Imatges de pÓgina

The following scene is delineated with a masterly hand:

. On the evening of the second, Mr. Falkland arrived, accompanied by Dr. Arnold, the physician by whom she had previously been attended. The scene he was called upon to witness, was such as to be most exquisitely agonizing to a man of his acute sensibility. The news of the arreit had given him an inexpressible shock; he was transported out of himself at the unexampled malignity of its author. But, when he saw the figure of miss-Melvile, haggard, and a warrant of death written in her countenance, a victim to the diabolical paflions of her kinsman, the scene seemed too much to be endured. When he entered, she was in the midst of one of her fits of delirium, and immediately mistook her visitors for two affarsins. She asked, where they had hid her Falkland, her lord, her life, her husband! and demanded that they should restore to her his mangled corpse, that she might embrace him with her dying arms, breathe her last upon his lips, and be buried in the same grave. She reproached them with the fordidness of their conduct in becoming the tools of her vile couín, who had deprived her of her reafon, and would never be contented till he had murdered her. Mr. Falkland tore himself away from this painful scene, and, leaving Dr. Arnold with his patient, vesired him, when he had given the neceffary directions, to folloiy him to his inn.

• The perpetual hurry of spirits in which miss Melvile had for several days been kept by the nature of her indisposition, was extremely exhausting to her; and in about an hour from the visit of Mr. Falkland her delirium subsided, and left her in so low a state, as to render it difficult to perceive any marks of life. Dr. Arnold, who had before withdrawn, to soothe, if poflible, the disturbed and impatient thoughts of Mr. Falkland, was summoned afresh upon this change of symptoms, and sat by the bed-lide during the remainder of the night. The situation of his patient was such as to keep him in momentary apprehension of her decease. While miss Meivile lay in this feeble and exhausted condition, Mrs. Hammond betrayed every token of the tenderest anxiety. Her sensibility was habitually of the acutest fort, and the qualities of Emily were such as powerfully to fix her affection. She loved her like a mother. Dpon the present occafion every. found, every motion made her tremble. Dr. Arnold had introduced another nurse in consideration of the inceffant fatigue Mrs. Hammond had undergone; and he endeavoured by representations, and even by authority, to compel her to quit the apartment of the patient. But she was uncontrolable ; and he at length found that he fhould probably do her more injury, by the violence that would be necessary to separate her from the fuffering innocent, than by allowing her to follow her own inclinations. Her eye was a thousand times turned with the most eager curiouty iipon the countenance of Dr. Arnold, without her daring


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to breathe a question respecting his opinion, lest he should answer her by a communication of the most fatal tidings. In the mean time, the listened with the deepest attention to every thing that dropped either from the physician or the nurse, hoping as it were to collect from some oblique hint, the intelligence which the had not courage expressly to require.

• Towards morning the state of the patient seemed to take a favourable turn. She dozed for near two hours, and, when the awoke, appeared perfectly calm and sensible. Understanding that Mr. Falkland had brought the physician to attend her, and was himself in the neighbourhood, she requested to see him. Mr. Falkland had gone in the mean time with one of his tenants tó bail the debt, and now entered the prison to inquire whether the young lady might be safely removed from her present miserable residence, to a more airy and commodious apartment. When he appeared, the fight of him revived in the mind of miss Melvile, an imperfect recollection of the wanderings of her delirium. She covered her face with her hand, and betrayed the most expressive confusion, while she thanked him with her usual unaffected fimplicity, for all the trouble he had taken. She hoped she should not give him much more; The should get better. It was a shame, she said, if a young and lively girl as she was, could not contrive to outlive the trifling misfortunes to which she had been subjected. But, while the said this, she was still extremely weak. She tried to assume a cheerful countenance; but it was a faint effort, which the feeble siate of her frame did not seem sufficient to support. Mr. Falkland and the doctor joined to request her to keep herself quiet, and to avoid, for the present, all occasions of exertion.

