CHAP. I.

ON the coast of Cornwall is a small vil­lage, situate on a rising [...]ll, which commands a view of the sea. A chapel, built on the summit, is its principal edifice; thi­ther did the hearts of its humble inhabitants repair to invoke the mercy of their Creator, and oft did they implore him to protect such of their friends and relations as were expos­ed to the boisterous element below it. Nor was this the only purpose to which this sim­ple building was adapted; frequently did its white front borrow aid from the moon, and [Page 4] served as a land mark to the distressed marin­ers, who were driven within its view.

This village, which I shall call Birtland, might have been justly described as secluded from the world. No proud lord usurped its happy domain. No legal plunderer attended to settle those trifling differences between man and man, which, without such interference, might be soon adjusted; but which, when ap­plied, frequently proves worse than the evil. At Birtland, the age of primitive innocence still existed; at Birtland, all was union and perfect tranquillity.

Within two miles of this happy village stood an ancient castle, formerly the residence of the house of Hastings. Many were the illustrious Earls of Huntingdon who had drawn their first and last breath of life within its then peaceful [...]. Every heir of that distinguished title [...] himself by deeds of unbounded munificence. They were as remarkable for their benevolence and hospitality, as the cour­tiers of the present age are for their arrogance and boundless ambition. At THEIR door, ne­ver was the tale of woe rejected, nor did a petitioner crave in vain. The wealthy and the indigent were equally unknown; and the hearts and purses of these noble lords were ever open to the tears of the unhappy. To obtain their protection, it was necessary only to solicit it; for no guileful wanderer ever bent his way to the happy but retired castle of Led­stone.

[Page 5]Many centuries had passed in this state of bliss, when time, which is ever working miracles, (hitherto fatal to mankind!) stretched the cloud of fate over this humble corner of England. The last Earl of Huntingdon died. His gener­osity had over-reached his power, and his es­tates were involved! That of Ledstone was an object of too much importance to be aband­oned by the rapacious creditors; it was there­fore agreed that it should be put up to sale, and parted with by public auction.

A gentleman, the son of a wealthy merchant in the city, was the highest bidder, and to him was that property consigned. He was a young man, not possessed of very shining abilities, who had been educated at Westminster-school, and was thence sent to Oxford. But study was ill adapted to his taste; he left both these places in disgust, and prevailed (but not without diffi­culty) on his father, to suffer him to pass two or three years on the continent, by way of giving a finish to his education.

It was soon after his return to England, that he determined to marry, but he had frequently the mortification to find his proposals rejected. Money was no object to him, as he was sure to inherit, on the death of his father, a consider­able fortune; but he wished to ennoble his name, hitherto best known upon 'Change, and was at lenght fortunate enough to succeed in his addresses, with the only daughter of a new-created Irish peer, who had been successful in his claim to the title of his ancestors, and whose greatest advantage was her title.

[Page 6]It was soon after this marriage took place, that he became the purchaser of Ledstone, which he knew only by report▪ having never visited the West of England. In London, Lady Jane was equally a stranger. She had passed her life in Dublin but remained unnotic­ed there until her father was created an Earl. They set out for London too soon afterwards for her to fix her choice among her old acquaint­ance, who were many of them at length be­come her new admirers.

Mr. James Martindale was the first monied man who solicited the hand of Lady Jane; and to his fortune, more than to himself, was she immediately devoted.

CHAP II.

MR. Martindale hired a ready-furnished house in the vicinity of Portman-Square; and on the fourth of June, just five weeks after her marriage, Lady Jane Martindale was presented at St. James's. Her person was ra­ther handsome than otherwise, and it was on this occasion decorated with all the parapher­nalia of birth-day magnificence. To be admi­red, it was necessary only that she should be seen; and to her, the knee of adulation was soon bent. The Earl of C—, on whom the fetters of matrimony sat lightly, was her [Page 7] devoted slave for the evening; and her eyes received an additional portion of brilliancy, as her conquests became multiplied.

In Mr. Martindale's bosom very different were the sensations which arose on that occasi­on. He gazed on the beauties of his wife, and his vanity was flattered by their effect, but his heart trembled as he viewed her, and the pangs of jealousy racked his soul. He endeavoured to appear regardless of the admiration he saw la­vished on her; but by degrees he drew nearer to the door of the antechamber, and their wait­ed with anxiety the hour of twelve, at which time his servants and equipage were ordered to attend.

As soon as their arrival was announced, Mr. Martindale hurried Lady Jane out of the room, and attempted to put on her cloak, which a footman had given into his hands. But Lord C—disputed with him th [...] office, and the rules of good breeding obl [...] the husband to relinquish it. Yet he [...] avoid perceiving a significant look, and a squeeze of the hand, which each bestowed on the other, as Lord C—Handed Lady Jane to her carriage; and this was, to a weak mind, almost proof positive of their guilt. But in this idea he was wholly mistaken: Lord C—had not entertained an idea beyond the amusement of the present hour, and Lady Jane saw nothing in the emaciated peer that could possibly turn her thoughts towards him on the succeeding one.

[Page 8]The time now arrived when every fashiona­ble family prepared to leave town. Lady Jane had already made the acquisition of numberless acquaintance, but her heart had not selected a friend. It was almost a matter of indifference to her whether she went, and to her husband's inclinations she appeared willing to accede.

Mr. Martindale's determination was to go to Ledstone; but when she heard of its seclusion, her heart recoiled at the idea, and she request­ed his approbation of a prior excursion to Wey­mouth or Brighthelmstone. He became howe­ver absolute in his intentions; and as her father had immediately after her marriage returned to Ireland, it became necessary for her to draw some one over to her interests; necessity, ra­ther than choice, directed her to old Mr. Mar­tindale. He was exactly calculated for such an employment. He had been in his younger days a general admirer of pretty women, and the charms of his new daughter-in-law lost no­thing in his opinion. He perfectly agreed with her, that to transplant a large establish­ment [...]to the deserts of Cornwall, would be attended with a heavy expence, besides the probability that existed of their disliking the situation, and speedily returning. Lady Jane and the old gentleman had many conversations on the subject, and agreed to expostulate warm­ly with Mr. Martindale, whom however they had the mortification to find inexorable. All they could obtain was a few days delay, and a promise that their stay in the country should not exceed six months.

CHAP. III.

IN a few days, part of Mr. Martindale's re­tinue set forward on their journey into the West. These consisted of her Ladyship's un­derwoman, who was, during this summer campaign, to act also in the capacity of house-keeper;—a French valet;—a French cook;— a running footman, and three or four more. Every thing was there in readiness for the reception of these nobel and novel guests; for the castle was inhabited by an old steward and his family, whom the late Earl of Huntingdon had stationed in it; and as they had never re­ceived notice to quit the premisses, they still enjoyed, in some of the rooms at the end of it, peacable and quite possession.

When these imitators of greatness passed through the village of Birtland, they were struck with the appearance of its humble inha­bitants; who, mistaking them for their super­iors, crowded forth to bid them welcome. The bells, though few in number, echoed these warm plaudits of the heart; and every tenant, with uplifted eyes, prayed Heaven to bless them!

Stunned with applauses for which they were unprepared, and which they did not rightly [Page 10] comprehend, they answered only by a loud laugh; and arriving at the castle, where they soon made themselves known, were received with humble civility by the worthy steward his wife, and daughter.

Mrs. Drapery could not help shuddering as she passed through the spacious hall which led to the inhabited part of the castle. The massy door closed with a tremendous noise; it re­sounded through the vaulted roof, and petrified her with horror. On the high arched win­dows of painted glass, were handed down to posterity the emblazoned arms of the newly expired title of Huntingdon; and the unwieldy armour which had formerly defended the lives of its illustrious wearers, now hanging up and neglected, borrowed a faint light from the feeble glimmerings of the moon, scarcely seen enough to be observed through the heavy casement.

She requested to be shewn to the appartment allotted her, where she gave orders that her fellow-tarvellers should attend. She expressed to them the greatest disgust at every thing she saw, and the utter impossibility there was of her being ever able to accustom herself among such Hottentots. "She was sure," she said, ‘that all Mr. Martindale's money would be but a poor compensation, if Lady Jane was to linger away the best part of her life in such an odious retirement. She wondered how he could think of bringing an Earl's daugh­ter to such a horrible distance from every [Page 11] thing alive. For HER part, she was sure SHE could not stay there, and she hoped to find that her Lady would soon be of the same opinion.’

In less than a week, Lady Jane and Mr. Martindale arrived at Ledstone. When the loquacious Mrs. Drapery saw the butler (to whom she was by do means averse), she assured him, that if she had not been certain of HIS coming down, she could not have prevailed on herself to remain there a day after she had deli­vered up her charge to her Lady; for that the place was a desert, and the evening winds were so rough, that she already found her con­stitution DAMAGED by them; and it was be­come absolutely necessary for her to return to London, were it only for the benefit of her health.

Lady Jane and Mr. Martindale, who saw nothing in their new habitation otherwise than they had expected to find it, passed several days in visiting the castle and its environs. Lady Jane was particularly attentive to the narations of the old steward, who not unfrequently rub­bed his hand across his eyes, as he dwelt on the praises of his late-loved Lord. In a small clo­set adjoining the hall, of which he had entreat­ed to keep the key, he was wont to review and admire the tattered robes in which Henry third Earl of Huntingdon sat in judgment on the trial of the charming and unfortunate Mary Queen of Scots. These he shewed Lady Jane, la­menting sorely the day, that, in depriving the [Page 12] county of its FIRST ornament, robbed HIM of his best friend—HIS ONLY BENEFACTOR.

CHAP. IV.

THE mind of Lady Jane was by nature susceptible of tender sentiments, and of soft impressions; yet her heart was as unconsci­ous of their primitive source, as of their subse­quent consequence; and she had hitherto be­held every one with general indifference. She however possessed an immoderate degree of pride and ostentation, and was emulous to out­vie all who dared aspire to equality with her; assuming a forbidding air of loftiness, which often offended the societies she lived in. But, over-ruled at length by the recollection of the more exemplary conduct of some of the amiable part of her female acquaintance in London, and elsewhere, she in some measure conquered that disagreeable HAUTEUR; and the tender and growing impulse of nature beginning to inspire her with ideas more consonant to the texture of her disposition, she became thoughtful, and rather melancholy; deriving her chief pleasure from wandering in unfrequented paths, and ex­ploring and forcing tracks through the mazy and most intricate parts of the forest, which lay at a small distance from the park.

[Page 13]In one of these solitary perambulations, chance had directed her steps to the ruins of a very ancient, and once capacious tower, situate on the sumit of a stupendious cliff. Thence she could observe, with the help of a small telescope which she carried in her pocket, the various objects which the ocean continually presented to her view, and which with their novelty and variety together, became every day more pleas­ing and interesting to her fancy.

Mr. Martindale rose one morning early in the month of September, before his usual hour, to take the diversion of shooting; his game­keeper having apprized him the preceding even­ing of a covey of partridges which frequented a wheat-stubble near a pleasure ground adjoin­ing the park; not that Mr. Martindale disco­vered any more enjoyment in the pursuit of ru­ral pleasures, than did his lady; but his time hanging rather heavy on his hands, and as she did not permit him to beguile any part of it in associating with those whom her own choice had not approved, and pointed out as proper com­panions for him, he was obliged to seek amuse­ment in quest of pleasures which nature had not given him either taste or inclination to enjoy.

Lady Jane had risen at her usual hour, and was preparing for breakfast, when Mr. Mar­tindale tired of his visionary scheme of pleasure, returned heartily fatigued in the pursuit of it.

The moment they had enjoyed their early repast, Lady Jane with eager steps precipitately [Page 14] bent her way to her much-favoured spot; which she had no sooner ascended, than she in­stantly discovered through her glass a small boat making for the shore; and excited by cu­riosity, she advanced with deliberate attention down the sandy beach, towards the edge of the water. As the boat approached nearer her view, she thought she perceived in it five per­sons, together with some casks which they had stowed, and piled up in a regular pyramid, in the stern of their little bark. The tide having recently laved, and now retired from, its bea­chy limits, had caused the sand under foot to be exceedingly wet; and what would have wonderfully terrified Lady Jane at any other time, and on any other occasion, now stimu­lated her boldly to venture on; and she walked, or rather waded, almost knee-deep in the briny ocean, till she came within reach of the float­ing objects which she had first discovered; but having left her glass within the tower, she could scarcely distinguish of what sex or age the persons were, until they approached nearer.

They were soon securely landed in a place where she had not been accustomed to meet with human beings (she having dedicated this deserted spot to solitude, and her own reflecti­ons); and the unexpected sight our mariners experienced of a beautiful and elegant female, who seemed to be lost in astonishment, could not fail to excite in them an equal degree of surprise. After some little conversation, they requested to be informed of the nearest town, [Page 15] or village; having come, they said, on shore for the purpose of procuring fresh water for their vessel, a small brig, bound from Green­ock to London, which lay at anchor at the dis­tance of about two leagues.

The person who chiefly addressed himself to Lady Jane, appeared to be a military man, a­bout fifty years of age. He had a complacency of manner which indicated the gentleman; his countenance beaming that ineffable sweetness which generally bespeaks the mind at ease. This gentleman introduced to her his friend who accompanied him (the other three were sailors, busily employed in lashing the boat to the remains of what had formerly been a light­house.) The dress of the latter, who was ma­ny years younger, denoted him a Highlander; and the gracefulness of his mein instantly caught the attention of Lady Jane. She invited them both to the castle, and promised to send ser­vants thence to render their men and boat e­very assistance their situation required.

This proposal they thankfully accepted; and inwardly congratulated themselves on the no­vel and strange adventure with which chance had so far favoured them.

CHAP. V.

