttered a fervent prayer

for you !" madness has stood two such tremen“ My God !” he exclaimed, re- dous assaults with impunity, rely moving his papers from his knee, upon it it is impregnable. It will and placing them on the table, that not be accessible by any inferiorhe might listen more attentively to nay, by any other means whatever.” me;" how astonishing! Who can it Ab, quite otherwise-experto be ?” he continued, putting his hand crede l” replied the quiet Doctor, to his forehead—“ Why, what was helping himself to a glass of wine ; her name ?"

" the shocks you have alluded to I paused, and sickened at the have really, though invisibly, shaken contemplation of the possible crisis. the fortress; and now we will try “ I-1-perhaps-it might not be what sapping-undermining-will do prudent to mention her name”. -well followed out in figure, by the

“ Oh, do! do !” be interrupted way, is it not? But I'll tell you a reme eagerly," I know what you are markable case of a former patient of afraid of; but-honour! Her name mine, which is quite in point.”. shall be safe with me! I cannot be “Pray, forgive me, my dear Docbase enough to talk of it !"

tor, pray excuse me at present. I “ Lady Anne Harleigh!" I utter- really have no heart to listen to it; ed, with a quivering lip.

I am, besides, all in arrear with my Po po - poh!” he stammer, day's work, for which I am quite

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unfit, and will call again in a day or several decanters, complaining all two.

the while of their being allowed noN'importe-Be it so-'twill not thing but sherry! I need hardly lose by the keeping,” replied the add, that they had, in a manner, Doctor, good-humouredly; and sha- talked, and laughed, and sung themking him by the hand, I hurried to selves tipsy! Sir Henry, with a my chariot, and drove off. Expe- hiccup-whether real or affected I rience had certainly not sharpened know not-insisted on my joining the sensibilities of Dr Y--! them, and told his majesty of the

hoax I had lately been playing upon [Bear with me, kind reader! Suf- him, by “getting up” his own “tale," fer me to lay before you yet one and mystifying him with telling it of or two brief concluding extracts another. His majesty shouted with from this mournful portion of my laughter. Diary. If your tears flow, if your feelings are touched, believe me, 'tis Wednesday, Nov. 16.-This was the not with romance—it is with the day appointed for the funeral of sorrows of actual life. “ It is better Lady Anne, which I was invited to to go to the house of mourning than attend. I set apart, therefore, a day to go to the house of feasting; for for that melancholy, that sacred that is the end of all men-and the purpose. I was satisfied that no living will lay it to his heart.”] heavier heart could follow her to

the grave than mine. Nov. 9th to 14th inclusive,Be- It was a fine frosty day. The sky tween these periods I called several was brightly, deeply blue, and the times at Somerfield House, but saw glorious sun was there, dazzling, but little alteration in Sir Henry's de- apparently not warming, the chilly portment or pursuits, except that he earth. As I drove slowly down to was at times, I heard, very thought the Hall, about noon, with what ful, and had entirely laid aside his aching eyes did I see here a scarlet tale,-taking, in its place, to chess. jacketed-huntsman, there a farmer He grew very intimate with the at his work whistling; while the crazy gentleman before mentioned, cheery sparrows, fluttering about who was imagined, both by himself the bare twigs, and chirruping and Sir Henry, to be the king. More loudly, jarred upon my excited feelthan once, the keeper warned Drings, and brought tears into my eyes, Y to interfere for the purpose as I recollected the words of the of separating them, for be feared Scotch song, lest they should be secretly con

Ye'll break my heart, ye merry birds !" certing some dangerous scheme or other. Dr Y- watched them In vain I strove to banish the hideclosely, but did not consider it ne- ous image of Sir Henry from my cessary to interrupt their intere recollection - he seemed to stand

I found Sir Henry, oue gibbering over the corpse of his lady! evening, sitting with his friend the Hall was a spacious buildking, and their two keepers, very ing, and a blank desolate structure boisterous over their wine. Sir it looked from amidst the leafless Henry staggered towards me, on trees-all its windows closed-nomy entry, singing snatches of a thing stirring about it but the black drinking-song, which were attempt- hearse, mourning-coaches and cared to be echoed by his majesty, riages, with coachmen and servants plainly far gone. I remonstrated in sable silk hat-bands. On descendwith the keepers, full of indignation ing, and entering the Hall, I hastenand alarm at their allowing two mad- ed out of the gloomy bustle of the men the use of wine.

