- tion; strong as his nerves were, they
were not a match for his sensations; the figure passed on,—Mortimer sank to the ground; at length recovering, he, with slow and trembling steps, crept homewards: meeting a watchman at the outskirts of the town, he begged for his arm and assistance, and was conducted to his house; entering, he found his father and uncle just returned, after a search entirely unsuccessful: still leaning upon the watchman's shoulder, with his knees tottering, his face staring, wild, and bloodless, he presented himself to his astonished friends. "Good Heavens! what is the matter?" said his father. "I have seen him," replied he, in a hollow voice. "Seen whom?" said his uncle. "My dear deceased friend, William Hamilton." The hearers eagerly inquired, when, where, how: before he
