ek attentive ear.

But when of morn and eve the star beholds me on my knee,
I feel, though thou art distant far, thy prayers ascend for me.

Then on! then on! where duty leads my course be onward still,--
O'er broad Hindostan's sultry meads, o'er bleak Almorah's hill.

That course nor Delhi's kingly gates, nor wild Malwah detain,
For sweet the bliss us both awaits by yonder western main.

Thy towers, Bombay, gleam bright, they say, across the dark blue
sea:
But ne'er were hearts so blithe and gay as there shall meet in
thee!

Is it not Collingwood and Sarah, and Southey and Edith? His affection is
part of his life. What were life without it? Without love, I can fancy no
gentleman.

How touching is a remark Heber makes in his _Travels through India_, that
on inquiring of the natives at a town, which of the governors of India
stood highest in the opinion of the people, he found that, though Lord
Wellesley and Warren Hastings were honoured as the two greatest men who
had ever ruled this part of the world, the people spoke with chief
affection of Judge Cleaveland, who had died, aged twenty-nine, in 1784.
The people have built a monument over him, and still hold a religious
feast in his memory. So does his own country still tend with a heart's
regard the memory of the gentle Heber.

And Cleaveland died in 1784, and is still loved by the heathen, is he?
Why, that year 1784 was remarkable in the life of our friend the First
Gentleman of Europe. Do you not know that he was twenty-one in that year,
and opened Carlton House with a grand ball to the nobility and gentry, and
doubtless wore that lovely pink coat which we have described. I was eager
to read about the ball, and looked to the old magazines for information.
The entertainment took place on the 10th February. In the _European
Magazine_ of March, 1784, I came straightway upon it:--

"The alterations at Carlton House being finished, we lay before our
readers a description of the state apartments as they appeared on the 10th
instant, when H.R.H. gave a grand ball to the principal nobility and
gentry.... The entrance to the state room fills the mind with an
inexpressible idea of greatness and splendour.

"The state chair is of a gold frame, covered with crimson damask; on each
corner of the feet is a lion's head, expressive of fortitude and strength;
the feet of the chair have serpents twining round t