THE STORY-TELLER. TO-MORROW. (Concluded from our last Number.) I LEFT Mr. Croft's house with a vague, indescribable feel ing of dissatisfaction and disappointment; but when I arrived at my inn, and repeated all that had passed to my wife, she seemed quite surprised and delighted by the civil and friendly manner in which this gentleman had behaved. She tried to reason the matter with me; but there is no reasoning with imagination. The fact was, Mr. Croft had destroyed certain vague and visionary ideas, that I had indulged, of making, by some unknown means, a rapid fortune in America; and to be reduced to real life, and sink into a clerk in a merchant's counting-house, was mortification and misery. Lucy in vain dwelt upon the advantage of having found, immediately upon my arrival in Philadelphia, a certain mode of employment, and a probability of rising to be a partner in one of the first mercantile houses, if I went on steadily for a few years. I was forced to acknowledge that her relation was very good; that I was certainly very fortunate, and that I ought to think myself very much obliged to Mr. Croft. But after avowing all this, I walked up and down the room in melancholy reverie for a considerable length of time. My wife reminded me repeatedly that Mr. Croft said he dined precisely at two o'clock; that he was a very punctual man; that it was a long walk, as I had found it, from the inn to his house; that I had better dress myself for dinner; and that my clean shirt and cravat were ready for me. I still walked up and down the room in reverie till my wife was completely ready had dressed the child, and held up my watch before my eyes to show me that it wanted but ten minutes of two. I then began to dress in the greatest hurry imaginable; and, unluckily, as I was pulling on my silk stocking, I tore a hole in the leg, or, as my wife expressed it, a stitch dropped, and I was forced to wait while she repaired the evil. Certainly this operation of taking up a stitch, as I am instructed to call it, is one of the slowest operations in nature; or rather, one of the most tedions and teazing manœuvres of art. Though the most willing and the most dexterous fingers that ever touched a needle were employed in my service, I thought the work would never be finished. At last, I was hosed and shod, and out we set. It struck a quarter past two as we left the house; we came to Mr. Croft's in the middle of dinner. He had a large company at table; every body was disturbed; my Lucy was a stranger to Mrs. Croft, and was to be introduced; and nothing could be more awkward and embarrassing than our entrée and introduction. There were such compliments and apologies, such changing of places, such shuffling of chairs, and running about of servants, that I thought we should never be seated. In the midst of the bustle my little chap began to roar most horribly, and to struggle to get away from a black servant, who was helping him up on his chair. The child's terror at the sudden approach of the negro could not be conquered, nor could he by any means be quieted. Mrs. Croft, at last, ordered the negro out of the room, the roarng erased, and nothing but the child's sobs were heard for some instants. The guests were all silent, and had ceased eating; Mrs. Croft was vexed because every thing was cold; Mr. Croft looked much discomfited, and said not a syllable more than was absolutely necessary, as master of the house. I never ate, or rather I was never at, a more disagreeable dinner. I was in pain for Lucy, as well as for myself; her colour rose up to her temples. I cursed myself a hundred times for not having gone to dress in time. At length, to my great relief, the cloth was taken away; but even when we came to the wine after dinner, the cold formality of my host continued unabated, and I began to fear that he had taken an insurmountable dislike to me, and that I should lose all the advantages of his protection and -seistance; advantages which rose considerably in my esti mation, when I apprehended I was upon the point of losing them. Soon after dinner, a young gentleman, of the name of Hudson, joined the company; his manners and appearance were prepossessing; he was frank and well-bred; and the effect of his politeness was soon felt, as if by magic, for every body became at their ease. His countenance was full of life and fire; and though he said nothing that showed remarkable abilities, every thing he said pleased. As soon as he found that I was a stranger, he addressed his conversation principally to me. I recovered my spirits, exerted myself to entertain him, and succeeded. He was delighted to hear news from England, and especially from London; a city which he said he had an ardent desire to visit. When he took leave of me in the evening, he expressed very warmly the wish to cultivate my acquaintance, and I was the more flattered and obliged by this civility, because I was certain that he knew exactly my situation and circumstances, Mrs. Croft having explained them to him very fully even in my hearing. In the course of the ensuing