extravagance. I saw the debauched husband again surrounded by vice. I saw him at *Jersey* when he ought to have been at *Brunswick*; I saw him at the dice box when there was a *paradise* in his own dwelling; I saw him attend to the *chance* of the main, but leave the main chance to shift for itself; he considered his wife a *bagatelle*, to be shut up at pleasure. I saw him again at the race-course anxiously watching the *goal*, while the *gaol* was watching for him. I saw him lose his money at the heat, and lose his temper at the palace. I saw him bend his body to the prostitutes around him, but bend his brow to the wife who was waiting his return in solitude. I saw him planting the horns of cockoldom on the forehead of his friends, and the wrinkles of care on the forehead of his wife. I saw him break those laws he was bound to preserve, and that heart he had sworn to foster. I saw him a volunteer in the legions of vice, he was in the *rifle* corps, he was a *kernel*, but it was a decayed one. I saw him drive from his house the wife of his bosom; I saw him expel her a foreigner, unknown, deserted, destitute and forlorn; yea, expel even her from his presence, and drive her with her infant to seek a refuge from the friendly stranger or the humane philanthropist. I saw him surrounded by the beguiling party of revellers, they were called the club, for the club-foot was visible among them. I saw him drink the draught of inebriety; the time will come when he will wish for the draught of oblivion. I saw him with Sherry, the drunken wit; methought something whispered in my ear,

Though now he fills with wine the bowl,
To drink with glee and Sherry,
The time will come, when he will fill
The land with woe and Derry.

I thought even then his eye was fixed on *Pedlar's Acre*; his politics were low, they were the politics of a *Pitt*, hollow yet deep, and to be understood only by *descending*. I thought he was sunk for ever in the *pit* of infamy. I looked around me—I saw the silver locks of his parent torn by the roots in agony at the iniquity of the son. I saw a vacant gaze in his eye; heavenly powers! reason had vacated her seat, the power of memory and of the mind was destroyed, the aged sire was no longer sensible of misery—the acts of the son had destroyed the reason of the father. I looked again, I saw his wife surrounded by his emissaries, I saw the titled perjurer, and the female oath-breaker; I heard their self-created tale of calumny. I saw the peers of the kingdom of Bull assemble together, I saw the liar branded with the mark of disgrace, I saw the shameless wretch hid by the hirer from the revenge of virtue. I saw the acquitted wife persecuted, abandoned, libelled, calumniated. I saw her sit desolate; lone was her fire-side—silent her regal hall; the mournful wind as it rushed beneath the portico, stifled with its breath the sigh of sadness. I saw dishonour watching by her residence, to taunt and to insult her. I saw her driven by the machinations of vice to quit her adopted country. I saw her depart from the land of the freeman, wafted by the regretting sigh of the virtuous, bewewed with the sorrowing tear of the noble and the brave. I cast my eyes around, I saw the cold corse of the heartbroken parent borne to its regal sepulchre. I saw the earth receive for ever its venerable burthen. I felt the tear of anguish and indignation rush down my cheek—it was the warm tear of sensibility, it fell on my hand—I started—and found it was—A DREAM.

Just Published,
THE FOLLOWING DREAMS:

(By the same Author.)

1. THE PROFLIGATE SON. 2. THE CONSPIRATORS. 3. THE DEGRADED KING.
With appropriate Cuts.

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