ON their arrival at the castle refreshments of every kind were by Lady Jane's order set before her guests. She enquired for Mr. Martindale, but was informed by the butler that he was gone out on horseback, and had left orders to tell her ladyship that he should re­turn to dinner by five. She apologized for his absence, and entreated them to relinquish all idea of going back to their vessel with the evening's tide; observing, that the days were now short and clouded—the nights long and dark; and she farther alleged, that their igno­rance of the coast might lead them into un­avoidable difficulties, and imminent dangers, which she would by no means advise them to encounter, and which would diminish with the return of day-light. She inwardly wished (but from what cause she knew not) that Mr. Mar­tindale should see them, and approve what she had done. She felt eager to justify her con­duct to him, perhaps from a consciousness of self-created uneasiness she had never before ex­perienced. Her fluttering heart beat high with a desire of she knew not what; and her falter­ing tongue seemed almost deprived of utterance, as her eye, involuntarily and constantly met those of the young and accomplished Caledoni­an. She wished, she said, to detain them till [Page 17] Mr. Martndale's return; and even when he did return, she feared the day would be too far spent for them to hazard with safety the at­tempt of regaining their ship:—she at last hint­ed to the elder gentleman, who seemed anxi­ous to depart, the kind of impropriety there would be in their going away without seeing him. This objection had sufficient force, to counter-balance, in their minds, every other.

Having drawn from them a promise she too ardently wished, she requested their attendance in the park and gardens, whither they cheer­fully consented to accompany her. In one of the walks she perceived by accident that her dress had materially suffered from her excursi­on on the sands; she then left her visitors to the care of the gardener, whom she directed to point out to them every object worthy their attention, and proceeded to the castle to change her clothes; desiring the gardener to re-con­duct the gentlemen there, as soon as their curi­osity had been sufficiently gratified.

On her lapyship's return she retired to her appartment, and ordered her woman's atten­dance there. The article of dress, which had been neglected since her seclusion in the coun­try, as a matter of indifference, now became an object of importance. Mrs. Drapery was one of those accommodating abigails who are ever ready to flatter and encourage the follies and vices of their employers, and she neglected nothing on the present occasion to adorn the person of her lady; significantly adding, [Page 18] ‘With what pleasure her master would be­hold her ladyship at his return home, look­ing once more LIKE HERSELF!’

Before the etiquette of dress was finally ad­justed, Mr. Martindale entered the room some­what abruptly; having been informed by the servants of his new visitors, and wishing, pre­vious to his seeing them, to know of Lady Jane who they were, and what were the motives that had thus induced them to take up their re­sidence in his house.

Lady Jane briefly related to her husband each circumstance; contenting herself with observ­ing, that although she had not enquired their names, she was sure, from the little she had seen of them, that they were persons of no in­ferior rank: she justly remarked that the laws of hospitality were of themselves sufficient to justify the hasty zeal with which she had press­ed them to wait his return. Mr. Martindale coincided with her opinion, and left her to do honour to his guests.

As soon as he was gone, Mrs. Drapery, finding herself emboldened by her lady's visible embarrassment (which together with the atten­tion to her dress had not escaped her), begged pardon for informing her ladyship, that she knew perfectly well who the gentlemen were, having enquired of the sailors, who had satisfi­ed her in every respect. They were both, she said, Scots. The old gentleman, whose name was Stuart, had been many years Colonel of [Page 19] the Mountaineers; but had retired from the service about two years. His lady was lately dead, and the loss of her had taken such an e­effect on his mind, that he had resolved to tra­vel; and a sea voyage had been particularly recommended to him, as being the most likely to recruit both his spirits and his health. The young gentleman▪ whose name was Glencairn, was distantly related to the deceased Mrs. Stu­art, who had one only child, a daughter, now educating in a convent at Calais. She was to come over on their arrival in London, and to return with them. Mrs. Drapery indeed FAN­CIED, but it was only her own conjecture, that the Colonel had thoughts of uniting the young couple; as the young gentleman had no other reason for coming over, than that of keeping the Colonel company; and of return­ing with him to Scotland, as soon as Miss Stu­art should have joined them.

Lady Jane was not so regardless as she ap­peared to be of the information given by her officious waiting-woman. She, however, as­sumed an air of composure she was doomed ne­ver more to feel, and with hasty steps joined the gentlemen below.

CHAP. VI.

COLONEL Stuart had been in the mean time equally communicative to Mr. Martindale; he had considered it as incum­bent on him to introduce himself and friend to his acquaintance. Mr. Martindale, soon after Lady Jane's appearance, retired to his dress­ing-room, whence he sent to request her at­tendance for a few minutes; when he inform­ed her, that she was not mistaken in the fa­vourable opinion she had entertained of the strangers; and proceeded to tell her all with which Colonel Stuart had made him acquaint­ed. She did not think it necessary to mention to him the cenversation she had held with her maid; but pretended to listen with curiosity to what he related; which differed in nothing more than his silence on the subject of Miss Stuart, who she naturally concluded had not been mentioned.

Lady Jane returned to the saloon, where she surprised Glencairn drawing sounds of sweetest melody from Mr. Martindale's flute, which lay on the table. He laid it down when she appeared, but by her desire took it up a­gain, and played once more, at Colonel Stuart's request, ‘I wish I was where Helen lies!’ [Page 21] in a manner so peculiarly his own, that Lady Jane, for the first time in her life, felt the power of music over a susceptible mind. She was at that moment alive to the most tender sensations; her soul vibrated to the touch, and she felt a pang of exquisite enthusiasm.

—He ceased;—and her eyes more ex­pressive than her tongue, solicited his connu­ance. He smiled consent, and then play­ed ‘Absence ne'er shall alter me.’ The words sunk deep into her heart; her fine eyes glistened;—and she had but just time to turn them on Colonel Stuart, as Mr. Martin­dale entered the room.

The conversation became general, and din­ner was announced. It was a domestic [...], and Lady Jane being without a female friend, had no excuse to leave the room when it was over. Mr. Martindale and the Colonel enter­ed into a long conversation, and the old war­rior-seeming for a moment to forget his griefs, gloried as he recounted his former exploits.

Tea, and less interesting airs on the flute beguiled the remainder of the evening; and an early supper was ordered, as our visitors were under the necessity of departing by day-break. Lady Jane gave orders that coffee should be prepared for them, and after an hour or two passed in social delight, they reciprocally bade adieu.

[Page 22]The Colonel expressed to Mr. Martindale his wish of meeting with him in town; but said that as he might not be apprised of the time when the Ledstone family arrived there; and as he was ignorant also in what part of it he should fix his short abode, he begged of Mr. Martindale to take the trouble to enquire after him at the Duchess of G—'s in St. Jame's Square, who would be able to ascertain whe­ther he still remained an inhabitant of London, or was returned (which was more likely) to the sequestered mountains of Scotland.

Lady Jane had no sooner retired into her dressing-room, than she gave orders to Mrs. Drapery (who, as I before observed, now acted in the double capacity of her woman and house-keeper) to rise at a very early hour, that nothing might be wanting to complete the ele­gant hospitality the strangers had experienced at Ledstone. She retired to bed, but did she retire to rest?—Ah, no!—The image of Glencairn was before her; she pretended drowsiness, and in secret silence wept her cares to sleep. Mr. Martindale, fatigued by the exercise and events of the day, and unconscious of the thorns of discontent which invincible LOVE had strewed over his wife's pillow, ‘Snor'd out the watch of night.’

Lady Jane listened at day break, but she heard nothing. All was hushed in profound silence. They had departed an hour before their appointed time: but they had not escaped [Page 23] the anxious vigilance of Mrs. Drapery; who fearful of offending her lady by not seeing them, and fearful also, of her own weakness should she trust herself to sleep, had prevailed on her friend the butler to pass the intermediate time with her in the house-keeper's room, over a comfortable bottle of madeira, which he was to provide from the cellar as soon as the family was retired to rest.

Mrs. Drapery, though a keen woman, was by no means destitute of female weakness: she reposed an implicit confidence in the butler, and at once informed him of her suspicions re­lative to her lady, and the young gentleman; who (she must observe) was of a figure to cap­tivate any lady's heart, She did not know (or had not sense enough to find out) that Mr. Oldson, the butler, was warmly in his master's interest; not from any rash confidence that hitherto insensible master had reposed in him, but from a sense of the lucrative place he en­joyed. Mr. Oldson therefore made few com­ments on her observations, but treasured up in his mind, every circumstance that might lead hereafter to a farther ascendancy over Mr. Martindale; as he had already prevailed on him in many trivial occurrences, which had turned out in the end to his own advantage.

Soon after the bottle of madeira was ex­hausted, Mrs. Drapery told him she heard a noise; but she supposed it to be too early for the strangers to be thinking of their departure. She however listened, and heard it repeated; [Page 24] it was, she said, the sound of feet gently mo­ving down the great stair-case. Mr. Oldson listened, but heard nothing. Mrs. Drapery still persisted that she DID hear a noise; and as she had encouraged the idea of ghosts haunting the castle, she requested Mr. Oldson to accom­pany her up the stair-case leading from her room; at the top of which they saw our five travellers ready to depart. Mrs. Drapery's eyes instantly fixed on those of Glencairn; who answered them by a sign that he had something to communicate. It was easy for her to turn Mr. Oldson's attention to the other, while she privately received from his hands a guinea, and a slip of paper carefully folded and sealed. These she immediately conveyed to her pocket, while Mr. Oldson was making his bow to the Colonel, in acknowledgement of what he had from a very different motive conveyed to him.

Mrs. Drapery and Mr. Oldson saw the tra­vellers depart, and then retired to their re­spective rooms. The former cautiously placed her pockets under her head, as fearful that her secret should be discovered, and by that means the confidence of her lady be lost for ever.

CHAP. VII.

IT was not difficult for Mrs. Drapery to understand the use it was intended she should make of both the objects she had received; yet she was not sufficiently mistress of her lady's thoughts to hazard a forward avowal of her conduct in receiving them. When she attend­ed Lady Jane in the morning, she could not a­void perceiving that she had been in tears; and she presumed to enquire with evident symp­toms of affection, if her ladyship was unwell? At this unexpected question, Lady Jane gave vent to her full heart, and strove not to con­ceal her emotion. She imprudently leaned on her woman's bosom, and, in apparent agony, asked whether the gentlemen were gone, and if she had seen them? Mrs. Drapery told her that they were; and that she had attended them according to her ladyship's order. She drew by degrees the letter out of her pocket, and entreated her ladyship's pardon for the liberty she took in offering it to her perusal. She assured her that she had no time to return it after it had been put into her hands; and that pity for the poor young gentleman's sor­row at his departure had afterwards induced her to secrete it, until she might see him again.

[Page 26]Lady Jane took the letter with seeming re­luctance, and found it to contain the following words:

Lady Jane trembled as she read the letter, which she immediately conveyed into her pock­et, and Mrs. Drapery delighted in the success of her undertaking; for although she felt that custom, and the laws of decency, would re­quire that she should maintain her place as a servile dependant, she from this moment consi­dered herself the bosom friend of her lady; and exulting in what had passed, began to suppose herself the appointed and convenient confidante of every future action of her life.

From this unhappy period, she began to ex­ert the influence she had obtained over the mind of her hitherto spotless lady; and avail­ing herself of anadvantage common to low minds, did not fail NOW AND THEN to remind her, by a gentle hint, that she was in her power. Lady Jane's youth, and ignorance of the world, induced her to be silent where she might have been allowed to complain; but [Page 27] her timid soul as apprehensive of the injurious construction her husband might put on the ad­venture, and she resolved to suffer in silence. She had no wish. no intention to deceive him; yet she sighed as she reflected on the merits of Glencairn, whom she despaired of seeing more.

We will now return to our mariners. They had a tedious and rather perilous passage to London, where they landed in three weeks. Colonel Stuart's first care was to dispatch a messenger to a mercantile house in the city, whether his letters were addressed. He re­ceived one from Miss Stuart, earnestly request­ing him to go to her. She informed him that her health had been for some months gradually declining; but that she had hitherto avoided mentioning that circumstance to him, waiting till she heard of his arrival in London; alledg­ing, that she was sufficiently acquainted with his feelings, to be convinced that had he known her situation sooner, he would have hastened his journey from Scotland, probably to the prejudice both of his health and conven­ience.

Colonel Stuart had not seen his daughter since her mother's death, as she had been near four years at Calais. He spoke of her seldom; but his thoughts often dwelt with rapture on the idea of once more folding his treasure to his heart, and retracing in her growing fea­tures the resemblance of his lost and lamented wife! Alas! what were the sensations he ex­perienced [Page 28] at the perusal of her fatal letter! It was a deep stub to his wounded mind, and it became necessary for him to call religion and reason to his aid, to prevent him from immedi­ately sinking under the weight of it.

All that friendship could suggest—all that the most tender sympathy could invent, were on this trying occasion warmly exerted by the amiable Glencairn towards his unhappy friend. He urged the possibility of Miss Stuart's being too easily alarmed about herself; that the me­lancholy inseparable from a monastic life had probably induced her to give way to ideas which [...] their principle origin from her seclusi­on;—that the most effectual means to be em­ployed towards promoting her recovery, were to amuse her mind; which had scarcely began to unfold itself, ere the event of her mother's death, and her father's subsequent correspon­dence, stamped an impression on it, that time, and a more suitable way of life, would be (in his opinion) alone capable to efface.

The voice of consolation insensibly gained upon the Colonel; his misfortunes grew ligh­ter as he listened to the advice of his friend; his heart in a few hours recovered in some measure its former serenity; and instead of wasting time in deploring the evil that threat­ened him, he endeavoured to avert it by hast­ening to join and cherish her, who, since the death of his wife, seemed doubly entitled to his care and protection.

CHAP. VIII.

NOTHING material occurred during their journey to Calais; but Glencairn, to whom every object was new, was surprised at the different scenes that presented themselves. Often, however, did his imagination retrace the image of Lady Jane Martindale; she was the first woman he had ever beheld with emo­tion, and her expressive looks had taught him to believe that he was not indifferent to her. He lamented both the cause and its effect, that had, by preventing their continuing in Lon­don, deprived him of being presented at the Duchess of G—'s, where he could ob­tain the only chance of the Colonel's hearing of, or seeing Mr. Martindale. But these reflec­tions he was obliged to conceal; they remain­ed with his secret buried in his heart- and he was under too many obligations to the Colonel not to endeavour (at least) to suppress them.

