be withdrawn, when my need is the sorest.' Alas! I obeyed her injunctions. I raised her in my alas ! Sir, that was a heavy, heavy winter to me!' arms—I lifted to her lips a cordial potion; and,

“ Do not distress yourself by concluding your as she stooped her head to drink, I heard a mur. narrative to-night,” said Captain R. per mur between her parched lips.-And, trembling as ceiving that not only the cheeks of his vener listened, I wiped away the heavy dew from her able hostess were wet with tears ; but that even dying brow, and supported her emaciated frame Manon had drawn aside, and was sobbing vio in my arms ; when on a sudden she called wildly

on the Marquis to draw near, and cried aloud in - Nay!" said Maman Le Tellier, “my tale is a hoarse voice, that she must not die till all wellnigh ended ; and I would willingly recur should be accomplished. 'I cannot go hence,' to it no more.”

said she, 'till justice has been done. A secret “ It is truly a melancholy night,” replied the lies heavy on my soul, to weigh me down to deguest, approaching nearer to the hearth, so that struction. My husband will surely curse me in his arm could reach the back of the chair, on my last moments,-my children will loathe me which little Manon had concealed her face. in the grave ; yet, behold my task must be ful“ The wind howls dolefully among the trees.

filled.' There will be a hurricane before morning." “No, no, no! ejaculated Monsieur de St.

“ And yet," resumed Madame Le Tellier, Sauveur, breathless with consternation, and will“the weather is not half so portentous to-night, ing to impute the incoherent words of his wife as on the desolate Christmas Eve, when I was to delirious excitement. - You are destroying roused from my bed by one of the servants of yourself by this violence. Tranquillize your the Chateau, to attend upon the dying moments nerves by a night's rest. The Cure of Icart has of Madame de St. Sauveur. Throughout that been sent for, and in the morning the spiritual day, she had been better ; had occupied herself consolations of the Church will restore you to a her papers, with happier frame of .'

for the religious duties of the season. But towards shall not find me,' answered the Marchioness, night, she became suddenly worse ; and at mid in a wild but solemn voice. "But tell him that night, the Marquis, foreseeing the necessity of if I died unblessed by the sacraments of grace, my presence, forbade the servants to retire to bed. it was that I held myself unworthy to approach Having instantly obeyed his summons, I wrapt my them in my struggle with death ; although, if cloak closely round me, as I stemmed the violence earthly penance may aught avail in the sight of of the wind, in following old Gabriel up the ascent the Most High, for years and years I have of the Côte. The gusts soon extinguished the lan. neither stirred nor rested, save with the remem.

brance not miss our way ; for

, in the chamber of the Face If not in mercy to yourself, in pity to me, dying woman, high in the Chateau above the desist ! cried the poor Marquis, covering his path, there burned a melancholy watch-light, face with his hands. shining out through the darkness of the storm, “ • Nay !' replied the dying penitent, in a tone with a fearful and unnatural radiance.

hoarse with the near approach of death ; "I I was soon by the bedside. By the light of have deferred my confessions too long already. that ill-omened lamp, I looked upon the pale, Husband ! my eyes are dim, and I behold your pale face of Madame, scarcely distinguishable face no longer! Children, my hands are cold as from the white pillow on which it rested ; and the clod of the valley, and your embraces must noted the slender hands devoutly crossed upon the

be mine no more. Grant me only a word of breast of the sufferer, as though it had been too pity—a word of pardon ! great an indulgence for a dying sinner to suffer them to be clasped in the endearing grasp of the Sophie, almost distracted, restore her to herloved ones who knelt around her couch. Made self! She raves !' mosielle Sophie's head was buried in the cover “Oh! no, no, I am not raving,' faltered the lid; Claire and Antoinette were entwined in Marchioness. - With the full and perfect poseach other's arms; but on the face of the poor session of my faculties, I avow that one of the father was utter despair. • Take courage ! daughters now weeping beside me, is not the offsaid I, after having bent over her and examined spring of my husband ! her countenance. newed strength. Her breath is free-her pulse death could not have produced a more startling beats stronger. Speak, dear lady! Set their sensation. The horror of the announcement burst hearts at ease !-You are better,--are you at once upon the minds of the girls. One of not?'

