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should be at Rennes at the very time of his solemn requisition : I call it solemn-it was so to me.

The M.rquis entered the court with his whole family ; he supported his lady-his eldest sonr supported his sister, and his youngest was at the other extreme of the line next his mother~he put his handkerchief to his face iwice

There was a dead silence. When the Marquis had approached within six paces of the tribunal, he gave the Marchioness to his youngest son, and advancing three steps before his family-he reclaimed his sword. - His sword was given him, and the moment he got it into his hand he drew it almost out of the scabbard - it was the shining face of a friend he had once given up. He looked atten{ively a long time at it, beginning at the hilt, as if to see whether it was the same—when observing a little rust which it had contracted near the point, he brought it near his

eye, and bending his head down over it-I think I saw a tear fall upon the place; I could not be deceived what followed.

I shall find, says he, some other way to get it off." When the Marquis had said this, he returned his sword: into its scabbard, made a bow to the guardian of it—and, with his wife and daughter, and his two sons following him, walked out. O how I envied him his feelings!

STERNE

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CHAPTER XI.

MARIA.

FIRST PART.

-THEY were the sweetest notes I ever heard; and B instantly let down the fore glass to hear them more distinctly-"Tis Maria, said the postillion, observing I was listening-Poor Maria, continued he, (leaning his body on one side to let me see her, for he was in a line between

us) is sitting upon a bank playing her vespers upon her pipe, with her little goat beside her. The

young fellow uttered this with an accent and a look so perfecily in tune to a feeling heart, tha: I instantly made a vow, I would give him a four-and-twenty sous piece, when I got to Moulines.

And who is poor Nlaria? said I. The love and pily of all the villages around us, said the postillion-it is but three years ag, that the s:n did not shine upou so fair, so quick-wiited, and amialle a maid; and better fate did Maria deserva, than to have her ban's forbid, by the intrigues of the curate of the parish who published them

He was going on, when Maria, who had made a short pause, put the pipe to her mouth and began the air again - they were the same notes;- yet were ten times sweeter : It is the evening service to the Virgin, said the young man -but who has taught her to play it or how she came by · her pipe, no one knows; we think that Heaven has assisted her in both; for ever since she has been unsettled in her .mind, it seems her only consolation-she has never once had the pipe out of her hand, but plays that service upon it almost night and day.

The postillion delivered this with so much discretion and i natural eloquence, that I could not help deciphering soniething in his face above his conditions, and should have -sifted out his history, had not poor Maria taken such full possession of me.

We had got up by this time almost to the bank where Maria was sitting : she was in a thin while jacket, with her hair, all but two tresses, dra:vn up in a silk net, with a few olive leaves twisted a little fantastically on one side --she was beautiful; and if ever I felt the full force of an honest heart-ache, it was the moment I saw her

God help her! poor dam sel? above a hundred masses, said the postillion, have been said in the several parish churches and convents around for her-but without ef. fect; we have still hopes, as she is sensible for short intervals, that the Virgin at last will restore her to hersell; but her parents, who know - her best, are hopeless up n thal score, and think her senses are lost for erer,

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As the postillion spoke this, Maria made a cadence so melancholy, so tender and querulous, that I sprung out of the chaise to help her, and found myself sitting betwixt her and her goat before I relapsed from my enthusiasm.

Maria looked wistfully for some time at nie, and then at her goat-and then at me and then at her goat again, and so on alternately

-Well, Maria, said I softly-What resemblance do I do entreat the candid reader to believe me, that it was from the humblest conviction of what a beast man is, that I asked the question ; and that I would not have let fallen an unseasonable pleasantry in the venerable presence of Misery, to be entitled to all the wit that ever Rabelais scattered.

Adieu, Maria!-adieu, poor hapless damisel!--some time, but not now, I may hear thy sorrows from thy own lips--but I was deceived; for that moment she took her pipe, and told me such a tale of woe with it, that I rose up, and with broken and irregular steps walked softly to my chaise.