When they landed at Calais, and had reach­ed Monsiur Dessin's hotel there, Colonel Stu­art found himself fatigued and agitated by his journey. He requested Glencairn to go immediately to the convent, with a note from him to the superior, desiring her to send Miss Stuart, with the bearer, his friend. Glen­cairn had formerly seen her; but it was dur­ing [Page 30] those days of infancy on either side, that had left but few traces behind them. He de­livered his letter at the gate of the convent, and was conducted to the parlour, on one side of which, was a large grate; and on the other side, a curtain that was drawn. In a few minutes it was removed, and pre­sented to his view a form that nature had tak­en pride in adorning.

Miss Stuart (for it was herself) was the most finished picture of human perfection. She raised her blue eyes as he addressed her, and politely requesting him to wait a few minutes, disappeared to put herself in readiness to ac­company him.

She soon rejoined him in the parlour, and they proceeded on foot to the hotel. She ac­cepted his arm, and he perceived with ex­treme sorrow that she had scarcely sufficient strength to proceed. Yet she did not once complain, but passed the short time in making a thousand tender enquiries about her father.

The meeting between them was highly af­fecting; they were equally sensible of the changes each other's looks had experienced, yet neither dared to acknowledge that they perceived any alteration. It was but too evi­dent that Miss Stuart was in the early stage of a consumption, which appeared to be fast hast­ening this beauteous blossom to a premature decay. It was soon determined that she should immediately leave the convent; that the next morning her expences should be paid there; [Page 31] and her clothes taken away; and that they should allow themselves a few days repose at Calais, before they fixed on any plan their inclinations might for the present lead them to pursue.

Miss Stuart had contracted an intimacy in the convent with a Miss Beaumont, a young lady of French extraction, and somewhat old­er than herself. The very slender fortune she was to inherit, had induced her parents to per­suade her to take the veil, to which she was perfectly reconciled. Having lived in the con­vent since she was six years old, she had not a wish to see the world, but had partly resolved to enter on her noviciate the following year.

Miss Stuart called there the next morning, and took leave of her friend. They agreed to correspond during the remainder of their lives, and that no interesting circumstance should oc­cur to the one, with which the other should not become acquainted.

Our travellers had been near a week at Calais, and Colonel Stuart thought it time to fix their departure. But whither were they to go? He wished, for his own gratification, to return home; but he thought it would be, at that time, a wrong measure to adopt on his daughter's account. For this he had a double motive: Winter was setting in, and he na­turally conceived that the keen blasts of the North would have too powerful an influence over her delicate and affected frame. He feared [Page 32] also, from the exquisite sensibility he preceived her to possess, that she might receive a fatal blow to her peace, when, on her return to her first home, every object which appeared there would remind her of its lost ornament, her mother!—The Colonel had, since her death, found a melancholy pleasure in arrang­ing every thing at Allan-Bank for her reception. All that had belonged to Mrs. Suart, he had collected carefully for her daughter; but he had no idea of the faded form he was to meet; he had seen her a healthy, though delicate girl; and he naturally expected to find in her im­proved understanding, and formerly lively dis­position, the companion best suited to sooth the anguish of his mind, whenever he reflected on the virtues of that incomparable wife of which the grave had robbed him!

In the evening, when Miss Stuart had retired to her appartment, the Colonel rang for ano-bottle of Monsieur Dessin's best Burgundy, and imparted to Glencairn his reflections of the day. He observed, that having nothing to consult but their respective inclinations, he had en­tertained an idea of their traveling South; that he thought his beloved Mary's health required change of air, and he conceived it possible THAT of Italy might restore it. She would also derive many advantages from such a TOUR, that were not to be met with in Scotland. It would afford her a fine-opportunity of improv­ing herself in music, of which she was passion­ately fond; and she would by travelling gain a sufficient knowledge of the world, to conquer [Page 33] that awkward bashfulness, which gave her a childish air of simplicity, and which it would be necessary for her to overcome before she pre­sided at his house, of which, alas! she was now become sole mistress. Glencairn could not with any propriety appear to disapprove this scheme, and nothing remained but to ob­tain Miss Stuart's approbation (of which they could have no doubt); and that obtained, they resolved to quit Calais, and pass through Pro­vence to Nice.

Miss Stuart was, as they expected, pleased with the proposal; and nothing was wanting to complete the satisfaction of the party, but a more cheerful acquiescence on the part of Glen­cairn, who vainly endeavoured to forget his predilection for Lady Jane Martindale. He experienced an inquietude hitherto unknown to him, when he reflected on the impossibility there now was of his communicating to her his sentiments, and the knowledge of his situation. He dared not hazard writing to her by the post; and though the sailors had told him Mrs. Drapery's name, his respect and delicacy forbade his addressing himself to her. He was forced therefore for the present to relinquish all hope of seeing, hearing of, or writing to her; and he felt the force of Rochefoucault's just ob­servation, that ‘Absence lessens small passions, and encreases great ones.’ For he never loved Lady Jane so PASSION­ATELY [Page 34] as at this moment, while he despaired of ever seeing her more.

CHAP IX.

THE next day was employed in preparati­ons for their departure; and on the en­suing morning they began their journey in a berline the Colonel had purchaced of Monsieur Dessin. They were attended only by a French servant who had travelled all his life, spoke a little English, and whom Dessin had recom­mended.

I shall pass over every natural incident that occurred to them, and observe only that they reached Nice soon after the time they had calcu­lated to do so; when, after passing a few days at the hotel, they hired by the month an ele­gant villa in its environs.

The Colonel had procured letters of credit on the English banker there, and they were all alike charmed with their new situation. Their servant Louis had been there frequently, and was become their Proveditore-Generale. Miss Stuart hired a maid for herself, by name Josephine, which, with an Italian cook, com­pleated their family.

Colonel Stuart was an independent, though [Page 35] not a rich man. His income had never been involved, and it produced him from five to six hundred pounds a year. He had no one to pro­vide for but his daughter.

With his protégé Glencairn it was otherwise, He was an orphan, without a friend in the world but the Colonel, who (having been ma­ny years intimate with his deceased father, dis­tantly related to Mrs. Stuart, and who was a younger brother of high birth, whose fortune perished with his life) had adopted this child of love, and promised never to desert him. He adhered to his word, and was sufficiently pre­possessed in favour of his young ward, to WISH that a future attachment might take place be­tween him and his daughter, that his fortune might by their marriage equally devolve on both. With this view, he had spared no pains to cultivate the mind of the young Edward, who repaid his tender care with all that filial duty and sincere affection could bestow.

It was with this young couple, as with all our untravelled islanders, whose extent of E­uropean knowledge carries them no father than the boundaries of England; every object be­yond Dover becoming a matter of wonder. Thus it was with our North Britons. Miss Stuart and Glencairn were lost in astonishment at every new scene which presented itself to their view, and they seemed to fancy themselves in­habitants of another world. They were left almost entirely to themselves; for Colonel Stu­art was a man of such strict honour, and had [Page 36] withal so much family-pride, that he believed it impossible they should derogate from either: his only apprehension was, that neither possess­ed sufficient confidence to explain those mutual sentiments which he thought must be insepara­ble from both. In this opinion he was not al­together mistaken. Their time passed away in innocent delight; and Miss Stuart's health be­ginning visibly to mend, they amused them­selves in visiting every curiosity, with which the charming country they were now become inhabitants of, abounded.

To the vicinity of Nice, innumerable were the picturesque scenes which met their ravish­ed eyes. How beautiful do the maritime Alps appear, as they rise from the ocean! from whence ascending by gentle degrees, they form a superb amphitheatre, bounded by Mount­albano, projecting into the sea, and over hang­ing the town. On the other side, where pro­spects less stupendous allure the eye, how charming do the richly cultivated plains ap­pear, while they present to the view the vines, the citrons, the oranges, the bergamots, and every luxury which Earth can furnish to her inhabitants!—The gardens, which are during the winter months equally profuse of the sweetest flowers, convinced them, that in that terrestrial paradise the Lord of all had been peculiarly bounteous, and that to be happy it was necessary only to forget every disappoint­ment that had hitherto awaited them in this sublunary world.

[Page 37]But how vain is every endeavour to com­mand the feelings of the human heart!—They rise superior to controul, and if they reign at all, they reign with tyranny. Glencairn must have been more than mortal, less than man, could he have resided under the same roof with the all fascinating Mary, without feeling the power of her improving charms. He was not blind to them, but often in secre­cy lamented his way ward destiny, which seem­ed determined in spite of every opposition to separate them through life. An idea, prior to his seeing Mary, had taken full possession of him. He had beheld Lady Jane Martindale, and his heart had vowed to her everlasting love. He even cherished the certainty of her husband's not being IMMORTAL; and he con­ceived it possible for a time to arrive, nay, he even believd it to be not far distant, when he might return to England, and claim her as his own.

How visionary is every scheme of future bliss, and how precarious are the wishes of man!—He builds his hope on a shadow; and scarcely has he time to admire the fabric his imagination has raised, ere it vanishes, and his dream of happiness at once disappears!

CHAP. X.

WE will now return to Ledstone, where nothing material occured during the summer and autumn months, more than has been mentioned. Lady Jane and Mr. Mar­tindale lived peaceably together, seldom con­tradicting each other, but particularly agree­ing on one point, that of looking forward with pleasure to the destined time of their re­turn to London. Lady Jane sometimes, in­deed, recollected Glencairn; but those emoti­ons she had experienced at first seeing him, had subsided into a languid indifference, and her thoughts became every day more devoted to the idea of the pleasures she should enjoy in the gay metropolis. She did not however ne­glect at times visiting her favourite spot; but it was now winter, and the coldness of the weather prevented her sitting there as former­ly, watching the bosom of the deep.

She was one morning returning from it, and near the house, when she perceived Mr. Martindale coming towards her with a letter in his hand. His countenance bore the visible marks of discontent. He took her arm within his; and slightly observing that he had some­thing unpleasant to communicate, but without mentioning of what nature, they proceeded to the library, where, without hisitation▪ he [Page 39] read to her the letter. It was from his father. It first contained a few vague enquiries after them, and then informed them, that being at length tired of a single life, he had resolved to marry a second time. He had partly, he said, fixed his choice. The Lady (he observed) was not of a distinguished family, neither did she possess a brilliant fortune; but she had ma­ny good qualities, and he had no doubt of the approbation she would meet with from his son and daughter, to whom he hoped in a few months to introduce her as his wife. He nei­ther mentioned her name, her age, nor her person; and of these, various were the opini­ons they entertained. Mr. Martindale highly respected his father, and dreaded seeing him the dupe of what he naturally supposed to be (from the caution observed in the letter) an indiscreet engagement. Another motive too, and in some breasts it would have been a more powerful one than it was in that of Mr. Mar­tindale, was self-interest. The old gentleman had, on the death of his wife, settled all his landed property on his son; but he had a great deal of ready money; five thousand pounds of which he had given him on his marriage, be­sides his mother's jointure of two thousand pounds a year, which was, in case of Lady Jane's surviving him, to be her portion for life. He had been indeed particularly liberal on that occasion, having presented Lady Jane with the late Mrs. Martindale's jewels, which were of considerable value, and he had pur­chased every thing for them, such as equipa­ges, plate, &c.

[Page 40]It was impossible they could foresee with pleasure an union which would divide, if it did not wholly alienate, the affections of Mr. Mar­tindale from his family. After they had con­sulted together for some time on the subject, they agreed to set out for London with all convenient expedition. Mr. Martindale an­swered his father's letter, but in terms almost as equivocal as his own. He expressed some surprise at the half confidence reposed in him, and concluded by wishing him every happiness in whatever situation he might hereafter find [...]; but he did not give the most distant hint of his intention of going to town, which was in hopes, if it were not already too late, to frustrate the old gentleman's present intenti­ons.

As they had no house there, they were on their arrival obliged to put up at an hotel; and had on that account left all their servants, ex­cepting Mrs. Drapery and the butler, at Led­stone. They had not been there many minu­tes, before Mr. Martindale sent for a hackney­coach, and went to his father's house in the city. But how great was his astonishment, when, on knocking at the door, a footman in an unknown livery appeared at it, and inform­med him, that the house was now in possession of another family; Mr. Martindale having been married about a month, and that he resi­ded in Devonshire Place!

Mr. Martindale smothered as much as possi­ble his indignation and surprise. He directed [Page 41] the coachman to return to the hotel, and gave himself up to his reflections in this first instance of duplicity on his father; for it was evident to him, that he was actually married at the time he wrote to him; and that the ceremony must have been performed in a very private manner, not a single news-paper having announced it.

When he returned to Lady Jane, and in­formed her what had passed, he had the satis­faction to find that her feelings were perfectly congenial with his own: she persuaded him to wait till the next day for farther intelligence; and amidst a thousand conjectures—apprehensi­ons—and uncertainties—they passed the even­ing, and retired early to rest.

CHAP. XI.

MR. James Martindale, at a seasonable hour, dispatched his own servant with a dutiful, yet cool billet of congratulation to his father, requesting to know at what, hour he might be premitted to wait on him.

Though it was but just two o'clock when the valet was sent on his errand, he found the crowd of servants and carriages so great at Mr. Martindale's door, that it had more the appear­ance [Page 42] of the Exhibition at Somerset-House, than of belonding to a citizen.

It was some minutes before he could prevail on one of the footmen to carry up the note he was intrusted with. After waiting a considera­ble time for an answer, a verbal one was brought him by another powdered coxcomb, which was simply Mr. Martindale's compli­ments, and that he would call at the hotel within an hour. Lady Jane was standing at one of the windows of it about four o'clock, when a sumptuous vis-a-vis stopped at the door. Mr. Martindale was sitting by the fire-side, reading a new pamphlet, when Lady Jane's precipitate exclamation, of "Good "God! this cannot be your father!" instantly drew him towards her. They thought they recog­nized his features, though disguised under a small wig, made to look like his own hair; which gave so great an alteration to his coun­tenance, that it was impossible for them at the first moment to ascertain whether or no it was really him they saw. They were however soon convinced, as he hobbled out of his carri­age supported by two servants in yellow and silver liveries: the plain blue and buff, which had been the family standard of many years, was to all appearance discarded, with the brown bob of former and more respectable days.

