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of our spirits at finding ourselves about to recommence a pleasant intimacy. During the interval which passed between the demand for admittance being made and granted, my thoughts were employed in imagining all the relations which I should have to make of pleasures and novelties felt and seen during my jaunt.
Well, Mary,' said I, as the servant opened the door, in a tone of voice that seemed to mean, and would have added, here I am again !” Rubbing my hands together, I was passing on, with even more than my usual speed and hilarity, towards the parlour, where I already pictured to myself the family sitting round their comfortable fire, and all running to welcome the return of their old friend, after an unwonted absence of a week; when Mary gently staid me, and holding up her finger, said, in a subdued voice, hush! Tears and sobs accompanied the poor girl's interdiction, and seemed to read me the lesson of sorrow which I had soon to learn.
“And how," said I, “ does my charming favourite :” (the half-formed apprehension was already a herald of the truth);
Ah, sir, 'tis sadly with us since you were here. Two days ago my dear young lady's
's illness, which had grown more and more since you went away, took a bad turn, and—” Mary could proceed no further, her face told the story.--She was no more Dead –Yes, Emily was dead. The young, the innocent, the precious, the delight of her sisters, the darling of her parents heart, the joy of all her acquaintance, had died a few hours before I arrived : cut off in the early morning of life, beautiful and gentle as the softening tints that adorn the dawn of nature's day. I went instinctively to the parlour : there all was gloomy and silent, and desolate, and forlorn ; every triling familiar remembrancer put on the features of grief. Upon a small table, which her taste had ornamented, lay the little work-box, that I had given her at her last, her sixteenth birth day, never to be touched again by her innocent hands. Here was her music, her lute, her books, her favourite dog that looked up wistfully in my face, and with tremulous moan appeared to be wondering at his solitude, and my withheld caress.--"Poor Florio !” said I, patting his head, “she was better than this world deserved !” 'twas all I could say: I was unable to support the hundred memories of her winning ways, that rushed upon my overflowing heart : I burst into tears. The rigid will smile that my tears flowed more plentifully, when on taking out my handkerchief, I remembered that Emily had marked the letters of my name on it with her hair. Let them smile on :: I envy them not !
“Nor I neither,” exclaimed Harnett, who perceived that the company had caught the moody infection from our melancholy friend: “We are no stoics to force philosophy beyond the feelings of nature. Prithee go on. These tears (wiping away his own as he spoke) serve now and then to certify the existence of our
humanities, which commerce with the world often half induce one to doubt.”
Derenzy continued :-"Assuming the mournful freedom of long intimacy, for I had loved her with all a brother's fondness, I ascended with slow and melancholy steps towards the chamber of the deceased—I reached the door of the outer room, and paused a moment for resolution to lift the latch and penetrate the sanctuary of woe~ I entered softly. Alone, in one corner of the room, sat the disconsolate father : he was too much absorbed in misery to notice my approach: his head rested on his hand, his face was haggard, his eyes were fixed, and vacant, and red with watching : several times they were raised towards heaven, but speedily withdrawn as if in the first deadening moment of affliction, he wanted courage to seek resignation even from religion. At length his grief found words. "Oh God!" he said, “my child, my child !” The expression broke the spell of abstracted thought : he was relieved, and tears fell plentifully on the hand which I had now advanced to grasp his. He rose in silence and (the action wanted not words) led me by the hand to the inner chamber. What a sight! The elder sisters seeing me approach, sobbed aloud as it were with a renewal of their grief, and hid their faces with their hands : a little girl about four years old had crept upon the bed, and with playful action that smote upon the heart, was uncor
consciously endeavouring to awaken from the sleep of death, her old playmate, her favourite sister. Sweet innocent ! she will play with thee no more! The wretched mother's look of agony was fixed on the face of her departed one, "where cold obstruction's apathy appalled the gazing mourner's heart;" I saw a maternal tear fall upon it, for tender ever are a mother's sorrows. She just raised her head, her eyes met mine, they fell again. She was a mother, and her all of thought and care was on a mother's loss. “ I saw the iron enter her soul !” Not a word was spoken ; silence could describe, no colouring could paint the scene. The living stood around, and silently gazed on the loveliest image of dissolution that ever heaven formed to deprive death of its terrors. 'Twas a picture of tranquillity. A smile that yet played about her lips bespoke that her end had been placid ; blest with the peace of innocence, and that her gentlest soul had calmly left its earthly tenement, and taken its flight in quiet expiration to the regions of eternal peace. I had no heart for consolation, which, ill timed, defeats its end : besides the scene itself was a lesson, a monitor. 'Twas silent death and yet 'twas eloquence. It spake aloud of life's uncertain tenure; it whispered" Be virtuous aud we shall meet again!" "Yes,” my soul exclaimed inwardly, "yes, fair spirit, we shall meet thee in happier climes, where pains and parting can assail the heart no more. Oh, may my latter end be like thine !” Impulsively at the thought I knelt beside the
bed, and would have prayed. I pressed her dead hand to my lips :-'twas icy cold-my spirits sunk-my heart burned within me-my temples throbbed—I scarcely remember how I reached my lodgings
“I have," he added, “to-day been attending the agonized family on the last mournful duties we can perform for our friends on earth.
