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so long oppressed. We have no wish ed every thing but that,” said she, unto bear hard upon a falling man; and, wittingly. With gentle force he suctherefore, shall make no comment ceeded in getting hold of the painfully upon the state of mind in which the ridiculous and contemptible effusion. person may be presumed to be, who He attempted faintly to smile several must be conscious that he has so long times as he went on. been enjoying the just rights of others. « Don't_don't, dearest Charles! Some extraordinary disclosures may be I can't bear it. Don't smileIt's very looked for when the trial comes on. far from your heart; you do it only We have heard from a quarter on
to assure me." which we are disposed to place reli- Here Mr Aubrey read the paraance, that the claimant is a gentleman graph concerning himself. His face of decided Whig principles, and who turned a little paler than before, and will prove a valuable accession to the his lips quivered with suppressed emoLiberal cause.
tion.” He is evidently a very foolish The tears very nearly forced their fellow !” he exclaimed, walking toway out of Mr Aubrey's eyes on wards the window, with his back to his reading this most unfeeling paragraph; sister, whom he did not wish to see but they had, with a strong effort, been how much he was affected by so petty dispersed just as Miss Aubrey enter- an incident. ed the room. Her brother quietly
" What does he allude to, Kate, folded up the paper and laid it aside, when he talks of your having spoken fearful lest his sister's feelings should angrily to him, and that he did not be pierced by so coarse and brutal a know you ?" he enquired, after a few paragraph, which, in fact, had been moments' pause, returning to her. concocted in London in the office of « Oh dear !--I am so grieved that Messrs Quirk, Gammon, and Snap, you should have noticed it--but since who were, as before stated, interested you ask me”-and she told him the in the Sunday Flash, which was occurrence alluded to in the letter. in some sort connected, through the Mr Aubrey drew himself up unconrelationship of the editors, with the sciously as Kate went on, and she
Yorkshire Stingo. The idea had perceived him becoming still paler been suggested by Gammon, of at- than before, and felt the kindling tempting to enlist the political feeling anger of his eye. of a portion of the county in favour of o Forget it forget it, dearest their client.
Charles ! - So despicable a being is “ Here are several letters for you, really not worth a thought,” said Kate," said her brother, picking se- Kate, with increasing anxiety ; for she veral of them out. The very first she had never in her life before witnessed took up, it having attracted her atten- her brother the subject of such powertion by the double seal, and the vulgar ful emotions as then made rigid his style of the handwriting, was that slender frame. At length, drawing from Titmouse, which has just been a long breathlaid before the reader. With much " It is fortunate, Kate,” said he surprise she opened the letter, her calmly, “that he is not a gentleman, brother being similarly engaged with and that I endeavour to be a Chrishis own; and her face getting gra- tian.” She flung her arms round dually paler and paler as she went on, him, exclaiming, “ There spoke my at length she flung it on the floor with own noble brother!" a passionate air and burst into tears. “I shall preserve this letter as a Her brother, with astonishment, ex- curiosity, Kate," said he presently; claimed," Dear Kate, what is it?" and with a pointed significance of and he rose and stooped to pick up manner, that arrested his sister's atthe letter.
tention, he added, "It is rather sin« Don't-don't, Charles !" she cried, gular, but some time before you came putting her foot upon it, and flinging in, I opened a letter in which your her arms round his neck.
name is mentioned — I cannot say in a audacious letter—a vulgar, a. cruel similar manter, and yet-in short, it letter, dear Charles !” Her emotion is from Lord de la Zouch, enclosing increased as her thoughts recurred to the heartless paragraph concerning Miss Aubrey suddenly blushed her brother with which the letter scarlet, and trembled violently. concluded. “ I could have overlook- “Don't be agitated, my dear Kate,
It is an
De would be”.
pod wie die the enclosure is from Lady de la over, and he knelt down beside his si gratin Zouch; and if it be in the same strain mother with her hand grasped in his, ir of kindness that pervades Lord de la “ despise not the chastening of the Olen Zouch's letter to me
Lord; neither be weary of his cor“ I would rather that you opened rection:
and read it, Charles"-she faltered, « For whom the Lord loveth he of t, dem sinking into a chair.
correcteth, even as a father the son “Come, come, dear Kate-play the in whom he delighteth. heart, w: woman!” said her brother, with an The Lord will not cast off for
affectionate air," To say that there ever ; laorex is nothing in these letters that I be- “ But though he cause grief, yet 1.Da hanke lieve will interest you—very deeply will he have compassion, according to part gratify and interest your feelings the multitude of his mercies.
