340 HENRY KIRKE WIIITE's REMAINS. 



gesture, and the sounds of her voice still seemed to vi- 

 brate on every ear. The attention of the assembly, how- 

 ever, was soon recalled to the accuser, and their indigna- 

 tion at his baseness rose to such a height as to threaten 

 general tumult, when the goddess of Wisdom arose, and 

 waving her hand for silence, beckoned the prisoner to her, 

 placed her on her right hand, and with a sweet smile ac- 

 knowledged her for her old companion and friend. She 

 then turned to the accuser, with a frown of severity so ter- 

 rible, that I involuntarily started with terror from my 

 poor misguided friend, and with the violence of the start 

 I awoke, and instead of the throne of the goddess of Wis- 

 dom, and the vast assembly of people, beheld the first 

 rays of the morning peeping over the eastern cloud, and 

 instead of the loud murmurs of the incensed multitude, 

 heard nothing but the soft gurgling of the river at my feet, 

 and the rustling wing of the skylark, who was now be- 

 ginning his first matin song. W. 



MELANCHOLY HOURS.— No. IV. 



ISOCR. 



The world has often heard of fortune-hunters, legacy- 

 hunters, popularity -hunters, and hunters of various de- 

 scriptions. One diversity, however, of this very exten- 

 sive species has hitherto eluded public animadversion ; I 

 allude to the class of friend-hunters ; men who make it 

 the business of their lives to acquire friends, in the hope, 

 through their influence, to arrive at some desirable point 

 of ambitious eminence. Of all the mortifications and 

 anxieties to which mankind voluntarily subject them- 

 selves, from the expectation of future benefit, there are, 

 perhaps, none more galling, none more insupportable, 



