The Arkansas banner., 1848-03-14
From Beaiiy's Miscellany. 4 FAMILY STORY,

The Lady Rohesia lay on her death b,d.
 So said the doctor,-and doctors generally al lowed to De judges in these matters; besides, Doc tor Butts was ihe Cont Physician he carried a crnch handled siaf win is crcss oi tie blacke.t ebony,--faison de plus
 ''ls there no hope, doctor7" sad Beatrice Grey
 "ls there no hope'' said EveTard Ingoidshy.
 "ls there no hope," said Sir Guy de Mon:gome He was the lady Rohesia's husbaud;-he spoke the last t
 The doctor shook his head: he looked a, the dis consolaed "idower a posse, then at the hour glass -its waning sand seemed sadly to shadow loith the siaking pulse oi his patient. Dr. Butts q very learned man. ".4rs loaga, rita bferis" said Doc tor Butts
 T am very sorry to hear it," quo,h si, Guy de Montsomeyl.
 Sir Guy was brave night, and a tail; but he was no scholar.
 ''Alas! my poor sister," sighed Ingoldsby.
 'Alas. my poor misiress.' sobbed Beatrice.
 Sir Guy neither signed nor sobbed ;-his grjef was too deep.seated for outward manifestation.
 And how long, deetor--:" The afflicted husband conld not finish the sentence.
 Doctor Butts withdrew his hands from the wris of the dying lady be pointed to ibe horpoEe scarce quarter of it's sand remianed in the upper Inoety. - Again he shook his head; he eye oi the patient ax- cd dinner, the ratling in the throat increased.
 ,'What's become oi Father Francis;"- whimper- cd Beatrice
 ''TAe lasl consolation of the ch,lreh"--sugges.ed Eyersri.
 A darker shade came over lhe brow of Sir Gay.
 "Where Is the Confessor!" continued his gFiey- ing broher-in-law
 ''ln the pantry," cried Marion Racket per'ly, as she trpped down stairs in search of that venerable occesastic ;-''In the pantry, warrant me" The boweT-womsn was not wont 10 be in the wrong;- in the pantry tile holy man discovered,- at his devoions.
 "Par robiseum!" said Father Francis, as he en- tered the chamber ot deah
 :'Plta bTeriS!'' returned Doctor Butts:--he was not man to be browbeat ont of his Latin, and by peltry tfiar Mii.im, too Had it been Bishop in- deed,--or even Initred Abbot;-bu miserable FTanciseanl
 "Benedeiic, :" said the fiar.
 ''.4is ioRga!" retor;ed the leech
 Doctor Butts adjusted tassels of his falling band, drew his short sad-coIored cloak closer around him, and, graspiug bis cross handled walking staff stalk. cd inajesticaly out of the apartment Father ran cis had the field to himse!f.7S7
 The worthy chaplain hastened to administer tue last rites of the church. To all appearances he had little time to lose bsconeaded the dismal toll of the Passing Bell sounded from the belfry tower; it. He Hubert the handy legged Sarcrstan was pulling with all his mi ght. It was capital con'rivance that same Passing Bell, which of the Urbans or Inno cents inyeDted if, is query but who ever it was he deserved well of hts country and of Chtistiandom.
 An! our ancestors were not such icols after all as we the degeneaed children, conceit the m 10 have been The Passing Bell most solemn warning to imps of every description, is not 10 be regarded with mpunity the most impudeHt Succgbns oi them all dare well dip his claws in holy water ais come within the verge of it's sound. Old Nick himself II he sits any value al all upon his tail had best yey himself clean out of hearing, and leave the way open to Paradise. Little Herbert continued pulling with all his might, and St. Peter began to look ou for a customer.
 The knell seemed to have some eiTact even upon inc R0hecia. she rsiaad haFh Glss in art cua.e sounds issued from her lips nartic aate, that is, 10 the proiane ears of the laity Those of Father Francis indeed were sharper; nothing, as he nyerred could be more distinct than the words "A thousand marks to the priory of St Mary Rounci- val" Now the Lady Rohesia Ingoldsby had brought her husband broad lands and large posse'sons much of her ample dowerv. too, was al her own disposal and nuncupatige wills had not yet beed abolished by Act of Parliament.
 .'Pious soni" ejaculated Father Francis. A thousand marks, she said--"
 If she did. I'll be sho, ' said Sir Gay de Mont gomeri.
 "A thousand marks" continued ihe eonfes SOY, fixing hls cold grey eye upon the knight, as he went on, needless of the interruption "a thousand marks and as msny .AUcs and PGtfrs shaii be cny ssid--as soon as the money is paid"
 Sir Guy shrank from the monks gaze; he turned to the widow. and muitered to himself something that sounded like "Donr you wish yoa may get it'''
 The bell eontinued to toll. Father Francis hsd quilted the foo taking win hin the remains ot the holy oil he had been using for ExiIems Unciion.-- Esersrt Ingoldsby waited on him down stairs
 "A thousand thanks." said the latter.
 "A thaqsnnd mafksn saiI the friar.
 "A thousand desiIs.' growled Sir Guy de Mont goneri from the top of the landing place.
 But his accents fell unheeded; lis brother -in-iaw and thc friar gone; he left alone with his depasting lady and BaatFice Grey.
 Efw A.. af.r fl tta foot of tue bed hIs arms were crossed upon his bo som, bis chin was sunk upon his breast hts eyes were filled with tears; the dim rays of the fading watch-Iight gave darker shade to the laErows on his brow and brighter tint to the ilile bald paich on the top of bis ead,-for Sr Guy was middle aged gentleman tall and portly wiihai, with slight bend in his shoulders, but that not much hss com plexion was somewhat aorid. espeeiaiiy ahoat the