They took her up, bore her into her stately chamber, and despatched messengers on every hand for medical aid. All that the skill of the profession could do to restore her was exerted, but for a long time unsuccessfully. At length, however, Mrs. Wentworth showed signs of recovery. Slowly, consciousness appeared to return to her; but just when her attendants were beginning to hope that the danger had passed, she sprang up in her bed, and, placing her hands before her eyes, shrieked, “save him—save him—oh, God! have mercy—I am the murderer—he is innocent,” and with other ejaculations, equally as terrific, she sank down on the couch, in a paroxysm of madness. _She was a maniac._ It was not many days before nature gave way beneath the struggle, but, during the ravings of her phrenzy, she recapitulated the whole of the dreadful tragedy, and in words too that made her listeners tremble to hear. It has often occurred to me, that, if the death-bed revelations of but one year could be made public, they would make us avoid our fellow-men as beings of a darker world. One word and this melancholy leaf is ended. Mr. Wentworth never returned from his mission, but fell a victim to the climate of South America. His estate having been entailed to the issue of his own body, of course, failing such issue, passed in the regular course of succession; and descending to nearly a score of collateral heirs, who divided the property betwixt them, was soon broken into fragments. The old Hall was shunned with superstitious fear, and is now in ruins. So pass away the things of this world. D. * * * * * MY BONNIE BLUE-EYED LASSIE, O! A SCOTTISH BALLAD. SUNG BY MR. DEMPSTER. _Philadelphia_: John F. Nunns, _184 Chesnut Street_. [Illustration: musical score] I sing the bonnie E’e of her, My bonnie, bonnie Lassie O! I [Illustration: musical score] sing the praise of ane I luve, My bonnie, bonnie Lassie, O! I sing of monie a time and aft, We’ve gane thegither cheerly, O! And bless the E’e that welcomes me, My bonnie blue-eyed Lassie, O! Her face sae fair, her winning air, Sure nane is like my lassie, O! When e’r we meet, she smiles so sweet, My bonnie blue-eyed lassie, O! And monie a time at fair or green, We’ve prattled aft and dearly, O! I press’d my suit, she pleaded youth, My bonnie blue-eyed lassie, O! Yes, woo I still, yes, woo I will, My bonnie, bonnie lassie, O! The world can ne’er ha’e charms for me, Without my blue-eyed lassie, O! When last we met, I saw her e’e Half turn’d aside so winning, O! I named the kirk, she gied consent, My ain dear blue-eyed lassie, O!