But warm in virtue's cause he oft would feel, And some approved his lays, and all admired his zeal. With thoughts like these, and woodland scenes around, Love was a welcome guest, and early found. When from the hills the lengthened shadows fell, For darkened hours when kindness soothed distress. I dwell not on the story of her woes, Scant were their means: for this she little cared; And Love might worship with the ardent gaze For her did Bertram live. The crowd may prove But manhood comes, and graver cares arise, Was Bertram now to dwell; but he ne'er found So months had fled; when on the wonted day His heart was desolate; his spirit fled, He did not see her; who would wish to see Chance, or the workings of that destiny The drama's home; alas! that e'er 'twas sold To baser uses for the love of gold. For him its charms were in the poet's art, That woke his fancy or could soothe his heart; Loved Shakspeare's scenes; or theirs whose shafts of wit Or, when the actor's weighed and varied tone In all that now he nightly saw, around He would have turned away; the pleasure there But one was in the throng, that past him swept, With thoughts unhallowed, hallowed thoughts we find. Yet still the likeness-the bewildering trace, At length his means embarrassed, claims appear, -Too proud to supplicate, too weak to fly; But oh! a master-fiend's the power he lent The time has passed, exposure has gone forth, And ruthless hands his trembling form have seized. He died: that dreadful death I fear to tell. THE PUNDIT'S PREDICTION. A TRUE STORY. Sit fas mihi audita loqui. I HAVE often heard it said by military men of the present day, and those also who had seen much service, and who had shown themselves energetic and efficient soldiers, that it was a good and wholesome enactment which provided for the abolition of duelling. In fact, on any one's taking the matter into consideration, the wonder to his mind would be that a civilised community should, until about twenty years ago, number amongst its members so very many of the patrician order, who showed by their actions that they thought very differently. Sir Walter Scott, even, moral and exemplary as he was, and revered as he must be in memory as the first novelist who prepared works which were fit to be delivered into the hands of young people as books of amusement, or placed upon a drawing-room table for ladies' perusal—even he advocated the practice of duelling, saying in one of his romances, that "If an insult were offered to me that the twelve judges in the House of Lords could not obtain redress for, am I to blame in standing up in hostility against the person who offers it to me?" Then, if we transfer our consideration from the writings of popular authors to the actions of the leading men of the day, how many of the first politicians do we find who have been implicated in such transactions?-Canning, Castlereagh, Sir Philip Francis-even the great Duke himself. To enumerate their names would be useless, and to say that the practice was universal would be only to say what is evident to any person who recollects the current of events not much more than a quarter of a century ago. These things, I repeat, are still present to the minds of those who recollect the state of society in England at the period I speak of-until the rational and excellent measures of our present most gracious and best-beloved of sovereigns were brought to bear in opposing, and finally abolishing, their practice. in But if it was so in this highly favoured and happy country, what must it have been in the colonies? As Chalmers says, "What would revolt the feelings of a community in Scotland, would be looked on with indifference, or even with approval, in a colonial settlement." But more than any of the colonies, in India was the low state of morality and the common practice of duelling prevalent. I look over my notes which I took during the time that I was a resident in the Upper Provinces of India-a period of more than nine years-and I find that I have recorded what is really deserving of a second mention with regard to the details of duelling. Of these acts, revolting as they are, and horrible to every rational mind, I have known during my stay in the country as many as twentyone instances, three of which were fatal, two in which parties were wounded; and, with the exception of seven, all were brought about from quarrels arising immediately at the gambling-table and about gambling. Nor were there more than three of the twenty-one instances cases in which men could urge the just cause of injury or unpardonable insult as an extenuation for their contemplated act of violence. I have no doubt, also, but that there were many more than these, but, owing to their Feb.-VOL. CXXXIII. NO. DXXX. N having happened at the gambling-table, the parties interested in them succeeded in keeping them secret. Of the three which were fatal I recollect all the particulars, and I frequently ask myself the question, What must be the horror-the remorse-the innate sense of anguish more intense than expression can give vent to-of him who is the survivor in a meeting of this nature? To reflect that in a hurried and unguarded manner he has sent a fellow-creature into eternity! To feel keenly to his inmost core 'Tis his the guilt and his the hell Which, unconsumed, are still consuming. I recollect one day when I was travelling, seated upon the top of a coach, in one of the counties in Ireland, I was pointed out a man who was engaged in walking across a field some distance from the road, with a gun over his shoulder. The person who pointed him out to me said, "That, sir, is the gentleman who shot a man" (whose name he mentioned) “in a duel. Since that time he has never known real peace; frequently at night-time he has been known to start up and heard to scream, and, though possessed of ample wealth and continual good health, he is never happy." But with reference to one of the instances of fatal duels which occurred while I was resident in India. The facts are so peculiar, and the train of incidents so characteristic of the state of society which then prevailed there, that I have borne it in memory as one of the striking occurrences which meets one's notice in one's passage through life, and which, amongst many others, would seem as if the Almighty had been pleased to award it as a lesson and a warning to those who were spared. For passing away the hours in the very hot days which prevail in India from March to the end of October, no resource is so much in vogue as playing billiards. Billiards morning, noon, evening, and night. It is much too hot to walk, ride, or drive out. Sedentary occupation is not much favoured by the young and active. Visits to the houses of the gentry are very rare and unlooked for, and, indeed, during the very hottest months, from May to the end of August, are quite ignored, except with those who are on terms of intimate acquaintance, so the billiard-room is the great resort of the young officers. This amusement gives a certain degree of exercise in pursuing it, and the skill required is such as to render it amply worthy of the consideration of the dexterous and ingenious, who find a pleasure in training their eye to the habitude of striking that point of the ball which is necessary to direct its course in order to make the points of the game effectively. I have often heard that the man who was a good shot eventually finds it easy to play the game of billiards successfully; in fact, the correct precision of aim, for which the sight is most brought into play, is the qualification most requisite for a marksman, and is also needful for the man who wishes to strike at the proper point either his adversary's ball or the red ball, and make a cannon or a hazard. But to attain anything like perfection requires much practice. I now speak of the merits of the game, if it has any, or if it be looked |