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When I talk'd, I have seen her recline

With an aspect so pensively sweet,— Though I spoke what the shepherds opine, A fop were ashamed to repeat.

She is soft as the dew-drops that fall From the lip of the sweet-scented pea; Perhaps when she smiled upon all,

I have thought that she smiled upon me.

But why of her charms should I tell?

Ah me! whom her charms have undone ! Yet I love the reflection too well,

The painful reflection to shun.

Ye souls of more delicate kind,

Who feast not on pleasure alone, Who wear the soft sense of the mind, To the sons of the world still unknown;

Ye know, though I cannot express,

Why I foolishly doat on my pain; Nor will ye believe it the less

That I have not the skill to complain.

I lean on my hand with a sigh,

My friends the soft sadness condemn ; Yet, methinks, though I cannot tell why, I should hate to be merry like them.

When I walk'd in the pride of the dawn, Methought all the region look'd bright: Has sweetness forsaken the lawn?

For methinks I grow sad at the sight.

When I stood by the stream, I have thought There was mirth in the gurgling soft sound; But now 'tis a sorrowful note,

And the banks are all gloomy around!

I have laugh'd at the jest of a friend;

Now they laugh, and I know not the cause,
Though I seem with my looks to attend,
How silly! I ask what it was!

They sing the sweet song of the May,
They sing it with mirth and with glee;
Sure I once thought the sonnet was gay,
But now 'tis all sadness to me.

Oh! give me the dubious light

That gleams through the quivering shade; Oh! give me the horrors of night

By gloom and by silence array'd!

Let me walk where the soft-rising wave Has pictured the moon on its breast; Let me walk where the new-cover'd grave Allows the pale lover to rest!

When shall I in its peaceable womb
Be laid with my sorrows asleep!
Should LAVINIA chance on my tomb-
I could die if I thought she would weep.

Perhaps, if the souls of the just

Revisit these mansions of care,

It may be my favourite trust

To watch o'er the fate of the fair;

Perhaps the soft thought of her breast With rapture more favour'd to warm; Perhaps, if with sorrow oppress'd,

Her sorrow with patience to arm.

Then! then! in the tenderest part

May I whisper, "Poor COLIN was true;" And mark if a heave of her heart The thought of her COLIN pursue.

THE PUPIL.

A FRAGMENT.

****"BUT as to the higher part of education, Mr Harley, the culture of the mind;-let the feelings be awakened, let the heart be brought forward to its object, placed in the light in which nature would have it stand, and its decisions will ever be just. The world

"Will smile, and smile, and be a villain ;"

and the youth, who does not suspect its deceit, will be content to smile with it. His teachers will put on the most forbidding aspect in nature, and tell him of the beauty of virtue.

"I have not, under these grey hairs, forgotten, that I was once a young man, warm in the pursuit of pleasure, but meaning to be honest as well as happy. I had ideas of virtue, of honour, of benevolence, which I had never been at the pains to define; but I felt my bosom heave at the thoughts of them, and I made the most delightful soliloquies. It is impossible,' said I, that there can be half so many rogues as are imagined.'

"I travelled, because it is the fashion for young men of my fortune to travel: I had a travelling tutor, which is the fashion too; but my tutor was a gentleman, which is not always the fashion for tutors to be. His gentility indeed was all he had from his father, whose prodigality had not left him a shilling to support it.

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"I have a favour to ask of you, my dear Mountford,' said my father, which I will not be refused. You have travelled as became a man; neither France nor Italy have made any thing of Mountford, which Mountford before he left England would have been ashamed of: my son Edward goes abroad; would you take him under your protection?'-He blushed-my father's face was scarlet-he pressed his hand to his bosom, as if he had said,-iny heart does not mean to offend you. Mountford sighed twice I am a proud fool,' said he, and you will pardon it;-there! (he sighed again) I can hear of dependence, since it is dependence on my Sedley. Dependence!' answered my father; 'there can be no such word between us: what is there in 9000l. a-year that should make me unworthy of Mountford's friendship?'--They

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embraced; and soon after, I set out on my travels, with Mountford for my guardian.