• For he doth not afflict willingly, “I know-I-1-suspect-I"- nor grieve the children of men." Predik faltered Miss Aubrey, with much agi- It was with great difficulty that Dr tation-" I shall return."
Tatham could render himself audible " Then you shall take these letters while murmuring these soothing and na link with you, and read, or not read them solemn passages of scripture in the
as you like," said her brother, putting ear of his distracted friend, beside
the letters into her hand with a fond whom he knelt. of sex and sorrowful smile, that soon, how- Mrs Aubrey had suffered a paralyy and can ever, flitted away-and, leading her to tic seizure, and lay motionless and in
the door, he was once more alone; sensible ; her features slightly disfi. and, after a brief interval of reverie, he gured, but partially concealed beneath wrote answers to such of the many her long silvery grey hair, which had, letters before him as he considered in the suddenness of the fit, strayed earliest to require them.
from beneath her cap. Notwithstanding the judgment and But what am I about?” at length tenderness with which Dr Tatham exclaimed Mr Aubrey, with a languid discharged the very serious duty and alarmed air-" has medical assistwhich, at the entreaty of his afflicted ance friends, he had undertaken, of break- “ Dr Goddart and Mr Whateley ing to Mrs Aubrey the calamity with are both sent for by several servants, which she and her family were me. and will doubtless be very quickly naced, the effects of the disclosure had here," replied Dr Tatham; and while been most disastrous. They had pa. he yet spoke Mr Whateley-who, ralysed her; and Mr Aubrey, who when hastened on by the servant who had long been awaiting the issue, in had been sent for him, was entering sickening suspense, in an adjoining the park on a visit to young Mrs room, was hastily summoned in to be. Aubrey, who was also seriously ill and hold a mournful and heart-rending in peculiarly critical circumstances
His venerable mother entered the room, and immediately she who had given him life at the resorted to the necessary measures. mortal peril of her own; she whom Soon afterwards, also, Dr Goddart he cherished with unutterable tender. arrived ; but, alas, how little could ness and reverence; she who doated they do for the venerable sufferer! upon him as upon the light of her During the next, and for many eneyes ; from whose dear lips he had suing days, the lodge was assailed by never heard a word of unkindness or very many anxious and sympathizing severity ; whose heart had never enquirers, who were answered by known an impulse but of gentle, no- Waters, whom Mr Aubrey-oppressed ble, unbounded generosity towards all by the number of friends who hurried around her-this idolized being now up to the hall, and insisted upon seelay suddenly prostrated and blighted ing him to ascertain the extent to before him
which the dreadful rumours were corPoor Aubrey yielded to his long rect--had stationed there during the and violent agony, in the presence of day to afford the requisite information. her who could no longer hear, or see, The hall was pervaded by a gloom or be sensible of what was passing in that could be felt. Every servant had the chamber.