Mr. Martindale received the congratulations of his son and daughter with much seeming plea­sure; and apologized with rather a disconcert­ed air for the secrecy he had observed towards [Page 43] them; alledging as his reason for it, the ap­prehensions he had entertained for their disap­proveing his marriage; to which however he was very certain no reasonable objection could be stated, unless it was that of a disparity of years; Mrs. Martindale being extreamly young, and extreamly handsome. He was commissioned by her, he said, to say a thousand kind things to them both; and to assure them of her regret at finding herself engaged not only for that day, but for the succeeding one; but she hoped they would not refuse her the favour of their company to supper that night at twelve, after the opera, where she was going. To this they assented, more from curiosity than inclination, and the old bridegroom took his leave.

Mr. Martindale, in going down the stair­case with his father, enquired the former name of his mother-in-law; but received a very laconic answer, that it was Harvey; of a fami­ly of the North of England, with which he could not possibly be acquainted.

He returned, and sat down in sullen silence; but Lady Jane laughed. She had no envy in her composition, and was prepared to admire the superior beauties of Mrs. Martindale, with­out a wish to outvie them, or to find them any way inferior to the old gentleman's dis­cription.

At the appointed hour they went to De­vonshire-Place. Mrs. Martindale was but just [Page 44] returned home, having lounged, she said, long­er than she intended in the saloon of the opera-house.

If her visitors were struck with the beauty of her person (than which nothing could be more captivating), they were not less so with the dazzling splendour of her dress, A rich gold muslin, made into a Circassian robe, with a turban of white crape, ornamented with a profusion of diamonds, gave her the appear­ance of an eastern princess; but there was an air of levity in her manner, that instantly caught the attention of young Mr. Martindale; who had scarcely beheld her, ere his heart formed a wish that no violent intimacy might in future take place between her and his wife.

The more he saw of this youthful bride (whose appearance did not bespeak her age to be more than seventeen), the less he liked her; and while he drew her into a conversation, in which he perceived that her ignorance and self-sufficiency were predominant, he pleased himself on the comparison he could not avoid making between her, and the less beautiful, but more lovely and unadorned Lady Jane; who having, since the small portion of know­ledge she had obtained of her heart, lost a con­siderable share of that pride which had ever been her greatest foible, was become infinitely more interesting to society, and more amiable in the eyes of her husband. In HER was blend­ed all that increasing sensibility could bestow on an intelligent mind. Polite without flatte­ry, [Page 45] she every day gained on the esteem of those who knew her. Mrs. Martindale, by endea­vouring to appear the woman of fashion, for which she was never intended, was at times e­ven vulgar; and her obscure origin was not counterbalanced by the graces of her mind. Nature had been, it is true, profusely lavish on her person; but her disposition was avaricious and mean. She disliked Lady Jane's superior birth, but she had cunning to dissemble; and endeavoured to flatter her into a belief, that she had never seen any woman with whom she so much longed to cultivate a friendship, as herself.

We will now take leave of this family party for the night; they parted, not without a vo­luntary offer from Mrs, Martindale to break off all acquaintance with those of her society whom Lady Jane might not approve. I will next inform my readers who was Mrs. Martin­dale; which, together with the little sketch I have drawn of her disposition, will in some measure enable them to account for the tenor of her future conduct; at least, if they think as I do, that a low mind never attains any degree of excellence, however the person may be ex­alted. The heart when good is incorruptible, however the mind may be overuled by the force of custom and of example: but when both these are bad, the stain is indelible, and can never be expunged.

CHAP. XII.

MRS. Martindale was one of the many children of a respectable tradesman in Newcastle, and on a visit to her elder sister, married to a corn-factor in the city, when Mr. Martindale first saw her. He soon became en­amoured; for his heart was not sufficiently fro­zen by age to be able to withstand the reno­vating [...] of youth and beauty. The idea, however, of marrying her, or any other woman, did not once occur to him. The sister, who was artful and designing, perceived his inclinations, and determined to turn his weak­ness to the advantage of her family. She invit­ed, or rather forced him into all their parties; and finding, after a few weeks, that he did not make any overtures towards her sister's esta­blishment, she told him with much apparent concern, that she found her sister's character had suffered materially from his constant atten­dance on her; that she had lost by it a very eli­gible marriage; the gentleman (who was a young officer) having withdrawn his addresses in consequence of it, and that it was become necessary for him to disclose his intentions, of whatever nature they might be.

This was a trial for which the old gentleman [Page 47] was not prepared. He hesitated, as undeter­mined what to answer; till on being told that there was no alternative between his marrying Miss Harvey, or seeing her no more, he was weak enough to wipe the tears from his eyes, and in half-broken sentences, extorted by FEAR, as well as LOVE, he promised to offer her his hand. In less than half an hour he had con­sented to fall into the snare that was laid for him. The family desired the engagement might be kept secret, in order to avoid, they said, the ill-natured sarcasms and reflections the world would cast upon his age: but the truth was, they dreaded the advice of [...] his REAL FRIENDS, and hurried him into [...] of hasty marriage, without allowing him [...] to consider what he had to expect [...] consequences.

Having been thus prevailed on without dif­ficulty, he thought of nothing but his intended bride. He was profuse in his presents to her; and on her mentioning; that she thought the ci­ty air inimical to her health, he dispatched an agent, of her sister's recommending, in pursuit of a house at the west end of the town. This trusty and well-chosen ambassador made choice of the one in Devonshire-Place▪ and so exactly did he answer the confidence reposed in him, that he actually made, in Mr. Martindale's name, an agreement for the purchase of it; so that no farther trouble was imposed on the old gentleman, than to sign the bonds which were two days afterwards put into his hands. It is true that he ONCE accompanied the ladies to [Page 48] look at it; but was there a fault that he could possibly find with a house fit for the reception of any nobleman's family? Could any house be too good for Miss Harvey? Could any ex­penditure that lay within the compass of Mr. Martindale's drafts, be extravagant?

The furniture of his house in the city was to be the next consideration. There was not e­nough of it, neither was it sufficiently modern to be transplanted into Devonshire Place. The most fashionable upholsterer in town was there­fore immediately applied to, and directed to change it [...] his fancy directed. He was to be allowed one thousand pounds, over and above the value of what he took from the city; and of which he, as the most fashionable, and con­sequently the most conscientious tradesman, was to be sole appraiser. That furniture was not, as I observed, suited to the present taste, but it was costly in the extreme; and was e­qually good, though not equally ornamental, in the inferior as in the best apartments. The late Mrs. Martindale's dressing-room was fitted up in the most expensive manner; innumera­ble were the rich ornaments it contained; the beautiful inlaid and Indian cabinets, the tall mandarians, and fine China jars, were not the most remarkable. The boxes belonging to her toilette were, like those of the rich, but nar­row-minded Lady S—, of silver inlaid with rubies; the bird-cages were of silver wire, and every article displayed grandeur, if not (according to modern ideas elegance. Some of these Miss Harvey wished to preserve; till a [Page 49] gentle hint from her sister reminded her, that as they had been the property of the late Mrs. Martindale, who had doubtless set a value on them beyond their intrinsic worth, it was pro­bable that, if they were in her possession, her son might wish to obtain them for Lady Jane to keep in remembrance of her. Nothing therefore was to be given into his hands, but a large portrait of his mother, with which he was to be favoured on his return to town; Miss Harvey MODESTLY observing, that, conscious of her own unworthiness, she should fear a ri­val in that picture whenever Mr. Martindale looked at it, as he would naturally draw a com­parison between his two wives, which could not fail to be an unfortunate one to herself.

The house was soon ready; the jewels, wed­ding clothes, and equipages, soon bought; and nothing remained but to fix the happy day, which soon arrived. But the one previous to It was marked by a little event, which it may not be unnecessary to mention in the next chap­ter.

CHAP XIII.

ON the morning preceding the day that was to make Mr. Martindale the happi­est or most miserable of men, he perceived that an unusual gloom overspread the fine coun­tenance of his destined bride. He pressed her hand to his lips, and entreated to be informed of the cause. She burst into tears, and sud­denly withdrew, leaving him and her sister together.

From HER, he anxiously prayed to know the meaning of so sudden, so alarming a chan­ge; tenderly enquiring if he had left any thing undone by which it was possible for him to prove still farther the extent of his affection. The emotion too visible on every feature of his face, and the eagerness with which he conjured her to explain in what he had offend­ed, forced at length, from this TENDER rela­tion, the avowal of a conversation her sister had held with her; which amounted to no­thing nore than a childish idea that had en­tered her head; a kind of fear, that if she was wretched enough to survive Mr. Martindale, his son, unmindful of his father's tenderness might divert her of all his goodness had lavish­ed on her. He might possibly in the end turn her out of her house, and take possession of it, [Page 51] as his heir. It was not (she was very sure) from any mercenary motive that her sister had encouraged this thought; it was that of a young girl fund of magnificence as a child of a new toy, and like that, fearful of loosing it. This was a sufficient hint for the too generous and too credulous Mr. Martindale; he sent immedi­ately for his attorney; and gave him instructi­ons to draw up a marriage settlement, by which he gave her the house in Devonshire Place, with all its appendages; together with all the ready money he should die possessed of, stocks, dividends, &c. &c. &c. allotting only one thousand pounds of it as a legacy to Mr. Mar­tindale, or Lady Jane if she survived him; his landed property having been, as I before said, already settled on his son.

In a few hours all was signed, sealed, and delivered; and he expressed his gratitude at be­ing told how to remove the imaginary grief that had for a moment been suffered to prey on HER, to whose happiness he was determined to devote the remainder of his existence.

The next morning the sun shone resplendent on the nuptials of Mr. Martindale. They were so­lemnized as agreed on in a private manner; and in the evening he conducted his bride to HER OWN house in Devonshire Place.

They had been there about a month, when Lady Jane and Mr. Martindale arrived in town. Mrs. Martindale had already formed the ac­quaintance of almost every fashionable family [Page 52] there. For, as I have read in scripture, Wherever the honey is, there will the flies be also, so is an open house, a sumptuous equi­page, and all the other appendages of wealth, the sure passport to an intimacy with the whole world. Innate virtue is no recommen­dation; nor is any other requisite necessary to support the appearance of it, than the acquiesc­ence of a husband to the conduct of his wife. However his delicacy may be wounded—how­ever his feelings may be hurt by her failings— let him but continue to live with her in a rou­tine of extravagant dissipation, and the feeble voice of slander will be drowned in the loud plaudits of the world. But, if HE forsakes her, though she be "as chaste as ice, as pure as snow," she shall not escape the torrent of cal­umny, which will inevitably overwhelm her reputation. A woman's fame depends less on her own character, than it does on that of her husband. If he discards her, the world will also, without enquiring why he has done so.— She will look for friends, but she will never find them. The gay companions of youthful plea­sures will shrink from distress, as from a pesti­lence; and she will woefully experience, that the fine day, Flattery, will not stay to assist the weary in a cloudy night. Alas! HER day will soon set in darkness—her breaking heart will be overwhelmed by the storms of adversity, until in some obscure corner of the earth she dies unknown—unpitied—and unlamented!

CHAP. XIV

MRS. Martindale soon gained a complete ascendancy over her doting husband, which was strengthened by her apparent attach­ment to Lady Jane, who continued to be so great a favourite with him, that her sanction seemed necessary to every thing she undertook. She had art enough to twist herself round the heart of that lady, who reposed in her an unlimited confidence, and they became inse­parable. They met with universal admiration; but their manners were so different, that the admirer of the one was seldom that of the o­ther. Mrs. Martindale's beauty and levity attracted the notice of all the gay men, while Lady Jane's increasing sensibility gave her an air of froideur, that forbade them every hope-of encouragement.

Mr. Martindale, senior, though extrava­gant in the gratification of his wife's plea­sures, was not wholly unmindful of his son's interests. He purchased a small house for him in Argyle Street, to which he was prompted by his wife

Lady Jane believed her to be only the art­less, giddy girl she appeared. Little did she [Page 54] suspect the snake she was fostering in her bo­som, which waited only with envenomed ran­cour to sting her beyond the reach of human remedies.

Among the crowd of fluctuating admirers that paid their devotions at the shrine of beauty, Lord Darnley was the most conspicuous for his attentions to Mrs. Martindale. He was lately married to a very young lady, whose large fortune had been in part appropriated to the payment of his lordship's early debts. He was fond of his wife, yet not sufficiently so to lay any embargo on his inclinations whenever they led him to indulge a momentary caprice.

He considered Mrs. Martindale an easy con­quest, which, when once obtained, would be soon forgotten. With this view he laid close siege to her at every public place she frequent­ed; nor did she give his lordship any reason to doubt the success of his enterprise. Vanity was her ruling passion, and to that she was e­ver ready to sacrifice every moral considerati­on. Lady Jane either did not, or would not perceive this growing intimacy; she conceived Mrs. Martindale's levity to be her best security against any attachment of the heart, and she felt no alarms on her account.

Lord Darnley was rather an elegant than a handsome man. Perfectly versed in every les­son of LOVE, he had seldom met with a denial where he had once taken the pains to ingra­tiate himself. He was at this time busily em­ployed [Page 55] in raising a regiment of light dragoons for the service of his country; and a desire of rendering himself conspicuous according with his notions of patriotism, he spared no expence to complete it. Seldom a day passed in which his emissaries did not inveigle new victims to satiate the rapacious thirst of ruthless war! His lordship, equally a candidate for the fields of Mars and of Venus, divided his time between both. His morning hours were devoted to the misery and ruin of many poor and worthy fa­milies; his evening ones to the more pleasing amusement of endeavouring to seduce the af­fections of any woman, to whom he might wish for the moment to render himself agreeable. Not that I mean to infer, that Lord Darnley was a bad man, he was only a fashionable one. Nursed in the lap of luxury by a most indulgent mother, his earliest wishes had not been left un­gratified. He had been returned from the continent about two years, where his extrava­gance was so unbounded, that it became necess­ary to recall him; and he had been married, one year, to the amiable lady before mention­ed.