week, young Mr. Hudson and I saw one another almost every day; and our mutual liking for each other's company increased. He introduced me to his father, who had been a planter; and, having made a large fortune, came to reside at Fhiladelphia to enjoy himself, as he said, for the remainder of his days. He lived in what the sober Americans called a most luxurious and magnificent style. The best company in Philadelphia met at his house; and he delighted particulary in seeing those who had convivial talents, and who would supply him with wit and gaiety, in which he was naturally rather deficient. On my first visit, I perceived that his son had boasted of me as one of the best companions in the world; and I determined to support the character that had been given of me: I told two or three good stories, and sung two or three good songs. The company were charmed with me; old Mr. Hudson was particularly delighted; he gave me a pressing general invitation to his house, and most of the principal guests followed his example. I was not a little elated with this success. Mr. Croft was with me at this entertainment; and I own I was peculiarly gratified by feeling that I at once became conspicuous, by my talents, in a company where he was apparently of no consequence, notwithstanding all his wealth and prudence. As we went home together, he said to me very gravely, "I would not advise you, Mr. Basil Lowe, to accept of all these invitations; nor to connect yourself intimately with young Hudson. The society at Mr. Hudson's is very well for those who have made a fortune, and want to spend it; but for those who have a fortune to make, in my opinion, it is not only useless but dangerous." I was in no humour, at this moment, to profit by this sober advice; especially as I fancied it might be dictated, in some degree, by envy of my superior talents and accomplishments. My wife, however, supported his advice by many excellent and kind arguments. She observed that these people, who invited me to their houses as a good com panion, followed merely their own pleasure, and would never be of any real advantage to me; that Mr. Croft, on the contrary, showed, from the first hour when I applied to him, a desire to serve me; that he had pointed out the means of establishing myself; and that, in the advice he gave me, he could be actuated only by a wish to be of use to me; that it was more reasonable to suspect him of despising than of envying talents, which were not directed to the grand object of gaining money. Good sense, from the lips of a woman whom a man loves, has a mighty effect upon his understanding, especially if he sincerely believe that the woman has no desire to rule. This was my singular case. I promised Lucy I would refuse all invitations for the ensuing fortnight, and devote myself to whatever business Mr. Croft might devise. No one could be more assiduous than I was for ten days, and I perceived that Mr. Croft, though it was not his custom to praise, was well satisfied with my diligence. Unluckily, on the eleventh day, I put off in the morning making out an invoice, which he left for me to do, and I was persuaded in the evening to go out with young Mr. Hudson. I had expressed, in conversation with him, some curiosity about the American frog-concerts; of which I had read, in modern books of travels, extraordinary accounts. Mr. Hudson persuaded me to accompany him to a swamp, at some miles distant from Philadelphia, to hear one of these concerts. The performance lasted some time, and it was late before we returned to town: I went to bed tired, and waked in the morning with a cold, which I had caught by standing so long in the swamp. I lay an hour after I was called, in hopes of getting rid of my cold: when I was at last up and dressed, I recollected my invoice, and resolved to do it the first thing after breakfast, but, unluckily, I put it off till I had looked for some lines in Homer's "Battle of the Frogs and Mice." There was no Homer, as you may guess, in Mr. Croft's house, and I went to a bookseller's to borrow one: he had Pope's Iliad and Odyssey, but no Battle of the Frogs and Mice. I walked over half the town in search of it; at length I found it, and was returning in triumph, with Homer in each pocket, when at the door of Mr. Croft's house I found half-a-dozen porters, with heavy loads upon their backs. "Where are you going, my good fellows ?" said I. "To the quay, sir, with the cargo for the Betsey." "My God!" cried I, "stop. Can't you stop a minute? I thought the Betsey was not to sail till to-morrow. Stop one minute." "Carousing, sir!" said I. "Give me leave to assure you that we were not carousing. We were only at a frogconcert." Mr. Croft, who had at least suppressed his displeasure till now, looked absolutely angry; he thought I was making a joke of him. When I convinced him that I was in earnest, he changed from anger to astonishment, with a large mixture of contempt in his nasal muscles. "A frog-concert!" repeated he. "And is it possible that any man could neglect any invoice merely to go to hear a parcel of frogs