CONFEDERATES: A STORY, IN THREE VOLUMES. Ob, they are thoughts that have transfix'd my heart, Made my cold passion stand upon my face, Like drops of dew on a stiff cake of ice.-B. JONSON. THE CONFEDERATES. CHAPTER I. A LAD, or, as he would have described himself, a young gentleman, named Rupert Ullesbey, having just got clear of academical restraint, for at least three months, was travelling towards the northwest of England in all the spirits belonging to nineteen years of age and the commencement of the long vacation in a beautiful summer season. He seemed to think that the vacation would neither ever be over, nor that any one moment of it would elapse without positive enjoyment to him: so, having money enough for the present, as his habits were never expensive, and |