NOT THE GLOIIY OF CiESAR BUT THE WELFARE OF ROME. BY II. B. STACY FRIDAY, MARCH 1, 1S39. VOIi. XIINo. G10 iFiom thft Hoaton Albs. T HE GAG. Ilo ! children of the qranile hill, I'Iku bri'tln with the hacmatnek; Audppatklc with the chryttnl rills That hurry tnwnrd thoMcrrimack, D.un tip those ril's I Cor, while tlicy run, Tlicy all rebuke jour Atiiekton. Dam up those rills! ihcy flow to free O'er icy slope ami beetling cms;, That, soon, they'll nil be off at tea, Ptcyonit lire reach of Pliarlio'.i gnj ; And, when iIiofo wntcrs are the Sens', They'll speak and thunder as they please. Then frerze llicm stiff ! But let there enmo No wind to chain lliem ; ehonlil they blow, They'll speak of freedom ! Let the dumb And breathless fioat forbid their (low ; Then, nil will be j liush'd and mum, Yc'll think your Athektom has come. Not he ! "Of nil the airs that Wow" lie dearly loves ihe soft South-West, Thai tells where rice and collnn riow, And man is, like "the Patriarchs," blest (So say tome eloquent divines With slayes also with concubines. Let not the winds ro thus, nt large, That now o'er all vour hills career Your Siii'apce mid Keaipaice Nay, nay, ineihinks the hounding deer, That, like llio wind., sweep o'er each hill, Should all be gagged, to keep them still. Ami nil vour big and lilllo brooks, TImi rush down, lauhinc, towards the sea, Vonr Lampcys, Squanis and Contoocooka, That fIiow spirit to bp fico, Slinnlil Ip.irn ilinv're not to take such airs : Your nioulliB are slopped ; then way not theirs 1 I'lut; every spring that dares to play At bubble in its gravel cup, Or babble, as it runs awiy Nay, catch and coop your Eagles up ! It is not fit that tlicy should fly, And tcrcam for freedom, through yourfky. Ye'vn not done yet ! Your very trees Those sturdy pine, their heads that wug In concer with the mountain breeze Unless they're silenced by a gag. Will tvliionpr Vi: will stand our Ground! Our heads are up ! Oun heauts are soukd!" fions nf the granite bills, your birds, Your winds, your waters and your trees, Of power and freedom spenk, in wnnls That should lie felt in limes like these, Their voire comes to you fiom thfc eky ! In them Gou .paka of Lihcrly. Rons of Ihe granite hills, nwake ! Ye'ro on a mighty Ftieam afloat, With all your liberties at stake A l.iitlilcss pilot's on your boat, And, while ye've lain nsleep, yu'ro snacged ! TSui can vecry for help jeVe gagged ! ! DEATH OF L. E. I. Rumors of tlio death of llio celebrated TootcEs. Mrs. Maclean, formerly Mis Lnndon, ore confirmed by tho lalo English papors. She has been Iter own dostroyer. An inquisition was held by n coroner, at Cape Court Castlo, on the 25th of October last, before which tho following testimony wns given by the female attendant on Mrs. Maclean: That bctwoon tho Iinurs of eight and nine of tho morning of tho IGth irmt.. tho deponent having received a note, nddresBcd to Mrs. Maclean from Mr. Swnzy, went 10 her room for the purpose of delivering the fame to her. nntl found some difficulty in opening the door, in consequence of Mr-. Maclean having fallon agninst it. That deponent, on entering tho room, discovored .Mrs. Maclean lying on the floor with an empty bottle in her hand, (which bottle being produced, was lnbcllod "Acid dydrn cianicim dclatum, phnrm. Lond.. 1 "30, medium dose five minims,") nnd quite EcnselcFs; that on Feeing thin, deponent went lor her husband to call Mr. Maclean. She believed that Mre. Maclean must linvc Leon atlntnpting to opon the door to call for itesistoncc, when sho fell. 1 hat her mis i rcss was subject to be ntlacked by spasms, nnd was in the habit of taking occasionally n drop or two of I he medicine in the bottle. in water ; but had not licrtclf seen her do so more than two or thrco timos. She (Mrs. Maclean) had tho spnsms rather badly the previous evening, and wished to take n little of the medicine contained in the bottle to givn her relief. Sho did not complain much this morning. , Deponent was not present when her mis tress was taken ill, hut had seen her about half an hour before, when 6lio appeared well, and made her a presont, as the depo lent wan