And had bid him, without any nonsense or joke, Meanwhile the clouds were collecting on high, And a rain-drop moistened that lady's eye The lady she sighed, perchance for a coach, At this moment, when what to do neither could tell, a Of this civilized age, In a very tight jacket, with very short tails, Ralph instantly rose ; One kiss ere he goes The page most discreetly is blowing his nose,- He has mounted his steed, A noble beast of bone and breed, "Warranted free from vice and from whim." When only half new, Ralph had bought sometime back from a parrot-nosed Jew, For its being a patent-wove, London-made waterproof, A fact, by the way, which most forcibly shows men How sharp they must look when they deal with old clothesmen. Little reck'd Ralph of the wind and the rain, On his inmost heart was preying that pain Which man may know once, but can ne'er know again; Of deepest woe, To feel he was loved, and was loved in vain. Now fiercer grew the tempest's force, And the whirlwind eddied round rider and horse, O'er bank, brook and briar. O'er streamlet and brake, A country so awkward to go such a pace on At once a flash, livid and clear, Shows a moss-grown ruin mouldering near; As slowly climbs that ancient mound, And mark against the lurid sky A thousand storms have o'er it broke, It is the trysting-tree. An hour hath passed, an hour hath flown, Ralph stands by the tree, but he stands alone. Till, surmising his dream is a regular hoax, He "confounds," with much energy" Abbots and oaks, And old gentlemen dying from Highlanders' strokes," Then enters a shed, which, though rather a cool house, Might serve at less need To hold him and his steed, As it formerly served the old monks for a tool-house. Another hour was past and gone, A nap, and was just between sleeping and waking, To raise himself tries, But a weight seems to press on his arms, chest, and thighs, Then conceive his amazement, alarm, and surprise, In its ancient pride, He sees an old monastery slowly arise; Chapel and hall, Buttress and wall, Ivied spire, and turret tall, Grow on his vision one and all. At first they begin To fall into outline and slowly fill in ; From the postern-gate of that Abbey grey Till they come to the Abbot's oak. Ralph sees an eye he before has known,- The identical phiz Of his friend, or one precisely like his ! Of an Abbey bell, On the ear of the wondering listener fell; His limbs unbound, His strength, so strangely lost, is found! Howling fled the wild Nightmare, Nothing save the mouldering pile, Which looked, in the deepening shade half hid, And the moon on high Beamed steadily forth from the deep-blue sky. Still in Ralph's ear the words were ringing He very soon made An apology-poor one I grant-for a spade, He turned up the soil, While he thought As he ought On that adage which taught "Perseverance, and patience, and plenty of oil;" Till, wearied grown, Muscle and bone, His sword broke short on a broad flag stone. 516 In Redgrave church the bells are ringing; In Redgrave church blush bridesmaids seven, One had turned faint, or they would have blushed even ; In face of man, in face of Heaven. In her sunshine of youth, in her beauty's pride, In homely vest, Coat, waistcoat, and breeches, are all of the best ; Is burly and big, And a ring with a sparkling diamond his hand is on, Or can even suppose, How Ralph of Redgrave got such fine clothes; Who on Ralph's appearance are cracking their jokes, REMARKABLE SUICIDES. BY THE AUTHOR OF DALTON. (C CURIOSITIES OF MEDICAL EXPERIENCE." "CHARITY COvereth a multitude of sins," and generally casts a mantle of insanity on the corpse of the self-murderer; but it is not altogether fair to cast a stigma on the living to exonerate the dead. If the commission of suicide be an act of lunacy, the surviving family of the defunct must be considered as predisposed to insanity; to secure to an inanimate body the rites of a Christian sepulture, and to shield its memory from the charge of cowardice, and a defiance of Divine and human laws, its innocent and already injured offspring and relations are to be exposed to the sad report of being members of a family subject to mental hallucinations! That suicide is the deed of a lunatic, is true in many cases; but this rash act is more frequently committed under the influence of the passions, or by men who have not sufficient moral courage to live and breast the adverse tide of fortune. If such a degraded condition constitutes insanity, the coward who flies from the field of battle is a madman, and therefore should not be exposed to public obloquy. Sui. cide is generally resorted to after mature deliberation, and long consideration of the advantages and miseries of life. We find that through all ages, in the regions of the East, suicide was considered to be a religious and meritorious act; and the Indian gymnosophist thought it beneath the dignity of man calmly to wait the approach of death, and allow old age to corrupt the body, until it was unfit to become a sacrifice to the Deity. Although many of the ancient philosophers advocated self-destruction, others, amongst whom we find Pythagoras and Socrates, objected to the practice. Pythagoras, who had studied in the Eastern schools, whence he derived his doctrine of metempsychosis, condemned suicide, believing that the soul was bound to the body as a punishment; and Socrates only excused it on the plea that he was already condemned to die. Both these illustrious sages deemed it an offence against the authority, the providence, and the moral government of the gods. Plato also condemns the act, when it is not committed under the visitation of great sorrow, inevitable misfortune, shame, and extreme poverty. The ancient philosophers, so far from looking upon suicide as an evidence of insanity, considered it a manifestation of the strength of the intellectual faculties; and Seneca, on this subject observes, that "since neither infants, nor boys, nor lunatics fear death, it is shameful if reason will not inspire that indifference which folly commands." Pliny the elder was an advocate of suicide, and blesses the benevolence of Mother Earth, who, in compassion to human miseries, has placed in the hands of man so many poisons, which would deprive him of life without pain. It is therefore clear from these various doctrines, held forth at vari. ous periods, that suicide was considered to be permitted by the Deity under peculiar circumstances; and we have reason to believe, from the records of ancient history, that it was seldom resorted to, except under the influence of misery or superstition; but it was never maintained for one moment that self-destruction was an act of insanity. * Such were the opinions of pagan philosophers; and among the Christians, St. Augustin states that the Donatists killed themselves out of respect for martyrdom as their daily sport. When they could not find any one to kill them, they waylaid and attacked travellers, threatening to murder them if they would not put an end to their life ;† and not unfrequently in their love-feasts they would cast themselves from precipices, to this day sanctified by their self-inflicted martyrdom. Although, under certain circumstances of enthusiastic self-sacrifice, suicide was tolerated, if not approved of, by the church, yet various ecclesiastic censures were passed upon this offence in several councils; not only were the bodies of suicides to be refused Christian burial, but their goods and chattels were confiscated for the profit of the State, *Lucius Quotidianus. We have many cases of insanity recorded, in which a man has killed another to be sent to execution in expiation of the crime. |