a wo-begone look, and moved about “My son," said Dr Tatham, after as if a funeral were stirring. Little the first burst of his friend's grief was Charles and Agnes, almost imprisoned
TTE LE said it is
in their nursery, seemed quite puzzled thou hast a man to contend with; nay, and confused at the strange unusual more, a CHRISTIAN MAN, who hath seriousness, and quietness, and melan- calmly girded up his loins against the choly faces every where about them. coming fight! Kate romped not with them as had 'Twas Sabbath evening, some five been her wont; but would constantly weeks or so after the happening of the burst into tears as she held them on mournful events above commemorated, her knee or in her arms, trying to and Kate, having spent as usual several evade the continual questioning of hours keeping watch beside the silent Charles. “ I think it will be time for and motionless figure of her mother, me to cry too by-and-by!” said he had quitted the chamber for a brief to her one day, with an air half in interval, thinking to relieve her opjest and half in earnest, that made pressed spirits by walking, for a little poor Kate's tears flow afresh. Sleep. while, up and down the long gallery. less nights and days of sorrow soon Having slowly paced backwards and
appearance. Her glo- forwards once or twice, she rested rious buoyancy of spirits, that ere- against the little oriel window at the while, as it were, had filled the whole furthest extremity of the gallery, and hall with gladness—where were they gazed, with saddened eye, upon the now? Ah, me! the rich bloom had setting sun, till at length, in calm disappeared from her beautiful cheek; grandeur, it disappeared beneath the but her high spirit, though oppressed, horizon. 'Twas to Kate a solemn and was not broken, and she stood firmly mournful sign; especially followed as and calmly amid the scowling skies it was by the deepening shadows and and lowering tempests. You fancied gloom of evening. She sighed; and, you saw her auburn tresses stirred with her hands crossed on her bosom, upon her pale but calm brow by the gazed, with a tearful eye, into the breath of the approaching storm; and darkening sky, where glittered the that she also felt it, but trembled not. brilliant evening star. Thus she reHer heart might be, indeed, bruised mained, a thousand pensive and tender and shaken ; but her spirit was, ay, thoughts passing through her mind, unconquerable. My glorious Kate, till the increasing chills of evening
. how my heart goes forth towards warned her to retire. you!
said she to herself, as she walked And thou, her brother, who art of slowly along, “and try to play the kindred spirit; who art supported by evening hymn-I may not have many philosophy, and exalted by religion, more opportunities !". With this view, so that ihy constancy cannot be shaken she gently opened the drawingroom or overthrown by the black and omin. door, and, glancing around, found that ous swell of trouble which is increan she should be alone. sing and closing around thee, I know the only light. She opened the organ that thou wilt outlive the storm-and with a sigh, and then sat down before yet it rocks thee!
it for some minutes -without touching A month or two may see thee and the keys. At length she struck them thine expelled from Old Yatton, and very gently, as if fearful of disturbing not merely having lost every thing, those who, she soon recollected, were but with a liability to thy successor too distant to hear her. Ah! how that will hang round thy neck like a many associations were stirred up as millstone. What, indeed, is to be she played over the simple and solemn come of you all? Whither will you air! At length, in a low and rather go? And your suffering mother, should tremulous voice, she begunshe survive so long, is her precious form to be borne away from Yatton ?
Soon will the evening star, with silver Around thee stand those who, if ray, thou fallest, will perish-and that thou
Shed its mild radiance o'er the sacred day; knowest: around thy calm, sorrowful,
Resume we, then, ere night and silence but erect figure, are a melancholy The rites which holiness and heaven or
reign, group-thy afflicted mother--the wife of thy bosom-thy two little children -thy brave and beautiful sister_Yet She sung the last line somewhat inthink not, Misfortune! that over distinctly; and, overcome by a flood this man thou art about to achieve thy of tender recollections, ceased playaccustomed triumphs, Here, behold ing; then, leaning her head upon her
6 I will gos
The fire gave
hand, she shed tears. At length she “ I hope not,” replied his sister, resumed
faintly, and in tears. “ Here humbly let us hope our Maker's “How did you leave Agnes, Charles ?" smile
“ She was asleep: she is still very Will crown with sweet success our earthly feeble". -Here the door was sudtoil
denly opened, and Miss Aubrey's maid And here, on each returning Sabbath, entered hastily, exclaiming, “ Are you join
here, ma'am ?-or sir ?" Here poor Kate's voice quivered- • Here we are," they replied, hur
and, after one or two ineffectual at- rying towards her; “ what is the matigos tempts to sing the next line, she ter?” sobbed, and ceased playing.
