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Sleep on , sweet maid ! Soon we shall meet again . I stood for a moment steadfastly gazing ou this stone , and unconscious of any thing around me . The recollections of my former adventure crowded on my

mind—I remembered her interesting featureshor affectionate simplicity . " Poor Ellen , " said I , " thy roses were nipped , when they were beginning to expand;—thine was an unhappy lot here , but thou art gone to a better world , where sorrow and care are

not . " I felt a tear trickling clown my cheek , which recalled me to myself . I took a last look on the stone , and jiroceeded on my way . "Is sensibility a blessing ; " thought I , as I walked pensively along . "Surely not . It may refine the passions—it may give a tone to the affections—but it makes us feel the thorns of life doubly acute ; yet it is an amiable

virtue , and one which we cannot refrain from admiring . The gate of the little garden in the front of their cottage was open ; the flower beds , which I used formerly to admire for their neatness , were trampled on and in disorder . The old people were removing

their furniture , preparatory to their departure for a neighbouring village . They were surprised to see me , but received me with cordiality . I perceived that my presence recalled unpleasant remembrances , and therefore determined that my visit

should be short . I was informed that Edward had returned from the war , with a wooden leg and a pension . He was told of the affection and despondency of Ellen ; but arrived only in time to see the first grass springing up on her grave . His grief is deep , but not violent ; he has ordered that stone to be erected as a

memorial of their loves—and his greatest pleasure is to visit at evening the green sod , which he allows not to be trampled on , or injured . The old woman opened a little work-box , and , producing a small net purse , placed it in my hand . My initials were on the side - . —it was , she said , the

work of her daughter during her illness , which she had desired , if ever I returned , should be given to me as a token of remembrance . Poor Ellen ! years have passed away , since the time I last gazed on your pale form— siuce the time I shed a tear of compassion on the turf that enshrouded it ;

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but that purse—the last relic of your affection—the memento of your kindness , remains still whole and inviolate ; it is treasured up amid the most precious of my earthly possessions;—and whenever I indulge myself with gazing on it , an involuntary tear starts to the eye of CHARLES BELLAMY .

Notes On Literature, Science And Art.

NOTES ON LITERATURE , SCIENCE AND ART .

BY BEO . GEOEGE MAEKHAM TWEDDELL , Author of Shalcspere , his 'Times , and Contonpomries , " " The Bards and Authors of Cleveland and South Durham , " " The People's History of Cleveland and the Vicinage , " "The Visitors ' Handbook to Redcar , Coatham , and Saltbimiby-the-Sea , " " The History of the Stockton and Darlington Railway , " & c , & c .

I AM glad to see that the burghers of Sudbury—the ancient South Burgh of the South Folk—are projecting a monument to the most illustrious of all their natives , Thomas Gainsborough , the celebrated landscape and portrait painter , who was the son of one of their poor clothierswho

, was unable to give him much schooling . But for him who has eyes to see and ears to hear with , Nature will always have teachings in her own silent and quiet way ; and the woods of Suffolk did more for Gainsborough than could have been

done by many masters , however valuable the aid of the latter may he at times when judiciously given . Sir Joshua Reynolds well remarked , that " if ever this nation should produce genius sufficient to

acquire to us the honourable distinction of an English school , the name of Gainsborough will be transmitted to posterity as one of the very first of that rising name . " In the year 1762—when Gainsborough , M 35 , had long been practising his art , but yet

twelve years before he ventured on a residence in London—Horace Walpole , in the Preface to his Anecdotes of Painting in England , felt compelled to write - . — " This country , which does not always err in vaunting its own productionshas

, not a single volume to show on the Avorks of its painters . In truth , it has very rarely given birth to a genius in that profession , Flanders and Holland have sent us the greatest men that we can boast . " And yet Reynolds was then , M