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you,-passed you in the street without me, half sulky enough. Adverting to the notice. To be sure, he is something short- world in general (as these circles in the mind sighted; and it was in your power to have will spread to infinity), reflect with what accosted him. But facts and sane inferences strange injustice you have been treated in are trifles to a true adept in the science of quarters where (setting gratitude and the dissatisfaction. He must have seen you ; expectation of friendly returns aside as and S, who was with him, must have chimeras) you pretended no claim beyond been the cause of the contempt. It galls justice, the naked due of all men. Think you, and well it may. But have patience. the very idea of right and fit fled from the Go home, and make the worst of it, and you earth, or your breast the solitary receptacle

a made man from this time. Shut of it, till you have swelled yourself into at yourself up, and—rejecting, as an enemy to least one hemisphere ; the other being the your peace, every whispering suggestion vast Arabia Stony of your friends and the that but insinuates there may be a mistake world aforesaid. To grow bigger every -reflect seriously upon the many lesser moment in your own conceit, and the world instances which you had begun to perceive, to lessen ; to deify yourself at the expense in proof of your friend's disaffection towards of your species ; to judge the world—this is you. None of them singly was much to the the acme and supreme point of your mystery purpose, but the aggregate weight is positive; -these the true PLEASURES of SULKINESS. and you have this last affront to clench We profess no more of this grand secret them. Thus far the process is anything but than what ourself experimented on agreeable. But now to your relief comes in rainy afternoon in the last week, sulking in the comparative faculty. You conjure up our study. We had proceeded to the penul. all the kind feelings you have had for your timate point, at which the true adept seldom friend ; what you have been to him, and stops, where the consideration of benefit what you would have been to him, if he forgot is about to merge in the meditation would have suffered you ; how you defended of general injustice—when a knock at the him in this or that place ; and his good door was followed by the entrance of the name—his literary reputation, and so forth, very friend whose not seeing of us in the was always dearer to you than your own ! morning (for we will now confess the case Your heart, spite of itself, yearns towards our own), an accidental oversight, had given him. You could weep tears of blood but for rise to so much agreeable generalisation ! a restraining pride. How say you ! do you To mortify us still more, and take down the not yet begin to apprehend a comfort ?- whole flattering superstructure which pride some allay of sweetness in the bitter waters? had piled upon neglect, he had brought in Stop not here, nor penuriously cheat yourself his hand the identical S- -, in whose of your reversions. You are on vantage favour we had suspected him of the contuground. Enlarge your speculations, and macy. Asseverations were needless, where take in the rest of your friends, as a spark the frank manner of them both was conkindles more sparks. Was there one among victive of the injurious nature of the them who has not to you proved hollow, suspicion. We fancied that they perceived false, slippery as water? Begin to think our embarrassment; but were too proud, or that the relation itself is inconsistent with something else, to confess to the secret of it. mortality. That the very idea of friendship, We had been but too lately in the condition with its component parts, as honour, fidelity, of the noble patient in Argos :steadiness, exists but in your single bosom.

Qui se credebat miros audire tragedos, Image yourself to yourself, as the only

In vacuo lætus sessor plausorque theatropossible friend in a world incapable of that communion. Now the gloom thickens. The and could have exclaimed with equal reason little star of self-love twinkles, that is to against the friendly hands that cured usencourage you through deeper glooms than

Pol, me occidistis, amici, this. You are not yet at the half point of

Non servâstis, ait; cui sic extorta voluptas, your elevation. You are not yet, believe Et demptus per vim mentis gratissimus error.





FORGIVE me, BURNEY, if to thee these late
And hasty products of a critic pen,
Thyself no common judge of books and men,
In feeling of thy worth I dedicate.
My verse was offered to an older friend ;
The humbler prose has fallen to thy share:
Nor could I miss the occasion to declare,
What spoken in thy presence must offend-
That, set aside some few caprices wild,
Those humourous clouds that flit o'er brightest days,
In all my threadings of this worldly maze,
(And I have watched thee almost from a child),
Free from self-seeking, envy,

low design,
I have not found a whiter soul than thine.

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destitute, without fortune or friends : she

went with her grandmother. In all this It was noontide. The sun was very hot. time she had served her faithfully and An old gentlewoman sat spinning in a little lovingly. arbour at the door of her cottage. She was Old Margaret Gray, when she first came blind ; and her grand-daughter was reading into these parts, had eyes, and could see. the Bible to her. The old lady had just left The neighbours said, they had been dimmed her work, to attend to the story of Ruth. by weeping : be that as it may, she was

“Orpah kissed her mother-in-law; but latterly grown quite blind. “God is very Ruth clave unto her.” It was a passage she good to us, child ; I can feel you yet.” This could not let pass without a comment. The she would sometimes say ; and we need not moral she drew from it was not very new, wonder to hear, that Rosamund clave unto to be sure. The girl had heard it a hundred her grandmother. times before-and a hundred times more she Margaret retained a spirit unbroken by could have heard it, without suspecting it to calamity. There was a principle within, be tedious. Rosamund loved her grand- which it seemed as if no outward circummother.