• Encouraged by these appearances, Mrs. Hammond now ventured to follow the two gentlemen out of the room, in order to learn from the physician what hopes he entertained. Dr. Arnold acknowledged that he had found his patient at first in a very unfavourable situation, that the symptoms were changed for the better, and that he was not without some expectation of her recovery. He added, however, that he could answer for nothing, that the next twelve hours would be exceedingly critical, but that, if fhe did not grow worse before morning, he would then undertake to answer for her life. Mrs. Hammond, who had hitherto seen nothing but despair, now became frantic with joy. She burst into tears of transport, blessed the physician in the most emphatic and impaffioned terms, and uttered a thousand extravagances. Dr. Arnold seized this opportunity to press her to give herself a little repofe, to which the confented, a chamber being first procurod for her next to that of mifs Melvile, and the having charged the nurse to give her notice of any alteration in the patient.

• Mrs. Hammond enjoyed an interrupted seep of several hours, when, towards the afternoon, sie was alırmed by an unusual buftle in the next room. She liftened for a few moments, and then determined to go and see what was the occasion of it. As she opened her door for that purpose, she met the nurse who was coming to her. The countenance of the messenger told her what it was she had to communicate, without the use of words. She hurried to the bedside, and found miis Mielvile expiring. The appearances that had at first been so encouraging, were but of short duration. The calm of the morning proved to be only a fort of lightning before death. In a few hours the paticnt grew worse. The bloom of her countenance faded; she drew her breath with difficulty ; and her eyes became fixed. Dr. Arnold had come in at this period, and had immediately perceived that all was over. She was for some time in convulsions; but, these fubhiding, the addressed the physician with a composed, though feeble voice. She thanked him for his attention; and expresled the most lively sense of her obligations to Mr. Falk land. She fincerely forgave her coulin, and hoped he might never be visited by too acute a recoilcction of his barburity to her. She would have been contented to live; sew persons had a sincerer relish of the good things of life; but the was well pleated to die rather than have become the wife of Grimes. As Mrs. Hammond entered, she turned her countenance towards her, and with an affectionate expression repeated her name. These were her last words; in less than two hours from that time, fię breathed her last in the arms of this faithful friend.'

The revenge of an irritated and unprincipled woman is depicted in the ensuing scene :

• Such were the meditations which now occupied my mind. At length I grew fatigued with continued contemplation, and to relieve myself I pulled out a pocket Horace, the legacy of my beloved Brightwell! I read with avidity the epistle in which he so beautifully describes to Fuscus the grammarian, the pleasures of rural tranquillity and independence. By this time the fun rofe from behind the cafern hills, and I opened my calement to contemplate it. The day commenced with peculiar brilliancy, and was accompanied with all those charms, which the poets of nature, as they have been styled, have so much delighted to describe. There was something in this scene, particularly as fucceeding to the active exertions of intellect, that foothed the mind to compofure. Infenfibly a confused reverie invaded my faculties, I withdrew from the window, threw myself upon the bed, and fell asleep.

"I do not recollect the precise images which in this situation parted through my thoughts, but I know that they concluded with the idea of some person, the agent of Mr. Falkland, approaching to arfallinate me. This thought had probably been suggested, by the prca ject I ineditated of entering once again into the world, and throwing myselt within the sphere of his posible vengeance. I imagined


