of

no, I cannot describe it; I have seen, but I could not paint it.

When the signal of advance was given, he started lightly up, an animation seemed diffused over his whole person; his air, his whole appearance that day, were noted by others as well as myself.

Well, the Bidassoa was crossed Charles and I waded it together; and as we reached the French bank, he grasped my hand warmly in his, but not a word was exchanged.

The event of that memorable day is well known. When the enemy was retreating, and our troops crowning the heights from which they were driven, while ascending with my party, the side of an eminence, I saw Devereux kneeling on the ground. I stopped

Well! was I never to be familiar with death?

why did my knees strike together as if I saw it seize suddenly on a friend in an hour of peace and security?-Oh Charles, Charles, my companion, my guide, and my familiar friend, I could not vent over you one plaint of the anguish that wrung my bursting heart! I could have flung myself beside you, I could have cried, Would to God I had died for thee!' but no; this could not be ; and I passed on while life was bursting from your noble breast. I only received that parting pressure, heard only that last word which said, a thought was still given to earth my father!' saw only that dying smile as the glories of heaven

broke over your ransomed spirit which passed away with that death-welcoming smile to enjoy its blessedness!

When the hurry of the fight was over I came back. There he lay - his sweet fair face was pale, but that angelic smile still played upon his lip; the tangled ringlets of his hair through which I had often seen his poor father pass his fingers with a smile at, what he called, their effeminate silkiness, were tossed and damp here and there with a dark red stain; his figure, late so animate, with the elastic grace of youth, was stiff; and the hand that had in the morning grasped mine so warmly, was cold and motionless-still the lineaments of death were lovely.

army.

His father was not with our division of the Devereux and I buried our comrade in a small grove of willows, and placed a stone over the tomb to guard the beloved deposite we left there. There, when his father, after the fall of Pampeluna, joined us, I conducted him there I left him.

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CONCLUSION.

AND now here end my retrospections: while tracing them at this point, I felt the full truth of my poor Amy's words, when she warned. me of the danger of setting my affections too firmly on aught below the skies. I have ever been prone to do so, and I have ever suffered for it; and now, when my last temptation to this is returned to dust, why should I tell how I was made to suffer for my error? Yet while writing these few pages, I have sighed a farewell to other friends, and shall I not to thee, brother of my soul, whose young, unwounded, unblunted affection, made me amends for many a wound that had been given me, and would longer have festered in my heart, had I not known thee? -to thee, my endeared companion, whose piety edified, whose faith strengthened, whose example encouraged me? Too truly those waters were to you as the Jordan that conducted you to the Canaan your happy spirit longed for! I did not think that I should be left alone like a seared leaf on the tree, when the green ones are fallen. Yet my brother shall rise again the trumpet shall once more awaken us; and when at that

summons the earth shall unclose her dead, then shall I see thee again.

I paint not Fitzmorris's feelings; how could I paint that which language could not utternor expression make known, that which was neither seen nor heard? When I saw him again after a little time had elapsed, methought his hair was grown much more grey his martial figure was not quite so erect - his eyes too had a somewhat languid look that was not natural to them.

The

When peace was proclaimed, I returned along with many others to England: there I saw Louisa and her little girl; she was still in weeds, and will, I believe, always be so. She trembled slightly when I went in, but still she was, I am sure, glad to see me. child, a beautiful and softened little miniature of poor Courtenay, was playing in the room. She climbed the back of my chair, and put her little mouth round to my face to say, I am fond of soldiers, for my good papa was a soldier ; and I know who you are the man papa was so fond of.'

I caught her in my arms, but her poor mother hastily left the room, for the intended whisper of little Alice was very audible and I was glad she did, for when there is a watery tremulousness in a man's eye, he likes somehow, to be alone.

It was after this I returned to the well-remembered old glebe; an event that has al

ready been related. I have been there several times since, but never totally unmoved. The last time that I went there was to have my poor father's grave opencl, to inter therein my dear venerable mother. They little thought, perhaps, that their wandering son would perform this office for them. Poor man! he wished to be buried where he had lived and preached so long, and so I had his grave dug near that white stone already alluded to and then I had another proof that sorrow does not dart all her shafts on us when we are young, and our fresh feelings and strong affections add to their poignancy-no, as I said before, while on this side eternity, though we may seem settled down into the selfish enjoyments of middle age, or the dull apathy of protracted years, still we can never say, until we have done with life, that we will feel, will suffer, will sorrow, will part no

more.

And that proof was no unmoving one; to see an old woman tottering on the borders of that grave to which she had just consigned the companion of her life; to see her obliged to leave the home of her married life, where all her children had been born and reared; from whence her wishes had never wandered, her hopes never moved -except towards heaven; to see her obliged to give it up to strangers, and to seek another for the short, short time that would intervene till she should lay her