about leaving tho coast for Eng land. That Mrs. Maclean then told the deponent to retire, and sho would send for Iter when she wished to drcse. Deponent had not eccn her writo this morning, but eho was so employed tho previous evening when sho delivered to deponent two letters for her friends in England, and was affected nt tho thought of deponent leaving Iter That when deponent saw hor last sho was in hoi' usual spirits. The bottlo found Mr 6. Maclean's hand was uncorked, and she (deponent) aftetwords corked it, mid put it aside. She could slato nothing mnro winch could throw any light on tho sub jeet. Tho verdict was, that the death of Mrs. Maclean wns caused by her having incautiously taken an over dose of Pruasic acid, which it appeared she had been in tho hauit oi using as a remedy. Tho rarest men in the world rich priii. tors. Tho bravest men in tho world those who aro not afraid uf a dun. From the Ncw-Yoik Literary Gazelle. APOTHEGMS OF DIOGENES. He called a bad Binder. Mr. Cock ; being asked llio reason, he paid 'His notea ate the signal for a general rising.' A hypocritical scoundrel in Athens in scribed over his door, 'Let nothing ovil enlor here.' Diogenes wroto under it, 'Uy what door docs the ownor come in ?' Seeing a wicked boy throwing atones at the gallows, hp observed, 'Well mined, boy ! you will hit that mark at last.' Boing asked what was the best hour for dinner, ho replied, 'For tho rich, when they please; for tho pour, when they can. Seeing a scolding wifo who had hanged herself on an olive trno, he exclaimed, 'Oh! that all trees would bear such fruit.' Being osked by a student of natural his. tory, what was the worst beast, ho replied, Of the wild, a slanderer ; of tho tamo, a flatterer.' Seeing tho son of a courtesan throwing atones at a crowd, ho called out, 'lako care, boy, lest you hit your lather.' Tut: RF.eror.-sEs. An ignornnt fellow bcine about to he married, resolved to make himself perfect in the responses of the service : but bv mistake, got oy norm the office of baptism for riper years; so when ho was asked in tho church, 'will you have this woman,' &c. he nnswerod, 'I renounce them all.' The clergyman said, 'I think you arc a fool ;' to which ho re plied 'All this I steadfastly believe.' A heavily loaded loafer, fetched up, the other night against tho sido of n houso which had been newly pninted. Shoving himself clear by n vigorous effort, he took one ghmpBo at his shoulder, another at tho house, a third at his hands, nntl exclaimed 'Well, that's a darned carelcs3 trick it whoever minted that house, to leave it standing out all night for poople to run against !' From Blackwood's Edinbuigh Magniino. THE ONYX RING. I'AJIT It, CHAPTER I. Hastings was lying on somo 6traw, un dcr n canopy of blankets and canvass, with a gipsy man and two or three boya beside him. when ho was roused by a rough voice exclaiming "Come, rny lad, if you want to see this job. you must be up and stirring." He then remembered, that before his lying down he hod settled to accompany some of the men of tho parly, who were league with the smugglers, for the purpose of helping to land and run a caigo, which, owing to the shortness of the nights, was at this season a difficult undertaking. The parly consisted of lour men besides Host intrs; and it was evident, from their tone and manner, that he had contrived to ob tain their entire confidence. They walked for two or three miles at a swift pace, till thoy came out upon tho further side of a high bank, from which the dark line of tho ea was faintly vi6tblo liotwcen two ciin. Hero tlicy climbed up a etccp ascent, cov ered with brushwood, at one sido nf the road, and remained still for ten minutes, till their leader whisperad, "Hush all right," and pointed out a light down be low them, apparently from a cottage win- low. They then crept along a path above the rest! for a hundred yards, till they reached a point where they again clam bored down upon the hiehwny. and after crossing it moved on in a field towords t stile, where they all passed into tho orch art! of a farm-house, and lotintl there at least fifty other