Mrs. Martindale was elated by Lord Darn­ley's attention to her. Her eyes sought him every where, and he perceived it; nor was it long before an opportunity offered, that, in making him master of her person, banished the slender impression she had made on his mind. He met with little or no resistance when he hinted at a private assignation; which being fixed, and effected at the house of her conve­nient, [Page 56] milliner, passed without suspicion a­mong her attendants.

Lord Darnley was no sooner a happy lover, than he was a satiated one. He had never seen any woman but Lady Darnley for whom he had conceived a sentiment beyond that of momentary passion; and had she not been his wife, it is most probable that in her alone, all his inclinations would have centered; but how strange is, it that every thing loses a por­tion of its value from the moment we have an indisputeable claim on it! The virtuous Lady Darnley, who had not a particle of coquetry in her disposition, had married the man of her choice, [...]or had she a wish equal to that of pleasing him. We might be led to suppose from the remark I have just made (and from that only), that had he been more steady in his conduct towards her, she might have been more indifferent. She knew that he had er­rors, but she did not know the extent of them; and she fondly hoped, that her unremiting at­tention to his happiness, and constant properi­ty of conduct, would at length overcome them. She knew Lady Jane, and Mrs. Martindale, by report only; her approaching confinement, which she expected every hour, keeping her constantly at home, without other society than her mother, who was come for the first time in her life to London, for the purpose of attending her at that trying moment.

When the newspapers announced Lady Darnley's delivery, Mrs. Martindale pleased [Page 57] herself with the idea of monopolizing his lord­ship's constant attendance; and having menti­oned to her husband the polite attentions that Lady Jane and herself had received from him, signified her intention of sending him a card for the next evening she should receive company, and of introducing his lordship to his acquain­tance. To this no objection could be made, and Mrs. Martindale took an early opportunity of dispatching invitations to several of her ac­quaintance, among whom Lord Darnley was not forgotten.

Lady Jane, who had no suspicion of what had passed, and who really liked Lord Darn­ley, though she had not particularly appeared to do so, was glad of this opportunity of bring­ing Mr. James Martindale acquainted with him also; and of becoming by these means known to Lady Darnley, when her confinement should be over.

Mrs Martindale's assembly was brilliant in the extreme; for she had been very particular on that occasion, and had herself selected from her visiting-book, such names as stood foremost in the gaudy catalogue of rank.

At the appointed hour, she saw her rooms fill to her heart's satisfaction, but in vain she looked for Lord Darnley!—She grew inat­tentive to her visitors, walked successively thro' the rooms, and looked continually at her watch, which she fancied lost time. she could not account for his absence. It was on HIS ac­count [Page 58] she had that evening assembled all that was most fashionable in town, and had studied to raise her consequence by the selection of her company; yet he was the only person who did not appear. At eleven, the party began to disperse; the duchess of G—and her love­ly daughters were just taking their leave, when Lord Darnley was announced.

The sudden appearance of the sun breaking through the thick clouds of a misty morning, could not convey a more genial warmth to the dew-damp traveller, than did the sight of Lord Darnley to Mrs. Martindale; her eyes bright­ened as she led him towards Mr. Martindale, who received him with the utmost politeness. But the electrical shock of mortification instant­ly succeeded, when, in a voice scarcely arti­culate, he enquired for Lady Jane. There was an air of sorrow and confusion in his coun­tenance, that it was not possible for her to mis­construe. Mrs. Martindale had more pride than love; and with a haughty sneer turning hastily from him, she informed his lordship, that she had last seen Lady Jane at cards in the ad­joining room. He immediately went there. The party had just broke up, and she was stand­ing near the door (waiting for Mr. Martindale, who was gone to enquire for the carriage), when Lord Darnley approached her. He took her hand, with a freedom she had never ob­served in him, and in a faltering voice whisper­ed—OH LADY JANE, IN YOU I HOPE TO FIND A FRIEND!—Struck at his appearance, which indicated a sensibility of which she had [Page 59] not hitherto supposed him capable, she eagerly asked, what could have thus affected him? The tears rushed into his eyes, and he could only say "Lady Darnley"—as Mr. Martindale informed her their carriage was up. She return­ed hastily to wish Mrs. Martindale good-night; introduced Mr. James Martindale to Lord Darnley, who handed her into it, and they parted for the night.

CHAP. XV.

LORD Darnley did not return up stairs, but desiring that his servants might be called, threw himself into the carriage, and or­dered it home. His heart was affected, and for once he sacrificed the rules of politeness to its feelings. When he arrived there, he flew to Lady Darnley's apartment, without having spoken to any one; but alas! little did he ex­pect the scene that awaited him; He knocked gently at the door, fearful of disturbing her re­pose: but receiving no answer, he opened it. The curtains were all undrawn. On one side of the bed, he saw her mother grasping her hands; on the other, the nurse was chafing her temple with har shorn;—but she, alas, was gone for ever!—A moment convinced him of the fatal truth; the next that succeeded it, de­prived him of his senses.

[Page 60]It was on the ninth-day after Lady Darn­ley's delivery of her first child. Some unfa­vourable symptoms had appeared in the morn­ing, but they were not sufficiently so to alarm the physicians, or nurse, of any immediate dan­ger. Yet a fatal presentiment had taken pos­session of Lord Darnley from the first hour since her lying-in; and this was strengthened by some oblique, yet gentle hints that had been given him by the angle of purity herself; who had unfortunately stopped her cariage one morning by accident at the door of Mrs. Mar­tindale's milliner, where she bought some things, and gave a card, with orders that o­thers should be sent to her. The officious Frenchwoman told her, that she was sure she must be beholden to Lord Darnly, or Mrs. Martindale, for the honour of her ladyships custom, as she was that lady's milliner, and had frequently seen his lordship at her house.

I do not believe that this French milliner (or indeed any other milliner) could plead igno­rance in such a situation. She could not sup­pose that Lord Darnley (whose name had been mentioned to her by Mrs. Martindale) had met that lady there secretly, and in a private room, for any good purpose. No. But the discovery of the intrigue to Lady Darnley might prove in the end beneficial to her, and she was not of a nature to reflect on the delicate feelings of a woman of honour. These, were therefore to be sacrificed to her own mercenary and barbarous disposition; and she planted a thorn in the breast of that spotless lady; it fes­tered [Page 61] there, and was her companion to the grave.

Lady Darnley had a few days after the birth of her child, which was a daughter, most earn­estly implored her lord to promise her that he would never neglect this only pledge of their love. She conjured him to cherish her for her mother's sake; as she had imbibed, she said a strange idea, that her FIRST child would be al­so her LAST. She gently added (squeezing his hand, and convulsed almost with agony as she spoke), that she hoped he would in future point out to her a better example than the Mrs. Martindale whom she had never seen, but of whom she had heard MORE than she thought proper to reveal to him, till after her recovery. Lord Darnley with truth declared, that he had never been in Mrs. Martindale's house; that he had only formed a slight acquaintance with her at different public places; but he did not mention the French milliner, nor any other circumstance that could tend to corroborate their intimacy.

On the day that he received Mrs. Martin­dale's card, he was half inclined to shew it La­dy Darnley; but her weak health and spirits prevented him. Yet he had no just ground to suspect her approaching dissolution. Her phy­sicians had not, as I said, even hinted at danger and if his mind was painfully awake to the ap­prehension of it, he could impute it only to those fears which a timid superstition, and not reality, had induced him to give way to. He [Page 62] told her that he was engaged to an assembly that evening, but he did not say where; and his ac­quaintance was so numerous, that without the help of the milliner, or some of her confede­rates, Lady Darnley could not have suspected it to be at Mrs. Martindale's she however DID suspect it, and received private intelligence of that lady's house being open the same evening, and that Lord Darnley's carriage made one of the number at her door.

When the messenger who was sent to en­quire into the truth of this unwelcome news returned from executing his commission, Lady Darnley insisted on seeing him; nor could the tender entreaties of her mother prevent her from diving into the truth. Her disorder (in­separable from her situation) had that day taken a turn, and marked her death as certain; she received the information of it with all the for­titude that a mind already wasted to heaven could experience. She desired that Lord Darn­ley might be immediately sent for; and her footman, eager to obey the orders of his much-loved lady, hastened on the wings of anxiety to meet his lord. But when he reached De­vonshire Place, he heard only that he had been there for a very short time, and was returned. Lord Darnley was at home a few minutes be­fore his servant; but it was already too late for him to catch the expiring breath of his lovely, his virtuous, his already sainted wife!

His grief became unbounded; he kissed her pale lips, and invoked the God of Heaven to [Page 63] witness the integrity of his heart!—He had been guilty of errors, he felt he had, of fatal ones; but little did he imagine what would be their dreadful consequences; for, in the first paroxsyms of phrensy, he condemned himself as being the sole author of her death. He or­dered his little girl to be brought into the room, and kissed her with an enthusiastic and fervent affection. He joined her little face to that of her senseless mother; and pointed out each resembling feature. It was a solemn, an aw­ful scene; and he was at length forced out of the room; his expressions of grief becoming so violent, as to threaten with injury his own health.

Lord Darnley would not be told, nor suffer himself to reflect, that an over delicate consti­tution had soon surrendered itself to a malady, which was so powerful as to baffle every effort of art. To this was to be imputed Lady Darn­ley's early death. His feeling heart taught him first to consider his own misconduct; and he alternately upbraided his child, and himself, as the authors of their irreparable loss.

CHAP. XVI.

MRS. Martindale seldom or ever took up a newspaper; and a cold (of which she made the most) had confined her for some days at home; during which she did not see Lady Jane, who was gone to pass a week at Oxford, on a visit to one of Mr. Martindale's brother collegians.

On the evening of their return, they went to Devonshire Place, and staid supper. Mrs. Martindale appointed two o'clock the next day to call on Lady Jane, as they were to go to­gether to bespeak dresses for the ensuing mas­querade.

When Mrs. Martindale arrived in Argyle Street, she found Lady Jane in tears; who told her that Mr. Martindale was just gone out to enquire into the truth of a para­graph they had observed in The World, which mentioned Lady Darnley's death. They did not however wait his return, but stopped into the carriage as soon as it arrived, ordering the coachman to drive slowly towards Cavendish Square; and to stop, if he saw his master. At the entrance of it, they were met by a hearse, adorned with white plumes and escutcheons, [Page 65] and followed by many coaches and weeping at­tendants. The footman's enquiries were an­swered by the name of Lady Darnley.

Lady Jane let down the fore-glass, and or­dered the coachman to return; but Mrs. Mar­tindale desired that he might first proceed to Donnelly's in Tavistock Street; having no idea, she said, of being disappointed of her mas­querade dress, because Lady Darnley (a wo­man whom she had never seen) was dead. Lady Jane endeavoured as much as possible to conceal her grief; fearing to express even a sentiment of pity, lest it should be construed in­to one of love, for a man for whom she had hitherto felt nothing more than a sisterly affect­ion: but whose present misfortune was in it­self sufficient to interest a heart possessed of less exquisite feelings than her own.

Mrs. Martindale ordered a Turkish habit. Lady Jane did not order any thing. She should be contented, she said, to appear as an humble attendant on the fair Grecian, not having at that time spirits to encounter the wit of the different characters she should meet with there.

They returned to Argyle Street, and parted at the door. Mr. Martindale was at home, expecting Lady Jane. He perceived her me­lancholy, and enquired its cause. She can­didly told him, that Lady Darnley's sudden death, and the funeral which she had met, had [...]commonly affected her. She was engaged, she said, to a party going that evening to the [Page 66] Duchess of G—'s, but she found herself unequal to it, and was going to send a card of apology. This she did, and they passed the remainder of the day in a domestic, but not a very cheerful tête-átête.

The next morning, while Mr. Martindale was out, a servant of Lord Darnley brought a note from him to Lady Jane, requesting that he might be permitted to wait on her for a few minutes, if she was alone and disengaged. His situation precluded the possibility of a denial, had she not even wished to see him. There is an undescribable pleasure attendant only on minds susceptible of fine feelings, in listening to a tale of woe, and sympathizing with the pathetic narrator. Lord Darnley, the happy and the acknowledged admirer of Mrs. Mar­tindale, had not excited in Lady Jane any alarming sensation; but Lord Darnley misera­ble, and selecting HER as a friend in his mis­fortunes, might become a dangerous compani­on.

In less than half an hour, Lord Darnley was in Argyle Street. Lady Jane gave orders that no person should be admitted, and was almost equally affected with himself. He took this opportunity to unbosom himself to her. He said, that whatever might be the sentiments of his heart towards her, he considered that in his present situation, and her own, an avowal of them would be a violation of decency [...] to themselves and to the memory of the d [...] departed, who was then only on the road [...] [Page 67] her quiet home!—But the intercourse of friend­ship was not to be prohibited, and he felt THAT of Lady Jane was necessary for the preservati­on of his existance; which he valued only for the sake of the hapless infant that had survived its mother. He then lamented in the most af­fecting manner the fatal error of a moment, that had tempted him to bestow a thought on the DISSIPATED, the UNPRINCIPLED Mrs. Martindale!—(Here Lady Jane gazed on him with astonishment.)—He hoped, he said, that her generous heart would instruct her to pardon a connection into which he had been inadver­tently drawn, at the same time that (he could not help owning it) she alone was the object of his respect and admiration; and that it would teach her to feel for a man who had NOW a claim on her pity, but who had hitherto deser­ved her utmost contempt. He then told her of the conversation he had held, with Lady Darnley, soon after her lying-in, and among the number of his confessions, the French mil­liner was not forgotten.

Lady Jane was too much confused by what she had heard, to know in what manner to re­ply to him. She had too high an opinion of his honour to doubt his word; yet she could not have supposed that Mrs. Martindale would have carried her imprudence beyond what she had conceived to be an unmeaning levity. Yet how necessary did it appear to her at this mo­ment for an entire explanation to take place, when Lord Darnley implored her pardon for having dared to surmise that she had been the [Page 68] confidante of that vile woman; who had not scrupled to declare to him, that Lady Jane had admited more than one favoured lover; but that her regard and pity for both Mr. Martin­dales had prevented her hitherto divulging what in the course of time could not fail to be publicly known.