"We were at Milan, where my father happened to have an Italian friend to whom he had been of some service in England. The Count, for he was of quality, was solicitous to return the obligation, by a particular attention to his son; we lived in his palace, visited with his family, were caressed by his friends, and I began to be so well pleased with my entertainment, that I thought of England as of some foreign country.

"The Count had a son not much older than myself. At that age a friend is an easy acquisition; we were friends the first night of our acquaintance.

"He introduced me into the company of a set of young gentlemen, whose fortunes gave them the command of pleasure, and whose inclinations incited them to the purchase. After having spent some joyous evenings in their society, it became a sort of habit which I could not miss without uneasiness; and our meetings, which before were frequent, were now stated and regular.

and grasping his hand, 'My dearest sir,' said he, 'my father is likely to do well; he will live to pray for you, and to bless you; yes, he will bless you, though you are an Englishman, and some other hard word that the monk talked of this morning, which I have forgot, but it meant that you should not go to heaven; but he shall go to heaven, said I, for he has saved my father: come and see him, sir, that we may be happy.' 'My dear, I am engaged at present with this gentleman.' But he shall come along with you; he is an Englishman too, I fancy; he shall come and learn how an Englishman may go to heaven.'-Mountford smiled, and we followed the boy together.

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"After crossing the next street, we arrived at the gate of a prison. I seemed surprised at the sight; our little conductor observed it. Are you afraid, sir?' said he; I was afraid once too, but my father and mother are here, and I am never afraid when I am with them. He took my hand, and led me through a dark passage that fronted the gate. When we came to a little door at the end, he tapped; a boy, still younger than himself, opened it to receive us. Mountford entered with a look in which was pictured the benign assurance of a superior being. I followed in silence and amazement.

"Sometimes in the pauses of our mirth, gaming was introduced as an amusement; it was an art in which I was a novice. I received instruction, as other novices do, by losing pretty "On something like a bed, lay a man, with largely to my teachers. Nor was this the only a face seemingly emaciated with sickness, and a evil which Mountford foresaw would arise from look of patient dejection; a bundle of dirty the connexion I had formed; but a lecture of sour shreds served him for a pillow; but he had a betinjunctions was not his method of reclaiming. ter support-the arm of a female who kneeled He sometimes asked me questions about the beside him, beautiful as an angel, but with a company; but they were such as the curiosity fading languor in her countenance, the still life of any indifferent man might have prompted: I of melancholy, that seemed to borrow its shade told him of their wit, their eloquence, their from the object on which she gazed. There was warmth of friendship, and their sensibility of a tear in her eye;-the sick man kissed it off in heart: And their honour,' said I, laying my its bud, smiling through the dimness of his own! hand on my breast, 'is unquestionable.' Mount--when she saw Mountford, she crawled forford seemed to rejoice at my good fortune, and begged that I would introduce him to their acquaintance. At the next meeting I introduced him accordingly.

"The conversation was as animated as usual: they displayed all that sprightliness and goodhumour which my praises had led Mountford to expect; subjects too of sentiment occurred, and their speeches, particularly those of our friend the son of Count Respino, glowed with the warmth of honour, and softened into the tenderness of feeling. Mountford was charmed with his companions; when we parted, he made the highest eulogiums upon them: When shall we see them again?' said he. I was delighted with the demand, and promised to reconduct him on the morrow.

"In going to their place of rendezvous, he took me a little out of the road, to see, as he told me, the performances of a young statuary. When we were near the house in which Mountford said he lived, a boy about seven years old crossed us in the street. At sight of Montford he stopped,

ward on the ground, and clasped his knees; he raised her from the floor; she threw her arms round his neck, and sobbed out a speech of thankfulness, eloquent beyond the power of language.