men assembled for the sntno object. Hastings perceived, by tho pound from a neighbouring barn, that it was full of horses. There- was a good deal of whispering among the men, and they evidently expected at every moment to rnceivn tho signal for rushing to the beach. The gipsy leader felt his way. with his followers, along the orchard hedge for in the shadow of the trees it was pitch dark until they reached the houso, wboro he spoke to a. man who stood leaning against the door-post. Has tings could not catch much oithc conver sation, but found that they woro disputing about him. Suddenly tho gipsy took him by the hand nnd pulled him towards tho entrance ; when the other said, "Come in, then," and opened the door. I ho gipsy and Hastings followed him, and found themselves in n low unfurnished room, with a candle on tho floor. The man, who was tall and bulky, and dressed as a farmer, looked at Hastings, and said, "Who arc you."1" Hastings answered, that ho was nothing but a wanderer lor amusement, who had known much of gipaiCH in his time, and continued to make friends with all ho met. Tho man looked at him with n sham hut nuiot eye, nnd said, "Well, I dare say you aro honest, hut vou nro runninfr in tha way ol mischicl that docs not concern you. Go up there and mnkc no disturbance. So saying he opened a small door at the font of a narrow staircaso, and held tho candle to light the way up. Hastings aw that rcsistanco would bo useless, and wall; cduptho stairs till ho found himsolf in another email room, where there wos hardly a trace of light. He heard tho door lockod at tho bnt torn of tho staircase Fooling about him ho found that there was no furniture within his reach ; and his next object of interest wos tho window. Through hu saw tho grey lino of tho sea and tho mass of cliff on ono side, but could distinguish nothing more. Tho waved woro plainly to be heard breathing nt. regular intervals on the beach. Ho had not spent fivo minutes in tho room when ho heard n whistle and then a swift trampling of men nnd horses, and the wholu throng termed dashing downwards to the chore. Then came a pistol-shot, and then a roar of voices. Tho rush sounded ns if returning nonror and nearer to the farm-homo. Again come scattered shots wore fired, and now Ihs. tings thought ho distinguished tho voice of an officer giving orders. Hero the tumult approached closo to him, nnd it flashrd upon his mind, that if the smugglers should retreat, and ha bo found in their head qunrtors, his positinn as a gentleman and a naval officer would bo very disagreeable. Ho Ihcreforo forced open tho window, leapt out at a venture, und fell ainonjr a crowd of people, enrninitiir his Insr so v'io 1 lenity ns to give hiw sovero pain. There woro many voices loud around him, and clamour and curses expressed the astonish ment that hi fall had occasioned. But he had presence of mind to ask for help in the gipsy speech, and the consequence waa, that ono oi his lormcr companions rccog. niscd him, and called annthor to his nssis tanco. Between them they lifted Hnstingaj ui, uiiii gun iuu nun un in iuii ("pu'L'ti llirutigii tho retreating hurly burly. 1 ho king's mon still hung upon their rear, and pro. vontou them from from relaxing in their paco. But most of tho loaded horses had gono on before, nnd tho remainder now dispersed in different directions as the roads opened on cither hand. Still n body of morn than n dozen mon held together about Hastings, and twice his bearers were relieved. The pain now becamo so sharp that ho begged they would leave him at tho first house. Two or thrco of the leaders consulted for a moment, nnd then they all went on again in silence for a quarter of an hour. It was now twilight and Hastings could see that, they stopped at a 6inaii gate, which they opened, and followed a short brick paved path up to tho door of a respectable house. They seated him on tho bricks nt tho door, with his back against tho door post, knocked violently to rouso tho inmates and thon all ran off. Their nlarm succeeded, nnd in a fow minutes a servant came to tho door and opened it, accompanied by her