but boil with unceasing fury, while it wrecked every goodly ship that approached its limits! he should be an earthquake capable of shaking the very land in which he dwelt, and rendering all its inhabitants friendless, outcast, and miserable, as I am!'

The wretched being rushed into his hut as he uttered these last words, shutting the door with furious violence, and rapidly drawing two bolts, one after another, as if to exclude the intrusion of any one of that hated race, who had thus lashed his soul to frenzy. Earnscliff left the moor with a mingling sensation of pity and horror, pondering what strange and melancholy cause could have reduced to so miserable a state of mind, a man whose language argued him to be of rank and education much superior to the vulgar. He was also surprised to see how much particular information a person who had lived in that country so short a time, and in so recluse a manner, had been able to collect respecting the dispositions and private affairs of the inhabitants.

It is no wonder,' he said to himself,' that with such extent of information, such a mode of life, so uncouth a figure, and sentiments so virulently misanthropic, this unfortunate should be regarded by the vulgar as in league with the enemy of mankind.'

CHAPTER V.

The bleakest rock upon the loneliest heath
Feels, in its barrenness, some touch of spring;
And, in the April dew, or beam of May,

Its moss and linchen freshen and revive;

And thus the heart, most seared to human pleasure,
Melts at the tear, joys in the smile of woman.

BEAUMONT.

As the season advanced, the weather became more genial, and the Recluse was more frequently found occupying the broad flat stone in the front of his mansion. As he sate there one day, about the hour of noon, a party of gentlemen and ladies, well mounted, and numerously attended, swept across the heath at some distance from his dwelling. Dogs, hawks, and led-horses, swelled the retinue, and the air resounded at intervals with the cheer of the hunters, and the sound of horns blown by the attendants. The Recluse was about to retire into his mansion at the sight of a train so joyous, when three young ladies, with their attendants, who had made a circuit, and detached themselves from their party, in order to gratify their curiosity by a sight of the Wise Wight of Mucklestane-Moor, came suddenly up ere he could effect his purpose. The first shrieked, and put her hands before her eyes, at sight of an object so unusually deformed. The second, with a hysterical giggle, which she intended should disguise her terrors, asked the Recluse, whether he could tell their fortune. The third,

who was best mounted, best dressed, and incomparably the best looking of the three, advanced, as if to cover the incivility of her companions.

'We have lost the right path that leads through these morasses, and our party have gone forward without us,' said the young lady. Seeing you, father, at the door of your house, we have turned this way to'

'Hush!' interrupted the Dwarf;' so young and already so artful? You came-you know you came, to exult in the consciousness of your own youth, wealth, and beauty, by contrasting them with age, poverty, and deformity. It is a fit employment for the daughter of your father, but O how unlike the child of your mother!'

'Did you, then, know my parents, and do you know me?'

'Yes; this is the first time you have crossed my waking eyes, but I have seen you in my dreams.' 'Your dreams?'

'Aye, Isabel Vere. What hast thou, or thine, to do with my waking thoughts?'

'Your waking thoughts, sir,' said the second of Miss Vere's companions, with a sort of mock gravity, are fixed, doubtless, upon wisdom; folly can only intrude on your sleeping moments.'

'Over thine,' retorted the Dwarf, more splenetically than became a philosopher, or hermit, 'folly exercises an unlimited empire, asleep or

awake.'

'Lord bless us!' said the lady, ' he's a prophet, sure enough.'

'As surely,' continued the Recluse, as thou art a woman-a woman!-I should have said a

lady-a fine lady. You asked me to tell your fortune-it is a simple one; an endless chase through life after follies not worth catching, and, when caught, successively thrown away,—a chase, pursued from the days of tottering infancy to those of old age upon his crutches. Toys and merry-makings in childhood-love and its absurdities in youth-spadille and basto in age, shall succeed each other as objects of pursuit-flowers and butterflies in spring-butterflies and thistledown in summer-withered leaves in autumn and winter-all pursued, all caught, all flung aside.— Stand apart; your fortune is said.'

All caught, however,' retorted the laughing fair one, who was a cousin of Miss Vere's; that's something, Nanny,' she continued, turning to the timid damsel who had first approached the Dwarf; ' will you ask your fortune?'

'Not for worlds,' said she, drawing back, 'I have heard enough of yours.'

'Well, then,' said Miss Ilderton, offering money to the Dwarf, ' I'll pay for mine, as if it were spoken by an oracle to a princess.'

'Truth,' said the Soothsayer, can neither be bought nor sold,' and he pushed back her proffered offering with morose disdain.

'Well, then,' said the lady, I'll keep my money, Mr Elshender, to assist me in the chase I am to pursue.'

'You will need it,' replied the cynic; ' without it, few pursue successfully, and fewer are themselves pursued.-Stop!' he said to Miss Vere, as her companions moved off,' with you I have more to say. You have what your companions would

wish to have, or to be thought to have,-beauty, wealth, station, accomplishments.'

'Forgive my following my companions, father; I am proof both to flattery and fortune-telling.'

'Stay,' continued the Dwarf, with his hand on her horse's rein. I am no common soothsayer, and I am no flatterer. All the advantages I have detailed, all and each of them have their corresponding evils-unsuccessful love, crossed affections, the gloom of a convent, or an odious alliance. I, who wish ill to all mankind, cannot wish more evil to you, so much is your course of life crossed by it.'

'And if it be, father, let me enjoy the readiest solace of adversity while prosperity is in my power. You are old; you are poor; your habitation is far from human aid, were you ill, or in want; your situation, in many respects, exposes you to the suspicions of the vulgar, which are too apt to break out into actions of brutality. Let me think I have mended the lot of one human being; accept of such assistance as I have power to offer; do this for my sake, if not for your own, that, when these evils arise, which you prophesy perhaps too truly, I may not have to reflect, that the hours of my happier time have been passed altogether in vain.'

The old man answered with a broken voice, and almost without addressing himself to the young lady.

'Yes, 'tis thus thou should'st think-'tis thus thou should'st speak, if ever human speech and thought kept touch with each other! They do notthey do not—Alas! they cannot. And yet-wait