croaking in a swamp? Sir, you will never do in a mercantile house." He walked off to the warehouse, and left me half mortified, and half provoked. From this time all hopes from Mr. Croft's friendship was at an end. He was coldly civil to me during the few remaining days of the fortnight that we staid at his house. He took the trouble, however, of looking out for a cheap and tolerably comfortable lodging for my wife and boy; the rent of which he desired to pay for his relation, he said, as long as I should remain in Philadelphia, or till I should find myself in some eligible situation. He seemed pleased with Lucy, and said she was a very properly conducted, well-disposed, prudent young woman, whom he was not ashamed to own for a cousin. He repeated at parting, that he should be happy to afford me every assistance in reason, toward pursuing any feasible plan of advancing myself; but it was his decided opinion that I could never succeed in a mercantile line. I never liked Mr. Croft; he was much too punctual, too much of an automaton, for me; but I should have felt more regret at leaving him, and losing his friendship, and should have expressed more gratitude for his kindness to Lucy and my boy, if my head had not at the time been full of young "No, sir," said they, "that we can't; for the Captain bade us make what haste we could to the quay to load her." I ran into the house; the Captain of the Betsey was bawling in the hall with his hat on the back of his head; Mr. Croft on the landing-place of the warehouse stairs, with open letters in his hand, and two or three of the under-Hudson. clerks were running different ways with pens in their mouths. "Mr. Basil! the invoice!" exclaimed all the clerks at once, the moment I made my appearance. "Mr. Basil Lowe, the invoice and the copy, if you please," repeated Mr. Croft. "We have sent three messengers after you. Very extraordinary to go out at this time of day, and not even to leave word where you were to be found. Here's the Captain of the Betsey has been waiting this half-hour for the invoice. Well, sir! will you go for it now? and at the same time bring me the copy, to enclose in this letter to our correspondent by post." I stood petrified." Sir, the invoice, sir!-Good Heavens! I forgot it entirely.” "You remember, it now, sir, I suppose. Keep your apologies till we have leisure. The invoices if you please." "The invoices! My God, sir! I beg ten thousand pardons! They are not drawn out." "Not drawn out! Impossible!" said Mr. Croft. "Then I'm off!" cried the captain, with a tremendous oath. "I can't wait another tide for any clerk breathing.' "Send back the porters, Captain, if you please," said Mr. Croft coolly. "The whole cargo must be unpacked. I took it for granted, Mr. Basil, that you had drawn the invoice, according to order, yesterday morning; and of course the goods were packed in the evening. I was certainly wrong in taking it for granted that you would be punctual. A man of business should take nothing for granted. This is a thing that will not occur to me again as long as I live." I poured forth expressions of contrition; but apparently unmoved by them, and without anger or impatience in his manner, he turned from me as soon as the porters came back with the goods, and ordered them all to be unpacked and replaced in the warehouse. I was truly concerned. "I believe you spent your evening yesterday with young Mr. Hudson ?" said he, returning to me. "Yes, sir,-I am sincerely sorry "Sorrow in these cases does no good, sir," interrupted he. "I thought I had sufficiently warned you of the danger of forming that intimacy. Midnight carousing will not for men of business." He professed the warmest regard for me, congratulated me from getting free from old Croft's mercantile clutches, and assured me that such a man as I was could not fail to succeed in the world by my own talents and the assistance of friends and good connexions. I was now almost every day at his father's house, in company with numbers of rich and gay people, who were all my friends. I was the life of society, was invited everywhere, and accepted every invitation, because I could not offend Mr. Hudson's intimate acquaintance. From day to day, from week to week, from month to month, I went on in this style. I was old Hudson's grand favourite, and every body told me he could do anything he pleased for me. I had formed a scheme, a bold scheme, of obtaining from government a large tract of territory in the ceded lands of Louisiana, and of collecting subscriptions in Philadelphia, among my friends, to make a settlement there; the subscribers to be paid by instalments, so much the first year, so much the second, and so onward, till the whole should be liquidated. I was to collect hands from the next ships, which were expected to be full of emigrants from Ireland and Scotland. I had soon a long list of snbscribers, who gave me their names always after dinner or after supper. Old Hudson wrote his name at the head of the list, with an ostentatiously large sum opposite to it. In this way poor Basil hangs on for