'Who shall deny the mighty secrets hid In Time and Nature?'
'But can you not learn where he sups?' asked the dying man, for at least the twentieth time; while the servants again repeated the same monotonous answer--'Lord, sir, we never know where our young master goes.'
'Place a time-piece by the bed-side, and leave me.'
None was at hand; when one of the assembled group exclaimed--'Fetch that in Mr Francis's room.'
It was a small French clock, of exquisite workmanship, and a golden (Cupid swung to and fro,--fitting emblem for the light and vain hours of its youthful proprietor, but a strange mockery beside a death-bed! Yet the patient watched it with a strange expression of satisfaction, mingled, too, with anxiety, as the glittering hands pursued their appointed round. As the minutes passed on, an ejaculation of dismay burst from Mr Saville's lips: he strove to raise his left hand with a gesture of impatience; he found it powerless too; the palsy, which had smitten his right side, had now attacked the left. 'A thousand curses upon my evil destiny--I am lost!'
At this moment the time-piece struck four, and began to play one of the popular airs of that day; while the cord on which the Cupid was balanced moved, modulated by the fairy- like music. 'He comes!' almost shrieked the palsied wretch, making a vain effort to rise on his pillow. As if the loss of every other sense had quickened that of hearing seven-fold, he heard the distant tramp of horses, and the ring of wheels, on the hard and frosty road. The carriage stopped; a young man, wrapped in furs, sprang out, opened the door with his own key, and ran up the stairs, gaily singing,