master, wrapped only in n dressing gown. When he saw a man lying nt the door in a weak light of dawn, ho inquired who ho was, and what wa the matter. Hastings told his namo, and said that he was a friend of Sir Charles Harcntirt, had mot with an accident, and was in eo much pain he would beg to bo taken into tho house, and to be allowed to reserve his story for another time. Tho gentleman said that his namo was Musgravo, and that he was tho clergyman of tho parish, nnd promised to do all in his power to relieve the sufferings of the stronger. Ho helped to carry him in and lay him on a bed, and, on hearing of the injury to the limb, sent for tho nearest pur geon. He, on his arrival, pronounced that the recovery was likely to rcquiro ecveral days, during which tho patient roust remain where he then was. Ho also ordered tho proper applications. After ho was cone Mr. Musgravo earnestly assured his new guest that ho was most happy to have an opportunity of assisting any human being in distress, and that ho need bo under no uneasiness as to remaining thcro eo long as it should bo convenient to him. Hastings was now a little moro at ease, and could thank him for his kindness, which bo gladly accepted. CAVPTKK II. Mr. Musgravo was nn unmarriod clergy man, whose whole look and manner bore the impress of devotion. Delicacy, puritv gentleness, fervour, woro combined in his countenance with o Bhade of pensive melan daily. A thin ascetic. looking face, a high narrow forehead, a slight and bending figure, and a demeanour of tho most caroful politeness ; over these was thrown on air of abstraction, which kept him apart from inii. macy with any circle of Society. Tliofliblo was the world he lived in, and from it he looked out into the actual world as we look from the earth into tho dun atmosphere, or from an island over the sea. Hastings felt himself, ho knew not why, rebuked in the presence of Musgravo, al. though tho clergyman epoko to him but little, and that with the most courteous and even friendly good will. But, whilo the traveller full that his host had no sympas thy with his pursuits or character, ho per ceived in him an elevation and self-denial which made it impossible to regard him as an inferior, insensible to some higher kind of excellence, lie did not attempt to speak on religious, or, as Hastings would have termed it, prolessional topics, iiul it was obvious that nothing local and temporary interested him strongly, and yet that his mind was most fully strained by perpetual thoughts of momentous importance. It was, of course, by his care that, on a Htnall tabic beside tho bed, there was a Bible laid. When, some hours after the anivalof Hastings, ho came to pay hit guest a visit, he laid another volume beside tho Scriptures, which, on subsequent exam ination, appeared to bo a prayer-book ; and after ho was gone, a servant, who came in with some refreshments, added a third book, which the patient found to ho a vol nine of hymns. In weariness and listless ucss ho took up this, and opened it al the following verses, which ho read through, and which scemd to turn so strango that he then went through them a second time. But the impression which they made on him wus thutofo perplexing aud enticing riddle, rather thuii of any definite meaning which ho could fully grasp, 1. "See, llnougb naiuro'd blackest night, Khincd ii mon: than siuuiy light ! (iud, a man by human birth, Coined to die lor man on euiih, "Shouts of joy nntl uougsof lou (Vri the caputo sound above ; Forth from cvil'u boneless prison, Man is raised, for Clititt ia li.-en. "Mnunl, then, up, my rout to Ood, Soar fi tun off this earthly soil ; i Mount lo God beyond llio okic?, Christ is riicu, and bid theo ri;o. '' "Fly this dreary stormy nhoro, Itito where Christ ia gono before ; Fear nut God himself to see, Cliri.1t, U image, lives in theo.