them then was an alien. One of them was about «Almost well !' replied Madame de St. Sau. to be cast forth ! One of them on the verge of veur, in a voice whose hollowness startled her orphanhood ! Involuntarily the three sisters hearers with horror. · Raise me up, Victorine, precipitated themselves at the feet of him whom and give me my last measure of earthly suste. each still trusted might be her father. The nance, that my soul may bless you before I words resounding in their ears,—' One of them die.'

is not the offspring of my husband ! * Although nearly motionless, sir, with awe, “Oh! do not say that it is I! mother, mo

ter pityTo mighty Heaven !---cried Ma'mselle

Heaven is giving her re- A thunderbolt falling into the chamber of

ther ! say not, say not, that it is I ! cried every paper and memorandum she had left; perSophie, writhing with agony.

adventure lest, in a moment of human frailty, he We have been so happy together! ejacula- might be tempted to do that which years of reted Claire, embracing both her sisters ; and pentance could not avail to efface. He mourned must we part at last ?' --while Antoinette, pale for her as for a wife whom he had loved ;-he as her dying mother, was unable to utter a syl was the best of fathers to her children ;-and lable ; but kept convulsively kissing the hand of if the blow which had thus cruelly and unexthe Marquis, as if a sentence of illegitimacy pectedly fallen upon him tended to shorten his would prove to her young heart a sentence of days, he had the consolation of having fulfilled death.

a heavy duty." 6. And since I must die with the brand of “ And did you never discover," resumed Maguilt upon my brow,' added the dying woman, dame Le Tellier's guest, “ which of the three let me at least atone the injury I have inflic daughters was the one to whom the generosity ted by a final act of justice.'

of the Marquis was in truth available ?" “Not another word ! cried Monsieur de St. “Far be it from me to have made the attempt!” Sauveur, advancing solemnly towards the bed said the good widow.

" Yet methinks no one side ;

such atonement were a deeper injury. who witnessed, or hath heard speak of the conI have loved-I love—these three ehildren as duct of the Marchioness, need entertain a doubt my own. I cannot spare the one of which you upon the subject. Think you that a woman of would deprive me. I have heard too much-I such depth of feeling would have born a child wish to hear no more! You have robbed me of unto her husband, after having once stooped to my tenderness towards the wife of my youth ; shame?" bereave me not of one of my beloved girls ! “It was Antoinette, then!" said Captain R

The sisters sprang at once into his arms : musingly," the youngest”they bathed him with their tears,—they clung The youngest and best beloved, the especial to the heart, the generous heart of this best of favourite of the house,-she who, thanks to the men; and lo! a flush of indescribable joy lighted glorious goodness of Monsieur de St. Sauveur, is up the countenance of the guilty mother, whom, now about to share the fortunes of her sisters ; for a moment, they had forgotten.

having already become the wife of an honourable < " I die content!' she faltered, laying her poor man, whose haughty family would assuredly have head upon my shoulders. "The innocent one rejected the alliance of a nameless alien." will not be driven forth to perish. Blessings on “ You are right, Madame Le Tellier,” cried him !-blesings on them !—I die content ! the English gentleman, as if reluctantly con

“ Loudly, at that moment, did I call upon the vinced. “Your departed friend was indeed a Marquis, to extend his hand to her in token of great man · for, who so mighty as he who acforgiveness, for I saw that her spirit was indeed complishes the subjugation of a powerful human passing away. And after a moment's pause, he passion ?" did so; but the concession came too late. She “A besetting sin!" interposed little Manon, was gone! she was at rest !-Yet I would have in a whisper. given much that her dying ears had caught the “I fully sympathize in your respect towards parting adjuration of her husband :- Thy sins such a man !" continued R-, tossing off the be forgiven thee above, as I have truly, and freely cup of spiced Bourdeaux, which the moralizing forgiven them! Vade in pace.'

