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in the plaudit: while Mr. Twining, with the happy surprise of a sudden exchange from expected disgust to accorded pleasure, eagerly approached the arm-chair, for a presentation which he had longed for nearly throughout his life.

Mr. Garrick then, with many hearty reciprocations of laughter, expounded the motive to the feat which he had enacted.

He had awaked, he said, that morning, under the formidable impression of an introduction to a profound Greek scholar, that was almost awful; and that had set him to pondering upon the egregious loss of time and pleasurability that hung upon all formalities in making new acquaintances; and he then set his wits to work at devising means for skipping at once, by some sleight of hand, into abrupt cordiality. And none occurred, that seemed so promising of spontaneous success, as presenting himself under the aspect of a person whom he knew to be so desperately unpleasant to the scholiast, that, at the very sound of his name, he would inwardly ejaculate,

'Take any form but that: "

Here, in a moment, Mr. Garrick was in the centre of the apartment, in the attitude of Macbeth at sight of the ghost.

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The burlesque frolic over, which gave a playful vent that seemed almost necessary to the super-abundant animal spirits of Mr. Garrick, who, as Dr. Johnson has said of Shakspeare, was always struggling for an occasion to be comic,' he cast away farce and mimicry, and became, for the rest of the visit, a judicious, intelligent, and well informed, though ever lively and entertaining converser and man of letters and Mr. Twining had not been more amused by his buffonery, than he grew charmed by his rationality.

PASSAGES FROM THE DIARY OF A LATE PHYSICIAN.

THE MAGDALEN,

Despised daughter of frailty! Outcast of outcasts! Poor way ward lamb, torn by the foulest wolf of the forest! My tears shall fall on your memory, as often they did over the wretched recital of sin and shame which I listened to on your deserted deathbed! Oh that they could have fallen on you early enough to wash away the first stain of guilt; that they could have trickled down upon your heart in time to soften it once more into virtue!-Ill-fated victim, towards whom the softest heart of tenderness that throbs in your sex, beats, not with sympathy, but scorn and anger! My heart hath yearned for thee, when none else knew of thee, or cared for thy fate! Yes-and above all, (devoutly be the hope expressed!) the voice of Heaven whispered in thine aching ear peace and forgiveness; so that death was but as the dark seal of thy pardon, registered in the courts of Eternal Mercy!

Many as are the scenes of guilt and misery sketched in this Diary, I know not that I have approached any, with feelings of such profound and unmixed sorrow as that which it is my painful lot now to lay before the public. Reader, if your tears start, if your heart ache as you go on with the gloomy narrative-pause, that those tears may swell into a stream, that that heart may well-nigh break, to think how common, how every-day is the story!

Look round you, upon the garden of humanity; see where the lilies, lovely and white as snow in their virgin purity, are blooming-see-see

how many of them suddenly fade, wither, fall! Go nearer-and behold an adder lying coiled around their stems! Think of this-and then be yourself young man, or old-THAT ADDER if you can!

About nine o'clock on a miserable Sunday evening in October 18-, we were sitting quietly at home around our brisk fire, listening, in occasional intervals of silence, to the rain which, as it had during the whole of the day, still came down heavily, accompanied with the dreary whistling of the wind. The gloom without served but to enhance by contrast the cheerfulness-the sense of snugness within. I was watching my good wife discharge her regular Sunday evening duty of catechising the children, and pleasing myself with the promptitude and accuracy of my youngest child's replies, when the servant brought me up word that I was wanted below. I went down stairs immediately. In the hall, just beneath the lamp, sate the ungainly figure of a short, fat, bloated old Jewess.

This here lady wishes to see you, sir,' said she, rising with a somewhat tipsy tone and air, and handing to me a small dirty slip of paper, on which was written, ‘Miss Edwards, No. 11, Court,

Street, (3d Floor.) The handwriting of the paper, hasty as was the glance I gave at it, struck me. It was small and elegant, but evidently the production of a weak or unsteady hand.

Pray what is the matter with this lady?' I inquired.

'Matter, sir? Matter enough, I warrant me! The young woman's not long to live, as I reckon. She's worn out-that's all!' she replied, with a freedom amounting to rudeness, which at once gave me an inkling of her real character. Do you think it absolutely necessary for me to call on her to-night?' I inquired, not much liking the sort of place I was likely to be led to.

'She does, I fancy, poor thing-and she really looks very ill!'

Is it any sudden illness?'

'No, sir-it's been coming on this long time-ever since she came to live with me. My daughter and I thinks 'tis a decline.'

"Couldn't you take her to a dispensary?

said I doubtingly. 'Marry-you'll be paid for your visit, I suppose. Isn't that enough? › said the woman, with an impudent air.

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Well, well-I'll follow you in a minute or two,' said I, opening the street door, for there was something in the woman's appearance that I hated to have in my house.