"Compose yourself, my love,' said the man on the bed; but he, whose goodness has caused that emotion, will pardon its effects.'-' How is this, Mountford?' said I; 'what do I see? what must I do?'-' You see,' replied the stranger, a wretch sunk in poverty, starving in prison, stretched on a sick-bed! But that is little : -there are his wife and children, wanting the bread which he has not to give them! Yet you cannot easily imagine the conscious serenity of his mind; in the gripe of affliction, his heart swells with the pride of virtue! it can even look down with pity on the man whose cruelty has wrung it almost to bursting. You are, I fancy, a friend of Mr Mountford's; come nearer, and I'll tell you; for, short as my story is, I can hardly command breath enough for the recital. The son of Count Respino (I started as if I had

trod on a viper) has long had a criminal passion for my wife; this her prudence had concealed from me; but he had lately the boldness to declare it to myself. He promised me affluence in exchange for honour; and threatened misery, as its attendant, if I kept it. I treated him with the contempt he deserved: the consequence was, that he hired a couple of bravoes, (for I am persuaded they acted under his direction,) who attempted to assassinate me in the street; but I made such a defence as obliged them to fly, after having given me two or three stabs, none of which, however, were mortal. But his revenge was not thus to be disappointed: in the little dealings of my trade I had contracted some debts, of which he had made himself master for my ruin. I was confined here at his suit, when not yet recovered from the wounds I had received; this dear woman, and these two boys, followed me, that we might starve together; but Providence interposed, and sent Mr Mountford to our support: he has relieved my family from the gnawings of hunger, and rescued me from death, to which a fever, consequent on my wounds, and increased by the want of every necessary, had almost reduced me.'

"Inhuman villain!' I exclaimed, lifting up 'Inhuman indeed!' said my eyes to heaven.

the lovely woman who stood at my side: 'Alas! sir, what had we done to offend him? what had these little ones done, that they should perish in the toils of his vengeance?'-I reached a pen which stood in the ink-standish at the bed-side -May I ask what is the amount of the sum for which you are imprisoned?'-'I was able,' he replied, to pay all but 500 crowns.'-I wrote a draught on the banker with whom I had a credit from my father for 2500, and presenting it to the stranger's wife, 'You will receive, madam, on presenting this note, a sum more than sufficient for your husband's discharge; the remainder I leave for his industry to improve.' I would have left the room: each of them laid hold of one of my hands; the children clung to my coat :-Oh! Mr Harley, methinks I feel their gentle violence at this moment; it beats here with delight inexpressible! Stay, sir,' said he, 'I do not mean attempting to thank you; (he took a pocketbook from under his pillow;) let me but know what name I shall place here next to Mr Mountford?'-'Sedley'-he writ it down-'An Englishman too, I presume.' He shall go to heaven notwithstanding,' said the boy who had been our guide. It began to be too much for me; I squeezed his hand that was clasped in mine; his wife's I pressed to my lips, and burst from the place, to give vent to the feelings that laboured within me.

"Oh! Mountford!' said I, when he had overtaken me at the door. It is time,' replied he, that we should think of our appointment; young Respino and his friends are waiting us.'

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'When you receive this, I am at a distance from Milan. Accept of my thanks for the civilities I have received from you and your family. As to the friendship with which you were pleased to honour me, the prison, which I have just left, has exhibited a scene to cancel it for ever. You may possibly be merry with your companions at my weakness, as I suppose you will term it. I give you leave for derision: you may affect a triumph; I shall feel it.

'EDWARD SEDLEY.'

"You may send this if you will,' said Mountford, coolly; but still Respino is a man of honour; the world will continue to call him so. It is probable,' I answered, they may; I envy not the appellation. If this is the world's honour, if these men are the guides of its manners Tut!' said Mountford,' do you eat macaroni ?'".

[At this place had the greatest depredations of the Curate begun. There were so very few connected passages of the subsequent chapters remaining, that even the partiality of an editor could not offer them to the public. I discovered, from some scattered sentences, that they were of much the same tenor with the preceding; recitals of little adventures, in which the dispositions of a man, sensible to judge, and still more warm to feel, had room to unfold themselves. Some instruction, and some example, I make no doubt, they contained; but it is likely that many of those, whom chance has led to a perusal of what I have already presented, may have read it with little pleasure, and will feel no disappointment from the want of those parts which I have been unable to procure: to such as may have expected the intricacies of a novel, a few incidents in a life undistinguished, except by some features of the heart, cannot have afforded much entertainment.

Harley's own story, from the mutilated passages I have mentioned, as well as from some inquiries I was at the trouble of making in the country, I found to have been simple to excess. His mistress, I could perceive, was not married to Sir Harry Benson: but it would seem, by one of the following chapters, which is still entire, that Harley had not profited on the occasion by making any declaration of his own passion, after those of the other had been unsuccessful. The state of his health, for some part of this period, appears to have been such as to forbid any thoughts of that kind: he had been scized with a very dangerous fever, caught by at

tending old Edwards in one of an infectious kind. From this he had recovered but imperfectly, and though he had no formed complaint, his health was manifestly on the decline.