damsel had placed, meanwhile, on the table by

his side ; " I rejoice with you, that your friend, " A few hours afterwards, and as the morning your Marquis, your whoever, or whatever he sun broke into the chamber, and shone upon the might be, was restored to his native country, corpse, a smile dawned on the dead face of the

and died in the enjoyment of his estates." Marchioness, as though her triumph over misery “ And blest in the happy prospects of his was accomplished as though she had surmount grateful children!" added the widow, motioning to ed the ordeal -- as though the Supreme Creator her neice to withdraw her chair from the hearth, who had fostered her repentance, and perfected and aid her in retiring to rest. her expiation, had received her into the number

young gentleman, good night, and happier dreams of his elect."

to you than my narrative, I fear, is likely to " And think you that the Marquis had strength excite. Visit us again with my nephew in a of mind to inquire no further?” said Captain week or too, and Ancel's arrival at St. Medards R-mistrustfully.

shall be the signal for a new Veillée. We will “ He was a man of honour, sir," said the wi

then make a merry night of it. It is not often dow reproachfully ; and he was a Christian ; and

that so mournful a history consecrates the anbefore the remains of his wife were cold, he pro nual dedication of our LIT DE VEILLE." ceeded, in my presence, to consign to the flames

« And now,


Shut out_shut out the dazzling day!

Oh ! let me sleep and dream again! Why drag me back to walls of clay,

To careful hours, to penance vain ?
I loathe the task of human life,

I shudder in its wintry gleam;
Nought reigns on earth but care and strife!

-Why did you rouse me from my dream ? “ What saw'st thou in the Land of Thought?

The lost ones of thy earthly love-
The dead, the cold, now brightly wrought

In glories of the realms above ?”
No!In Affection's soft caress

A thousand wild emotions teem;
My soul was tranquil-passionless-

Why did you rouse me from my dream ?
Saw'st thou a world where noble hearts

Show mercy to the poor man's thrall-
A realm whose equal law imparts

Freedom, and tood, and gold to all ?"
No! in the soul's untroubled sphere

No gold defiles, no jewels gleam ;
There flows no blood, there falls no tear-

Why did you rouse me from my dream? “Saw'st thou a clime whose gorgeous sky,

Unsullied by usurping night, Unfolds, in blazing majesty,

A changeless oriflamine of light ?” No! in that Heaven of miracles

No planets roll, no meteors stream; There holy twilight hovering dwells

Why did you rouse me from my dream ?

“ Saw'st thou within its lone recess

The oblivious cup with poppies wreathed,
To sooth the sense of weariness,

E'en by Enjoyment's self bequeathed ?"
“No! in that visionary world,

Unroused by Pleasure's fierce extreme,
Slumber's soft wings are ever furled-

Why did you rouse me from my dream ?
Far sweeter sounds came on mine ear,

Than silence or than music's strain;
Such as when eastern pilgrims hear

The murmur of the coining rain;
While, arching high, like verdant skies,

Or the green groves of Academe,
Cool laurel shades appeared to rise-

Why did you rouse me froin my dream ?
No vivid glaremno treacherous gold-

Was there-no burst of tuneful art-
No glowing warmth—no gelid cold-

No thrill of the excited heart;
No i apturous throb of transient bliss,

Which the frail slaves of sense esteem ;
Why, from entrancement pure as this-

Why did you rouse me from my dream?
As moonlight's midnight stillness calm,

Holy and soft as childhood's prayer,
Soothing as Pity's healing balm,

Was every mild emotion there.
Oh ! for that blessed scene again!

My hopes, my thoughts, my senses seem
Spell-wronghi, beyond all mortal ken,

By the vague magic of a dream.