Lady Jane could not without the most poig­nant emotion here that her fair same had been traduced; and by the woman too who should have been the first to defend it. How cruel, how desperate was her condition! for, while Lord Darnley was speaking, she recollected having observed that several of her female ac­quaintance had latterly behaved towards her with uncommon reserve▪ although no one had been friendly enough to intimate in what she had offended. But she had not suffered it at the time to make any great impression on her; as she was perfectly conscious of her innocence, and attributed it only to some trivial cause, with which she might possibly hereafter be­come acquainted.

But now she felt mortified indeed! She found that Lord Darnley had been the FIRST person prejudiced against her, and she could have wished it to be the reverse. In HIS eyes, she wanted to appear perfect She knew not how to exculpate herself from calumnies so at­rocious, nor how to convince Lord Darnley of the falsehood of her accuser. She entreated his lordship to make allowances for the agitati­on into which his discourse had thrown her, as [Page 69] an apology for the little she could at that mo­ment urge in her justification; she requested his advice how to act, and inwardly resolved, let what would be the consequence, to abide by it. She begged he would direct her how to proceed in a matter of such importance to the peace of the whole family; observing that she was too inexperienced to judge for herself; and that in consequence of the avowal he had made, she conceived him to be the only person who was able (or who indeed might be willing) to advise her.

He told her, that he saw no alternative be­tween a separation taking place among them all, or her eternal silence on the subject. He beg­ged for God's sake that she would not expose herself to farther insults and mortifications; but that she would suffer herself to be wholly advised by him, and continue to live as before: at the same time he exacted a promise from her, that she would immediately acquaint him by letter, should any now manoeuvres of Mrs. Martindale's intervene, to render the discove­ry of her treachery unavoidable.

Lady Jane promised faithfully to adhere to all he said, he then entreated her to honour his little girl sometimes with her attention. He was going he said to let his house in Cavendish Square, and to send her with her nurse to that of a gardener at Lisson-Green, near Paddington, in whose wife he could confide. She was to remain there some time, as he was going out of town the next day, to pass a few months at [Page 70] the head quarters of his regiment. He then a­rose to take his leave of Lady Jane; gave her the child's direction; and respectfully, but pre­cipitately withdrew.

Lady Jane was no sooner alone, than she gave vent to her oppressed heart. But Lord Darnley had enjoined on her the hardest task possible to a generous mind, that of dissimulati­on, and she saw herself for the first time obliged to practise it. She was compelled therefore to command her feelings, and to endeavour to compose her appearance. Her heart was to become the sole repository of those cares, which, alas! she had not a friend to divide.

When Mr. Martindale returned home, he ironically asked Lady Jane, whom she had seen?—She mentioned Lord Darnley's visit, but in her confusion omitted telling him of his request that she should sometimes see his child. He observed that her eyes were red with weep­ing; but how, he said, could it be otherwise, while she made Lord Darnley's griefs her own? She began to excuse herself; he scarcely deigned to answer her, and withdrew to his apartment.

Several weeks passed without any change taking place. Lady Jane often pondered on the extraordinary confession that had been made her; but she strictly fulfilled her promise, and buried her secret within her [...]hing breast. She even endeavoured as far as [...] possible to banish the remembrance of [...] [Page 71] even hinted to Mrs. Martindale, that she sus­pected her misconduct; and judging from the purity of her own heart, she wished, rather than she hoped, that it might be the last fa [...]ing of which she should be ever able to accuse her. She was even so generous in her sentiments as in THAT ERROR of Mrs. Martindale's to find an excuse for her cruelty towards herself. She knew that it was impossible for so young and so beautiful a woman to be fond of a husband who was old enough to be her grandfather; and she was convinced that it proceeded solely from a jealousy that had arisen in consequence of the love she bore Lord Darnley. The more she reflected on HIS advanatges, the less she won­dered at the choice Mrs. Martindale had made.

CHAP. XVII.

MR. Martindale became overbearing, and was at times even insolent to Lady Jane. She was no longer in HIS opinion the amiable Contrast to Mrs. Martindale; he conceived her virtues to diminish, and her beauties to decay. Yet he was the only one who suspected either, or who had at least dared to say so. I should indeed except Mrs. Martindale; who not only viewed her with the eye of hatred, but who also became indefatigable in her endeavours to poison the mind both of the old gentleman and his son against her. Yet she took her measures so artfully, that Lady Jane had no reason to suppose she ever held any private conversation with them about her.

They were one evening at the Duchess of G—'s, and Lady Jane was particularly struck with the appearance of a young lady, who never ceased to look at her. She enquir­ed her name, and found that it was Miss Stuart. She requested another lady to introduce them to each other, and particularly asked after the Colonel. She would have added another name to his, but her resolution forsook her. A far­ther acquaintance was mutually proposed, and accepted, and Mr. Martindale waited on Colo­nel [Page 73] Stuart, at his lodgings in Cumberland-street, the next day. But he did not condescended to inform Lady Jane at his return of what had passed there, neither did he once mention the name of Glencairn.

In a few days Lady Jane paid a morning visit to Miss Stuart, having left a card there the preceding evening. She was admitted, and found that lovely girl sitting at a frame for em­broidery. Glencairn was reading to her, and the Colonel was examining different charts which lay on the table. Lady Jane coloured. Glencairn was visibly agitated, and instantly turning to the Colonel, solicited him to walk out; to which the other assenting, they soon disappeared.

Miss Stuart, with the freedom of youth and innocence, gave Lady Jane a long account of her travels, which were, she said, pathetically ended by her witnessing the solemn scene of her friend Miss Beaumont's renunciation of this life, to pursue, according to her own ideas, the surest road to happiness in the next.

They were talking over this, and other matters, when the postman's knock announced letters; and a servant delivered one to Miss Stuart, which Lady Jane entreated her to read without ceremony. She said it was from Miss Beaumont (whose name was changed to mother Saint Etienne), congratulating herself and family on their safe return to England, and lamenting the probability that existed of [Page 74] her seeing them no more. She read it through­out; and then gave it to Lady Jane, request­ing her to peruse that charming specimen of fe­male friendship and letter-writing. In it, the following passage fixed all her attention:

Lady Jane perused this part of the letter with particular emotion; she too surely guessed that it alluded to Glencairn and herself, of which she was fully convinced when Miss Stu­art asked her What she thought of Glencairn? This question, which might not have passed for singular, had it not been accompanied with an uneasy air of constraint that denoted an over anxious curiosity, suffused Lady Jane's coun­tenance with conscious blushes, that did not escape the penetrating eyes of Miss Stuart. Each had spoken sufficiently plain to be under­stood by the other, that neither was satisfied. [Page 76] Lady Jane's silence and visible embarrassment were as expressive as could be the most eloquent language. The letter had thrown them into a state of uneasy perplexity; it had disturbed their peace, and was from that moment the subject to both of many painful reflections.

Lady Jane frequently met Glencairn; and she could not perceive without emotion, and sorrow▪ the tender langour that clouded his fine countenance; considering as she did, that his attachment to her was the sole cause of it. Her heart seemed divided between him and Lord Darnley. She was unconscious of giving the preference to either, and she indulged the pure sentiments of innocent affection for both. Mrs. Martindale was continually fabricating tales to her disadvantage; she represented Lord Darn­ley to her acquaintance as an unprincipled li­bertine, who had taken an advantage of the in­troduction she had given him in her house, and had endeavoured by hints too plain to be mis­construed, to seduce her affections from it. She sincerely wished, she said, that Lady Jane might not be deceived in the more favourable opinion she had formed of him; for she intimat­ed that her ladyship entertained a very high one. Mrs. Martindale did not openly inveigh against her, for that might have led to a conviction of the truth; but she wounded her under the mask of apparent regard; and while she flatter­ed and caressed her, she murdered her repose, and meditated her final destruction.

CHAP. XVIII.

THESE ladies continued to be as much together as formerly, and time appeared to have almost obliterated the remembrance of Lord Darnley, when a circumstance interfered-that was laudable in its cause, but most pernici­ous in its effect. Lady Jane had as I before obdserved) neglected mentioning to her husband the promise she had made him, of sometimes visiting his daughter. Her time had indeed been so much taken up with other engagements, that she had not yet found a leisure hour to at­tend to it. She however one morning felt a strong inclination to see the child; ordered the carriage, and went to Paddington. She found the little cherub looking perfectly well, and staid with it above an hour. She then desired the nurse would make Miss Darnley, and her­self, ready to accompany her; that she would take them for an airing a little farther on the road, and set them down on her return.

They had not proceeded half a mile, before they were met by Mrs. Martindale's carriage, who was in it, with her old man. They both stopped; and Mrs. Martindale, giving a sig­nificant look at her husband, observed, How extreamly odd it was, that they should meet by accident on the same road. Her eyes were in­stantly [Page 78] directed to the nurse and child; and both of them appearing in deep mourning, did not leave a doubt who they were. She propo­sed their returning in Lady Jane's coach, and sending back their own; which was complied with. Her motive for doing this, was to dis­cover where the child lived. But in that she was disappointed; Lady Jane having determin­ed at that moment to take it to Argyle-street. She therefore ordered the coachman to drive there, telling the nurse she would send them safe back in the evening.

As soon as she returned home, she sent the nurse into the Steward's room, and, taking the child in her arms, went into Mr. Martin­dale's dressing-room, and begged leave to in­troduce a stranger to his acquaintance, the infant daughter of Lord Darnley. She said this with a visible confusion, which arose in consequence of feeling herself obliged to relate the circumstance of meeting Mr. and Mrs. Martindale, without which it was possible for him to surmise that he would not have been informed of her visit. He took but little no­tice of the smileing girl, who was in the even­ing reconducted with her nurse, to the place of their destination.

CHAP. XIX.

THE gentle Miss Stuart became every day more attached to Glencairn, while Mr. Coutenay, an intimate acquaintance of her father's, was as passionately in love with her. Mr. Courtenay was a gentleman of Ireland, of considerable fortune, but descended from an obscure family, and many years older than Miss. Stuart. Yet such was the nature of Mary, that these disadvantages, had even the want of mo­ney been annexed to them, would have been no impediment to her union with him, had her father wished it, and her affections been disen­gaged. But she cherished the flatterer, Hope. She believed all that it suggested, and she real­ly thought that she should yet see the day, when Glencairn would renounce his attach­ment, of which she was no longer uncertain as to the object. Alas! the roses began once more to fade on her lavely cheek; her spirits gradually forsook her; and her father, per­ceiving both, at length tenderly questioned her. He mentioned Glencairn, and entreated to be informed of the situation of her mind, respect­ing him.

Miss Stuart's heart reposed on the bosom of this indulgent father; she acknowledged to him [Page 80] her attachment for Glencairn; but she assured him, that she possessed too much pride ever to suffer that attachment to overcome her reason. She had observed an indifference in his manner towards her, that had considerably augmented since their return to England; and she was de­termined rather to sacrifice her peace for ever, than to consent, were he even to urge it, to owe the happiness of being his, to a sentiment of pity oniy, with which she might inspire him. Glencairn's heart was, she was well assured, devoted to another. She did not wish to disavow that he alone would ever remain the object of her most servent affections; but she would never owe the gratification of indulging them to the chance that deprived him of pos­sessing that more fortunate woman, and to a sentiment that must render her acceptance of him despicable in her own eyes, and still more so in her father's.

Sentiments such as these could not fail to strengthen in Colonel Stuart, that opinion of his lovely daughter, which had hitherto fallen little short of adoration. He coincided in all she said, and gloried in the accomplishment of his wishes. For what wish could be so dear to him, as that of seeing his Mary, though struggling with strong passions, heroic enough to subdue them? He pressed her to his bosom, and assur­ed her, that he preferred her happiness to eve­ry worldly consideration; but that there was one beyond the limits of this life, which hung heavy on his mind. He alluded to the period of his own existance, which from the course of [Page 81] nature, and his own habitual complaints, was not likely to be prolonged many years. To see his Mary settled, was to ensure a happy termination of his days; to leave her without a protector, would embitter his last moments, the approach of which he wished to meet with­out a pang, as they hastened him to a re-union with her angelic mother!

As he uttered the last sentence, the tears quivered in his expressive eyes, and gently for­ced their passage down his venerable cheeks. Mary felt the weight of his argument, but could not command resolution enough to say she would accept the thrice-proffered hand of Mr. Courtenay: she conjured the Colonel never to mention the subject of their conversation to any one; and she still hoped, she said, that she might be at length enabled to eradicate from her mind those ideas which she had hitherto so rashly and so fondly entertained. But she did not tell him ALL she thought; her heart had made its election, and she knew that every en­deavour would be vain to contend against it. She inwardly determined to cherish the remem­brance of Glencairn, and, leaving the chance of their future union to himself, she in secret resolved never to enter into an engagement that might on her side impede it.

It was impossible for Glencairn to be ignor­ant of the attachment he had inspired, neither did he attempt to appear so. He deeply la­mented it, and, with a candour seldom practis­ed among elegant young men, he assured Co­lonel [Page 82] Stuart that his friendship for the lovely Mary exceeded even the bounds of brotherly love. He wished, he said, for the sake of his own peace, and he believed he might with­out vanity▪ include that of Mary also, that his heart had not been entangled in a fatal at­tachment, from whence he was never likely to derive a hope of happiness; he added, that he had too delicate a sense of honour to offer her his hand, while he had not a heart to bestow with it. Miss Stuart, he justly observed, merited the first offerings of the purest. How could he propose to make her wretched, by endeavouring to unite her to a man who had it not in his power to forget another; and for whom his love was so criminal, that at the same time he owned it to his friend, he felt a degree of remorse at least equal to it?