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t'uat the design of the murderer was to come upon me by surprise, that I was aware of this design, and yet by some fascination had no thought of evading it. I heard the steps of the murderer as he cautrously approached. I seemned to listen to his constrained, yet audible breathings. He came up to the corner where I was placed, and then stopped. The idea became too terrible, I started, opened my eyes, and beheld the execrable hag before mentioned, standing over me with a butcher's haichet. I fhifred my situation with a speed that feemed too swift for volition, and the blow already aimed at niy fcull, funk impotent upon the bed. Before she could wholly recover her posture, I sprung upon her, seized hold of the weapon, and had nearly wrested it from her. But in a moment the refumed her strength and her desperate purpose, and we had a furious itruggle ; Nie impelled by inveterate malice, and I refitting for my life. Her vigour was truly Amazonian, and at no time had I ever occasion to contend with a more formidable opponent. Her glance was fidden and exact, and the shock with which from time to time she impelled her whole frame, inconceivably vehement. At length I was victorious, took from her her instrument of death, and threw her upon the ground. Till now the fobriety of her exertions had curbed her rage ; but now she gnashed with her teeth, her eyes seemed as if starting fron their fockets, and her body heaved with uncontrolable insanity.

- Rascal! devil! she exclaimed, what do you mean to do to me? - Till now the scene had passed uninterrupted by a single word.

Nothing, I replied : begone, infernal witch! and leave me to myself.

• Leave you ! No: I will thraít my fingers through your ribs, and drink your blood !-- You conquer me:--Ha, ha !-Yes, yes! you shall !—I will sit i!pon yo!l, and press you to hell! I will roast you with brinitone, and daih your entrails into your eyes ! -Ha, hal-ha!

Saying this, the sprung up, and prepared to attack me with redoubled fury. I feized her hands, and compelled her to sit upon the sed. Thus restrained, the continued to express the tumult of her thoughts by grinning, by certain furious motions of her head, and by occasional vehement efforts to disengage herself from my grasp. These contortions and starts were of the nature of those fits, in which the patients are commonly suppołed to need three or four persons to hold them. But I found by experience that, under the circumstances in which I was placed, my lingle strength was suilicient. The spectacle of her emotions was inconceivably frightfui. Her violence at length, however, began tɔ abate, and the became perfunded of the hopelessness of the conteft.

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• I wanted you gone from the first, replied I. Are you contented to go now?

Yes, I tell you, misbegotten villain! Yes, rascal!

• I immediately loosed my hold. She flew to the door, and, holding it in her hand, faid, I will be the death of you yet: you shall not be your own man twenty-four hours longer! With these words the fhut the door, and locked it upon me. An action so to. tally unexpected startled me. Whither was she gone? What was it the intended ? To perish by the machinations of such a hag as this, was a thought not to be endured. Death in any form, brought upon us by surprise, and for which the mind has had no time to prepare, is inexpressibly terrible. My thoughts wandered in breathlels horror and confusion, and all within was uproar. I endeavoured to break the door, but in vain. I went round the room in search of some tool to asiift me. At length I rushed against it with a desperate effort, to which it yielded, and had nearly thrown me from the top of the Stairs to the bottom.'

Mr. Godwin will by some be thought to have been guilty of a misnomer, since, instead of ' Things as they are, the novel might, perhaps, as well have been intitled, Things as they ever have been.'

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Inquiries into the Origin and Progress of Heraldry in England,

with explaratory Obfervations on Armorial Enfigns. By James
Dallaway, A. M. of Trinity College Oxford, and Fellow of
the Society of Antiquaries. 4to. Coloured Plates. 31. 3.

Boards. White.
THOUGH heraldry be a subject with which philosophy can

have little connection, and which, at this time, is not to be held out as among the useful pursuits of the learned, we cannot but admit that it has acquired something like dignity and true consequence from the manner in which these inquiries have been pursued by Mr. Dallaway.

· Heraldry, says he, in its present state, has just pretensions to be ranked in the circle of sciences ; so general in its usage, so infinitely various in its discriminations, and so classical in its specific differences, that if system be the ground work of science, this claim may be fairly advanced. Yet, this has been the effect of succeflive ages, in the progress froin its invention for military regulation, when the rudesi symbols were sufficient for the chief purpose, that of diftinction of one man, or band of men, from another, to its connexion with the graphic art, when the most fapeless delineations, which were from the first cause only attractive, became splendid by painting and enamel.-It would be an uninteresting task to examine all the early treaties upon heraldry, and to collect their very vague


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