It appears that the sagacity of some friend had at length pointed out to his aunt a cause from which this might be supposed to proceed, to wit, his hopeless love for Miss Walton; for, according to the conceptions of the world, the love of a man of Harley's fortune for the heiress of 4000l. a-year, is indeed desperate. Whether it was so in this case may be gathered from the next chapter, which, with the two subsequent, concluding the performance, have escaped those accidents that proved fatal to the rest.

CHAP. LV.

He sees Miss Walton, and is happy.

HARLEY was one of those few friends whom the malevolence of fortune had yet left me: I could not, therefore, but be sensibly concerned for his present indisposition; there seldom passed a day on which I did not make inquiry about him.

The physician who attended him had informed me the evening before, that he thought him considerably better than he had been for some time past. I called next morning to be confirmed in a piece of intelligence so welcome

to me.

When I entered his apartment, I found him sitting on a couch, leaning on his hand, with his eye turned upwards in the attitude of thoughtful inspiration. His look had always an open benignity, which commanded esteem; there was now something more-a gentle triumph in it.

He rose, and met me with his usual kindness. When I gave him the good accounts I had had from his physician, "I am foolish enough," said he, "to rely but little, in this instance, upon physic: my presentiment may be false; but I think I feel myself approaching to my end, by steps so easy, that they woo me to approach it.

"There is a certain dignity in retiring from life at a time when the infirmities of age have not sapped our faculties. This world, my dear Charles, was a scene in which I never much delighted. I was not formed for the bustle of the busy, nor the dissipation of the gay; a thousand things occurred, where I blushed for the impropriety of my conduct when I thought on the world, though my reason told me I should have blushed to have done otherwise. It was a scene of dissimulation, of restraint, of disappointment. I leave it to enter on that state, which I have learned to believe is replete with the genuine happiness attendant upon virtue. look back on the tenor of my life, with the con

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sciousness of few great offences to account for. There are blemishes, I confess, which deform in some degree the picture. But I know the benignity of the Supreme Being, and rejoice at the thoughts of its exercise in my favour. My mind expands at the thought that I shall enter into the society of the blessed, wise as angels, with the simplicity of children." He had, by this time, clasped my hand, and found it wet by a tear which had just fallen upon it. His eye began to moisten too-we sat for some time silent. At last, with an attempt to a look of more composure, "There are some remembrances," said Harley, "which rise involuntarily on my heart, and make me almost wish to live. I have been blessed with a few friends, who redeem my opinion of mankind. I recollect, with the tenderest emotion, the scenes of pleasure I have passed among them; but we shall meet again, my friend, never to be separated. There are some feelings, which, perhaps, are too tender to be suffered by the world. The world is in general selfish, interested, and unthinking, and throws the imputation of romance, or melancholy, on every temper more susceptible than its own. I cannot think but in those regions which I contemplate, if there is any thing of mortality left about us, that these feelings will subsist:-they are called,-perhaps they areweaknesses here;-but there may be some better modifications of them in heaven, which may deserve the name of virtues." He sighed as he spoke these last words. He had scarcely finished them, when the door opened, and his aunt appeared, leading in Miss Walton. "My dear," says she," here is Miss Walton, who has been so kind as to come and inquire for you herself." I could observe a transient glow upon his face. He rose from his seat-"If to know Miss Walton's goodness," said he, " be a title to deserve it, I have some claim." She begged him to resume his seat, and placed herself on the sofa beside him. I took my leave. Mrs Margery accompanied me to the door. He was left with Miss Walton alone. She inquired anxiously about his health. "I believe," said he, "from the accounts which my physicians unwillingly give me, that they have no great hopes of my recovery."-She started as he spoke; but, recollecting herself immediately, endeavoured to flatter him into a belief that his apprehensions were groundless. "I know," said he, " that it is usual with persons at my time of life to have these hopes, which your kindness suggests; but I would not wish to be deceived. To meet death as becomes a man, is a privilege bestowed on few.-I would endeavour to make it mine; nor do I think that I can ever be better prepared for it than now:-It is that chiefly which determines the fitness of its approach."-" Those sentiments," answered Miss Walton, 66 are just; but your good sense, Mr Harley, will own, that life has its proper value.