a whole twelvemonth, ere he can be persuaded that old Hudson was a boaster and a fabulist; and it takes another to convince him that he is, as well as indolent and obstinate, the most selfish of human beings. Young Hudson was, however, still the friend. He had expectations of money, and made large promises, and with him Basil continued to shoot and skait, and remain a miserable dependant. Many a desperately cold winter's day, he says, I have submitted to be driven in his sledge, when I would much rather, I own, have been safe and snug by my own fireside, with my wife. Poor Lucy spent her time in a disagreeable and melancholy way during these three years; for, while I was out almost every day, and all day long, she was alone in her lodging for numberless hours. She never repined, but always received me with a good-humoured countenance when I came home, even after sitting up half the night to wait for my return from Hudson's suppers. It grieved me to the heart to see her thus seemingly deserted; but I comforted myself with the reflection that this way of life would last but for a short time; that my friend would soon be of age, and able to fulfil all his promises; and that we should then all live together in happiness. I assured Lucy that the present idle, if not dissipated manner in which I spent my days, was not agreeable to my taste; that I was often extremely melancholy, even when I was forced to appear in the highest spirits; and that I often longed to be quietly with her when I was obliged to sacrifice my time to friendship. It would have been impossible that she and my child could have subsisted all this time independently, but for her steadiness and exertions. She would not accept of any pecuniary assistance, except from her relation, Mr. Croft, who regularly paid the rent of her lodgings. She undertook to teach some young ladies, whom Mrs. Croft introduced to her, various kinds of fine needle-work, in which she excelled; and for this she was well paid. I know that she never cost me one farthing during the three years and three months that we lived in Philadelphia. But even for this I do not give her so much credit as for her sweet temper, during these trials, and her great forbearance in never reproaching or disputing with me. Many wives, who are called excellent managers, make their husbands pay tenfold in suffering what they save in money. This was not my Lucy's way; and, therefore, with my esteem and respect, she ever had my fondest affections. I was in hopes that the hour was just coming when I should be able to prove this to her, and when we should no longer be doomed to spend our days asunder. But, alas, her judgment was letter than mine. My friend Hudson was now within six weeks of being of , when unfortunately there arrived in Philadelphia a company of players from England. Hudson, who was Fager for everything that had the name of pleasure, insisted upon my going with him to their first representation. Among the actresses there was a girl of the name of Marion, who seemed to be ordinary enough, just fit for a company of strolling players, but she danced passably well, and danced a great deal between the acts that night. Hudson clapped his hands till I was quite out of patience. He was in raptures; and the more I depreciated, the more he extolled the girl. I wished her in Nova Zembla, for I saw he was falling in love with her, and had a kind of presentiment of all that was to follow. To tell the matter briefly, for what signifies dwelling upon past misfortunes, the more young Hudson's passion increased for this dancing girl, the more his friendship for me declined, for I had frequent arguments with him upon the subject, and did all I could to open his eyes. I saw that the damsel had art, that she knew the extent of her power, and that she would draw her infatuated lover in to marry her. He was headstrong and violent in all his passions; he quarrelled with me, carried the girl off to Jamaica, married her the day he was of age, and settled upon his plantation. There was an end of all my hopes about the ceded territory. Lucy, who was always my resource in misfortune, comforted me by saying I had done my duty in combating my friend's folly at the expense of my own interest; and that, though he had quarrelled with me, she loved me the better for it. All things considered, I would not have exchanged feelings and situations with him. Reflecting upon my own history and character, I have often thought it a pity that, with certain good qualities, and, I will add, talents, which deserved a better fate, I should have never succeeded in anything I attempted, because I could not conquer one seemingly slight defect in my dispoaition, which had grown into a habit. Thoroughly detertained by Lucy's advice to write to Mr. Croft, to request he would give me another trial, I put off sending the letter till the next day; and that very morning Mr. Croft set off on a jearney to a distant part of the country, to see a daughter who was newly married. By an accident, seconded by Basil's procrastinating temper, he, at this