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an Hibernian of the first cut, behaved himself gallantly, comme il faut; at the same time, with the most profound respect, and with a very well executed impression of businels on his countenance. “Mr.“, you supply people of rank who are in want of money, don't in the constant habit of enjoying that honour, madam."
Why then, I must have fifteen hundred pounds immediately; but the bufiness must be so contrived, that it may never come to the Duke's ears, a thing I would not have happen for twenty times the sum." "0! dear, your Grace," replied Mr. Secretary, making a most profound reverence,“ secrecy is the
essence of our profeffion ; your Grace need not beltow one fingle thought on that part of the subject.” “Well, sir, in what man. ner must the affair be conducted, I suppose I must give you my note?” “O ! yes, and please your Grace, you are perfectly right, madam ; only in mere compliance with the usual forms of business, with the simple addition of having another name joined with that of your Grace any body's, madan, for form fake, that of your Grace's steward, for instance.” The steward was in con. sequence immediately summoned, and when made privy to the fecret, was instantly seized with an ague fit. Being a prudent man, and fully comprehending the nature and drift of the transaction, he positively declined taking any share in it, urging, by way of apology to her Grace, that should it come to the Duke's ear, he should be discharged the service, and ruined for ever. But the Duchess assuming her full share of the privilege of high rank, which is to be exempt from the disgrace of advice or controul, threw herself into some of the most sublime aristocratic airs, which did not by any means exhibit her beautiful features to advantage. In vain did this faithful servant remonstrate even with tears in his eyes :Her Grace commanded Mr. Scrivener assumed airs of monied consequence, and in the end the poor steward, fairly beaten by such fearful odds, was under the neces fity of compliance. The money-lender, tickled to the
very midriff, folded up the steward's drafts upon his noble mistress, most curiously, in an elegant embroi. dered pocket-book, which he always carried for such occafions, and with a countenance expressive of as much inward satisfaction, as of outward respect, took his leave of her Grace ; promising to step back again, in less than an hour, with the cash. But whether his dancingmaster had never taught him this backward fep, or whether or not his memory might fail him, in the great pressure of business, or whatever might be the reason, hè certainly never returned again to trouble her Grace; but only having just a recollection of the time when the bill became due, he very complaisantly took the trouble to send it to the Duke for payment, which he obtained ; and it is supposed there the business ended. (Related by her Grace.)
This little history of a bill of exchange (ftri&tly true in every particular, since it came from such authority,) is by no means inserted with a malevolent view, or with intent to give offence; but rather from the hope that it may excite a smile, and give a useful caution to those ladies of exalted rank, and fair character, who may be unwarily drawn in by the rapid vortex of fashion, to the cominillion of little ridiculous peccadilloes, derogatory to that high degree of estimation in which they ought to stand in the opinion of their country. In these ticklish times, when rank and privilege are about to be asailed on all sides, throughout Europe, it surely behoves the poffeffors of such distinctions to be doubly circumspect in their conduct, that they may afford their vigilant enemies no needless advantage.
(To be continued.)
LATE MARY WOOLLSTONCRAFT GODWIN,
Author of " A Vindication of the Rights of Women."
FROM HER VARIOUS PUBLICATIONS, For the Entertainment and Instruction of the rising Generation.
Continued from page 173.)
(From the CAVE of FANCY).
CAVE OF FANCY.
a sequestered valley, surrounded by rocky moun. though sun-bcams variegated their ainple" fides, lived a Sage, to whom nature had unlocked her most hidden secrets. His hollow eyes, funk in their orbits, retired from the view of vulgar objects, and turned inwards overleaped the boundary prescribed to human knowledge. Intense thinking, during fourscore and ten years, had whitened the scattered locks of his head, which, like the summit of the distant mountain, appeared to be bound by an eternal frost.
On the sandy waste behind the mountains the track of ferocious beasts might be traced, and sometimes the mangled limbs which they left, attracted a hovering flight of birds of prey. An extensive wood the Sage had forced to rear its head in a foil by no means congenial
, the firm trunks of the trees seem to frown with defiance on time; though the spoils of innumerable summers co, vered the roots which resembled fangs; so closely did they cling to the unfriendly sand, where serpents hissed,
and snakes rolling out their vast folds, inhaled the noxious vapours. The ravens and owls who inhabited the folitude gave also a thicker gloom to the everlasting twi. light, and the croaking of the former, a monotony in unison with the gloom; whilft lions and tygers Thunning even this faint semblance of day, fought the dark ca. vern, and at night when they shook off sleep, their roaring would make the whole valley resound, con, founded with the screechings of the bird of night.
One mountain rose sublime towering above all, on the craggy fides of which a few sea weeds grew, washed by the ocean that with tumultuous roar rushed to assauli, and even to undermine the huge barrier that stopped its progress; and ever and anon a ponderous mass loosened from the cliff to which it scarcely seemed to adhere, al. ways threatening to fall, fell into the flood, rebounding as it fell, and the found was re-echoed from rock to rock. Look where you would, all was without form, as if nature suddenly stopping her hand had left chaus
Closed to the most remote side of it was the Sage's abode. It was a rude hut, formed of stumps of trees and matted twigs to secure him from the inclemency of the weather; only through apertures crossed with rushes the wind entered with wild murmurs modulated by these obstructions. A clear spring broke out of the middle of the adjacent rock which, dropping slowly into a cavity it had hallowed, soon overflowed, and then ran fruggling to free itself from the cumbrous fragments till it become a deep silent stream; it escaped through reeds and roots of trees, whose blafted tops overhung and darkened the current.
One side of the hut was supported by the rock, and at midnight, when the Sage itruck the inclosed part, it yawned wide, and admitted him into a cavern in the very bowels of the earth, where human foot never before had trod; and the various spirits which inhabit the different regions of nature were here obedient to his
potent word. The cavern had been formed by the great inundation of waters when the approach of a comec forced them from their source; then, when the foun. tains of the great deep were broken up, a stream rushed out of the centre of the earth where the spirits who had lived on it are confined, to purify themselves from the drofs contracted in their first stage of existence ; and it flowed in black waves for ever bubbling along the cave, the extent of which had never been explored. From the sides and top wàter distilled, and petrifying as it fell, took fantastic shapes that soon divided it into apartments, if so they might be called. In the foam a wearied spirit would sometimes arise to catch the most distant glimpse of light, or to taste the vagrant breeze which the yawning of the rock admitted, when Sageftus, for that was the name of the sage, entered. Some who were refined and almost cleared from vicious spots, he would allow to leave for a limited time their dark prison house; and flying on the winds across the bleak northern ocean, or rising in an exhalation till they reached a fun-beam, they thus revisited the haunts of men. These were the guardian angels who in soft whispers restrain the vicious, and animate the wavering wretch whọ stands suspended between virtue and vice.
Sagestus had spent a night in the cavern, as he often did, and he left the filent vestibuie of the grave just as the sun, emerging from the ocean, dispersed the clouds which were not half so dense as those he had left. All that was human in him rejoiced at the fight of receiving life, and he viewed with pleasure the mounting fap rising to expand the herbs which grew spontaneously in this wild; when turning his eyes towards the sea, he found that death had been at work during his absence, and terrific marks of a furious storm still spread horror around. Though the day was serene, and threw bright rays on eyes for ever shut, it dawned not for the