undertaker's arrangements below, to “LO Doctor,” said one of them, the darkened drawingroom, which smiling, taking a decanter, and pour was filled with the distinguished ing out a glass of its contents, "taste relatives and friends of the deceased it, and see how much it would take -a silent, mournful throng! Well, to intoxicate a man.”

it was not long before her remains, I did-it was toast and water, of together with those of her father, which the two lunatics had drunk the Earl of were deposited

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in the vault which held many mem- melaucholy air, “. Charlie is my darbers of their ancient family. I was ling," with exquisite simplicity and not the only one whose feelings pathos. I stepped again to the window, overpowered him during the cere- for the singer was evidently standing mony, and unfitted me, in some mea- close before it. I gently drew aside sure, for the duty which awaited a little of the curtaio, and saw two me on my return, of ministering figures, one at a little distance, the professionally to the heart-broken other very near the window. The sisters. Swoons, hysterics, sobs, latter was the minstrel, who stood and sighs, did I move amongst du- exactly as a Spaniard is reprering the remainder of the day!- sented in such circumstances -a Nearly all the attendants of the fu- short cloak over his shoulders ; and neral left the Hall soon afterwards the colour fled from my cheeks, my to the undisturbed dominion of so- eyes were almost blinded, for 1 perlitude and sorrow: but I was pre- ceived it was—Sir Henry, accomparailed upon by Lord their nied by the wretch whom he treated brother, to continue all night, as “the king !". I stood staring at Lady Julia’s continued agitation him unseen, as if transfixed, till he tbreatened serious consequences. completed his song. He paused.

It was at a late hour that we sepa- They all sleep sound,” he exclaimrated for our respective chambers. ed with a sigb, looking up with a That allotted to me had been the one melancholy air at the windows formerly occupied by Sir Henry " Wake, lady.love, wake!” He beand his lady, and was a noble, but, gan again to strike the strings of his to me, gloomy room. Though past guitar, and was commencing a merry one o'clock, I did not think of get- air, when a window was opened ting into bed, but trimmed my lamp, overhead. He looked up suddenlydrew a chair to the table beside the a faint shriek was heard from above fire, and having brought with me -Sir Henry flung away his guitar, pen, ink, and paper, began writing, and, followed by his companion, amongst other things, some of these sprung out of sight in a moment! memoranda, which are incorporated Every one in the house was in. into this narrative, for I felt too ex- stantly roused. The shriek I bad cited to think of sleep. Thus had I heard was that of Lady Elizabethbeen engaged for some twenty mi- the youngest sister of Lady Annenutes or half an hour, when I laid who had recognised Sir Henry; and down my pen to listen-for, unless it was providential that I happened my ears nad deceived me, I heard to be on the spot. Ob, what a dread. the sound of soft music at a little ful scene ensued! Servants were distance. How solemn was the sin sent out, as soon as they could be lence at that “ witching hour!” dressed, in all directions, in pursuit Through the crimson curtains of the of the fugitives, who were not, howwindow, which I had partially drawn ever, discovered till daybreak. Sir aside, was seen the moon, casting Henry's companion was then found, her lovely smiles upon the sleeping lurking under one of the arches of a earth, all quiet as in her imme- neighbouring bridge, half dead with diate presence. How tranquil was cold; but he either could not, or all before me, how mournfulall with would not, give any information rein! The very room in which I was specting the Baronet. Two keepers standing had been occupied, in hap- arrived post at the Hall by seven pier times, by her whose remains o'clock, in search of the fugitives. had that day been deposited in their It was inconceivable how the madlast cold resting-place! At length men could have escaped. They had more dreary thoughts of Somerfield been very busy the preceding day -of its wretched insensate tenant, whispering together in the garden, fitted across my mind. I drew back but had art enough to disarm any again the curtain, and, returning to suspicion that circumstance might the chair I had quitted, resumed my excite, by a seeming quarrel. Each pen. Again, however, I heard the retired in apparent anger to bis sound of music ; I listened, and apartment; and when the keepers distinguished the tones of a voice, came to summon them to supper, accompanied by a guitar, singing the both had disappeared. It was supposed that they had mounted some towards the Continent. He never of the very many coaches that tra- returned to England: but I often versed the road adjoining, and their heard from him, and had the satisfacdestination, therefore, baffled con- tion of knowing that for several jecture.