I say, sir!' she called out in an under tone, as I was somewhat unceremoniously shutting the door upon her, 'You mustn't be put out of your way, mind, if any of my girls should be about. They're noisy devils, to be sure-but they won't meddle' The closing of the door prevented my hearing the conclusion of the sentence. I stood for a few moments irresolute. My duty, however, so far seemed clear-and all minor considerations, I thought, should give way; so I equipped myself quickly, and set out on my walk, which was as unpleasant as wind, rain, and darkness could make it.

I do not see why I should mince matters by hesitating to state that the house in which I found myself after about ten minutes' walk, was one of ill fame and that, too, apparently, of the lowest and vilest description. The street which led to Court, was narrow, ill lighted, and noisyswarming with persons and places of infamous character. I was almost alarmed for my personal safety as I passed them; and, on entering the

court, trembled for a valuable repeater I had about me. At that moment, too, I happened to recollect having read, some time before, in a police report, an account of a method of entrapping unwary persons, very similar in circumstances to those in which I found myself at that moment. A medical man was suddenly summoned to see he was told-a dying patient; but on reaching the residence of the supposed invalid, he was set upon unexpectedly by thieves, robbed of everything he had about him, and turned into the street, severely, if not dangerously beaten. A pleasant reminiscence! Concealing, however, my watch as well as I could, and buttoning my great coat up to the chin, I resolved to persevere, trusting to the protection of Providence. The life of a fellow-creature might really be at stake; and, besides, I was no stranger to scenes of misery and destitution among the lowest orders. Court was a nest of hornets. The dull light of a single lamp in the middle of it, showed me the slatternly half-dressed figures of young women, clustering about the open doors of every house in the court, and laughing loudly as they occasionally shouted to one another across the court. Åll this was sickening and ill-omened enough; but I resolved not even yet to give up. No. 11, I found, was the last house in the court; and just as I was going to inquire of a filthy creature squatting on the door-steps, she called out to some one within, Mother! Mother! Here's the Doc

tor come to see Sall!'

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Her mother,' the wretch who had called upon me, presently sauntered to the door with a candle in her hand. She seemed to have been disturbed at drinking; and, a little to my alarm, I heard the gruff voice of a man in the room she had just quitted.

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Please to follow me, sir! This way, sir. The young woman is up stairs. Bett!' she called out, suddenly stopping, and turning round, Come and take this here gentleman's wet umbrella, and dry it by the fire!'

'Thank you thank you—I'll not trouble you! I'll carry it with me 'tis not very wet,' I replied hastily, as I held it dripping at every step. did not choose, believe me, to part with what I might never see again. It might too-though God prevent the occasion !-be a small matter of defence to me, if my fears about the nature of my errand should be verified. The moment, however, that the bed-room door was opened, other emotions than that of apprehension occupied my mind. The apartment was little, if at all, superior to that which I have described in a former paper, as the residence of the Irish family, the O'Hurdles." It was inuch smaller, and infinitely filthier. A candle, that seemed never to have been snuffed, stood on the chimney-piece, beside one or two filthy cups and jugs, shedding a dull dismal sort of twilight over a chair or two, a small rickety chest of drawers, an old hair trunk with the lid broken in, a small circular table, on which was a phial and a tea-cup; and, along the farther extremity of the room, a wretched pallet, all tossed and disordered. There was a tolerable fire burning in a very small grate, and the inclemency of the weather seemed completely excluded by a little window, two-thirds of whose panes were, however, stuffed with rags, paper, &c. I felt disposed, immediately on entering, to remove one of them, for there was a horrid closeness in the room.

Well, there she is in bed, poor devil, ill enough, I'll answer for't,?

Rich and Poor.' No. CLXXXI. p. 957.

said the old woman, panting with the effort of ascending the stairs. Reaching down the candle from the chimney-piece, she snuffed it with her fingers, and set it upon the table; and then, after stirring up the fire, she took up the candle she had brought, and withdrew, saying, as she went out, Miss Edwards said she'd rather see you alone, so I'm off, you know. If you want anything, I dare say you can call out for it; some of the girls will be sure to hear you.'

I was happy to be relieved of her presence! When the door had closed upon her, I drew one of the chairs to the bedside, together with the table and candle, which showed me the figure of a female lying ou her back amidst the disordered clothes, her black hair stretched dishevelled over the pillow, and her face completely concealed beneath both hands.

'Well, madam, are you in much pain?' I inquired, gently trying, at the same time; to disengage her right hand, that I might both feel her pulse and see her countenance. I did not succeed, however, for her hands were clasped over her face with some little force; and, as I made the effort I have mentioned, a faint sob burst from her.

