parts of "Patronage" were not written by Miss Edgeworth.This is not fact-The whole of these volumes were written by her, the opinions they contain are her own, and she is answerable for all the faults which may be found in them. Of ignorance of law, and medicine, and of diplomacy, she pleads guilty, and of making any vain or absurd pretensions to legal or medical learning, she hopes, by candid judges, to be acquitted. If in the letters and history of her lawyer and physician, she has sometimes introduced technical phrases, it was done merely to give, as far as she could, the colour of reality to her fictitious personages. To fulfil the main purpose of her story it was essential only to show how some lawyers and physicians may be pushed forward for a time, without much knowledge either of law or medicine; or how, on the contrary, others may, independently of patronage, advance themselves permanently by their own merit. If this principal object of the fiction be accomplished, the author's ignorance on professional subjects is of little consequence to the moral, or interest of the tale.

As to the charge of having drawn satirical portraits, she has already disclaimed all personality, and all intention of satirizing any profession; and she is grieved to find it necessary to repel such a charge. The author of a slight work of fiction may, however, be consoled for any unjust imputation of personal satire, by reflecting, that even the grave and impartial historian cannot always escape similar suspicion. Tacitus says, that "there must always be men, who, from congenial manners, and sympathy in vice, will think the fidelity of history a satire on themselves; and even the praise due to virtue is sure to give umbrage."

April 12, 1814.

PATRONAGE.

CHAPTER I.

"HOW the wind is rising !" said Rosamond. "God help the poor people at sea to night!" Her brother Godfrey smiled. "One would think," said he, "that she had an argosy of lovers at sea, uninsured." "You gentlemen," replied Rosamond, "imagine that ladies are always thinking of lovers."

"Not always," said Godfrey, "only when they show themselves particularly disposed to humanity."

"My humanity, on the present occasion, cannot even be suspected," said Rosamond, "for you know, alas! that I have no lover at sea or land."

"But a shipwreck might bless the lucky shore with some rich waif," said Godfrey.

"Waifs and strays belong to the lady of the manor," said Rosamond," and I have no claim to them."

"My mother would, I dare say, make over her right to you," said Godfrey.

"But that would do me no good," said Rosamond, "for here is Caroline, with superior claims of every sort, and with that most undisputed of all the rights of woman-beauty."

"True-but Caroline would never accept of stray hearts," said Godfrey. "See how her lip curls with pride at the bare imagination!"

"Pride never curled Caroline's lip," cried Rosamond"Besides, pride is very becoming to a woman. No woman

can be good for much without it, can she, mother?"

"Before you fly off, Rosamond, to my mother, as to an ally, whom you are sure I cannot resist," said Godfrey," settle first whether you mean to defend Caroline upon the ground of her having or not having pride."

A fresh gust of wind rose at this moment, and Rosamond listened to it anxiously.

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Seriously, Godfrey," said she, "do you recollect how very dangerous our coast is? Do you remember the shipwrecks last winter?"

As she spoke Rosamond went to one of the windows, opened the shutter, and threw up the sash. Her sister, Caroline, followed, and they looked out in silence.

"I see a light to the left of the beacon," said Caroline."I never saw a light there before. What can it mean?"

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Only some fishermen"-said Godfrey." But, brother, it is quite a storm,"-persisted Rosamond."

"Only equinoctial gales, my dear."

Only equinoctial gales! But to drowning people it would be no comfort that they were shipwrecked only by equinoctial gales. There! there! What do you think of that blast?" cried Rosamond, "is not there some danger now?"

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Godfrey will not allow it," said Mrs. Percy-" He is a soldier, and it is his trade not to know fear."

"Show him a certain danger," cried Mr. Percy, looking up from a letter he was writing-"Show him a certain danger, and he will feel fear as much as the greatest coward of you all. Ha! upon my word, it is an ugly night," continued he, going to the window,

"Oh, my dear father!" cried Rosamond-" did you see that light?-out at sea ?-There! there!-to the left." "To the east-I see it"

"Hark! did you hear?"

"Minute guns"-said Caroline.

There was a dead silence instantly. Every body listened. Guns were heard again. The signal of some vessel in distress. The sound seemed near the shore. Mr. Percy and Godfrey hastened immediately to the coast. Their servants and some people from the neighbouring village, whom they. summoned, quickly followed. They found that a vessel had struck upon a rock, and from the redoubled signals, it appeared that the danger must be imminent.

The boatmen, who were just wakened, were surly, and swore that they would not stir, that " whoever she was, she might weather out the night, for that, till day-break, they couldn't get along side of her." Godfrey instantly jumped into a boat, declaring he would go out directly at all hazards. Mr. Percy, with as much intrepidity, but, as became his age, with more prudence, provided whatever assistance was necessary from the villagers, who declared they would go any where with him; the boatmen then ashamed, or afraid of losing the offered reward, pushed aside the land lubbers, and were ready to go.

