ublished Poems by ------.

THE HISTORY OF SIR REGINALD GLANVILLE.

"You remember my character at school--the difficulty with which you
drew me from the visionary and abstracted loneliness which, even at that
time, was more consonant to my taste, than all the sports and society
resorted to by other boys--and the deep, and, to you, inexplicable
delight with which I returned to my reveries and solitude again. That
character has continued through life the same; circumstances have
strengthened, not altered it. So has it been with you; the temper, the
habits, the tastes, so strongly contrasted with mine in boyhood, have
lost nothing of that contrast. Your ardour for the various ambition of
life is still the antipodes to my indifference; your daring, restless,
thoughtful, resolution in the pursuit, still shames my indolence and
abstraction. You are still the votary of the world, but will become its
conqueror--I its fugitive--and shall die its victim.

"After we parted at school, I went for a short time to a tutor's
in--shire. Of this place I soon grew weary; and my father's death
leaving me in a great measure at my own disposal, I lost no time in
leaving it. I was seized with that mania for travel common enough to
all persons of my youth and disposition. My mother allowed me an almost
unlimited command over the fortune hereafter to be my own; and, yielding
to my wishes, rather than her fears, she suffered me, at the age of
eighteen, to set out for the Continent alone. Perhaps the quiet and
reserve of my character made her think me less exposed to the dangers of
youth, than if I had been of a more active and versatile temper. This
is no uncommon mistake; a serious and contemplative disposition is,
however, often the worst formed to acquire readily the knowledge of
the world, and always the most calculated to suffer deeply from the
experience.

"I took up my residence for some time at Spa. It is, you know, perhaps,
a place dull enough to make gambling the only amusement; every one
played--and I did not escape the contagion; nor did I wish it: for, like
the minister Godolphin, I loved gaming for its own sake, because it was
a substitute for conversation. This habit brought me acquainted with Mr.
Tyrrell, who was then staying at Spa; he had not, at that time, quite
dissipated his fortune, but was daily progressing to so desirable a
consummation. A gambler's acquaintance is readily made, and easily kept,
provided you gamble t