1822.] 
the very reverse of that snug nicety, 
‘the ‘apartment: for a lady’s leisure 
usually presents. A peep through the 
epen doors showed the bedsteads in 
the adjoining chambers without beds ; 
hence a glass was removed, and wrap- 
ped in an old cloth, that moth: might 
not eat nor dust destroy its golden 
borders. ‘Three chairs stood in the 
room, and of these two were wiihout 
backs. Embers of a fire gleamed 
through the two lower bars of an un- 
polished grate ; and over them a kettle, 
in ail the respectability of sooty ser- 
vice, hummed lazily. _ 
“There,” cries my gran, in answer 
to my ‘good day, ma’am,’ “ the wind 
is against ‘us, directly in our teeth: I 
knew ’twould be so,—we shall never 
get off.’—‘ T theught it a fine windless 
morn as I walked here, ma’am.’—“ Oh! 
that can’t be, Edward: the storm blew 
against the window there all night; I 
didn’t sleep a wink.”—‘ What a pity: 
night’s not morning,’ said I, for the 
sake of reason; ‘however, our births 
are paid for.’ My eyes here caught a 
smoking bowl of tea, and I seated my- 
self before it.. The table was an oaken 
one, which had been expedited from 
the kitchen to hold this parting meal, 
and had been washed, as the maid 
whispered in assurance to the inquisi- 
live look I gave it, clean for the pur- 
pose at twelve the pr evious night. My 
cup had lost its handle; but my gentle 
Louisa was by my side, pressed my 
hand, and smiled; and I soon forgot 
that the cream-ewer leaked : the spout 
of the earthen tea-pot stood abridged, 
and our lumps of sugar were uncere- 
moniously scattered, for the service of 
each desirous finger, over the surface 
of the table. 
Going to France, almost every arti- 
cle in the house, I believe, had been 
packed up by noon on the preceeding 
day: some chosen things, however,— 
of which we then enjoyed a few,—were 
left out for the service of the women 
who were io be in charge of the house. 
Gran had dined out witha friend, for 
couvenienee, the day before, and hear- 
tily enough L wished she had broken 
her fast out that day too: one only. cup 
of tea could I drink out of the kifchen- 
maid’s equipage. 
The door now opened, and the old 
cook entered, bedizened in her best 
cottons, for transportation to Paris; 
there, at the savoury age of sixty, to 
suit the palate of a mistress at seventy- 
two with heel-steaks and mutton. 
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chops. I fancied it time to dispel the 
gloom oyer us, ‘"I'was. very odd,” 
i began, ‘but the first sound L hear ‘d 
this morning was the chirrup of acock- 
sparrow.” ’The words were spoken at 
random; but the good heart of my 
worthy friend. of . the steakery gone- 
rally attempted to make something of 
all I did or uttered: ‘And is at it,’ 
she cries, ‘the surest sign of a fine day 
in all Ivcland: if ’twas a hen-sparrow, 
indeed, that would be nothing. Oh! 
LTwou’d’nt doubt you but to bring good 
news to Miss Louisa: God bless the 
pair of you.’ Pretty well, thought 1, 
but we're not paired yet. Here gran 
was about to ejaculate, but ahorm was 
heard, and I blessed the blast: already 
the coach rattled at the door, and for 
awhile all was bustle going to France. 
Oh! come to me when day-light sets 
O’er the moonlight sea ; 
For then’s the hour for those who Jove, 
Sweet, like you and me. 
More's Melodies. 
Oh, Mr. Moore, false and faithless, 
fie! how many and how delighiful were 
the anticipations your poesics had ex- 
cited\in the mind of Louisa, and how 
deep was the disappointment, not 
mental only, but bodily also, that fol- 
lowed the impression. For the first 
time she vweas about to he borue upon 
the sea-blue waves; an azure sky, a 
soft undulation, and a sunny surface, 
—the very domain of Joye, in imagis+ 
nation, spread hefore us. ‘ ’Tis like 
marriage, (P said,) is the sea: one lit- 
tle wave, gilt by the sun,joins another, 
and both unite to form a third, brighter 
and more crested.” Well, we reach 
the harbour, and behold dark and 
dirty mounds of water, grumbling at 
their confinement against the pier of 
Dunleary: the sky was clouded,—not 
a single gleam peeped from the sun, 
—and the women’s cloaks floated back 
from a cold breeze that made my tecth 
chatter. However we got into the 
packet, and Louisa and I clung to one 
another, or tiied to hang from the rails, 
now as we bolted on one side, now 
jolted 1o the other, and now fell for- 
wards. I cursed poetry from the bot- 
tom of my soul, while Louisa rejected 
the goddess for a fibbing jade. “Tf 
there be an oficnce,” she faintly ob- 
served, ‘itis to deceive the casy mind 
of youth, and mislead the confiding 
expectations of carly love.” Then 
would the dear suffering girl hope, 
perhaps when we got farther out,— 
besides, we went by sicam,—there 
might 