Out they rowed-and they were soon so near the vessel that they could hear the cries and voices of the crew. The boats hailed her, and she answered that she was Dutch, homeward bound-had mistaken the lights upon the coast-had struck

on a rock-was filling with water-and must go down in half an hour.

The moment the boats came along side of her, the crew crowded into them so fast, and with such disorder and precipitation, that they were in great danger of being overset, which Mr. Percy seeing, called out in a loud and commanding voice to stop several who were in the act of coming down the ship's side, and promised to return for them if they would wait. But just as he gave the order for his boatmen to push off, a French voice called out

"Monsieur-Monsieur l'Anglois !-one moment."

Mr. Percy looked back and saw, as the moon shone full upon the wreck, a figure standing at the poop, leaning over with outstretched arms.

"I am Monsieur de Tourville, Monsieur-a chargé d'affaires -with papers of the greatest importance-despatches."

"I will return for you, Sir-It is impossible for me to take you now, our boat is loaded as much as it can bear"-cried Mr. Percy-and he repeated his order to the boatmen to push off.

Whilst Godfrey and Mr. Percy were trimming the boat, M. de Tourville made an effort to jump into it.

"Oh! don't do it, Sir !" cried a woman with a child in her arms, "The gentleman will come back for us--for God's sake don't jump into it."

"Don't attempt it, Sir," cried Mr. Percy, looking up—“ or you'll sink us all."

M. de Tourville threw down the poor woman who tried to stop him, and he leaped from the side of the ship. At the same moment Mr. Percy seizing an oar pushed the boat off, and saved it from being overset, as it must have been if M. de Tourville had scrambled into it. He fell into the water. Mr. Percy, without waiting to see the event, went off as fast as possible, justly considering that the lives of the number he had under his protection, including his son's and his own, were not to be sacrificed for one man, whatever his name or office might be, especially when that man had persisted against all warning in his rash selfishness. At imminent danger to themselves, Mr. Percy and Godfrey, after landing those in the boat, returned once more to the wreck, and though they both declared that their consciences would be at ease even if they found M. de Tourville was drowned, yet it was evident that they rejoiced to see him safe on board. This time the boat held him, and all the rest of his fellow sufferers, and Mr. Percy and his son had the satisfaction of bringing every soul safely to shore. M. de Tourville, as soon as he found himself on terra-firma, joined with all around him in warm thanks to Mr. Percy and his son, by whom their lives had been saved.

Godfrey undertook to find lodgings for some of the passengers and for the ship's crew in the village, and Mr. Percy invited the captain, M. de Tourville, and the rest of the passengers, to Percy Hall, where Mrs. Percy and her daughters had prepared every thing for their hospitable reception. When they had warmed, dried, and refreshed themselves, they were left to enjoy what they wanted most, repose. The Percy family, nearly as much fatigued as their guests, were also glad to rest-all but Rosamond, who was wide awake, and so much excited by what had happened, that she continued talking to her sister, who slept in the same room with her, of every circumstance, and telling her imaginations of all that might come to pass from the adventures of the night, whilst Caroline, too sleepy to be able to answer judiciously, or even plausibly, said, "yes"-"no" and "very true"-in the wrong place; and at length, incapable of uttering even a monosyllable, was reduced to inarticulate sounds in sign of attention. These grew fainter and fainter, and after long intervals absolutely failing, Rosamond with some surprise and indignation exclaimed

"I do believe, Caroline, you are asleep?"—

And in despair, Rosamond, for want of an auditor, was compelled to compose herself to rest.

In the course of a few hours the storm abated, and in the morning, when the family and their shipwrecked guests assembled at breakfast, all was calm and serene. Much to Rosamond's dissatisfaction, M. de Tourville did not make his appearance. Of the other strangers she had seen only a glimpse the preceding night, and had not settled her curiosity concerning what sort of beings they were. On a clear view by day-light of the personages who now sat at the breakfast table, there did not appear much to interest her romantic imagination, or to excite her benevolent sympathy. They had the appearance of careful money-making men, thick squarebuilt Dutch merchants, who said little and eat much-butter especially. With one accord, as soon as they had breakfasted, they rose and begged permission to go down to the wreck to look after their property. Mr. Percy and Godfrey offered immediately to accompany them to the coast.

Mr. Percy had taken the precaution to set guards to watch all night, from the time he left the vessel, that no depredations might be committed. They found that some of the cargo had been damaged by the sea-water, but excepting this loss there was no other of any consequence; the best part of the goods was perfectly safe. As it was found that it would take some time to repair the wreck, the Prussian and Hamburgh passengers determined to go on board a vessel, which was to sail from a neighbouring port with the first fair wind. They came