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besmeared with blood, streamed in the air; eagerness sparkled in her eyes, and an unspeakable glow of ardour animated her countenance. Totally unconcerned for her sister, on whom indeed she seemed to dart a look of contempt, she hastily snatched the hartshorn, and the cordials, and desiring, with a tone of authority, all the men to follow her, she 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 soul 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 lane, and there, seated on the ground, we beheld the twin-sister of Olivia. Her fair arms supported the unfortunate old man, 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 side, and carried to his pale lips the cordials she had, with so little ceremony, snatched from her sister. The old man at length so 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 surgeon was immediately sent for, who, on examining his wounds, declared them to be of such a nature, that if he had not received the assistance bestowed upon him by the two Ladies, he must inevitably have perished. “Then,” cried the lovely Caroline, “it is to my sister Olivia, that he owes his life —But for her, I should have followed my sister Julia into the house, to 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, Caroline;” replied Olivia, “without you, I could have done nothing. When I looked back, and saw how the peor man bled, I knew he could not live without assistance ; but it was you, by whom the assistance was principally bestowed.” “Don’t speak any more about it, for Heaven's sake t” cried Miss Julia; “the very thought of it makes me sick. I would not have looked at him, for a thousand worlds ! I wonder how you could have so little sensibility t” “Sensibility, my dear niece,” said Lady Grey, “is but too often another word for selfishness. Believe me, that that sensibility which turns with disgust from the sight of misery it has the power to relieve, is not of the right kind. To weep at the imaginary tale of sorrow 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,” said Mr. Axiom. “No,” said Mr. Puzzledorf; “it is evident, her Ladyship has taken her opinions from my Essay on the Eternal and Necessary Fitness and Congruity 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 Philip 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, suited to their birth. Sir Philip and his Lady, having the same views and opinions, easily settled the plan of their future life. They took the management of their estate into their own hands: taste and elegance became a substitute for splendour : and the propriety of domestick arrangement, amply compensated for the absence of a few articles of superfluous luxury. But though they retrenched in ostentation, 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 boast. In addition to the care of their fortune, they took upon them. selves the sole care of the education of their children.—But, notwithstanding all these avocations, they still found time for the pursuit of literature, for which their taste remained undiminished. Lady Grey was not only (as is universally the custom in this country") the companion of her husband's table—but the partner of his studies; and by him, her opinions were as much respected, as her person was beloved.

* It is by some of the Hindoo authors, mentioned as one of the indispensible qualities of a good wife—“that she never presumes to eat, until her husband has finish


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