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quit the house, unless compelled by law. The Doctor, alarmed at her firmness, left the roomloudly calling upon Seyward !
Presently the report of a pistol was heard, and Charlotte terrified, ran to her father, expressing her apprehensions that nurder was committed. The alarm was however transient ; for Cantwell, Darnley, and Seyward soon made their appearance, and the report of the pistol was accounted for. When the Doctor left the room, he called Seyward to the pavilion in the garden ; where, in great perturbation of inind, he told him that a storm was gathered, which he was not prepared to meet ;-that his sole dependence was upon his fidelity, and that he must be ready, when called upon, to swear he had seen him pay to Sir John several large sums of money, as value for an estate. Seyward boldly refused to perjure himself--telling him, on the contrary, that he was well satisfied, he had obtained from Sir John several large sums, under pretence of charitable purposes, and which he had secretly converted to his own use, Stung to madness by this defiance of Seyward, he seized him by the throat ; but Sey. ward's temper forsook him at this instant, and forgetting the disparity of their years, he gave him a
bar' blow, which levelled him with the earth! Roused en to desperation, Cantwell started from the ground,
and furiously seized a pistol which hung over the : chimney-piece ; when Seyward caught bis wrist, patient and in the struggle an explosion took place, which
1 alarmed the family, but no injury was done to the ll parties.
The reign of this artful hypocrite was now pea Elle at an end. The Colonel, who had been as busy o
of doors as Charlotte and Lady Lambert within had fortunately obtained some information against the Doctor, of so enormous a nature respecting some daring frauds he had committed, that he returned, with the officers of justice, to apprehend him as a cheat and an impostor.
The Doctor viewed them all with the most soveis reign contempt, and proudly ordered them to quit
the house. “I am master here (said the hardened wretch), and if I go none shall remain behind, I will lock
the doors of my own house." Sir John beat his forehead in an agony of despair , when Charlotte, clasping him round the neck, and kissing away the unconscious tears, which streamed down his cheek, bade him “be of comfort, that his fortune was yet in his own power."
She then displayed to his enraptured view the original deed unsigncd; and informed him, the parchment in the Doctor's possession, was a copy--but that her brother's name was inserted in place of Cantwell's.
Sir John now fell upon his knees, and offered the tribute of thanks to that almighty disposer of all things, who had been graciously pleased to watch over and preserve him from the snares of a villain ; whilc Cantwell, pale, and trembling with rage, shame and disappointment, breathed the most bitter imprecations upon them all-and then ordered the officers to conduct him where they pleased. Thus ended the career of this designing hypocrite, Sir John, grateful for the interference of his children, endeavoured by every future act of kindness, to atone for his former injustice. He bestowed his daughter's hand upon the excellent Darnley, whosc exertions, in conjunction with Sir John and Colonel Lambert, succeeded in rescuing the estimable Charles Seyward from the gripe of his atrocious guardian, and restoring him to the full possession of his mother's property.
Deceit! thy reign is short-Hypocrisy
Beware, ye slaves of vice and infamy,
It is an awful height of human pride,
Now could I, Casca,
It was soon after the defeat and death of Pompey, and the victorious Cæsar's return, that the inhabitants of Rome were thrown into consternation by various prodigies ! At noonday, in the marketplace, the bird of night sat hooting and shrieking; and on the following evening a storm arose so dreadful, that the earth itself seemed to totter! Living fire dropped from the heavens. A slave held up his hand, which seemed to flame, as if twenty torches were burning; and yet the hand remained unscorched. The graves yawned, and yielded up their dead. The noise of battle was heard in the air ; with the neighing of horses, and groans of the dying. The forms of warriors were seen in the clouds, engaged in dreadful combat. A lioness whelped in the streets; and a lion paraded near the Capitol, glaring on all who passed him, yet not touching any one. Wandering ghosts fitted about, uttering piercing shrieks. Women, with heads uncovered, were raving through the city, who declared they had seen men walk up and down the streets enveloped in llame; and more than possible horrors seemed accumulated! All trembled as they looked on one another, and seemed afraid to speak the dreadful horrors which filled their minds, at the sight and sound of these strange prodigies, which too surely foretold that some awful event, in the womb of fate, was ready to burst forth.
Yet, though so many hearts were filled with horror, some there were that enjoyed the scene, and insolently felt that their enormities were the cause of these emotions in the earth and heavens ; calling themselves the glorious projectors of their country's freedom, instead of treacherous assassins, without justice or mercy, who under the specious mask of imputed service to the state, were only indulging their own spleen, envy, and ambition,
These men, who feared not the storm, were dark conspirators, plotting against the life of Cæsar ; whose glories they envied, whose virtues they hated; making the charge of ambition stand as a plea against him, and an extenuation of their own vile intentions. Amongst the foremost of these, was Cassius Sabaco, husband of Junia, the sister of Marcus Brutus. This man, a warrior of eminence, and one who had rendered the state much service, conceived the most inveterate hatred against Cæsar, because he had bestowed the first vacant prætorship on Brutus, and only the second on him. The gallant services of Cassius, in the Parthian war, certainly gave him a superior claim. This, even Cæsar admitted ; yet he had bestowed the situation on Brutus, as a tribute to his many virtues, and because he personally loved him ; well knowing also