time drew upon himself the suspicion of riving attempted to poison old Hudson and a party of gen tlemen, by laying in the cook's way a dangerous herb. Out of this affair he is extricated with some difficulty; but his former friends looked coldly upon him. Mr. Croft was still absent from town, and he had not money sufficient to leave America, which was become in every way disagreeable, without selling his watch and trinkets. I was not, says Basil, accustomed to such things, and I was ashamed to go to the pawnbroker's, lest I should be met and recognized by some of my friends. I wrapped myself up in an old surtout, and slouched my hat over my face. As I was crossing the quay, I met a party of gentlemen walking arm in arm. I squeezed past them, but one stopped to look after me; and, though I turned down another street to escape him, he dodged me unperceived. Just as I came out of the pawnbroker's shop, I saw him posted opposite to me: I brushed by; I could with pleasure have knocked him down for his impertinence. By the time that I had reached the corner of the street, I heard a child calling after me. I stopped, and a little boy put into my hands my watch, saying, "Sir, the gentleman says you left your watch and these thingumbobs by mistake." "What gentleman:" "I don't know, but he was one that said I looked like an honest chap, and he'd trust me to run and give you the watch. He is dresssed in a blue coat. He went toward the quay. That's all I know." On opening the paper of trinkets, I found a card with these words : "Barny-with kind thanks." "Barny! poor Barny! An Irishman whose passage I paid coming to America three years ago. Is it possible?" I ran after him the way which the child directed, and was so fortunate as just to catch a glimpse of the skirt of his coat as he went into a neat, good-looking house. Iwalked up and down some time, expecting him to come out again; for I could not suppose that it belonged to Barny. I asked a grocer, who was leaning over his hatch door, if he knew who lived in the next house? "An Irish gentleman of the name of O'Grady." "And his Christian name?" "Here it is in my books, sir-Barnaby O'Grady." I knocked at Mr. O'Grady's door, and made my way in. to the parlour; where I found him, his two sons, and his wife, sitting very sociably at tea. He and the two young men rose immediately, to set me a chair. "You are welcome, kindly welcome, sir," said he. "This is an honour I never expected any way. Be pleased to take the seat near the fire. "Twould be hard indeed if you would not have the best seat that's to be had in this house, where we none of us never should have sat, nor had seats to sit upon, but for you." The sons pulled off my shabby great coat, and took away my hat, and the wife made up the fire. There was something in their manner, altogether, which touched me so much that it was with difficulty I could keep myself from bursting into tears. They saw this, and Barny (for I shall never call him anything else,) as he thought that I should like better to hear of public affairs than to speak of my own, began to ask his sons if they had seen the day's papers, and what news there were? As soon as I could command my voice, I congratulated this family upon the happy situation in which I found them; and asked by what lucky accident they had suc. ceeded so well? "The luckiest accident ever happened me before or since I came to America," said Barny, "was being on board the same vessel with such a man as you. If you had not given me the first lift, I had been down for good and all, and trampled under foot long and long ago. But after that first lift, all was as easy as life. My two sons here were not taken from me-God bless you; for I never can bless you enough for that. The lads were left to work for me and with me; and we never parted, hand or heart, but just kept working on together, and put all our earnings, as fast as we got them, into the hands of that good woman, and lived * Should. country? As the negroes say of a fool who takes a voyage in vain, I am come back, "with little more than the hair upon my head." Is this the end of all my hopes, and all my talents? What will become of my wife and child? I ought to insist upon her going home to her friends, that she may at least have the necessaries and comforts of life till I am able to maintain her. own name. "If Mr. Basil Lowe, or his heir, will apply to Mr Gregory, attorney, No. 34, Cecil Street, he will hear of something to his advantage." hard at first, as we were born and bred to do, thanks be to heaven. Then we swore against drink of all sorts entirely. And, as I had occasionally served the masons, when I lived a labouring man in the county of Dublin, and knew something of that business, why, whatever I knew I made the most of, and a trowel felt no ways strange to me; so I went to work, and had higher wages at first than I deserved. The same with the two boys: one was as much of a The tears started from my eyes; they fell upon an old blacksmith as would shoe a horse: and t'other a bit of a newspaper, which lay upon the table