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All the address of Mr. Walpole and myself vours of navy blue and red; while I worked hard in could not break off the negotiation proceeding the Governor's committee, principally, I confess, under such “ favourable auspices," between the as a check upon the lavish expenditure incur

red Governor Fox. He would be in Parliament. He had set his heart upon it. He would reform for his whistle ; and next, that he should have many abuses, and remove numerous grievances ; skill to play it, so far as the art might be speedimake a great figure, do a prodigious quantity of ly imparted by his friends. With the requisite good to the poor, the Church, and the Marine physical energy, lungs, and wind, he was largely Service ; and, above all, defeat Colonel Bamboo, endowed. whose cool impudence, as he conceived it, in op Though, as a rational reformer, I am bound posing him, after eating his curries and drink. to hope that, in the enlightened progress of ing his Madeira for so many years, provoked society, canvassing, and, much more, bribing him to the highest degree. It was a breach of an English elector, will soon be accounted as every law of hospitality and good-fellowship,- profligate and scandalous as it would at present almost a personal affront. An electioneering at. be to canvass or bribe a British judge, I must torney could not have desired a more hopeful confess, that there was something wonderfully subject. The Governor was wound up to the exhilarating to corrupt human nature in the pitch of carrying on the war with spirit, and bustle of a canvass, when anything like the spending half his fortune in the contest ; and I show of freedom of choice remained among the don't know how it is, but this fever of election great body of the voters. Now, our borough, excitement is wonderfully catching. We who though as corrupt as any one subsequently placed had begun by strenuous opposition, first covert, in the purgatory of schedule B., was not quite and then avowed-seeing better might not be, at sunk into the torpor of those which afterwards last lent ourselves heartily to the “ Fox in found a place in schedule A. With Chewsburgh terest.” Even in their honeymoon,—the last week it was universal gangrene, but not yet absolute of it however,-Walpole was penning election-putrefaction of the whole parts. eering squibs, and Charlotte making up Fox fa We carried through our man with great eclat,

though protests were taken by the other candi- | willingly paid the broken glass, and plastered date against so many of our votes, that, had one the broken heads out of his own pocket, to have third of the exceptions held good, it was clear had his true old English revenge on his rival comthe Governor must be unseated. Of this conse plete. He affected none of the hand-shaking, comquence he had no adequate notion. He was told plimentary magnanimity of these silken times. he was the sitting member for Chewsburgh ! He He owned, or rather proclaimed, that he hated was in extravagant spirits, and the hurry and Bamboo like the devil, and wished him to lose bustle of the affair left him no leisure to think above all things. Though bound by the duties of the bill of costs :

and decorums of an infant law-maker, I fancied “ Then comes the reckoning when the feast is o'er.”

a tone of reproach in his remark to Mr. Wala But we were still at the banquet.

pole, that Englishmen had lost half their spirit

at elections. After our candidate had foundered in several set speeches penned for him by the attorney and

And now all was undeniably over, and the by Walpole, when fairly driven to his own na

new Member had written franks for every body tural eloquence, quickened by passion, his ad

around him. Beginning, as a mark of high disdresses made such an impression upon the John

tinction, with Mrs. Walpole, dowager, he left not

not off till mine host of the Red Dragon, and Bulls of all complexions, collected in front of his rostrum, (the balcony, over the porch of the

even Boots himself, was supplied with one frank inn,) that had the market people been voters, we

for his mother, and another, I daresay, for his

sweetheart. would certainly have carried the Governor by

The Governor's bounty in frankacclamation, in the teeth of the liberal candidate.

ing was boundless.

The bill of the Red Dragon was still to pay, The hearty cheering of the crowd produced a wonderful effect on the spirits of the orator.

and the new Member had never left any house

1 have never yet seen a man so elated for the mo

of public reception with his bill unsettled, in his

life. Red Dragon preferred settling with the ment by that intoxicating incense, that true laughing gas,

agent, according to the ancient and approved

custom of all elections in Chewsburgh-whether “ The fickle reek of popular breath."

contested or not. It was, indeed, with some To be sure, strong and sound as his brains reason that the landlord persisted in refusing to were, he was late in life of first inhaling it. tender his bill, pleading want of time, where

