lence in his conduct, what had he to do with the mysteries of the grave? Heaven would not suffer the secrets of its prisonhouse to be profaned; these were his thoughts as he ap proached the pigeon-house.

she slipped in by the garden-
gate, which she had left open
for the purpose. Robin's case
was pitiable.
He was in a
cold sweat, he awakened his
bed fellow, and told him his
story, his bed-fellow laughed
at him, and cursed him for
wakening him out of a sound

turned upon his back, bidding him to go and catch young birds with chaff. Robin lay all night sweating and trembling, without rest, and with a troubled conscience; in the morning he was ill, and all the

Mrs. Wells saw him, and fancying it was her grand-fath-sleep, asked him what other er, she knelt down to fortify humbug he had in view, told herself with a pious ejacula-him he was a good actor, and tion. Robin came up, and saw, oh dreadful! saw the white figure kneeling just before him, with its hands raised up and folded. It was too much in such a moment, for human strength to bear, he trembled, his blood froze in his veins, he stood at last like a statue, motionless and glaring. The fancied lady Mary looked at him with perfect composure, the composure that is natural to the frenzy with which he was afflicted: she discovered him

rest of the family were like his bed fellow, they ridiculed him for his attempting to impose upon them; and his story and distress were disregarded. He fell ill, and was confined to his bed with a high fever.

The disaster of Robin, which at first was the jest of the whole family, became seriously affecting! the physician pronounced him to be dangerously ill, and while in this melancholly state he lay with the horrors of an unexpected dissolution before him, at times delirious, and at times tortured with the recollection of his presumptuous behaviour in regard to Mrs. Wells, he

But there are men who exalt their species by shewing, amidst the agonies of death, that their flesh and blood are the only mortal parts which they potsess. The trembling miserable wretch, whose clamour is proportioned to his suffering; affects the tender strings of the heart; we bleed at every stroke; we pity, but we cannot admire.

Mrs. Wells's fever bore her on the pinions of fancy into the regions of romance; and while she indulged herself in all the phantasies of a bewildered. brain, there was too much rapture in her eye, to suffer those

around her to compassionate pleasure which concludes so

case. But Robin lay gasping under the misery of his madness, his paroxisms of delirium were filled with ravings of disordered guilt; and his intervals with reproaches more

fatally. They tore her away, but they could not overcome her passion. She went into her room, and spent the remainder of the day in a pertubation of mind which may be

excruciating for being ineffec-imagined, but cannot be de

scribed. At night she went out again by the same door as formerly, and from that instant to th is she never has been

tual. In one of those short cessations, however he procured Mrs. Wells to his bed side and there, with considerable difficulty, and many interrup-heard of nor seen. Where tions, he explained to her the poor stratagem that he had practised on her easy mind; but, what was the unhappy consequence? A person whose extasies are the result of infatuation, will not easily be bro't to reason. To undeceive Mrs. Wells was to rob her of her transports. Instead therefore, of returning to the quiet tenor which conviction ought to have inspired, she flew into a violent phrenzy, and loaded the miserable author of all her unhappiness with every epithet that rage could dictate. It be-fro, and appearing first in one

came a scene, which those who are fond of sporting with human weakness ought to have seen. It would have been a lesson to them for life; by which they would have been instructed not to inflame the. disorders of their fellow creatures, for cruel must be the

she went, or what was her fate, the worthy and human gentleman with whom she bad resided as housekeeper, was never able to discover. In the mornthe servants were sent to traverse the fields and parks in every direction; nay, the ponds and rivers were dragged, but all to no purpose. Her departure in this strange manner soon became the topic of general conversation; and, as is usual in a country place, there were a thousand stories of her being seen wandering to and

place, and then in another.These stories, the hasty invenvention of wonder or weakness, it is not necessary to relate, since they were at once ridiculous and untrue, Robin slowly recovered to exhibit to the affected family, of which he had formerly been the soul,

the wasted and melancholy.
picture of a man, who having
wantonly provoked the dis-
temper of an unhappy creature,
was now labouring under the

mental punishment of being
her destroyer.
A conscious

criminal rendered grave by
penitence in his seventeenth
year, incapable of sharing in
the joys or pleasures of youth.

Kitty Wells, at the time of her mother's departure, was only seven years of age. She, therefore, received no durable impression by the event; and, at the end of a few weeks she was sent for by a Mr. Atkinson, of Northampton, a relation of her mother's under whose care and kindness she soon lost the few faint traces that remained in her mind.She continued with him, and received an education suitable to her rank in life, just sufficient to qualify her for a decent service, or a feminine employment. In the month of November last, having entered her sixteenth year, Mr. Atkinson sent her to London, to an uncle, a half brother of her mother's, who had been for many years, one of his majesty's coachmen. The letter was ad. dressed to him at his house, and she was sent up to him by the coach.

No adventure worth recital occurred to her during the journey; but with a good deal of painful anxiety, and that sort of timid surprize which an innocent girl feels on her first entering the crowded streets, and the noisy bustle of the metropolis, she arrived at her uncle's house. But, what was the shock of her astonishment and despair, when she found that her uncle had been dead for some months, and that his death had been irregular, as he had put an end himself to his existence. It would be painful to enter into a minute detail of the particulars. Like Kitty's own mother, he possessed an hereditary disturbance in his mind, which had pushed him to the horrid perpetration of suicide.

Of all crimes that surely should be avoided, nature, reason, and every action of the brute creation shews this observation; and shall man, the first and noblest of all, want that fortitude? In all troubles, in all cares and adversities, look up to Providence, pay attention to the Supreme Being, who will give you strength,and resolution to overcome difficulties.

(To be Continued.)

Nothing has

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Have we

tive, and that, notwithstanding.
we are continually drawing
upon the fund, think there are
still enough to answer every
call of justice and pleasure.-
Are we employed in the pur-
suit of Science? Hour after
hour, and day after day are
consumed in listless inaction
and frivolity. We claim but
this hour-this day and the
next shall certainly be attended
to. The next arives: but
goes off with as little success
as the preceding. Is there
not time enough?
not years before us? Then
why this anxiety, to compass
the attainment of that, for
which there is still a sufficiency
of leisure? Thus year fol-
lows year, in rapid succession,
and we still continue to form
resolutions merely for the pur-
pose of breaking them, until
we are arrested by old age.
We sigh upon refiction for the
loss of former opportunity,
but sorrow availeth not, and
though past folly may excoriate
the mind, relief is hopeless.-
The procrastination of that,
which can as well be done to
day, to some after period, is
the bane and destruction of
every pursuit; and the man
who wilfully gives way to the
ideal notion, that he has plenty
of time for the execution of

THE proper use of time may be considered under two different and distinct heads.First as it regards our Temporal, and secondly our Eternal happiness. been more strenuously inculcated upon the mind of man, than the utility of a just distribution of time; and the beneficial effects produced upon those who have apportioned it to advantage, are incalculable, and obvious to the most superficial observer. Indeed, upon the non abuse of this most precious donation, depends every blessing we can enjoy. The life of man, considering it in its greatest extent, is but as a span' in length, and scarce sufficient, if every moment were employed, to complete the duties he owes to society; but so sanguine are we in youth, that unnumbered days appear to fill up the prospec- "his plans, may re st assured of

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