She was borne to the grave according to her own request by her four sisters. At that part of the solemn and impressive service of the dead, where the earth was thrown on the lid of the coffin, under which lay tranced in death, the innocent form of one so loved—” he could not pursue the subject, his heart seemed to be bursting; grief for a loss so dear should find its way. Harnett kindly shook the sensitive Derenzy by the hand, and said in a soothing manner : " Happily my friend, happily for us there is a consolation beyond earthly consolation :-though we shall see her face on carth no more, yet it is promised that a steady continuance in virtuous exertion, shall usher us at the last, together with her whose loss we now lament, purified from the corruption of the world, into the peaceful paradise where sorrows cannot enter
A man of letters, called Ouang-si-Heou, lived in the country as a philospher, amusing himself with writing and study. To enliven his works, and make them more read, he sometimes inserted in them what were deemed too bold expressions and reprehensible ideas. He was sixty years old, and had acquired wealth and reputation by his labours, when, in 1777, an enemy or a rival accused him. He was arrested, tried, and found guilty of the four following crimes. 1. The having dared to make an abridgment of the great dictionary of Kang-hi, and even in some places to contradict it. It is to be obseved, that Kang-hi was an emperor, by whom or by whose direction, the dictionary was made. 2. In the preface of this abridgment, he has had the audacity to use the litle names of the emperor—a want of respect, say the judges, that makes us tremblé. We must add, that, in speaking of the emperors of China, it is not permitted to use the names which they bore before their accession to the throne : these names are ineffable in China. 3. The author has pretended to be a descendant of Hoang-ti, by the family of Tcheou. This is the same thing as if a man in Europe should pretend to be a descendant of one of the patriarchs. 4. Lastly, in his poems he has again insinuated this descent, using reprehensible expressions, in which he appears to have evil designs. In his defence he observed, that he had abridged the dictionary of Kang-hi, because, consisting of a great number of volumes, it was expensive and inconvenient : that he had inserted the litle names of the emperors in it, to make youth acquainted with them, that they might not use them through ignorance; but that, perceiving his fault, he had omitted them in a second edition : and that his pretended descent was but the momentary whim of poetic vanity. The judges reply, that, being a man of letters of the second class, he could not be considered as of the vulgar, who might have sinned through ignorance; that, consequently, what he had done and written must be deemed offences against his imperial majesty, and high treason, and that, according to the laws of the empire, he must, therefore, he cut in pieces, his goods confiscated, all his relations, above sixteen years old, put to death, his wives, his concubines, and his children, under sixteen, banished, and given as slaves to the nobility. The emperor, who revises every sentence of death, favoured the culprit so far as to direct his head to be cut off only, respited his sons to the grand autumnal execution, and confirmed the rest of the sentence !
INSTANCE OF COURAGE.
During the war in 1750, Count de B, a young nobleman, not twenty years of age, going on horseback from a town in Burgundy to join his regiment, was attacked by a mad wolf of an extraordinary size. The furious animal first seized the horse, and so tore his flesh that M. De B— was presently dismounted. Then the wolf flew at him, and would certainly have torn him to pieces, had he not exercised the greatest presence of mind. With one hand he seized the wolf's foaming tongue, and, with the other hand, one of his paws. After struggling awhile with the terrible creature, the tongue slipped from his fingers, and his right thuinb was bitten off-upon which, notwithstanding the pain he was in, he leaped upon the wolf's back, clapped his knees fast to his flanks, and called out for help to some armed peasants who were passing by; but none of those fellows dåred to advance. “ Well then," said he, “fire ; if you kill 'me, I forgive you.” Some of them fired, and three bullets went through the brave officer's coat, but neither he nor the beast was wounded. Another, bolder than his comrades, seeing the cavalier was intrepid, and that he kept firmly upon the the wolf, came very near, and discharged his piece. The animal was mortally wounded by this shot, and after a few more furious motions expired. In this dreadful conflict, besides the losing of his right thumb, the
young Count's left hand was torn, and he got several bites on his legs and thighs. When he arrived at Bon Le Roy, where his regiment lay, he was advised to go down with all speed to the sea; which he accordingly did, and recovered.
MODERATE WISHES THE SOURCE OF HAPPINESS.
The youthful shepherd, Menalcus, being in search of a stray lamb from his flock, discovered, in the recesses of the forest, a hunter stretched at the foot of a tree, exhausted with fatigue and hunger. “ Alas ! shepherd,” he exclaimed, “ I came hither yesterday in pursuit of game ; and I have been unable to retrace the path by which I entered this frightful solitude ; or to discover a single vestige of a human footstep. I faint with hunger -give me relief, or I die!" Menalcus, supporting the stranger in his arms, fed him with bread from his scrip, and afterwards conducted him through the intricate mazes of the forest in safety.
Menalcus being about to take leave of the hunter, Ęschinus, was detained by him. “Thou hast preserved my life, shepherd, ” he said, “ and I will make thine happy. Follow me to the city. Thou shalt no longer dwell in a miserable cottage, but inhabit a superb palace, surrounded with lofty columns of marble. Thou shalt drink high-flavoured wines out of golden goblets, and eat the most costly viands from plates of silver."
Menaleus replied, “ Why should I go to the city ? My little cottage shelters me from the rain and the wind. It is not surrounded with marble columns, but with delicious fruit-trees, from which I gather my repasts; and nothing can be more pure than the water which I draw in my earthen pitcher from the stream that runs by my door. Then on holidays I gather roses and lilies to ornament my little table ; and those roses and lilies are more beautiful, and smell sweeter, than vases of gold and silver.”
Eschinus.-Come with me, shepherd. I will lead thee through sumptuous gardens, embellished with fountains and statues : thou shalt behold women, whose dazzling beauties the rays of the sun have never tarnished, habited in silks of the richest hues, and sparkling with jewels; and thou shalt hear concerts of musicians, whose transcendent skill will at once astonish and enchant thee.
Menalcus. Our sun-burnt shepherdesses are very handsome. How beautiful they look on holidays, when they put on garlands