And if I speak here in open day to the sa there were so many trifling items to enter ; as tisfaction of 500 honest chaw-bacons and smock- I have little doubt that our new law-maker, frocks, and 150 men in broad-cloth, why may’nt on its presentation, would have furnished him I to the 100 honest independent members in St. with a few more—such as “ To one broken head," Stephen's Chapel, with the 300 humbugs, and “ To a kicking down my own stairs,” had it the rest of the jackanapes, the surtout and been tendered on the spot. I cannot tell to mustachio sprigs of quality fellows to boot of how much the Jew agent's per centage on the 'em! Let me alone. I have hit the true nailwhole amount might come: but I recollect at last.”

that one item of the bill, of many folio sheets I was always certain Governor Fox would in length, was £764, lls. 3.d. for chaise-hire make a most useful and distinguished member for bringing in the out-voters. Brandy and water of the House of Commons,” said the attorney furnished to the committee-room alone, indepen“And unless he had possessed extraordinary dently of soups, sandwiches, lunches, wine, waxmental and moral qualifications, I never”. tapers, &c. &c. &c., came to above £140 during

My most frequent and peaceful mode of rebuke our one week's labour. At that awful reckoning, is to interrupt the speaker :—"I have not the the settling of which took place some months least doubt,” I observed, “ but that the Gover afterwards, I still recollect the sneaking look and nor will be sufficiently distinguished, were it but whining tone of the country attorney, while he for that rare quality of straight-forward, blunt addressed the rampant Governor in these words, sincerity."

“ But the duty, my dear Sir—you don't consider There was but one drawback to the eclat of the heavy duty on brandies, Governor, with the our election: though Bamboo was hissed to our expense of the victuallers' license, sir, and the hearts' content, the few favourable symptoms of house-tax, and window-tax, which, on the Red a riot, which broke out at the close of the poll, Dragon, amount to a heavier annual sum than the soon died away, and the tremendous crash which corresponding taxes on the noblest mansions in made the eyes of our new made legislator twin the county-to double of that, indeed.” kle and brighten, as he lastened to the window, “ You are telling me a cursed lie,” cried the proved, on investigation, to be nothing more than furious Governor, “ when you tell me that that a lawful, though rough hammering down of the paltry inn-but it's a good enough inn—but that polling-booth. The smashing of the windows of that paltry fellow pays half, or fiftieth as much, Bambuo's inn, on the opposite side of the mar. house-tax as is paid for Belvoir Castle." ket place the committee-room of the Yellows The man appealed to me; and I believed this would, I believe, have done the Governor more part of his statement, at least, extremely progood than his own apotheosis of chairing, which, bable, though I was prepared to deny that these however, he enjoyed immensely. Though not premises warranted the sweeping conclusions of addicted to expense, I am sure he would have Red Dragon's bill. When the attorney had been


summarily dismissed, with a peremptory assur

« Granted. If the real good of old England ance that, until the bill was cut down two-thirds, requires that, though preferring or requiring fonot a sixpence would be forthcoming, the Gover- reign spirits, we should, nevertheless, poison nor reverted to the subject.

ourselves with villainous English gin, I am top “ £140 for brandy and water, and refresh good a patriot to object. If for the rational ments !-how much is the water a-quart in the good, set the ten thousand casks abroach, let Red Dragon ? Heard you ever, Mr. Richard, of themsuch an extortioning rascal ? Why, every man of

For ever dribble out their base contents, the six of ye might have been kept royally drunk,

Touched by the Midas finger of the State, from morn to night, for a month, upon L.40 worth Bleed gold for Ministers to sport away. of real Nantes. . But the duty, my dear sir,' Drink and be poisoned ; 'tis your country bids. he continued, with an air of mimicking the at

Gloriously drunk, obey the important call ;

Her cause demands the assistance of your throats,torney. “And what the devil is the duty ?"