under my elbow. carpenter; and the one got plenty of work in the forges, took it up to hide my face from Lucy and my child, who and t'other in the dock-yards, as a ship-carpenter. So just then came into the room; and, as I read without well early and late, morning and evening, we were all at the knowing what, I came among the advertisements to my work, and just went this way struggling on even for a twelvemonth, and found, with the high wages and constant employ we had met, that we were getting greatly better in the world. Besides, the wife was not idle. When a girl, she had seen baking, and had always a good notion of it, and just tried her hand upon it now, and found the loaves went down with the customers, and the customers coming faster and faster for them; and this was a great help. Then I grew master mason, and had my men under me, and took a house to build by the job, and that did; and then on to another and another; and, after building many for the neighbours, 'twas fit and my turn, I thought, to build one for myself, which I did out of theirs, without wronging them of a penny. And the boys grew master-men, in their line; and when they got good coats, nobody could say against them, for they had come fairly by them, and became them well perhaps for that rason. So, not to be tiring you too much, we went on from good to better, and better to best; and if it pleased God to question me how it was we got on so well in the world, I should answer, Upon my conscience, myself does not know; except it be that we never made Saint Monday, nor never put off till the morrow what we could do the day." I believe I sighed deeply at this observation, notwithstanding the comic phraseology in which it was expressed. "But all this is no rule for a gentleman born," pursued the good-natured Barny, in answer, I suppose, to the sigh which I uttered; "nor is it any disparagement to him if he has not done as well in a place like America, where he had not the means, not being used to bricklaying, and slaving with his hands, and striving as we did. Would it be too much liberty to ask you to drink a cup of tea, and to taste a slice of my good woman's bread and butter? And happy the day we see you eating it, and only wish we could serve you in any way whatsoever." I verily believe the generous fellow forgot, at this instant, that he had redeemed my watch and wife's trinkets. He would not let me thank him as much as I wished, but kept pressing upon me fresh offers of service. When he found I was going to leave America, he asked what vessel we should go in? I was really afraid to tell him, lest he should attempt to pay for my passage. But for this he had, as I afterward found, too much delicacy of sentiment. He discovered, by questioning the captains, in what ship we were to sail; and, when we went on board, we found him and his sons there to take leave of us, which they did in the most affectionate manner; and, after they were gone, we found in the state cabin, directed to me, every thing that could be useful or agreeable to us, as sea-stores for a long voyage. How I wronged this man, when I thought his expressions of gratitude were not sincere, because they were not made exactly in the mode and with the accent of my own countrymen! I little thought that Barny and his sons would be the only persons who would bid us a friendly adieu when we were to leave America. We had not exhausted our bountiful provision of seastores when we were set ashore in England. We landed at Liverpool; and I cannot describe the melancholy feelings with which I sat down, in the little back parlour of the inn, to count my money, and to calculate whether we had enough to carry us to London. Is this, thought I, as I looked at the few guineas and shillings spread on the table -is this all I have in this world—I, my wife and child. And is this the end of three years' absence from my native I started up with an exclamation of joy, wiped my tears from the newspaper, put it into Lucy's hand, pointed to the advertisement, and ran to take places in the London cosch for the next morning. Upon this occasion, I certainly did not delay. Nor did I, when we arrived in London, put off one moment going to Mr. Gregory's, No. 34, Cecil Street Upon application to him, I was informed that a very dis tant relation of mine, a rich miser, had just died, and had left his accumulated treasures to me, "because I was the only one of his relations who had never cost him a single farthing." Other men have to complain of their ill for tune, perhaps with justice; and this is a great satisfaction, which I have never enjoyed: for I must acknowledge that all my disasters have arisen from my own folly. Fortune has been uncommonly favourable to me. Without any merit of my own, or rather, as it appeared, in consequence of my negligent habits, which prevented me from visiting a rich relation, I was suddenly raised from the lowest state of pecuniary distress to the height of affluent prosperity. I took possession of a handsome house in an agreeable part of the town, and enjoyed the delight of