No such scene awaited me; but although the weather had been dull, and occasionally wet, the night I chose for my ramble was clear, and the stars shone in burnished brilliance above. The air was cold, but dry; and I could not avoid exclaiming

But e'en Night, at this season, has

charms for the soul That can contemplate Nature in solitude's reign, That can gaze on the planets as splendid they roll,

With a mind comprehensive, and

breast free from pain. Whilst the man more untaught, more unable to soar

Thro' the regions of space to the Godhead's great throne,

May on earth find fit objects to make

him adore

The Power whose hand could create

them alone.

shines above,

The glow-worm illumine the field or the bower;

And e'en this will excite admiration and love

For the Being who gave to the glowworm this power.'

Author's Manuscript Poems.

I was straying at this time near Bury-Saint-Edmund's, where it was fair-time; and recollecting this had been market-day, I defor a short time amuse myself with termined to proceed thither, and

any of the sports that might then be going forward. The town, as may naturally be supposed, was very full of people. The Johns mouthed wonder at the astonish and Marys were gaping in wide

ing feats of Mr. Merryman and his associates, or were taking a parting mug at the drinkingbooth; some few of the pedlars stalls were yet open, and at these the young lads were purchasing" ribbons for the mawthers, in token of their true love for them. At the door of one of the booths I beheld rather a distressing scene: A great mob was collected round, and upon inquiry I found the cause of their collecting was, that a decent young man, who had come to the fair with his sister, struck with the smart appearance of a recruiting serjeant, flushed with old beer,' and pleased with the martial tones of the earpiercing fife, and spirit-stirring drum,' had determined to enlist. This was in the absence of his sister, who was strolling round the fair; and she had but just now found him marching, or rather staggering along, with the ser jeant's ribbon-covered cap on his head, and a drawn sword in his

hand, quite as great (in his own estimation,) and certainly much happier, than Alexander when he had conquered the world. But his sister, poor girl! was not so much intoxicated either with ale or military glory, as her brother; and when I had pushed through the crowd to where they stood, she was hanging round him with tear-swoln eyes, lamenting his and her own unhappy destiny.Dang it, Moll!' stammered he, what d'ye make this bother about? I tell ye I wool go for a soldier, and bang the d-d Mounseers, as my good friend the serjeant says.' Here he finished his

speech, singing,

The girl, however, held fast by her brother, and declared she 'would not leave him. At this moment a steady-looking middleaged man, and his wife, who it 'appeared were neighbours of the young man and woman, came up ; upon hearing the lamentable story "the husband went in search of the "serjeant, while his wife staid with the rustic Niobe, whose tears flowed unabated. I followed the countryman, and we soon found the serjeant, who agreed that if the smart-money was paid on the following morning the young hero should be set at large. We returned with this intelligence to the young woman, who was quickly pacified, and returned home with her neighbours, leaving her silly brother to dream of glory, and wake with a repentant headach. And yet this, thought I, as I walked away, is the manner in

A few minutes now brought me home, and a few more saw me cradled in the arms of the

Sweet god of ease, whose opiate breath Pour'd gently o'er the heaving breast; Steals like the solemn hand of Death, And sheds the balm of visionary rest!' OGILVIE.

SKETCHES FROM NATURE.

A NOVEL.

In a Series of Letters.

BY SOPHIA TROUGHTON. (Continued from p. 488.)

LETTER V.

Mrs. Handy to Mrs. Pinthurst.

PON honour, mi dear, this frowsey country will make me mad-if lade Julia wont com to town next winter, I must; and so I shal tel her, for I wont sty in this den, and go molloncoly, and be seen by nobody. She his grown quit a objack, and wants to mak me look lik herself. Wen wee was at the garman spor the men sayd she was a pritty woman, but if sombody I no was in her shos, thay wold have staird, but you no Pinthurst, one is born with a sil

ver spoon in thare mouths, and a nother with a woden ladele. Ah, wel, wee do better now, for mi lord is com, and lodes of compenny.