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When we had got within half a league of Moulines, at a little opening in the road leading to a thicket, I discovereli

poor Maria sitting under a poplar-she was sitting with her elbow in her lap, and her head leaning on one side within her hand a small brook ran at the foot of the tree,

I hade the postillion go on with the chaise to Moulinesand La Fleur to bespeak my supper

and that I would walk after him.

She was dressed in white, and much as my friend described her, except that her hair hung loose, which before was twisted within a silk net. She had superadded likewise to her jacket, a pale green riband which fell across her shoulder to the waist; at the end of which hung her pipe. Her goat had been as faithless as her lover, and

she had got a little dog in lieu of him, which she had kept tied by a string to her girdle; as I looked at her dog, she drew him towards her with the string-" Thou shalt not leave me, Sylvio,” said she. I looked in Maria's eyes, and saw she was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat ; for as she ultered the words, the tears trickled down her cheeks.

I sat down close by her; and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell, with my handkerchief. I then steeped it in my own—and then in her's—and then in mine--and then I wiped her's again—and as I did it, I felt such undescribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.

I am positive I hare a soul; nor can all the books with which materialists have pestered the world, ever convince me of the contrary:

When Maria had come a little to herself, I asked her if she remembered a pale thin person of a man, who had sat down betwixt her and her goat about two years before? She said, she was unsettled much at that time, but remembered it upon two accounts-that ill as she was, she saw the person pitied her; and next, that her goat had stolen his handkerchief, and she had beat him for the theft-she liad washed, it, she said, in the brook, and kept it ever since in her pocket, to restore it to him in case she should erer see him

again, which, she added, he had balf promised her. As she told me this, she took the handkerchief out of her pocket to let me see it! she had folded it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril-on opening it, I saw an S marked in one of the

corners.

She had since that, she told me, strayed as far as Rome, and walked round St. Peter's once and returned backthat she found her way alone across the Apennines—had travelled over all Lombardy without money--and through the flinty roads of Savoy without shoes : how she had borne it, and how she had got supported, she could not tell-but God tempers the wind, said Maria, to the shorn lanıb.

Skorn indeed! and to the quick, said I ; and wast thou in my own land, where I have a cottage, I would take thee to it and shelter thee; thou shouldst eat of my own bread,

and drink of my own cup I would be kind to thy Sydvie -in all thy weaknesses and wanderings I would seek after. thee, and bring thee back-when the sun went down I would say my prayers, and when I had done, thou shouldst play thy evening song upon thy pipe: nor would the incense of my sacrifice be worse accepted, for entering Heaven along with that of a broken heart.

Nature melted within me, as I uttered this; and Maria observing, as I took out my handkerchief, that it was steeped too much already to be of use, would needs go wash it in the stream-And where will you dry it, Maria? said (I will dry it in my bosom, said she-it will do me good,

And is your heart still so warm, Maria? said I.

I'touched upon the string on which hung all her sorrows—she looked with wistful disorder for some time in my face; and then, without saying any thing, took her pipe, and played her service to the Virgin-The string I had touched ceased to vibratem in a moment or two Maria returned to herself-let her pipe fall and rose up.

And where are you going, Maria ? said I.- She said, to Moulines. Let us go, said I, together.-Maria pu: her arm within mine, and lengthening ihe string to let ihe dog follow-in that order we entered Moulines.

Though I hate 'salutations and greetings in the market. place, yet when we got into the middle of this, I stopped to take

my last look and last farewell of Maria. Maria, though not iall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine foims -affliction had touched her looks with something ihat was scarce earthly--still she was feminine: and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes, or the eyes look for in woman,, that could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of Eliza's out of mine, she should not only eat of my bread, and drink of my own cup, but Maria should lie in ny bosom, and be unto me as a daughter.

Adieu, poor luckless maiden!mimbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as be journeyeth on his way, now pours into thy wounds--the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up

for ever.

STERXE.

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