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London, England, 1828-02-21 00:00:00

From that amusing and instructive Work the Literary
and Miscellaneous Memoirs, by the late Joseph Cra-
dock,"&q. M. A. F. S. A. 4 vols. Bt°. London,lB2B,
-J. B. Nicholls.

`TO MR. PA ULRT, ' AT SIR KM. RUSSELL'S, CAVEbIDISH

SQUABS.
!DSAR At four o'clock this afternoon I
was, again lent for, npt, to pray for Mr.—, but (at my
own request) topay the last tribute to expiring friendship.
He had no ordeii to gito —ab Oat either his plumes or
his monument. 41 if ThstaCtiftd well," said he, 4. My

deeds raven en the minds of men, and I shall
have the blessings of the deserving s let the poor be de-
cently supplied,-on the occaaion.with all necessaries,
and dthey loved me, they will not wish for superflui-
ties. I have ever been theii protector, and they would
not, I am sure, Convert' my funeral into an hour of fes-
tivity. I feel an awe, bin no grief, at my dissolution.
Some philosophers, it is. ~saidi have been., above terrors,
but I fear they were below Innuttisity i • to shudder is the
part of the guilty; to itaadunaksrisayed is the language
of the Stoic ; to be humble Ii tliiddty of a man. Be.
fore.she mortificitibettiolt*plietl' lied need of all my
fisOlOtion, but Fhopeln these inbmehts I confessed vir-
tue on the rack, and offered torture only to refine my
ere from its dross.- :There is, 1 am convinced of it now.
a counterpoise to AIL .hurttan misery,, some hidden
resi,urse which the :Iliad can hist,aupply at its utmost
Exigency :1 feel it note,ind atould think it ill exChati-
ged.fi.r all that titles, wealth, fortune, or power, could
beqow Upon me, and though I aim journeying apace to
that undiscovered country• from which I never shall
return, I would riot wish far one hour. of added life.for
aught but for my friends,*amongst whom, my dearest.
PAVLIT, I have ever principally esteemed you. ' .Thus
saying, he pressed eagerly my hand, looked fervently to
Heaven, sighed and expired. A scere like this
-awakened
all my feelings, and for some moments I experienced
an awful something without a name; tears and grief
had nearly overvvhelmed me, but I have again recover-
ed -,mr tranquillity, for it would ill become me to fall,
a victim to distress, when tray life and my profession
demand me to make use of its instruction. By his
death I have gained a trial of that fortitude Which I
hope I have not altogether disgraced. What I have
lost you can easily recount with me. He was a man
(for. I must ever dwell on his character) who, though
he had experienced all the falsehood of a bad world,
had. never steeled his heart against the feelings of hu-
manity—he was benevolent without vanity, and gene-
rous without ostentation—he had a heart, perhapsrtoo
susceptible of soft impressions, which ever laid him
open bathe designs of the artful and disingenuous, so
that from the superiority of his understanding he dolly-
ed a weakness in his worldly conduct —he was warm
in his resentments, but lest he should be behind hand
in reparation, paid always over price—he was skilled
in all the necessary truths of the religion he professed,
and it was no itifirkor branch of his knowledge that he
to remain ignorant of those deeper
mysteries which its Divine AUTitolt thought fit to con-
ceal from him—he was to me a patron, a benefactor,
acid p Aiend -.7. a friend that—but I will here close the
subject, entreating you; my dearest Charles, to with-
draw ftiquebtlY from the busy scenes of life to con-
template the character of a mar. which may add ler-
vour to virtue, seal to religion, and confidence to truth.
jam your affectionate Father, ROBOT PAIJLET.
Matteson.

. AV. ,
. Lisle, yous. Bvo. London. Bull. 1828.
Thk j. a novel of theTremsine schoOf, and the scenes
arch it draws, sad the Chirieters it presents, approach
neirer to reafirf than lbost things Of the kind we have
iseresed,offiAte... We have seldom .indeed• met in the
eame.spate (Mee vole.) so many- natural incidents, and
so many natural. characters.- • •
The adventures of the' hero, *De Lisle; are not con,
fined to his native country. His extraordinary career
carries the reader • through most of she:.capitals: of
-Buttspe t; but whether in Germany, Italv.or Spain, Dr
Lisle generally delights; and never .offendi; In De
Lislethereis no lack of humour, nor is there any lack
of what never fails to please the novel reader—diver-
sity. We .have clandestine. marriagesforced mar-
riages—.mysterious marriages—marriages of 'conve-
nience—matrimonial divisions elopemeein—separa-
tions —reconciliations— liaisons .daverewes—duels—
sea Captains—old Generals—Peersa...Pieresses--,Mtna-
ben of Parliament—and Heaven-knows what beside.
Instead of s title which @emelt: flu the attention of the iieader
exclusively on tb. parson, seinethieg like " Match Making!' would
have been, more appropriate; shim nearly one hundred bachelors,:.
widowers, widows, and spinsters, are united in the course-of 'the.
Wove. The style of Dallis Is easy and iiOwiitg, and its moral is;
good.