"Faco to faeo, O Fulhcr, now Frown no tno to ihy sun ry brow; Why fthnuM we our Mnkcr shun, Now thy HP) nnd ourj nio one 1 6. "Men mav dare ihy light to scan ; fly thee. tSi ilie Son of Stan ; Men may eoar to highest ileuven, God :ia man to eartli is given. 7. "Thor io an ia Christ nrl come, Come io call thy children homo; Thou in him hast left the tkicj, Dut that we in liitn may rise." Tho dreaming And monkish oddity -of these Ihourrhts etfuSk hitn-'as3 cuito unliko tiny thing ho had nown imong intelligent men, and led his thoughts awny to the Parsccs and Santons Sf tho East, and to one or two slrnngo old fragments of Christian hymns winch he had heard under pictur esque and impressive circumstances in Spain nnd at Jerusalem. Something unu sual, ho knew not what, seemed clinging to turn, and ho felt half relieved, half inter rupted by Ihe entrance ofStr Charles Har court, to whom Musgrnvo had sent tidings of tho traveller' condition. He had now to Bhapo his story as plausibly ns ho could. in order to avoid unnecessary ridicule trom his friends, A midnight rnmblo with the gipsios ho could not but acknowledge, and hi reputation for hnro-brainod adventure was well enough established to make any thing of tho kind credible. Sir Chorlcs promised to sond him books, and to come lo sec him. But Hastings could not help fancying that, under on exterior of tho most amicable politeness, his friond was inwardly laughing at him. He felt pleased at his departure, and said lo himself 'With all his taste and fashion, ho ia but a poor ladylike creature.' In the afternoon Musgravo came ogain to ace him. The hymn, end the fancies it had suggested, woro seething in his brain, and ho felt a little stronger interest than before in tho clergyman who sat beside his ben and asked if ho could rendor him any service. Hastings thanked him, and said, No.' Ho thon closed his eyes, and added 'It seems to inc vcrv strange that I should be hero now. wilh you sitting by mo. Tho last tiruo I waa laid tin it was bv n wound received in n lien. hunt among the Caffrnp I was confined for thrcr. weeks in ono of their huts, and attended by a copper-col ourcd eirl, who had never seen another European. Sho sang to me the aongs of her tribo in a low droning voico, and told mo stories of their chases after the came' leopard and the rhinoceros. Sho epokc of their charms against snake-bite? and pois oned arrows.and of the powers of Amakiros or witch-doctors. Then she brought mo drink in a calabash, and morsels of broiled nntclope, and fanned me with a fan of leaves. Even now, when I shut my eyes, I can hardly help fancying that I am a stranger in that African village, nnd when I hear a step at a distance, I have before mo for a moment tho image of that poor savago girl, though few European footsteps are ns light as hers.' Musgravo 6ccmsd interested, and asked him about his travels, which Hastings spoke of with eagerness and vivacity. While ho talked it seemed as if tho round green world wcru spinning under him. while he occupied some starry post, and looking down described each country at the moment that the real map revolved beneath his eye. Cities, nations, landscapes, racesof animals, seasot islands, fleets, caravans, and adventures, aro?c, and shiftfil, and passed away like drem9. When ho paused, Musgravo looked up. ward anil then at him, and said in a subdued votco, In anv of your travels, Mr. Has tings, did you ever find peace of mind?' Ho was silent for n minute, nntl then replied, 'No, I never sought it; I should not know what to do with it if I hud it, Hut I found cvor.varving, ncvcrccasing excitement, and I suppose that is as much as earth can futtiish. As much indeed,' said Musgravo, 'For peace we must look elsewhere' Fo heaven.' niKou tho other, 'ino doubt. But while in this state of existence I take tho best that it can supply, and that is movement, change, exertion, enjoymont.' If we have not something ot heaven even here, I fear wo can hope for but little of it heronftcr. rcaco and lilo nro not at war with each other, but each in tho high. est Bctiso requires and includes tho other. Perhaps tlm is a kind of truth of which in all your travels you have not experienced tho reality.' 'Certainly l have ncvor manogod to oo asleep nnd nwnko at the eamo time.' 