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BY

HEBERDEN MILFORD.

"Maids as well as youths have perished,
From fruitless love too fondly cherished.”

Coleridge's “Sibylline Leaves.”
“We wither from our youth, we gasp away-

Sick-sick; unfound the boon-unslaked the thirst,
Though to the last, in verge of our decay,
Some phantom lures, such as we sought at first-
But all too late, -So we are doubly curst.
Love, fame, ambition, avarice—'tis the same
Each idle-and all ill—and none the worst-

For all are meteors with a different name,
And Death the sable smoke, where vanishes the flame."

“Childe Harold," Canto iv., Stan, cxxiv.

LONDON:
HURST AND BLACKETT, PUBLISHERS,
SUCCESSORS TO HENRY COLBURN,
13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET.

1854.

M. S. MYERS, PRINTER, 22, TAVISTOCK STREET, COVENT GARDEN.

A PHYSICIAN'S TALE.

CHAPTER I.

• It was a vast and venerable pile,
So old it seemed only not to fall,
Yet strength was pillar'd in each massy

aisle."

BYRON. “Oh! ill-judging sire of an innocent son."

WORDSWORTH.

In one of the southern counties, in a remote and unfrequented district, is the pretty little village of Elleringay. Situated on a gentle acclivity, and commanding an ex, tensive prospect over a broad expanse of country, screened in on the north and east by dark woods of sturdy oak, towering elms, and spreading beech, with a crystal stream

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