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air ; eagerness fparkled in her eyes, ard an unspeakable glow of ardour animated her countenance. Totally unconcerned for her fifter, on whom, indeed, seenied to dart a look of contempt, she hastily snatched the hartihorn, and the cordials, and defiring, with a tone of authority, all the men to follow her, the again flew off, with the swiftness of a bird of Paradise, who has been frightened by the voice of the hunter. .

Miss Julia was left to recover as she could. Every foul deserted her. Men and maids, philosophers and footmen, all hurried after the fair Olivia ; who like the meteor which floats on the dark-bosomed cloud of evening, was seen gliding before us. At length we reached the lape, and there seated on the ground, we beheld the twin-fifter of Olivia. Her fair arnis supported the unfortunate old nian, whose wounded head, reclined upon her lap. His wounds were however bound up. The robe of Olivia, having been torn in pieces for the purpose. And now, with a' tenderness which equalled her activity, she knelt at the old man's fide, and carried to his pale lips the cordials she had, with so little ceremony, snatched from her fifter. The old man at length fo far revived, as to pronounce, with feeble

but impressive accents, the blessings of his God on the angel-forms who had saved his life. He was with all possible care, by the direction of the two Ladies, carried up to the house. A furgeon was immediately sent for, who, on examining his wounds declared them to be of such a nature, that if he had not received the aslistance bestowed upon him by the two Ladies, he must inevitably have perished. " Then,” cried the lovely Caroline, " it is to my fifter Olivia, that he owes his life! - But for her, I should have followed niy fifter Julia into the house, 10 call for help ; it was Olivia' alone, who had the courage to return to him, and the presence of mind to afford him relief.” “No, Caroli:je ;" replied Olivia, " without you, I could have done no-' thing. When I looked back, and saw how the poor man bled, I knew he could not live, withcut assistance; but it was you, by whom the assistance was principally bestowed.” “ Don't speak any more about

it, for Heaven's fake !” cried Miss Julia; "" t'e very thought of it makes me ficki I would not have looked at, him, for a thousand worlds! I wonder how you could have fo litile sensibility!"

" Sensibility, my dear niece,” said Lady Grey, “ is but too often another word for fellishness. Believe me, that


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that sensibility which turns with disgust from the fight of misery it has the power to relieve, is not of the right : kind. To weep at the imaginary tale of forrow exhibited in a Novel or a Tragedy, is to indulge a feeling, in which there is neither vice nor virtue : but when the compassion which touches the heart leads the hands to afford relief, and benevolence becomes a principle of action; it is then, and then only, that it is truly commendable.” “ I perceive that your Ladyship has studied Mr. Hume's Principles of General utility," faid Mr. Axiom. “ No," said Mr. Púzzledorf; “it is evident, her Ladyship has taken her opinions from my Elay on the Eternal and Necessary Fitness and Cone gruity of Things.” “ I have taken them," said her Ladyship, “ from the doctrines and Examples of Jesus Christ and his Apostles.”

In this life, “ composed of good and evil," this younger sister of the Baronet has had her share of calamity. Her marriage with Sir Phillip Grey, was an union of mutual affection, founded on mutual esteem, and productive of mutual felicity.

Though a Baronet, his estate was not extensive; and from it a numerous family of brothers and sisters were to be

provided with fortunes, fuited to their birth. Sir Philip and his Lady, having the same views and opinions, easily setiled the plan of their future life. They took the management of their estate into their own hands : taste and elegance became a substitute for fplendor: and the propriety of domestic arrangement, amply compensated for the absence of a few ariicles of superfluous luxuiy. But though they retrenched in oftentation, they decreased not in hospitality; their house was the refuge of the distressed, the home of merit, and the central point of all the genius and the talent which the surrounding country could coast. In addition to ile care of their forture they took upon themselves the sole care of the education of their children.-- But, notwithstanding all these avocations, they fill found time for the pursuit of literature, for which their taste remained undiminished. Lady Grey was not only (as is univerfally the custom in this country*) the companion of her husband's table-but the partner of his studies ; and by him, lier opinions were as much respecied, as her person was beloved.

* It is by some of the Hindoo Authors, men: Lioned as one of the indispensible qualities of a good wiiethat she never prefu wes to eat, until her husband has finished.

Years rolled on, and each returning season faw an increase of the happiness of this well-niatched pair. But who can give stability to the felicity of mortals ? While yet in the prime of life, this amiable and happy husband was seized) by the ruthless hand of disease, in whose rude grasp, the vigour of life was blasted, and the gay hopes of future enjoyment dashed on the rocks of disappointment. His senses, of which he suffered a temporary deprivation, were gradually restored; but the wheels of life were clogged ; the vital quid ftagnated in the veins, or moved with such lingering and unequal pace, as was unequal to the re-animation of the palsied limbs : nor did he ever recover a fufficient degree of * ftrength, to enable him to quit his apartment. In such a situation, in vain would a man have looked for consolation to the pretty face of a fool. In vain would he have expected it from the uifling accomplishments, to the acquirement of which, the most precious years of life are conmonly devoted. Alas! - though Lady Grey would have spoken French, : with the fluency of a Parisian ; though she would have danced with the grace of an angel ; though she could have painted a flower, or a butterfly, even without the affisance of her drawing-master, and run

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