sharing all the comforts and luxuries which wealth could procure, with the excellent woman who had been my support in adversty. I must do myself the justice to observe, that I did not become dissipated or extravagant; affection and gratitude to my Lucy filled my whole mind, and preserved me from the faults incident to those who rise suddenly from poverty to wealth. I did not forget my good friend, Mr. Nun. I was now placed in a situation where the best parts of my character appeared to advantage, and where the grand defect of my disposition was not apparently of any conse quence. I was not now obliged, like a man of business, to he punctual; and delay, in mere engagements of pleasure, was a trifling offence, and a matter of raillery among my acquaintance. My talents in conversation were admired, and if I postponed letter-writing, my correspondents only tormented me a little with polite remonstrances. I was conscious that I was not cured of my faults; but I rejoiced that I was not now obliged to reform, or in any danger of involving those I loved in distress by my negligence. For one year I was happy, and flattered myself that I did not waste my time; for, at my leisure I read with attention all the ancient and modern works upon education. I resolved to select from them what appeared most judicious and practicable; and so to form, from the beauties of each, a perfect system for the advantage of my son. He was my only child; he had lived with me eighteen months in prison; he was the darling of his mother, whom I adored, and he was thought to be in mind and person a striking resemblance of myself.-How many reasons had I to love him!-I doated upon the child. He certainly shewed great quickness of intellect, and gave as fair a promise of talents as could be expected at his age. I formed hopes of his future excellence and success in the world, as sanguine as those which my poor father had early formed of mine. I determined to watch, carefully over his temper, and to guard him particularly against that habit of pre crastination, which had been the bane of my life. One day, while I was alone in my study, leaning on my elbow, and meditating upon the system of education which I designed for my son, my wife came to me and said, “My lation of my child! dear, I have just heard from our friend, Mr. Nun, a cir- two hours, and stayed to finish making an extract from cumstance that alarms me a good deal. You know little Rousseau's Emilius before I set out. When I arrived at Harry Nun was inoculated at the same time with our Mr. L————'s, the children were just gone out to take an Basil, and by the same person. Mrs. Nun, and all the fa- airing, and I could not see them. A few hours may somemily, thought he had several spots, just as much as our times make all the difference between health and sickness, boy had, and that that was enough; but two years after-happiness and misery! I put off till the next day the inocuward, while we were in America, Harry Nun caught the small pox in the natural way and died. Now, it seems the man who inoculated him was quite ignorant; for two or three other children, whom he attended, have caught the disease since, though he was positive that they were safe. Don't you think we had better have our boy inoculated again immediately, by some proper person?" "Undoubtedly, my dear, undoubtedly, but I think we had better have him vaccined. I am not sure, however, but I will ask Dr. -'s opinion this day, and be guid-pox. ed by that; I shall see him at dinner; he has promised to dine with us." Some accident prevented him from coming, and I thought of writing to him the next day, but afterwards put it off. Lucy came again into my study where she was sure to find me in the morning. "My dear," said she," do you recollect that you desired me to defer inoculating our little boy till you could decide whether it be best to inoculate him in the common way or the vaccine ?" "Yes, my dear, I recollect it perfectly well. I am much inclined to the vaccine. My friend, Mr. L-, has had all his children vaccined, and I just wait to see the effect." "Oh, my love!" said Lucy, “do not wait any longer; for you know we run a terrible risk of his catching the small pox every day, every hour." "We have run that risk, and escaped for these three years past," said I; "and, in my opinion, the boy has had the small-pox." "So Mr. and Mrs. Nun thought, and you see what has happened. Remember our boy was inoculated by the same man. I am sure, ever since Mr. Nun mentioned this, I never take little Basil out to walk, I never see him in a shop, I never have him in the carriage with me without being in terror. Yesterday a woman came to the coach with a child in her arms, who had a breaking out on his face. I thought it was the small-pox and was so terrified that I had scarcely strength or presence of mind enough to draw up the glass. Our little boy was leaning out of the door to give a half-penny to the child. My God! if that child had the small-pox!" “My love,” said I, "do not alarm yourself so terribly; the boy shall be inoculated