of his voice, her eye darted on his features: it read, at once, a
whole volume of sorrow; she clasped her hands, uttered a faint
shriek, and stood wringing them in silent agony.

All now was hurry and bustle. The meetings of acquaintances--the
greetings of friends--the consultations of men of business. I
alone was solitary and idle. I had no friend to meet, no cheering
to receive. I stepped upon the land of my forefathers--but felt
that I was a stranger in the land.



ROSCOE.

----In the service of mankind to be
A guardian god below; still to employ
The mind's brave ardor in heroic aims,
Such as may raise us o'er the grovelling herd,
And make us shine for ever--that is life.
THOMSON.

ONE of the first places to which a stranger is taken in Liverpool
is the Athenaeum. It is established on a liberal and judicious
plan; it contains a good library, and spacious reading-room, and
is the great literary resort of the place. Go there at what hour
you may, you are sure to find it filled with grave-looking
personages, deeply absorbed in the study of newspapers.

As I was once visiting this haunt of the learned, my attention
was attracted to a person just entering the room. He was advanced