-As the province of virtue, life is ennobled : as such, it is to be desired. To virtue has the Supreme Director of all things assigned rewards enough even here to fix its attachment." The subject began to overpower her.-Harley lifted his eyes from the ground-" There are," said he, in a very low voice, " there are attachments, Miss Walton-" His glance met hers-They both betrayed a confusion, and were both instantly withdrawn.-He paused some moments-" I am in such a state as calls for sincerity, let that also excuse it-It is perhaps the last time we shall ever meet. I feel something particularly solemn in the acknowledgment, yet my heart swells to make it, awed as it is by a sense of my presumption, by a sense of your perfections"-He paused again" Let it not offend you, to know their power over one so unworthy-it will, I believe, soon cease to beat, even with that feeling which it shall lose the latest. To love Miss Walton could not be a crime ;-if to declare it is one-the expiation will be made."-Her tears were now flowing without control." Let me intreat you," said she, "to have better hopes-Let not life be so indifferent to you; if my wishes can put any value on it-I will not pretend to misunderstand you I know your worth-I have known it long-I have esteemed it-What would you have me to say?—I have loved it as it deserved."-He seized her hand-a languid colour reddened his cheek-a smile brightened faintly in his eye. As he gazed on her, it grew dim, it fixed, it closed-He sighed and fell back on his seat-Miss Walton screamed at the sightHis aunt and the servants rushed into the room -They found them lying motionless together. -His physician happened to call at that instant. Every art was tried to recover themWith Miss Walton they succeeded-But Harley was gone for ever!

CHAP. LVI.

The Emotions of the Heart.

I ENTERED the room where his body lay; I approached it with reverence, not fear; I looked; the recollection of the past crowded upon me. I saw that form which, but a little before, was animated with a soul which did honour to humanity, stretched without sense or feeling before me. 'Tis a connexion we cannot easily forget:-I took his hand in mine; I repeated his name involuntarily ;-I felt a pulse in every vein at the sound. I looked earnestly in his face; his eye was closed, his lip pale and mo

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tionless. There is an enthusiasm in sorrow that forgets impossibility; I wondered that it was The sight drew a prayer from my heart: it was the voice of frailty and of man! the confusion of my mind began to subside into thought; I had time to weep.

I turned with the last farewell upon my lips, when I observed old Edwards standing behind me. I looked him full in the face; but his eye was fixed on another object: he pressed between me and the bed, and stood gazing on the breathless remains of his benefactor. I spoke to him I know not what; but he took no notice of what I said, and remained in the same attitude as before. He stood some minutes in that posture, then turned and walked towards the door. He paused as he went ;-he returned a second time: I could observe his lips move as he looked; but the voice they would have uttered was lost. He attempted going again; and a third time he returned as before.-I saw him wipe his cheek; then, covering his face with his hands, his breast heaving with the most convulsive throbs, he flung out of the

room.

THE CONCLUSION.

He had hinted that he should like to be buried in a certain spot near the grave of his mother. This is a weakness; but it is universally incident to humanity: 'tis at least a memorial for those who survive: for some indeed slender memorial will serve; and the soft affections, when they are busy that way, will build their structures, were it but on the paring of a nail.

He was buried in the place he had desired. It was shaded by an old tree, the only one in the church-yard, in which was a cavity worn by time. I have sat with him in it, and counted the tombs. The last time we passed there, methought he looked wistfully on the tree: there was a branch of it, that bent towards us, waving in the wind; he waved his hand, as if he mimicked its motion. There was something predictive in his look! perhaps it is foolish to remark it; but there are times and places when I am a child in those things.

I sometimes visit his grave; I sit in the hollow of the tree. It is worth a thousand homilies; every noble feeling rises within me! every beat of my heart awakens virtue!—but it will make you hate the world-No: there is such an air of gentleness around, that I can hate nothing; but, as to the world-I pity the men of it.

THE END OF THE MAN OF FEELING.

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