to-morrow." "To-morrow! Oh, my dearest love, do not put it off till to-morrow," said Lucy; "let him be inoculated to day." "Well, my dear, only keep your mind easy, and he shall inoculated to-day, if possible; surely you must know that I love the boy as well as you do, and am as anxious about him as you can be." I am sure of it, my love," said Lucy." I meant no reproach. But, since you have decided that the boy shall be vaccined, let us send directly for the surgeon, and have it done, and then he will be safe." In the meantime a coachman came to me to be hired: my boy was playing about the room, and, as I afterward collected, went close up to the man, and, while I was talking, stood examining a greyhound upon his buttons. I asked the coachman many questions, and kept him for some time in the room. Just as I agreed to take him into my service, he said he could not come to live with me till the next week, because one of his children was ill of the small These words struck me to the heart. I had a dreadful presentiment of what was to follow. I remember starting from my seat, and driving the man out of the house with violent menaces. My boy, poo innocent victim, followed, trying to pacify me, and holding me back by the skirts of my coat. I caught him up in my arms.-I could not kiss him; I felt as if I was his murderer. I set him down again; indeed I trembled so violently that I could not hold him. The child ran for his mother. I cannot dwell on these things;-our boy sickened the next week-and the week afterward died in his mother's arms! Her health had suffered much by the trials which she had gone through since our marriage. The disapprobation of her father, the separation from all her friends, who were at variance with me, my imprisonment, and then the death of her only child, were too much for her fortitude. She endeavoured to conceal this from me, but I saw that her health was rapidly declining. She was always fond of the country; and, as my sole object now in life was to do whatsoever I could to console and please her, I proposed to sell our house in town, and to settle somewhere in the country. In the neighbourhood of her father and mother there was a pretty place to be let, which I had often heard her mention with delight; I determined to take it; I had secret hopes that her friends would be gratified by this measure, and that they would live upon good terms with us. Her mother had seemed, by her letters, to be better disposed toward me since my rich relation had left me his fortune. Lucy expressed great pleasure at the idea of going to live in the country, near her parents; and I was rejoiced to see her smile once more. Being naturally of a sanguine disposition, hope revived in my heart: I flattered myself that we might yet be happy; that my Lucy would recover her peace of mind and her health; and that perhaps Heaven might bless us with another child. I lost no time in entering into treaty for the estate in the country, and I soon found a purchaser for my excellent house in town. But my evil genius prevailed. I had neglected to renew the insurance of my house; the policy was out but nine days, when a fire broke out in one of my servant's rooms at midnight, and, She caught hold of the bell-cord to ring for a servant.-in spite of all the assistance we could procure, the house, I stopped her. "No, my dear, don't ring, "said I ;" for the men are both eat. I have sent one to the library for the new Letters on Education, and the other to the rational toy-shop for some things I want for the child." "Then, if the servants are out, I had better walk to the surgeon's, and bring him back with me." No, my dear," said I; "I must see Mr. L 's childdrea first. I am going out immediately; I will call upon them: they are healthy children; we can have the vaccine ection from them, and I will inoculate the boy myself." Lucy submitted. I take a melancholy pleasure in doing her justice, by recording every argument that she used, and every persuasive word that she said to me, upon this occasion. I am anxious to shew that she was not in the least to blame. I alone am guilty! I alone ought to have been the sufferer. It will scarcely be believed I can hardly believe it myself, that, after all Lucy said to me, I delayed was burnt to the ground. I carried my wife out senseless in my arms; and, when I had deposited her in a place of safety, returned to search for a portfolio, in which was the purchase-money of the country estate, all in bank notes. But whether this portfolio was carried off by some of the crowd, which had assembled round the ruins of my house, or whether it was consumed in the flames, I cannot determine. A more miserable wretch than I was could now scarcely be found in the world; and, to complete my misfortunes, I felt the consciousness that they were all occa sioned by my own folly. I am now coming to the most extraordinary and the most interesting part of my history. A new and surprising accident happened. NOTE BY THE EDITOR.-What this accident was can never be known; for Basil put off finishing his history till TO-MORROW. |