years he enjoyed tolerable health, Advertisements were issued in all though the prey of unceasing melandirections, offering a large reward for choly. The death of his son, howhis capture—but with no success. No ever, which happened eight years tidings were received of him for up- after the period when the events wards of a week; when he one day above related occurred, was a voice suddenly made his appearance at the from the grave, which he listened to Hall, towards dusk, very pale and with resignation. He died, and was haggard-his dress in a wretched buried in Italy, shortly after the pube state and demanded admission of lication of the first of these papers. a new porter, as the owner of the I shall never forget that truly amia. house. Enquiry was soon made, ble, though untortunate individual, and he was recognised with a shriek whose extraordinary sufferings are by some of the female domestics. He here related under a disguise absowas, really, no longer a lunatic- lutely impenetrable to more than one though he was believed such for se- or two living individuals. They will veral days. He gave, however, une- suffer the public to gather, undisquivocal evidence of his restoration turbed, the solemn instruction which to reason—but the grief and agony I humbly hope and believe this naroccasioned by discovering the death rative is calculated to afford, as a of his lady, threw him into a nervous vivid and memorable illustration of fever, which left him, at the end of that passage from Scripture already five months, “more dead than alive.” quoted, and with which, nevertheless, Had I not attended him throughout, I conclude this melancholy historyI declare I could not have recogni- “ And in my prosperity, I said, I sed Sir Henry Harleigh in the hag- shall never be moved. Lord, by thy gard, emaciated figure, closely mut- fuvour thou hast made my mountain fed up from head to foot, and car- to stand strong: thou didst hide thy ried into an ample travelling chariot- face, and I was troubled !and-four, which was to convey him

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HINDU DRAMA.

No. II.

THE MRICHCHAKATI, OR THE TOY-CART.

We British-born are certainly, of primrose now at peep of Spring all the inhabitants of earth, the most shakes its yellow leaflets to gladden highly-favoured children of heaven. the fairies dancing round their

Queen, Let us feel that we are so, not in in annual celebration of the melting pride, but in humility; let our gra- of the last wreath of snow. This is titude be love, and our love sym- an age of poetry, and therefore must pathy with the character and genius take delight in poetry-let the strains of all our brethren of mankind, of it loves, whether of higher or of lowwhatever colour, and under every er mood, come whencesoever they climate. Our character and genius, may-whether now first rising from in this the most fortunate of all the isles shadowing the remotest seas of Fortunate Isles, have grown great the sunset, or born long ago in the under the sacred shelter of Trees kingdoms of the Orient, but their and Towers, planted or built by the music brought now over the waves holy hands of Liberty and Religion. to mingle with that of the sweet The sun has not been suffered to singers native to the West. Shall hurt them by day, nor the moon by we not delight in the inspiration of night, so tempered has been the genius that two thousand years ago spirit of our beautiful native sky won the ear of Asia, and charmed, even in its tempests. Wars have with a sweet reflection of their been among us, long and loud, and own country's life, the hearts of blood has flowed like water ; but the Hindus, whose whole history for intervals, neither short nor far seems to us a kind of glimmering between, have the regions assigned poetry, in which interesting realities us by Providence, enjoyed the sun. are too often shrouded in elusive shine and the airs of peace-sun- fancies, but which, in their Drama, shine sometimes settling down as if shews how Fiction can embody and it would endure for ever--airs often embalm Truth, and preserve it from wandering in their joy, as if every decay, for ever lovely in all eyes spot they visited were itself a home that desire nothing lovelier than the fit for the very sweetest in a perpetual lineaments of nature ? paradise. Renovation has been ever That there is a Hindu Drama, and accompanying decay -- and out of a noble one, was hardly known in death, and the ashes of death, have England till Professor H. Wilson arisen, brighter and bolder, new published his Select Specimens; and forms of life. In the spirit of each how few people in England even succeeding age the good and wise now know any thing more about have still felt there was much over it than what we shewed by exwhich to mourn; but Hope never tracts and analysis of the beautiful left our patriot-prophets; their gift- Romance of Vikrama and Urvasi, or ed eyes, piercing the thickest gloom, the Hero and the Nymph ? Many saw"far off the coming shine” of some thousands must have been surprised destined glory; and now, after all to find so much of finest fancy and those alternations, and revolutions of purest feeling in a poetry which which darkened the weak-eyed and they had before supposed was all astounded the faint-hearted, who emptiness or inflation-like air-bubdare say that we are degenerate bles, bright perhaps with variegated from the ancestors whom all the colours, but breaking at a touch-or world called a heroic race-that our like ill-assorted bunches of gaudy present is dimmed by their past-or and flaring powers, fit only for the deny that it gives promise of a still few hours of a holiday shew, faded greater future ? Imagination dead! and scentless ere nightfall, as so You may as well say that all our many weeds. They wondered to oaks are doddered, and that not a see how genius, in spite of the many

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