gress; and as to punishing those who have offended you, it is your duty at this trying moment to forgive all your enemies." "What! the Jacks in office, who imprisoned me for nothing, and robbed me of a heavy fine? the perjured villains who lodged false accusations against me?" "It is incumbent upon you, as a good christian, to forgive them all.” "Well, if I must, I must: I forgive them then; and now, I suppose, I may hate them with a clear conscience; and I hope they will be so visited by the stings of guilt as to be unable to forgive themselves. How long have I to live?" "Not many hours,” replied the physician. "Let me, then, see no more of you or your medicines," cried the dying Burgomaster, whose prejudice against the profession was confirmed by his present experience of its inefficacy to save him." My will is made; I have left every thing to my darling child. My affairs in this world are settled: send me a clergyman, that I may consider the rem prorsus substantialem." From this moment he never lost his calmness and self-possession, nor uttered a word of repining at being so unexpectedly summoned from the world. After receiving the consolations of religion, he took an affecting leave of his friend and his family; reminded the almost heartbroken Constantia that he was only going to visit her dear mother, where they should await her joining them; and shortly after died as he had lived, with the confidence and fortitude of a virtuous and honest man. CHAPTER II. "Thou sure and firm-set earth! Hear not my steps, which way they walk, for fear And take the present horror from the time, Which now suits with it. Whiles I threat, he lives- SHAKSPEARE. ON the morning after the agitating conversa tion between Julia Strickland, and our hero, at Haelbeck, he made preparations for quitting that melancholy abode, and bidding adieu to its mysterious and world-severed inmates. For this purpose, he obtained an interview with the exile, whom he had not seen for several days, and whom he now found in a state of the deepest alarm and despondency, from an apprehension ་ that his departure, following so immediately upon the receipt of a letter, was connected with some plot for giving him up to his enemies."What, Sir!" he exclaimed, as Jocelyn approached, at the same time bringing his shaggy beard, and gaunt features close to him, “ you are come to take another view of your victim, that you may swear to me with safety. Gaze your full, Sir; gaze on these wild eyes, this wan and haggard face, this wasted form, these feeble outward evidences of a wretchedness within, that defies a full expression of its intensity; then go, and give up this poor scared and heart-broken being to the blood-hounds that are seeking his life; to the hootings of an infuriated world; to a public gibbet; to posthumous infamy. You are capable of all this, because you are a man; likely to perpetrate it, because you have taken shelter beneath my roof, and shared my bread; almost certain to be guilty of it, because you have sworn secrecy, and have called yourself my friend. Go, Sir, and act like yourself; for you are a human being. You are of that mongrel race, which possesses the form of a god, with the mind and attributes of the blackest devil. Look at your victim once more, and then, begone, you celestial dæmon!" Jocelyn, who had never accosted him in such an angry mood, never witnessed such a paroxysm of misanthropy, was at a considerable loss what course to pursue, or what arguments to adduce, for allaying his apprehensions. He showed him the letter, containing the summons from his friend Tracy; even offering to defer his departure, if his longer continuance at Haelbeck could contribute to the removal of his doubts: but the miserable man clung to his suspicions with all the tenacity of a morbid mind, until his wife appeared, and joined with Jocelyn in endeavouring to disabuse him of his error. Her tender and affectionate tones, her calmness and selfpossession, seldom failed to soothe or shame him |