'Well if I took your own illustration, 1 should say that tho truo peaco of tho spirit of man is not to bo found whon it is tho slavo of its dreams, but when it is tho lord of its thoughts. And this is also tho state in which it ia most conscious of enjoying tho deupestand fullest life. But I will not troublo you with disputing. I only wish you would believe that there h one region ol humnn existence in which you have not yet euluciontly trnvollcd, and which ia not the moniicsi or poorest.' Neither desired to continue tho convcr eation, nnd Musgravo soon again left Has tings to lnmsoii. ciiAPTErt itr, That strango hymn contintiod to float round tho pillow, and tho imago of the clergyman perpetually returned to him. Thu travcllor felt, that in Musgrove's deep and fervent sincerity of devotion, thcro wnu n kind of power by which he Iud never bcl'uro been influenced. So, in bodily cuf. fining, in mental disturbance, and in dts ctititont at his own inaction, his life went on from day to day. Sir Charlcn llurcourt sent him tho bunks he had promised, winch woro now and fashionable novels, nnd took no hold of his mind. Musgravo passed with him an hour or '.wo daily, nnd ho never rnuld shake off the impression mado by his manner and language. When ho found this imago wcarisomt.1, ho could not rid him self of it as ho had been used to do whon any tli'iug annoyed him, by shooting out into action, for ho was confined by his in j u red limb to the room ho had boon first placed in. Voxed and fretted at a stillness so unlike his usual life, ho became at last thoroughly impatient. One day he gnvo vent to this feeling, in words of 'something like displeasure, whilo speaking to Mus grave. Tho clergyman's pale cheek col oured slightly, and, as was his fashion, he paused for a moment before ho spoke. Ho then said to Hastings that he feared his society was burthensomo, and begged bis pardon if it were so, but assured him that he had been in tho habit of visiting him only in hopes of being in somo way moful or agreeable' "Tho patient felt much ashamed at his own folly, entreated forgive noes, earnestly thanked Musgravo for all his kindness, and bcggotl him to continue his visits as often as mi'lit bo convenient to him. Indeed, he added, his host's company sometimes gave him n kind of strange ob scurc pleasure such as ho had never before but nnco experienced. Nino years ogo,' he said, 'I was travel ling in Armenia,, and tho night fell while I waa cxnmining some noble ruins on the banks of the Araxes, with the peak of Ara rat in view before mo. I secured my horse in n nook of tha decayed and shattered buildings, and lay down besido him for the night, when i heard at n great dietanco the sound ot men's voices sw?in!r a liyinn. which, to my present recollection," bad much tho rhvthm and tono of ono that struck mo in your hymn-book. The sing crs were, doubtless, monks engaged in their evening devotions. 1 roso and wont a few paces in tho direction of the sound to listen when I saw a figuro moving nmong the ruins, as if coming towards mo, from the riycr. As ho drew nearer, leaning on his staff, I saw by the moonlight that he much resembled pictures I have met with of Saint Joseph, the husband of Mary. Whon closn nt hand, he looked at mo intently, and I felt that I had never seen so vcnernblo a being. Ho then nddressed mo in tho Ar menian tongue, of which I had learnt somo thing from tho MckhiiarHtesof Sun Lizarol at Venice, nnd he said, 'My son, thou seek eot tftahy things on oarth ; but the ono thing wfiickiuyi ncedest thon spekost not; else wouldst thou find it with less journeying.' 'And what,' I said, 'Father, id that?' 