Lord Seemors valit, monseer Palloss, his so funny, he takes of his lord and awl of them to the life; but his master dosent much like him, and so monseer, thinks he will put him in busnes, to git shut of him; and if he dose, I am shur monseer wil mak a monstros good husband, and I can hav him if I lik; but I dont no wither I shall be kinde or crewel, but shant let him no his dome yet.

me

Last nite wee had a bal, so monseer comd to dres my hare, and he advised me to let him put a little rogue on mi cheeks; so I was fane to let him; and he roused up mi hie bros, and he sade I looked lik a hangel, and if I wasent kind he shud that nite be burnt to hash's by ravishin smiels, so I toold him he was sich a sire he'd draw tiers from my hies, and they will wash the rogue of mi face, so dont rarass me, for i'm, chos, and dont mean to ware the bridle-dress yet. So he sade, O m'amsal, mamsal, you frize al over-let hure frays be softer, or i'le stick miself tho and tho. O mounseer, I sade, I inay yet mews an raze you to me harms. So to make a end of mi tail, I ho dered him to git me som thing, for I was feint, and Pinthurst see my pour, for he brot me a nice foul, and a bottle of wind: an wile I hate them, he went an ordured his matters: an com back such a bo, is close so fin; his cote was blew, daubd with lase, is vastcote the sam, and his breaches so vid, and fashinable. So he neald down and baged I wood bee his bell for the nite, an I aloud

him to seas mi hand: an he took it in such a hairy maner, an lead me in to the sarvents awl. They did so stair; for you must no I was verry fin in one of lady Julia's cast gownds, an mi hare don like a vig, with flours in mi brest, an som cent in my handkerchif. Wel, we daned till mi ladys bel rung an let me no the famaly was com home. So wen I went up she was in her bares, caws of the rouge on my fase.

So I tolld mounseer wat she sade, but he bid me not mind, for he says he beleved she puts cartmine on her own cheaks, and vermine on her leaps, for al she was so sly.

Now Pinthurst I'll tell you a bit of mi mind about the gentery hear. Mi lady mop's lik nobody, caws one nite she went to sea the ́ould casel were the ghosts live'; but one of them with six heds tolld her if she con agen, he wood take a lie with her in the red see. An I think she wants him to tak her there, for she never holded up her hed sinse but she dont lik it to be nown, tho she tolld al the story to the ould parkkeper; but he is such a boar he wil not tell us. But Dick his man hered her tel him she wood never bee merry no more. But the nasty ould fogey wont tel us al about it.

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fin feathers mak fin birds: an thate is he among the gentalmen ho thinks as I do. And that is the rich sur Harey Champly; he cals me his dear idle, an says my gate is very gentel; an lady Julei quit a file to me; caws mi mane is so grand. I dont no but one of thes dayes, if I pla mi cards rite, but I may be a barren lady. But dont go for to think I shal bee above yeu, for I shal flea pride. I've tolid sur Hary how I can nit my own vales, and mak mi own gownds, and that wood save him a grate deel of monny in a year'; so he hughed me an squesed mi hand; indeed he is a little impotent some times, but I dont mind, caws if he maks me a lady it dont matter; an if he wont he may leve it alone, an I wil hav monseer befor his fase.

So yew see I've got tow strings to mi bo.

Pon honnor, Pinthurst, this long letter has put mi pore narves in a sad uprore, but yew nose how to felle for that, caws hure own narves his monstrous bad.

Mi deer, except the love of
Hure unfeintin freind,
LETTICE HANDY.

LETTER VI.

of Aubry.

I HAVE passed a sleepless night, and, with the first dawn of day, arose to acquaint you with the cause; and beg your earliest advice how to act.

Ah! madam, I have offended my best friend;-my husband: but Heaven knows very unintentionally. My tears flow so fast I cannot continue my subject.