Colonel Stuart sincerely pitied, and endea­voured to sooth him, for he too had once felt the force of an irresistible attachment. He proposed their immediately returning to Scot­land, where time, distance from the beloved object, and the growing affections of Mary, might possibly lead him to a recovery of his reason. Alas," replied Glencairn, ‘how can I expect the countenance of your too gene­rous regard? Were I to return with you to that seat of innocence and virtue, should I not insult the feelings of your angelic daugh­ter? Sould I not carry with me there the wound that Lady Jane Martindale has made in my peace?—Yes, my dear Sir, you are entitled to my confidence, and you shall [Page 83] wholly possess it. It was she who first inspi­red me with love; to her I am determined to devote my existence; and for her sake a­lone, I will forego the happiness that flatter­ing fortune has placed within my view. I will bid an everlasting adieu to the all-fascinating Mary: I will pray to Heaven that she may fix her choice on a more fortu­nate man; and that she may forget, yes, for ever forget, the one who now reliquish­es, because he feels himself unworthy of her.’

Colonel Stuart listened with astonishment to the confession he had heard; and when he reflected that Glencairn's sole dependance was on himself, his heart was filled with the fond­est esteem for his character. Souls, he said, such as those of Glencairn and his daughter, were surely paired in heaven. Earthly vicissi­tudes might for a time seperate, but never could wholly disunite them; and his mind, sanguine as Mary's, still presaged a certainty of future felicity. But, from Glencairn, no­thing could be at present expected. When Co­lonel Stuart saw that he was bent in following his fate, he insisted, in token of their mutual friendship, as well as of the tender regard he bore to the memory of his deceased father, that he should accept from him a small annuity of one hundred pounds; and he extorted from him a promise, that should he perceive any al­teration in his sentiments respecting Lady Jane Martindale, that he would return to him as his son. To spare the delicacy of Mary, it was [Page 84] necessary to invent some plausible story; and they agreed to inform her, that unforeseen bu­siness relative to a friend in Scotland (whom they named) would detain Glencairn longer in London, than it would be convenient for the Colonel to stay there. She received the intel­ligence with less surprise than they expected, and her father signified to her his intention of returning to Allanbank the week follow­ing.

On the evening before they were to set out, they all appeared alike affected at their approch­ing separation. Glencairn knew too well his influence over the heart of Mary, not to dread that her feelings would be overpowered by it; and he mentioned as by chance to the Colonel, before her, that he hoped to join them in Scot­land within a month. While he spoke, he cast a side-look at Miss Stuart; he saw her colour change, and the tears which she vainly endea­voured to suppress. run down her cheeks. He hastily called for a candle; pretended a drowsiness he was never farther from feeling, and rose to take his leave. He kissed Miss Stuart with the most fervent affection; pressed the Colonel's hand to his heart; and a tear fell on it: he softly articulated the word fare­well—and retired to his bed-chamber, where he threw himself on the sofa, and indulged the effusions of a heart torn by anguish and despaire.

CHAP XX.

GLENCAIRN remained near an hour in this state of agonizing reflection, and was at length roused from it by hearing Colonel Stuart and his daughter retire to their apart­ments. He had been reflecting seriously on his present situation, and on every thing that had passed; but above all, on the fatherly ten­derness he had ever experienced from Colonel Stuart, and the recent proof of it; on the sin­cere affection of his lovely daughter;—on the situation of Lady Jane Martindale— a married woman!—on the dissipated course of life she led;—the cold indifference with which she ap­peared to receive his last visit;—and the hints that had been given him, which gained ground every day, and appeared to taint the purity of her character. All these considerations darted like a ray of light on his bewildered mind, and he formed the RESOLUTION to throw himself at the same moment at Colonel Stuart's feet, and to implore from him the hand of his daugh­ter. It was a sudden and a violent decision, that admitted not of reflection. He dreaded to meet with opposition from his heart, should he consult it; he was no stranger to its weekness, and he felt that it required all his fortitude to enable him to accomplish his present purpose.

[Page 86]Fired by the momentary impulse, he went to the door of Colonel Stuart's apartment, and gently knocking there, requested admission, and attention to what he had to communi­cate.

The Colonel was not in bed; he had just ri­sen from his knees, where it was his nightly custom to prostrate himself before his God, in fervent meditation. He was somewhat surpris­ed at seeing Glencairn, who had not yet begun to undress, and who, apologizing for his in­trusion, proceeded to supplicate that he might find in him the tender advocate, not the inflex­ible judge.

He then told him that the purport of his noc­turnal visit was to implore once more his farther protection and advice. He begged that he would assist him to follow his own example, and point out to him the path of rectitude which should direct him to shun the dangerous practi­ces of a world he had already reason to suppose a deceitful one. He assured him, that he had seriously pondered on the sentiments of his heart, and was convinced that on the exertions of his reason his future happiness depended. He was now determined to pursue that line of con­duct that would be most pleasing to his friend and benefactor, and was come to intreat his permission to return with him to Scotland; where he doubted not but reason would soon teach him to overcome a mad attachment, of which he had seen the folly, and was therefore resolved to subdue.

[Page 87]Colonel Stuart learned with rapture this hap­py assurance of his pupil's return to virtue; and so indulgent was this excellent man to those failings he had never known, that he would have considered himself the author of his de­struction, had he not accepted his proffered re­pentance. How many virtuous minds are de­stroyed by the want of this indulgence! and how much more laudable is it in a parent, or a friend, to draw a veil over the faults of youth, than to expose them in the face of day, and, instead of diminishing, augment them by their unkindness! What a contrast to those charac­ters in such a man as Colonel Stuart! He might be justly described as possessing a thou­sand virtues, without a single fault; or, if he HAD a fault it proceeded from the unbounded benevolence of his heart, which taught him to view mankind in general with an eye of affecti­on, of which few were deserving. But though he had experienced like others the poisonous effects of ingratitude, he had not yet learned to think ill even of those who had proved them­selves unworthy of having known him, His house, his heart, and his purse, were alike ex­tended to all; and it was fortunate for himself, and his family, that he was a stranger in the gay world, where he must have inevitably fal­len a prey to the designing. His way of life was suited to his situation and circumstances, and that life was spent in doing good.

It is no wonder, then, that Glencairn, who possessd his most tender regard should not meet with any difficulty in persuading him of the stability of his inclinations. They parted for [Page 88] the night under the most comfortable sensati­ons; the one, satisfied that he had acted up to his duty; the other, that he had saved a ge­nerous mind from perdition. Colonel Stuart fancied that he had snatched Glencairn from the edge of a precipice; and Glencairn fancied that he had subdued every blameable pro­pensity—Alas, poor human nature!

CHAP. XXI.

WHEN Miss Stuart rose in the morn­ing, she was surprized that Glencairn was to accompany them. Her heart rejoiced, as she interpreted this change in his intentions to the impossibility he found of leaving her. Their journey was a pleasant one; it was whol­ly undisturbed by care or regret, for she had left nothing in London that could tempt her to wish ever to return there. But her senssibility was painfully tried, when she first beheld Al­lanbank. The old house-keeper, who had li­ved there ever since the Colonel's marriage, welcomed her home with unfeigned joy. She conducted her towards the apartment that had been formerly her late mistress's; but when they approached the door of it, Miss Stuart gave a faint shriek, and fainted in her arms. The worthy Mrs. M'Kenzie was alarmed, but would not open the ill-closed wounds of her venerable master's heart, by making him wit­ness a scene that she knew would be only mo­mentary. She returned to the room where she had left the gentlemen, and giving an expres­sive look at Glencairn, he instantly followed her. She conducted him up stairs, where they found Miss Stuart attended by a house-maid, and beginning to recover. Glencairn flew to [Page 90] support her with the tenderest care. She rais­ed her fine eyes, first to Heaven, as if to invoke the fainted spirit of her mother, and then turn­ed them with ineffable sweetness upon him; he felt all that she would express, and his feelings were worked up to the highest pitch of grate­ful enthusiasm. He involuntarily dropped on one knee before her, and taking her hand in his, he supplicated the Almighty to strengthen him in his resolution, that he would never, ne­ver forsake her! He arose when he had ut­tered this prayer. It came from the inmost re­cesses of his heart, and had been pronounced in too awful a manner for him to retract it; neither would he have done so at that moment, for the possession of Lady Jane Martindale her­self. Miss Stuart had heard the blessed sound; it sunk from her ear to her heart; she received, and cherished it there, as an old friend whom she had been long expecting, and who was at length returned to forsake her no more.

She was now enabled to look over her apart­ment with more composure. Her piano-forte had been placed there by the Colonel's order, that she might be reconciled to the sight of it. Glencairn went to his flute, and they passed an hour in that happy harmony proceeding from the union of souls. When alone, Glencairn took the opportunity of offering his heart and hand to Mary. With what modest joy did she accept the tender assurances of both! She long­ed to rush into her father's arms, and tell him of her promised felicity; but virgin delicacy [...]d a restraint on her inclinations, and she left [Page 91] to Glencairn the blessed task of making him hap­py; for she well knew that his heart, like her own, had been long set on their union. He was not less anxious than herself to impart their conversation to the Colonel, which he did not however find an opportunity of doing, till after Miss Stuart had left them for the night.

Colonel Stuart received the declaration with an air of reserve that surprized Glencairn, and filled him with confusion. He desired that he would allow himself time to reflect seriously on the nature of the solemn engagement into which he so suddenly and so lightly appeared to wish to enter. He considered it, he said, a duty in­cumbent on him to admonish them both, and to exhort them to do nothing rashly; and how could he avoid believing that Glencairn only deceived himself in his present ideas, when little more than a week had elapsed since he had in the most ingenuous manner acknowledg­ed his inviolable attachment to Lady Jane Mar­tindale? How was he to reconcile such incon­sistencies?—He added, that he had too high an opinion of the mind he had taken pride and pleasure to adorn, to imagine for a moment that self-intrest would have the power to bias one of his actions; at the same time he owned that his daughter was in that point worthy his attention; and if he doubted his love for her, it proceeded from a fear that he did not know himself sufficiently to be able to answer for his future conduct towards her throughout life.

Glencairn endeavoured to wave these seem­ing [Page 92] objections. He could not, he said, disavow his first inclination, but he had (at least he thought he had) subdued it. They parted with a promise from the Colonel, that in the conver­sation he should have with Miss Stuart on the subject, he would not say any thing that might tend to impede their mutual happiness. In­deed the Colonel knew enough of his daughter's sentiments to be convinced, that although no­thing could alter her love for Glencairn, were he once to exert his parental authority, and forbid her to marry him, she would obey him, though at the certain expense of her happiness, and the probable one of her life.

Colonel Stuart, the next morning, when breakfast was over, requested his daughter's at­tendance in his study, where they remained a considerable time, during which Glencairn did not find his situation of suspense perfectly com­fortable. He was at length relieved from it by their appearance, and he perceived that they had both been in tears. The Colonel took a hand of each of his children (as he was wont to call them), and joining them, he with humid eyes bestowed on each his blessing. He could not say much, for his heart was full, but he desired that their marriage might take place in two months from that time; some necessary ar­rangement with respect to his fortune being in­dispensable previous to that event. Glencairn saluted the blushing Mary; they mutually embraced, and thanked the Colonel, and the day was spent as may be supposed from these virtuous minds, each deriving comfort from the happiness of the other.

[Page 93]Nothing appeared to be wanting at Allen­bank to complete the extent of human felicity. Miss Stuart became more interesting as she was more beloved; for though Glencairn was con­scious that he should not lead her to the altar with that enthusiastic passion that borders on madness, and which seldom lasts long, his e­steem for, and his opinion of her augmented daily; and Colonel Stuart's winter of life which had been hurried on by grief more than age, appeared on this occasion to be impeded in its progress by a renovating spring. They had few visitors at Allanbank; some poor Scotch lairds were their principle neighbours, who having never gone beyond the Highlands, were so ignorant and uninformed, that their society was rather courted through benevo­lence, than disclaimed through pride. It was the intention of the family to pass some of the next winter months at Edinburgh. The Colo­nel had a numerous acquaintance there in Mrs. Stuart's lifetime; but since he had lost her, and was separated from his daughter, he neglected every worldly concern. They would not, how­ever, find it difficult to meet with society, whenever they visited that charming city; for their virtues secured them friends, wherever they appeared.

CHAP. XXII.

I HAVE already observed, that the conduct of Mr. Martindale towards Lady Jane was wholly altered. A visible coolness had ta­ken place, and her ears were perpetually assail­ed by the enumeration of Mrs Martindale's vir­tues. Whatever she said, was a law both to her husband and his son, and Lady Jane's life became more insupportable, as her sensibility acquired more strength. She had latterly con­tracted an intimacy with the two Miss Field­ings, daughters to the late Admiral of that name. They had been intimates of Lady Darnley. The eldest was remarkably accom­plished; she was almost unrivalled on the harp­sicord, and seemed to possess a soul capable of the most refined sentiments. Lady Jane was very partial to this young lady, who appeared to be greatly affected by her situation. She frequently mentioned her dislike to Mrs. Mar­tindale; and though Lady Jane had strictly a­voided even hinting at her misconduct with Lord Darnley, Miss Fielding gave her rea­son to suppose that she was not ignorant of it.

It was now Lent; and Miss Fielding was ve­ry constant in her attendance at the Oratorios. [Page 95] She had one evening solicited Lady Jane's com­pany in her box at Dury-Lane, who had lat­terly seldom gone into public, but was tempted to accept the invitation, as Giornovich, whom she had never seen, was to play there. She had heard much of that charming performer, but found that report, so lavish in his praise, was yet unequal to convey a just idea of his me­rit. It was The Messiah that was performed; and at th [...] [...]d of the third part of it, that di­vine mus [...]n, with an enchanting harmony that can be equalled only in heaven, varied the plaintive lullaby in a manner so exquisitely pa­thetic, as to draw tears from the feeling heart of Lady Jane. She took out her pencil, when it was over, and wrote on the back of a letter the following extempore lines:

She had just finished the first effort of her poe­tical talent, which she intended to correct at leisure, and was conveying hastily to her pock­et, when the box door opened, and Lord Darnley made his unexpected appearance. He [Page 96] bowed with infinite grace to the Miss Field­ings, darted a contemptuous look on Mrs. Mar­tindale (who had obtruded herself on the par­ty, from a very slight invitation), and with more apparent pleasure than prudence smiled on Lady Jane, and seated himself immediately behind her. He told her, he had been in town but a few hours; that he had first visited THEIR little charge, and then called in Argyle-Street; but hearing from her serva [...] that she was gone to Drury-Lane, he had ta [...]n the li­berty to follow her there.