stances could reach. It was a religious The old lady loved Rosamund too; and principle, and she had taught it to Rosamund; she had reason for so doing. Rosamund was for the girl had mostly resided with her to her at once a child and a servant. She grandmother from her earliest years. Indeed had only her left in the world. They two she had taught her all that she knew herself ; lived together.

and the old lady's knowledge did not extend They had once known better days. The a vast way. story of Rosamund's parents, their failure, Margaret had drawn her maxims from their folly,and distresses, may be told another observation ; and a pretty long experience time. Our tale hath grief enough in it. in life had contributed to make her, at times,

It was now about a year and a half since a little positive : but Rosamund never argued old Margaret Gray had sold off all her with her grandmother. effects, to pay the debts of Rosamund's Their library consisted chiefly in a large father—just after the mother had died of a family Bible, with notes and expositions by broken heart ; for her husband had fled his various learned expositors, from Bishop country to hide his shame in a foreign land. Jewell downwards. At that period the old lady retired to a small This might never be suffered to lie about cottage in the village of Widford in Hert- like other books, but was kept constantly fordshire.

wrapt up in a handsome case of green velvet, Rosamund, in her thirteenth year, was left with gold tassels—the only relic of departed

grandeur they had brought with them to the have you think about them sometimes-it cottage—everything else of value had been would be strange if you did not; but I fear, sold off for the purpose above mentioned. Rosamund—I fear, girl, you sometimes think

This Bible Rosamund, when a child, had too deeply about your own situation and never dared to open without permission ; poor prospects in life. When you do so, you and even yet, from habit, continued the do wrong-remember the naughty rich man custom. Margaret had parted with none of in the parable. He never had any good her authority ; indeed it was never exerted thoughts about God, and his religion : and with much harshness; and happy was that might have been your case.” Rosamund, though a girl grown, when she Rosamund, at these times, could not reply could obtain leave to read her Bible. It was to her ; she was not in the habit of arguing a treasure too valuable for an indiscriminate with her grandmother ; so she was quite use; and Märgaret still pointed out to her silent on these occasions—or else the girl grand-daughter where to read.

knew well enough herself, that she had only Besides this, they had the “ Complete been sad to think of the desolate condition Angler, or Contemplative Man's Recreation,” | of her best friend, to see her, in her old age, with cuts—“Pilgrim's Progress,” the first so infirm and blind. But she had never been part-a Cookery Book, with a few dry sprigs used to make excuses, when the old lady of rosemary and lavender stuck here and said she was doing wrong. there between the leaves, (I suppose to point The neighbours were all very kind to to some of the old lady's most favourite them. The veriest rustics never passed receipts,) and there was “Wither's Emblems,” them without a bow, or a pulling off of the an old book, and quaint. The old-fashioned hat — some show of courtesy, awkward pictures in this last book were among the indeed, but affectionate-with a “Goodfirst exciters of the infant Rosamund's morrow, madam,” or “young madam,” as it curiosity. Her contemplation had fed upon might happen, them in rather older years.

Rude and savage natures, who seem born Rosamund had not read many books with a propensity to express contempt for besides these; or if any, they had been only anything that looks like prosperity, yet felt occasional companions : these

to respect for its declining lustre. Rosamund as old friends, that she had long The farmers, and better sort of people, (as known. I know not whether the peculiar they are called,) all promised to provide for cast of her mind might not be traced, in part, Rosamund when her grandmother should to a tincture she had received, early in life, die. Margaret trusted in God and believed from Walton and Wither, from John Bunyan them. and her Bible.

She used to say, “I have lived many Rosamund's mind was pensive and re- years in the world, and have never known flective, rather than what passes usually for people, good people, to be left without some clever or acute. From a child she was friend ; a relation, a benefactor, a something. remarkably shy and thoughtful—this was God knows our wants—that it is not good taken for stupidity and want of feeling ; and for man or woman to be alone ; and he the child has been sometimes whipt for being always sends us a helpmate, a leaning place, a stubborn thing, when her little heart was

a somewhat.Upon this sure ground of almost bursting with affection.

experience, did Margaret build her trust in Even now her grandmother would often Providence. reprove her, when she found her too grave or melancholy; give her sprightly lectures about good-humour and rational mirth ; and not unfrequently fall a-crying herself,

CHAPTER II. to the great discredit of her lecture. Those tears endeared her the more to Rosamund. ROSAMUND had just made an end of her

Margaret would say, “ Child, I love you to story, (as I was about to relate,) and was cry, when I think you are only remembering listening to the application of the moral, your poor dear father and mother ;-I would l(which said application she was old enough


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