Ye all can swallow, and she asks no more. « What would reduce the brandy charged in your bill to at least one third of its price-it The Governor had scarcely patience to hear is, at present, about 25s. a gallon.”

me out. This is some of the piperly stuff of ~ The deuce it is ! I knew it was dam. your snivelling poets, or Temperance Society fek nable upon Schiedam gin, or old Jamaica rum lows.” either. The doctors ordered brandy for old “No such thing,—at any rate the words are Stoke of the artillery, and Geneva toddy for used by me only as a plea for better tipple. I Lieutenant Denovan of the Invalids; but they, avow I see no means of putting an end to gin. poor fellows, can't afford it—that's hard now. drinking, half so effectual, as allowing people to Though old Jamaica rum be, out of sight, a have cheaply, good rum, Geneva, and brandy, sounder, better liquor than either, the brandy with food, shelter, and clothing. These are my and Schiedam were to them in the nature of me engines for putting an end to intemperance.dicine. I understand I am paying more than But this abominable bill!” I took up that of double price here for Leeward Island rum which the Red Dragon, which, if laid on end, would, I did abroad for Jamaica—the primest. That have extended over all its mazy passages. is harder still; and the Yankees getting it as “ What withheld me yet, Mr. Richard, from cheap as ditch-water. Why the devil, can you kicking that rascally attorney down stairs, when tell me, have we Englishmen not our own rums, he dared say to my face, that his Grace, the and sugars, and teas, as cheap as the Dutch and Duke of Rutland, paye less house-tax for Belvoir the Yankees?"

Castle, than that cheating fellow, his employer, “ It will be your duty, as a Member of Par- lately the butler of a small squire, for his paltry ment, to inquire into that.”

inn?" “ And that it will ; and, what is more, I'll do “ First, my dear Governor, because kicking it. I know, though, it is quite right not to let --save duns-is not a parliamentary privilege ; good British gold go to our natural enemies, the and, lastly, because, I dare say, you suspect that dancing, capering Monsheers, or to the greedy the statement may be quite true.” Dutchmen, with their big breeches :- I suppose

" What, sir! the Duke of Rutland pay no it is for that they tax Geneva and brandy so more house-tax than a paltry tavern-keeper, in cruelly; but old Jamaica rum, made in our own a country town! It would be a manifest affront colonies, by our own niggers, for the benefit of put upon the old nobility of England to let them our own planters

pay no more.” " That makes a difference to be sure ; but “Ay, Governor; yet that noble Duke, and not so much, either, to men like poor despyptic also he of Leeds, and Newcastle, and Devonshire, Stoke, or Denovanliking better pure brandy and Marlborough, and Northumberland, and and Schiedam-punch, or requiring them for cure Grafton, and Buckingham, and the whole ducal or comfort, and too poor to purchase solace or bead-roll, pay at the same rate. It is marvel healing, in consequence of the high rate of our lous with what good grace their Graces submit taxation.”

very gracefully to the affront of paying a very “ But you see it is to keep our gold out of small share, or none, of the national reckoning.” the pockets of the French and the Dutch, who “Now, arn't you joking with me, Mr. Taylor?" fit out fleets and armies against us, and fight us “ Never was more serious in my life. This is with our own cash."

a fact so notorious, that even a new member of " Or pour it into the pockets of those not Parliament might know it. How much housemuch nearer and dearer to us than the Gauls duty did you pay at Rochester ?" and Batavians. Is it not folly, think you, Go · Why, about £12. I appealed to be sure, vernor, for a man to punish himself in the first but the rascals showed me an Act of Parliament place that he may annoy his neighbour in the for it; and I appealed, also, against £2, 198., or second, admitting that such annoyance were jus- something that way, which they charged Mrs. tifiable at all, or that we had power to inflict it ? Walpole for her small cottage,—the lubberly fel. The man must have a large stomach for revenge lows! plundering widow women, living barely on who does so. Would you not think him a fool?” their small pensions ; but that was for her win

“ One must do a great deal for the good of dows too,-and indeed the ricketty brick and one's native country, Mr. Richard."

plaster tenement, which I could have pushed

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