'Peace.' "Hast thou then found it?' ' 'If I know it not. then like others, I should not believe in its cxitsencc. Fare well. Remember the measure of tho di vine song thou hast but now hoard; and remember me.' He turned away, and in n moment was hidden by a massive pier. Tho feeling that his presence gave mo I have novor since experienced till I met with you.' Musgravo seemed much surprised and confused at this remark, but they parted for the night in very friendly term. It was now tho close of the week which Hast ings bail spent in a bodily inactivity hardly over known to him before. That evening he spont, hour after hour, in reviewing the innumerable images of the pasl, which floated before him, and sometimes in form ing plans for tho future. At last it was doop night, and he heard the clock of the neighboring church ptrike twelve. The Inst stroke had scarcely trembled nwny over the churchyard when he recollected tho destiny to which ho wns subject, ami saw standing beforo him, in the bnghtnes of reality, the different beings in whoso lot he had so lately shared Edmonstone Harcourt Wilsonand, lastly, Hastings. As in none of these hail he been perfectly hnppy, nnd ns little in hi.s last character ns in any of tho former ones, ho ronienibercd, at the same lime, that tho power of the ring was not ended, nnd with little hesita tion ho breathed upon it, and named the name of Musgravo. CIIAPTRR IV. Musgravo went through tho duties of his station with an exemplary zeal nnd de votion. But his heart was in his solitude, whore in privata study, meditation, nnd prayor, he cherished tho mild and musing temper of an eremite. Tho world that ho outwardly lived in lay nt n distance from Ins apprehensions, nor wns he ever truly al enso and joyous but whon ho felt himself in an imaginary heaven, convorsing only with visionary boings and tho transfigured personages of sacred story, or Insl in tho flaming ebntitudo of prayor and praise. Ho was respected, and even bolovod by lna parishioners, but as a crcaturo of another race, n chance visitor to them from different slato of existence. They thotinht of him leas ns a hotter nnd wiser man, with n true and warm, but en oblod human heart, than as n seraphic phantom broathini' always somo celestial air, and having, instead of life-blood, nn immaterial spirit. Ilo performed, howoyor, his Sunday du ties with meek and graceful fervour, nnd tho worst and most cinbrulcd of those who hoard him at least carried away tho iuipros sinn thai ho was a sincerely good nnd godly man. Tho next day, as indued almost uv erv day, ho spent some hours in visiting dilliirunt momUors ol nls ttocu. l no cot taiics of the poor opened very various pros poets of human life, which, as such muruly had to him hut lilllo inoniiing. In all llio host, as much ns in thu worst, ho eaw only illustration of tho fntilitv of nil human efforts, except thuso winch tend to an na ccttu and mvstinil i.sulntion. What inter est tlicy excited iu him nroso from ii to hab it of regarding thm, not ns num. but n-, embryo nngcl!. Ilo did not speak their language, nor enter into, though hn com passionated, their Rlrugglcs nntl lufl'.'ringa. Thu gross and violent heard bis cxhorlnlinti lilic a faint aerial iiiumic, sweet and sublimi but rmmito from all which thoy valued or dreaded. The belter and moro thoughtful wero bewildered, by fooling that they did not understand or smpathir.o with him. anil that all which they found in religion f presont support and comfort for their proc. tical life, was to him but worthless, if com pared lo his ideal longings and mcditntivo communion with heaven. Alter another day or two, ho visited the poor house, wheru ho found a molely collection of young and old, all more or les't in somo perverse or unhealthy slate. Old ago in all varieties of feeble, and fretful imbecility ; diseases of many and hopeless kinds, palsy, deafness, dumbness, blindness, idiocy; tho maimed, llio ulcored, the bed ridden, tho deformed, the doting; orphans, whom love had never approached : widows, from whom it had forever flod away; tlm broken in fortune, once rich; tho loath some, once beautiful ; the rolics, rags, ash es, and garbage of our human life, still in vested with ghastly human semblances, all decayed and worn nut; and sepulchral shadows of what otico was man, all stunted, abortive and despised modes of young ex istence; nil these woro there; and rach n melancholy portion of a hideous whole. The old and infant ilo were mixed together, but the aged received no duteous rever ence, and the children were regarded with tender watchfulness. There was a certain dull tranquility enforced by power; a chill orderly sufficiency of physical necessaries provided