'Come, come, Madam,' I continued, in as gentle a tone as I could, renewing the effort to dislodge her hand, 'I'm afraid you are in much pain! Don't, however, prevent my doing what little may be in my power to relieve you!' Still her hands moved not. I am Dr. you yourself sent for me! What is ailing you? your face from me in this strange way!-Come

-; You need not hide

There, then !-Do you know me?' she exclaimed, in a faint shriek, at the same time starting up suddenly in bed, and removing her hands from her face, which-her hair pressed away on each side by her hands -was turned towards me with an anguished affrighted stare, her features white and wasted. The suddenness and singularity of the action sufficiently startled me. She continued in the same attitude and expression of countenance, (the latter most vividly recalling to my mind that of Mrs. Siddons, celebrated in pictures, in the most agitating crisis of her Lady Macbeth,) breathing in short quick gasps, and with her eyes fixed wildly upon me. If the look did not petrify me, as the fabled head of Medusa, it shocked, or rather horrified me beyond all expression, as I gazed at it; for could my eyes see aright?-I gradually recognised the face as one known to me. The cold thrill that passed through methe sickening sensations I then experienced, creep over me now that I am' writing.

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Why--am I right?-ELEANOR !' I exclaimed faintly, my hands elevated with consternation, at the same time almost doubting the evidence of my senses. She made me no reply, but shook her head with frantic violence for a few moments, and then sunk exhausted on her pillow. I would have spoken to her-I would have touched her; but the shock of what I had just seen, had momentarily unnerved me. I did not recover my self-possession till I found that she had fainted. Oh, mercy, mercy! what a wreck of beauty was I gazing on! Could it be possible? Was this pallid, worn-out, death-struck creature, lying in such a den of guilt and pollution; was this the gay and beautiful girl I had once known as the star of the place where she resided-whom my wife knew-whom in short we had both known, and that familiarly? The truth flashed in a moment over my shuddering, reluctant soul. I must be gazing on the spoil of the seducer! I looked with horror, not to say loathing, on her lifeless features, till I began to doubt whether, after all, they could real

ly be those I took them to be. But her extraordinary conduct—there could be no mistake when I thought of that.

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With the aid of a vinaigrette, which I always carried about with me, and dashing a little cold water in her face, she gradually revived. moment her slowly-opening eyes fell upon me, she closed them again, turned aside her head with a convulsive start, and covered her face, as before, with her hands.

'Come, come, Miss B- -,'-a stifled groan burst from her lips on hearing me mention her real name, and she shook her head with agony unutterable, you must be calm, or I can do nothing for you. There's nothing to alarm you, surely, in me! I am come at your own request, and wish to be of service to you. Tell me at once, now, where do you feel pain?'

'HERE!' replied the wretched girl, placing her left hand with convulsive energy upon her heart. Oh, the tone of her voice! I would to Heaven-I would to Heaven, that the blackest seducer on earth could have been present to hear her utter that one word!

Have you any pain in the other side?' I inquired, looking away from her to conceal my emotion, and trying to count her pulses. She nodded in the affirmative.

'Do you spit much during the day? Any blood, Miss B-?'

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'Miss B!' she echoed, with a smile of mingled despair and grief; 'call me rather Devil! Don't mock me with kind words! Don't, Doctor! No, not a word-a single word—a word,' she continued, with increasing wildness of tone and air. See-I'm prepared! I'm beforehand! I expected something like this!-Don't-don't dare me! Look!' She suddenly thrust her right hand under the bed-clothes, and, to my horror, drew from under them a table-knife, which she shook before me with the air of a maniac, I wrenched it out of her hand with little difficulty.

'Well, then-so-so-she gasped, clutching at her throat with both her hands. I rose up from my chair, telling her in a stern tone, that if she persisted in such wild antics, I should leave her at once; that my time was valuable, and the hour besides growing late.

'Go-go then! Desert one whom the world has already deserted!— Yes, go-go away-I deserve no better-and yet I did not expect it!' exclaimed the miserable girl, bursting into a flood of bitter, but relieving tears. Finding that what I had said had produced its desired effect, I resumed my seat. There was a silence of several moments.

'I-I suppose you are shocked-to-to see me here-but you've heard it all- said she faintly.

'Oh!-we'll talk about that by and bye; I must first see about your health. I am afraid you are very ill! haven't you been long so ?-Why did not you send for me earlier?-Rely upon it, you need not have sent twice!'

'Oh-can you ask me, Doctor?-I dared not!-I wish-oh, how I wish I had not sent for you now! The sight of you has driven me nearly mad! You must see that it has-but you did not mean it! Oh!-oh!-oh!' she groaned, apparently half choked-'what I feel HERE!' pressing both her hands upon her heart, 'what a hell!' quivering forth the last word with an intonation that was fearful.

'Once more-I entreat of you to check your feelings, otherwise, it is absurd for me to be here! What good can I possibly do you, if you rave in this manner?' said I sternly. She made no reply, but suddenly cough

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