"But is Buonaparte to be compared to the conqueror of Italy ?" exclaimed the doctor, in pompous folemnity. "He is but

an homunculus, madam, in comparison with the general, whom, however, Juvenal cenfures, defeated the Roman legions, fent bufhels of rings down the Tiber, and foftened the frigorific Alps with vinegar."

"And pray, doctor, how could Hannibal carry that quantity of vinegar in his baggage, fufficient to thaw the fnow-clad Appenine? And have you to learn, fir, that this modern chief has fubjugated Italy; that the battle of Lodi was decifive; that Milan yielded to his conquering arms; and that the strong fortrefs of Mantua could not refift his tactics and genius?"

"I really," rejoined Dr. Anapest, “ did not know that Buonaparte had been fo fuccefsful. I have indeed heard from various report, and from the voice of men, that he is a native of Gaul."

"You have been mifinformed, Dr. Ana

peft; he is a Corfican," faid the learned Mrs. Maitland.

When Emma reflected on the learning of Dr. Anapest, and his ignorance of the affairs that were tranfacting in the world, fhe thought that it refembled the information of an old almanack, which is marked with old dates, and gives accounts of events which were interefting many centuries back.

Dr. Anapeft, uncomfortable in the prefence of women, left the ladies, defiring they would remember to prefent his falutations to his former tyro, the right honourable Mr. Pellet.

Dauncy had received a letter from Moreton, and called in Portland Street for the purpose of showing it to Mifs Tankerville. She received him with the kindness due to his merit; befides, he was the friend of him who had pleased her fond heart, whofe abfence the regretted, and for whom the often wept.

After chatting fome time with her, 'giv

ing her an account of the new plays, and what news was floating in the gay world, he wifhed her a good morning.

With trembling but delightful folicitude fhe unfolded the letter and read the contents.

"My dear Dauncy,

"With my tears I nearly blotted out the words of your last letter. laft letter. I consider my

felf as the cause of the misfortunes which have wounded the tender and fenfible mind of my beloved Emma Tankerville. I am to blame, the fault was mine, and I am the fole cause of her mifery. What must have been the fufferings of the gentlest of her fex, during fo fatal an illness; but you comfort me, dear Dauncy, by faying that the physician gives you great hopes. Barbarous and cowardly fir Richard Oliver, was not your profligacy to be corrected by fuch anguish and fuffering virtue; and you, my friend, how fhall I recompence you!

"As for me, had I received my death's wound in her cause I should have bleffed the moment that rendered me her protector. Dauncy, do you know what it is to love? The pain that the lover feels would be infupportable, did not hope fill his bofom with fweet confolation. The amusements of this place, which is very populous, are but dull. I feel a vacuum, which requires the fociety of her I love, to fill. These women have not the graces of my Emma; they are more phlegmatic and reserved. As the rose appears among the gaudy and dull holly-oak, fo fhines in my mind the beautiful Emma. In comparison of inferior planets a most glorious conftellation. May I one day have the pleasure of being united to her by the dearest and most kindred ties!

"I walk, or fit, melancholy on the banks of the Danube, or penetrate into the thick foreft. The trees ruftle over me. The waters of the Danube are agitated, but not fo troubled as my foul. While the bird

wings its towering flight, I envy it, for with those wings I would cleave the liquid air, and seek rest in the bofom of my gentle and affectionate Emma. It is evening, and the fhades begin to lengthen; and already the lofty fpire of St. Stephens is obfcurely feen; already the neighbouring castles are obfcured with the denfe fog. Oh Emma! why art thou not here to lull the agony I feel. I would follow thee as that ftar that would light me to the manfion of rest. Why do I not fold thee to my arms, and kifs thy face dreffed in enchanting fmiles? thofe looks which have moved every tender fenfation of my foul. Now the grey night arifes, emblem of my journey through life, a journey dark and long. I am a fugitive over the folitary heath. But lately a gay and noble profpect was present to my view. It is now paffed away.

"I faw the name of fir Richard Oliver among thofe vifitants who grace the room's of fplendid fashion. It was at a certain