" Oh, madam is talking! She began Ce mained for several minutes, her face speaking all of a sudden. She did
buried in her handkerchief, shedding indeed, sir. She's talking, and”.
arms, overcome for a moment with the " Father of Heaven! in whom our hopes
sudden and surprising intelligence. confide,
• Rouse yourself, Kate!” he exWhose power defends us, and whose pre
claimed with animation ; ( did I not cepts guide
tell you that Heaven would not forIn life our guardian, and in death our
But I must hasten up stairs, friend,
to hear the joyful sounds with my own Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end!” ears—and do you follow as soon as
She played and sung these lines you can. Leaving her in the care with a kind of solemn energy; and
of her maid, he hastened out of the she felt as if a ray of heavenly light room up stairs, and was soon at the had trembled for a moment upon her door of his mother's chamber. He
upturned eye. She had not been, as she stood for a moment in the doorway, relat had supposed, alone ; in the farthest and his straining ears caught the gen
corner of the room had been all the tle tones of his mother's voice, speaking while sitting her brother—too exqui- in a low but cheerful tone. His knees sitely touched by the simplicity and trembled beneath him with joyful exgoodness of his sweet sister, to apprise citement. Fearful of trusting himself her of his presence.
Several times in her presence till he had become his feelings had nearly overpowered calmer, he noiselessly sunk on the and as she concluded, he arose
nearest chair, with beating heart and from his chair, and approaching her, straining ear-ay, every tone of that after her first surprise was over,
dear voice thrilled through his heart. “ Heaven bless you, dear Kate !" said
But I shall not torture my own or he, taking her little hands in his own. my reader's heart by dwelling upon Neither of them spoke for a few mo.
the scene that ensued. Alas! the ven. ments.
erable sufferer's tongue was indeed “ I could not have sung a line, or
loosed ;-but reason had fled! He played, if I had known that you were listened—he distinguished her words.
She supposed that all her children “ I thought so, Kate."
dead and alive-were romping about “ I don't think I shall ever have her; she spoke of him and his sister heart to play again."
as she had spoken to them twenty • Be assured, Kate, that submission years ago. to the will of God," said Mr Aubrey,
As soon as he had made this sad as, he with his arm round his sister, discovery, overwhelmed with grief he they walked slowly to and fro, " is staggered out of the room; and mothe great lesson to be learned from the tioning his sister, who was entering, troubles of life; and for that purpose
into an adjoining apartment, commuthey are sent. Let us bear up awhile; nicated to her the mournful condition the waters will not go over
of her mother. heads!"
NO, CCXCY, VOL. XLVII,
LINES ON THE SALE OF THE BLACK ARAB, THE GIFT OF THE
IMAUM OF MUSCAT. Yes ! it is well that he should go, And, in his generous veins, the same
The matchless present of a king, Free spirit would have lived and From ends so vile, and thoughts so low, glow'd. As round the soul of England cling.
Such were the fearless few who stood He was a horse for days of old,
Around a trembling tyrant's throne, When British hearts were firm and Eager to shed their dearest blood true,
On freedom's primal altar-stone. Unfit for times so mean and cold, And that the greedy pedlars knew; Such were the giants who upsprung
Round her who crush'd insulting They cared not, when to stranger-men Spain, The courteous monarch's gift was When, from our arms and hearts, we sent;
flung That link'd therewith, for ever then The fragments of the papal chain. The honour of the people went.
Such who, in old manorial halls, They care not that the shameful tale Which yet with loyal echoes ring, Throughout the wavering East is Live still along the storied walls borne,
In armour for an outraged king. Making the sellers, and the sale, A mark for just and hostile scorn. Knights who at Naseby stood, and
died What though with throbbing hearts Unbroken by the Roundhead boor,
Or from broad death. wounds swell'd Strange terrors rushing from afar,
the tide And daily rather feel than hear
Of faithful blood on Marston moor. The stealthy tread of Russian war?
But Faith, and Truth, and Chivalry, Great thoughts, great deeds, and feel- And emanating powers, have fled ; ings high,
The veins of the worn earth are dry, The sunshine of our British past, By which each mighty growth was All they can neither sell nor buy,
fed. To heaven or hell away they cast.
Scarce, through the gathering dim. Yes ! it is well that he should go,
The matchless present of a king, True-hearted heir of ancient worth From ends so vile, and thoughts so Shines, like the last ray of the sun, low,
The night before the floods went As round the soul of England cling. forth.