_Yorick_ scarce ever heard this sad vaticination of his destiny read over to him, but with a fear stealing from his eye, and a promissory look attending it, that he was resolved, for the time to come, to ride his tit with more sobriety. --But, alas, too late! --a grand confederacy, with ***** and ***** at the head of it, was formed before the first prediction of it. --The whole plan of the attack, just as _Eugenius_ had foreboded, was put in execution all at once, --with so little mercy on the side of the allies, --and so little suspicion in _Yorick_, of what was carrying on against him, --that when he thought, good easy man! full surely preferment was o’ ripening, --they had smote his root, and then he fell, as many a worthy man had fallen before him. _Yorick_, however, fought it out with all imaginable gallantry for some time; till, overpowered by numbers, and worn out at length by the calamities of the war, --but more so, by the ungenerous manner in which it was carried on, --he threw down the sword; and though he kept up his spirits in appearance to the last, he died, nevertheless, as was generally thought, quite broken-hearted. What inclined _Eugenius_ to the same opinion was as follows: A few hours before _Yorick_ breathed his last, _Eugenius_ stept in with an intent to take his last sight and last farewell of him. Upon his drawing _Yorick’s_ curtain, and asking how he felt himself, _Yorick_ looking up in his face took hold of his hand, --and after thanking him for the many tokens of his friendship to him, for which, he said, if it was their fate to meet hereafter, --he would thank him again and again, --he told him, he was within a few hours of giving his enemies the slip for ever. --I hope not, answered _Eugenius_, with tears trickling down his cheeks, and with the tenderest tone that ever man spoke. --I hope not, _Yorick_, said he. ----_Yorick_ replied, with a look up, and a gentle squeeze of _Eugenius’s_ hand, and that was all, --but it cut _Eugenius_ to his heart, --Come--come, _Yorick_, quoth _Eugenius_, wiping his eyes, and summoning up the man within him, --my dear lad, be comforted, --let not all thy spirits and fortitude forsake thee at this crisis when thou most wants them; ----who knows what resources are in store, and what the power of God may yet do for thee? ----_Yorick_ laid his hand upon his heart, and gently shook his head; --For my part, continued _Eugenius_, crying bitterly as he uttered the words, --I declare I know not, _Yorick_, how to part with thee, and would gladly flatter my hopes, added _Eugenius_, chearing up his voice, that there is still enough left of thee to make a bishop, and that I may live to see it. ----I beseech thee, _Eugenius_, quoth _Yorick_, taking off his night-cap as well as he could with his left hand, ----his right being still grasped close in that of _Eugenius_, ----I beseech thee to take a view of my head. --I see nothing that ails it, replied _Eugenius_. Then,