by routine : n discipline and ceo. nomy directed lo no highor than an outward ond. and animal ed by no affection. Tho whole wns an imago of evil of all kinds, compressed, indeed, and frozen, and be numbed by mere superficial prcsurc, Icav. ing only tho consciousness of unrest and pain, but ready, had tho weight been removed, and tho machinory for a mo ment relaxed, to burst out in explosions of rage, hatred, horror, and despair. Hero sat an old man, onco n wealthy far mer, whom drunkenness lintl mado a pau per, and whose only child, n daughter, had been betrayed by poverty into fatal corrup tion, and had died an outcast. He looked downward with dim, inflamed eyes, still occupied by tho vision of an intoxicating draught which ho could no longer procure. There tho widow of a shopkeeper, whom hor fierce passions and self.will had goaded to the grnve, sat in sullen dignity, dressed with somo pretension to superior refine ment, nntl broodins on tho injustice of the fate which confined her to such socioty. Scoffs and fury, when sho happened to speak, woro tho burthen of nil her lan guage. She had hoarded for twenty years n single pound to purchase a handsmor fu neral and bottr attendance than were pro vided at the cxpenso of the parish, Among those about her were tho worn out drudges who had toilid as tho wives of labourers now dead ; and tho men whose choicest recollections were of years long gone by, when they enjoyed tho night of poaching and tho nle house riot. There was tho cobbler, disabled by incurable hcadncho, and half crazed bv ill-health and fanatacism, whose sense of the wnful present was every now and then brightened by a flashing dream of a golden nnd Vermillion New Jor. usalcm, and by tho assurance of his own immeasurable spiritual superiorly lo thoso who required moral conduct of a Chrilian, and who had ever been at school- For ho was a sclf-iaught theologian, and even in genious in his absurdity. Beside him sat tho soldier, with one leg anil one arm. whose gayest phantasms were of the town ho once helped to sack, and of unstinted brandy. Children, moping over somo heart. cankered attempt al free and happy sport, slunk in corners and made their presence known chiefly by an occasional quarrel ond shriek. One woman, of seven ty, who had appeared hinco ten years old destittito of every faculty but tho purely animal ones, now nt Inst, while the clergy man was reading n chapter of the Scrip tures, suddenly wukc up nt llio names of Ruth and Naomi, and began to mutter tn language which she had not used for moro than half a century an account of tho last glcnning in which fchc had shared as n child with her mother. She died before 6hc could bo carried into another room. In the midst, however, of this strange and dis ordered society, some members of it nppeur. od to enjoy all tho happiness of which their poor mutilated natures wcru now capalilo, and somo eyes of tho lighter nnd moro joy ous temperaments twinkled with unquench able good-humour. In this dreary confusion, whero it seemed that Orpheus might have sung, and almost thnt Moses might have legislated, in vain, tho bcnovolcnco and faith of Musgravu glanced by nnd vanished without n trace. One glow-worm under tho coal-black vault of night, a single candle in tho largest, deepest mine, is not moro incltectual. Sonic, indeed, derived, from his soft and dolicao ministrations, a purblind senso of something like good will towards them ex isting fioninwhere; nnd oven this wns a blessing. But ho fult liunioll a wanderer into a region which ho did not iinderMand,. ami where ho hid un hope nf ever finding n. solid resting place for his foot. Tho but.. terlly nmong the rocks of CnocnsiiH might as wull huvti dreamt of sweeping down ho loro its silken wings tho crag on wliioh the Titan groaned in vain. To lm Continual. Tlio last caso ol'nbsconco of mind, is that of mi uditnr who copied from a pnpor "iio of Ins own nriiclo, and headed it 'wretched nltuuipt nt wit.' ".My limn i.i lou iiecioni lo iv.istu," ai iho fel la iv paid when ho u.u id Iiu Iiiiii;', when (1:0 'thciilf i tupped by thu way tu iJk with u friend.