opening his final account, (of which a death-bed breaks the seal,) shall find himself a beggar, a beggar past beggary; and shall passionately wish that his very being were added to the rest of his loss. Secondly, he shall find, that truth, divine truth, however, through life, injured, wounded, suppressed, is victorious, immortal: that, though with mountains overwhelmed, it will, one day, burst out like the fires of Etna; visible, bright, and tormenting, as the most raging flame. This aow (oh, my friend !) I shall too plainly prove.

"The sad evening before the death of the poble youth, whose last hours suggested these thoughts, I was with him. No one was present I ut his physician, and an intimate whom he loved, and whom he had ruined. At my coming in, he said: 'You and the physician are come too late. I have neither life nor hope. You both aim at miracles. You would raise the dead!' Heaven, I said, was merciful- Or,' exclaimed he, 'I could not have been thus guilty. What has it not done to bless, and to save me !-I have been too strong for Omnipotence! I have plucked down ruin.'I said, the blessed Redeemer,-Hold! - hold! you wound me !-That is the rock on which I split-I denied his name!'

Refusing to hear any thing from me, or take any thing from the physician, he lay silent, as far

as sudden darts of pain would permit, till the clock struck then with vehemence he exclaimed; 'Oh! time! time! it is fit thou shouldst thus strike thy murderer to the heart! How art thou fled for ever!—A month !—Oh, for a single week' I ask not for years; though an age were too little for the much I have to do.' On my saying, we could not do too much that heaven was a blessed place—' So much the worse.—'Tis lost! 'tis lost!—— Heaven is to me the severest place of hell!'

“Soon after, I proposed prayer :—'Pray you that can. I never prayed. I cannot pray-nor need I. Is not heaven on my side already? It closes with my conscience. Its severest strokes but second my own.' Observing that his friend was much touched at this, even to tears-(who could forbear? I could not—) with a most affectionate look, he said, 'Keep those tears for thyself. I have undone thee,-Dost thou weep for me? that is cruel. What can pain me more ?

"Here his friend, too much affected, would have left him. No, stay-thou still mayst hope; therefore hear me. How madly have I talked ! How madly hast thou listened, and believed! but look on my present state, as a full answer to thee, and to myself. This body is all weakness and pain; but my soul, as if stung up by torment to greater strength and spirit, is full powerful to

reason; full mighty to suffer. And that which thus triumphs within the jaws of immortality, is, doubtless, immortal-And, as for a Deity, nothing less than an Almighty could inflict what I feel.

"I was about to congratulate this passive involuntary confessor, on his asserting the two prime articles of his creed, extorted by the rack of nature, when he thus very passionately exclaimed: 'No, no! let me speak on. I have not long to speak, -My much injured friend! my soul, as my body, lies in ruins; in scattered fragments of broken thought-Remorse for the past, throws my thought on the future. Worse dread of the future, strikes it back on the past. I turn, and turn, and find no ray. Didst thou feel half the mountain that is on me, thou wouldst struggle with the martyr for his stake; and bless Heaven for the flames; that is not an everlasting flame; that is not an unquenchable fire.'

more.

"How were we struck! yet, soon after, still With what an eye of distraction, what a face of despair, he cried out: 'My principles have poisoned my friend! my extravagance has beggared my boy! my unkindness has murdered my wife-And is there another hell? Oh! thou blasphemed, yet indulgent LORD GOD! hell itself is a refuge, if it hide me from thy frown!' Soon after, his understanding failed. His terrified

imagination uttered horrors not to be repeated, or ever forgotten. And ere the sun (which, I hope, has seen few like him) arose, the gay, young, noble, ingenious, accomplished, and most wretched Altamont expired!

"If this is a man of pleasure, what is a man of pain? How quick, how total, is the transit of such persons! In what a dismal gloom they set for ever! How short, alas! the day of their rejoicing!-For a moment they glitter-they dazzle! In a moment where are they? Oblivion covers their memories. Ah! would it did! Infamy snatches them from oblivion. In the long-living annals of infamy their triumphs are recorded. Thy sufferings, poor Altamont! still bleed in the bosom of the heartstricken friend-for Altamont had a friend. He might have had many. His transient morning might have been the dawn of an immortal day. His name might have been gloriously enrolled in the records of eternity. His memory might have left a sweet fragrance behind it, grateful to the surviving friend, salutary to the succeeding generation. With what capacity was he endowed! with what advantages for being greatly good! But with the talents of an angel, a man may be a fool. If he judges amiss in the supreme point. judging right in all else, but aggravates his folly: as it shows him wrong, though blessed with the best capacity of being right."

CHAPTER X.

Baron Haller-John Howard--Newton's Letters

Margaret M. Althens- -Zimmerman

Beattie

-James Hay

-Elizabeth Smith-Elizabeth Carter

Sir William Jones-Conclusion.

SECTION 1.

BARON HALLER.

ALBERT HALLER, one of the most illustrious literary characters of his age, was the son of a citizen and advocate of Berne, where he was born, in the year 1708. The accounts of his early display of talents, are as extraordinary as almost any upon record. He chose the medical profession, in which he became very eminent. He was an anatomist, a physiologist, and a botanist, of the first order. It is not too much to say of him, that he was one of the best informed men in Europe. He wrote and spoke, with equal facility, the German, French, and Latin languages; and read all the other tongues of civilized Europe, except the Sclavonic dialects. His acquaintance with books was so extensive, that it would be difficult to point out any of the least note, which he had not perused,