De following extract will, however, afford to one reader, better
materials for the fortaation,s•L a correct judgment of, the author's
merits and saanner; than any.Fitleissa Of ours fan di:
ao fajskie- radmdetady Rosamond;it is ,
ta
e We shall not be kern hip,' 'lithe,' la slow tone, • and we
tls '
re Are
damypoubero. going
- • •
•wtot no sunshine for eut ceinersatioa.'• • ' •
44 He paused, and his wife's pulie.beat fans, rehemise 'of some
New fancy that would bndistresaing to listen to, though yule fir**
sing what it was to be.
remold,''Wed° net require a long conversation oa Alm:
taming subject. '1 whited, as eeiteissly at possible, to mention elf
convictions:hat our present onalatfortable situation might bo arne-ri
liorated with a Yale resoled's'. Perhaps. we AO find it impos.ible
to be happy—bwt we shall ,pare Gorse:Wes much of what we now;
endure. bY.Pardbli* We:
" De Lisle stopped. fie did not ventare at Arse to look At
She ,toolwifesbut, surprised at bet dim% 4at at last 194 up'

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before him with her eyes dilated, nor eolourlesi lips half unclosed
her whole stiltede that of fixed attention and painful
There she stood, silent, motionless. eager to take in at every possible
sense the full measure of wretchedness. • -
"He was shocked at her coontenance. He perceived that he
had so long contemplated the plan he now proposed, that it had
escaped him how new it was to her, and how unprepared she was
for so serious a determination. He took her hand, and obliging bee
to sit beside hhn, be regretted having so abruptly mentioned his in-
tention, which, of course, was more familiar to his own imagination
than it could be to her's.
You know me, Rosamond,' he continued, and you know,
I hope, that you have no barsbness—no unnecessary harshness
—to fear from me! I ate acting from reason, not from way-
wardness; and when you' recover from the astonishment With
which I lament to see you have listened to me, you will discover
that I am right ; and that I have considered your feelings as mutt,
if not more than my own. I win not.deprive you of the children.
Two of the boys are at school ; I ask but to share their holidays
with you; the others you will sometimea send to visit me. It is a
great sacrifice; but I can bear any thing better than the life I'have
led for• some time. I shall shut up this house on the plea of eco-
nomy, and reside, when in the country, at my shooting box, which
is larger than I want for myself. The cottage we built by the sell,
and which you are so fend of, will contain the rest of the family;
and there is the house in town, to which you can go when I ant
not there.'
" Sir Hubert had spoken in breathless baste to get over what be
conceived to be, necessary arrangements, but on which, neverthe.
less, it was inexpressibly painful to dwell. He felt relieved whets
all was said, and added a fevi wordi of general soothing and kind-
•ness. It did not appear thit Lady Rosamond war conscious of
their import. She sat with both he: hands covering her face, too
much overcome to speak, but sufficiendy herself to comprehend
the prospect thus opened 'upon her. That be should so lung have
considered all this—se reasoned, and deliberated, and matured his
determination! It went like a dagger to her heart. Many a thought
came hurrying to and fro, which she forcibly repelled, and yet
which returned again.
0 A son of instinctive feeling, that resolution was necessary,
and submission a duty, gave her power to check fur a moment t►e
agitation that inwardly shook her. She withdrew her hands; and
looked caltny upwards. Her lip was pale and quivering, but there
was a burning spot on either cheek, that gave a wild unnatural
brilliancy to her eye. She essayed to speak, but the effort was vain.
She could as soon have uttered a sound in the agonies of suffoca-
tion, with the hand of a fiend grasping her throat. When she per-
ceived it was so, she contented herself with bowing her head in
token of obedience, and slowly rising, she turned towards the house.
It was evident she could hardly distinguish her way, and•De Lisle
offered to guide her. But in this first moment of agony, kindness
from him was a sort of mockery. Passion Is ever unjust, and Who
is at all times dispassionate? Lady Rosamond did nut withdraw
her hind; she snatched it away, with a moduli indiCating More
scorn and contempt and loathing, than it seemed poesibiceis ex-
-as by One brief action.

press by .
• " It was Sir Hubert's turn to feel overwhelmed and bleatideand
be remained rooted to the spot where his wife bad /tinted its
aid, long after she had disappeared. He heard through: the Open
window of her apartment, her door closed with some violence.
He started and turned away, unwilling _to listen for any other
sound, but one did pursue him, smote on his ear, and impelled his
steps more swiftly. forward. It was a cry so feeble, so prolonged,
so Indescribably sad, it 'painted well the broken heart from whence
it sprang. De Lisle sprang forward faster and faster, till be left
the house far behind ; but the sound rang in his ears, livedirthis
nerves, 'and seemed ever and anon renewed *by meMory in "clearer,
sharper tones than the first. Will.this ever subside ? thought beat
last to himself, or have I plunged into greater misery, impatient of
*hat, perhaps, was nothing strange—nothing more than thousands
meet With and endure ? No! this •is mere weakness. I kilo* I

ebould suffer at first; but calm will some to as both. Poor Rosa-
mond I have steeped your gentle spirit in bitterness; but ytnrwill
forgive me, and be happier without me ! a feeling of desolateness
succeeded theft reflections. He flung himself on the earth, and
wept as be bad never wept before."