Mrs Martindale who was pretending to adjust her handkerchief, did not lose a word of this speech; but said, loud enough to be heard in the next box, That now one impediment was removed, on his lordship's side, she thought the other might be easily accomplished; for she was pretty sure that young Mr, Martindale would not have much objection to see his name added to the list of happy husbands in Doctors commons. This was too gross an in­sult to be patiently endured; but Lord Darn­ley, however confused, was too well-bred a man to recriminate. Lady Jane faintly asked her what she meant; and pleading the exces­sive heat of the house as an excuse for leaving the Miss Fieldings, requested Lord Darnley (who was the only gentleman in the box) to see her to her carriage, where she insisted, however reluctantly, on his taking his leave.

Mr. Martindale was already in bed, and she was obliged to defer speaking to him till morn­ing. [Page 97] Mrs. Drapery informed her, that Lord Darnley had been there, but, on finding her ladyship was out, had requested to see her wo­man. That she went to the coach door, and he asked her many questions about the state of the family; telling her, ‘That he would do handsomely by her, if she would keep his secret, which was, to tell her lady, that in consequence of letters he had received from town, which mentioned the disagreeable si­tuation into which her ladyship was thrown by the machinations of Mrs. Martindale, he was arrived, fully determined to protect her with his life.’

Oldson, the butler, had watched this inter­view; and whether jealousy of Mrs. Drapery, or some other suspicion, arose in his mind, I know not; but he insisted on her telling him all that had passed. Nay, he was so resolved on knowing it, that he even threatened Mrs. Dra­pery to retract his promise of marriage to her, if she did not immediately confess every thing to him. Any other menace Mrs. Drapery might possibly have withstood; but that of a disappointment in love was too powerful. She candidly acknowledged the confidence Lord Darnley had placed in her, but first obtained a promise from Mr. Oldson of his silence on the subject.

He wished to presuade her not to mention it to her lady; but this trusty confidante, recol­lecting Lord Darnley's offer to do honestly by her, longed for the moment when she should be at [Page 98] liberty to divulge the secret of which she had been till then in painful possession.

Lady Jane felt a glow of satisfaction rise on her cheek, as she listened to Mrs. Drapery's information. Situate as she then was, every proof of regard, even from the most indifferent person, became dear to her. The cruel and unmerited treatment she every day endured, had the same effect on her gentle mind that a stormy sea has on a mariner. Her heart panted for rest, for she saw herself environed by ene­mies where she might naturally have expected friends. She felt that matters were drawing to a crisis, that would soon determine her fu­ture fate.

The next morning she told Mr. Martindale of the insult that had been offered to her at the Oratorio. He seemed perfectly indifferent, and said she might thank herself for it: that when a married woman had once openly admitted the addresses of another man, her husband could not be blamed for discarding her. That he had no cause of complaint against Lord Darn­ley, as he conceived that he had acted only as every other gay man would do in the same si­tuation; and he finished by telling her that she was perfectly at liberty to follow Lord Darn­ley's fortunes wherever they might lead her.

That calm serenity of mind which had ever dignified the exemplary character of Lady Jane Martindale, now entirely forsook her. She [Page 99] uttered the most piercing complaints against her unfeeling husband for his injustice and cruelty towards her, and the most bitter invectives a­gainst the infamous Mrs. Martindale; and when she saw that it was impossible to persuade him of her innocence, she found it necessary to have recourse to measures the most repugnant to her feelings, and at once to declare▪ all she knew: she then entered into a minute detail of the intrigue that had been carried on between Mrs. Martindale and Lord Darnley at the French milliner's house.

Mr. Martindale rang for his hat, and went immediately to his father's, telling Lady Jane he should return presently. He did so; and his countenance was inflamed by anger, as he asked her, ‘How she dared to asperse the cha­racter of of a virtuous woman?’ She had en­deavoured, he said, to destroy that of Mrs. Martindale, because she had refused to become a partner in her vices. She was jealous, he supposed, of Mrs. Martindale's superior beauty and qualifications, and of the attention Lord Darnley had, like other men, paid her. He advised her to take up her residence with THEIR charge, at Paddington, and limited her to three days to remove her effects from his house: he excepted his mother's jewels, which he insisted on having immediately restored to him. He then rang the bell, which was an­swered by Oldson, whom he commanded in a peremptory manner no longer to consider La­dy Jane as his mistress, and to make known that such were his injunctions to all the other [Page 100] domestics. Oldson would have spoken, but was prevented by a look that forbade all possibi­lity of a reply. He then ordered a chaise and four to be immediately got in readiness from the nearest inn, and told Oldson to prepare to ac­company him.

The triumph of passion was soon over; and a tear of pity. and perhaps of remaining ten­derness (which he used every effort to sup­press), fell down his cheeks as he took hold of Lady Jane's hand: when turning his head on the other side, he bade her an eternal adieu. He threw bank notes on the table to the value of five hundred pounds, and then tore himself from her in a paroxy sin of agony that fell little short of her own.

CHAP. XXIII.

IN a moment like this, how was Lady Jane Martindale to proceed? Were I to ask a hundred people, I should receive a hundred different opinions; but Lady Jane had no time for reflection. The arrow had been aimed at her heart, and it was lodged there. She order­ed Mrs. Drapery into her presence; who, with many tears, besought her to compose her­self. She desired her to pack up in a box by themselves, all the jewels and trinkets that old Mr. Martindale and his son had once given to her, but of which she was no longer the mis­tress; and then asked as a favour, what but two hours before she had a right to command, that one of the servants might go for a hack­ney coach, that she might call at two or three places she thought necessary, while her wo­man was packing up her clothes, as she desired. She was going first to see Mrs. Martindale; for though her noble heart shrunk from the idea of supplicating her enemy, yet she thought it a duty she owed herself, to explain to that lady, as matters now stood, the necessity that had driven her to give such a painful explana­tion of every circumstance that could tend to corroborate her own innocence.

[Page 102]With swollen eyes, which she endeavoured as much as possible to conceal by her long lace veil, she stepped into the coach, and ordered it to Devonshire-Place. Alas! the servants there had not only received orders never more to ad­mit her, but were even insolent enough to ex­press before the coachman their astonishment at her calling there. She then went to Miss Fielding's and had the satisfaction to find that her friend was at home. They knew nothing more of the misintelligence than what had pass­ed at the oratorio, and entreated her to return home, and to inform them the next morning in what manner it had been settled. Lady Jane, after a short visit, returned to Argyle-Street, and found a servant of old Mr. Martin­dale's, who had brought a note from his son, and only waited for an answer to leave town. In it he desired her to send him an inventory, directed to Ledstone, of the things she had left there, which he said should be sent to her wherever she might appoint, as he was going to sell that estate. It contained also a request that she would quit Argyle-Street as soon as possible; and that she would not attempt mak­ing Mrs. Drapery the companion of her slights as it would be the means of preventing that per­son's being respectfully settled with Oldson, and he doubted Lady Jane's future ability of re­compensing her, if she attempted to prevent it.

Lady Jane possessed too much of the pride inseparable from a noble mind. to be required a third time to quit the house. She easily [Page 103] perceived that Drapery's views on Oldson su­perseded all affection for herself; and that al­though he would willingly have suffered her for the present to accompany her, yet he fear­ed his master's displeasure were she to do so.

Lady Jane desired Oldson to change for her a fifty pounds note; she gave ten to Mrs. Dra­pery more than was due to her for the trouble she had in packing up her things, which she desired her to take care of till she sent for them. Another ten she gave to Oldson to divide a­mong the servants, besides two guineas for him­self; and in a fit of wild despair, unaccompani­ed by a single attendant, and without having tasted of the dinner that the servants had as usual prepared, and placed before her, she sent for a hackney coach at ten o'clock at night, and ordered the coachman to drive her which way he pleased, till she should otherwise direct him.

CHAP. XXIV.

THE coachman proceeded on a journey he could not rightly comprehend, and at length stopped at the turnpike beyond West­minster-bridge. Lady Jane was ruminating whither she should go, when she was roused from her reverie by a demand for the toll. Her memory brought several persons to her recollection, but she dreaded to meet with a cool reception, wherever she appeared, and made known her story. Of Lord Darnley's address she was ignorant, and the lateness of the hour would alone have prevented her cal­ling on him. She desired the coachman would drive her to Lisson Green, where she found that the family was already in bed. She knock­ed repeatedly, and at length with some diffi­culty obtained admission into the nurse's bed­chamber.

She apologized for her unseasonable visit, and the mystery of its appearance, discharged the coach, and by down by the sleeping infant. But she could neither compose herself, nor let the nurse, till she had made some enquiries re­specting Lord Darnley. The answer was pro­ductive of the only satisfaction it was at that moment in her power to receive, as she found [Page 105] that he had promised to be there the next morn­ing by twelve o'clock, She soon after closed her wearied eye-lids, and sunk to momentary rest.

Lord Darnley was punctual to his appointed hour; and giving his horse to the groom, ran eagerly up staris. Nothing could equal his a­mazement at seeing Lady Jane there, pale, dishevelled, and half-drest, sitting with his child on her knee. She arose as he entered, and giving miss Darnley into the nurse's arms, de­sired she would retire with her into the garden, while she spoke to her Lord. But when she began to relate her mournful tale, she found herself wholly unable to proceed. She clasped her hands in speechless agony, and lifting up her eyes to Him who could alone support and strengthen her in the hour of affliction, she burst into tears.

When she had a little recovered herself, she explained, as well as she was able, her unde­served situation; leaving the present disposal of herself to the superior judgment of Lord Darnley, whose protection was the only one she could now claim. He took her hand, and thanking her for the confidence with which she honoured him, besought her permission to go instantly to town in order to provide for her a more suitable apartment. He left her, and in less than three hours returned in a post­chaise, in which she gladly accompanied him she knew not, nor cared not whither.

[Page 106]The temporary residence that Lord Darnley had procured for Lady Jane, was at a lodging house in Great Cumberland Street; and he took one for himself within a few doors of it, which happened to be the same that had been occupied by Colonel Stuart and his family. But this he did not know; and not choosing at once to inform Lady Jane of his being so near a neighbour, she also remained ignorant of it. Lord Darnley had called her in both houses Lady Findlater, and said she was a baronet's widow. This had been agreed on in the chaise, to prevent suspicion or enquiry. He passed se­veral hours of the day with her, and she saw no other person. His valet, who usually at­tended her, was a new one, who fortunately had not seen or heard of her before. But it was necessary to intrust the nurse, who was a decent woman, and to be depended on. She was moreover assured that she would lose her place from the moment there was the least cause to suspect that she had betrayed her Lord.

From her they soon received intelligence, that she had been several times followed by dif­ferent people whom she did not know, as she went in and out of town with Miss Darnley; in consequence of which it became necessary to remove them, and they were sent to Bromp­ton.

A fatality is frequently attendant on different situations in life, which eludes all that the most watchful vigilance can surmise to prevent it. It was so in the present incident. Not all the [Page 107] caution observed both by Lady Jane and Lord Darnley, nor the fidelity of the nurse could counteract the decree of fate. Great effects proceed frequently from trivial causes, which can be neither foreseen nor prevented.

Lord Darnley's valet perceived that there was some mystery about Lady Findlater; but being a country fellow, who knew nothing of London, and being much confined at home, he had no opportunity of talking over his Lord's affairs among his fellow-servants; and the nurse, who was rather a pretty girl, hardly conde­scended to speak to him. Lord Darnley had one morning written to Lady Jane, and in­trusted as usual the note to his servant; who thought this a good opportunity to satisfy the curiosity of their landlady, with whom he had frequently conversed on the subject. She was overjoyed at his offer, and particularly so as he requested her to give it into the lady's own hands, which was a charge he also had received from his master.

She took the note, and went directly to the door of the apartment, which was to her un­speakable astonishment, opened by Lady Jane Martindale, who was as much confused as her­self; she first suspected that it was some trick put upon her by her family, till she learned that Lord Darnley was in possession of Colonel Stuart's former lodgings in her house. She en­treated her to preserve the most inviolable se­crecy, which was faithfully promised, without any intention of performing it·

[Page 108]This slender circumstance laid a lasting foun­dation for every subsequent event of Lady Jane's life. The moment the landlady returned home, she put on her hat and cloak with all possible speed, and telling the valet she was going to market, without any farther explanation, post­ed directly to Mr. Martindale's house in Ar­gyle Street, whither she had once been on a visit to Mrs. Drapery, in company with Jo­sephine, Miss Stuart's Neapolitan maid. Mrs. Drapery was at home, and in the act of writ­ing to her dear Oldson, who was still at Led­stone with his master. As soon as she had heard ALL, she presented her visitant with a glass of her best cordial, and begged to have the HO­NOUR of her company another time, as she was just finishing an important letter, and feared being too late for the post. These two wor­thy females exchanged several polite curtesies, and parted highly satisfied with each other; the one having communicated all she knew, and the other having heard all she wished; for they were till that moment ignorant of Lady Jane's destination. Mrs. Drapery added ano­ther sheet to her already voluminous packet; and as soon as she had dispatched it, and finish­ed her dinner, she sent for every one of the servants into the houskeeper's room, to whom she related the whole of this marvellous tale.

Mrs. Drapery was now sole mistress of the house; consequently whatever she said, was the grand rule of their actions. I must indeed except a Yorkshire groom; who having sat like [Page 109] the rest open-mouthed to hear pronounced the sentence of his lady's condemnation, declared "he would go to her that very moment, and know in what he could serve her, for that she was as good a lady as ever broke bread; and he was certain that as for Yorkshire, there was never a gentleman in the whole country that would have turned such a tender-hearted lady out of doors, but that he had heard these Lon­doners would do any thing. He did not care for his master; he might hang him if he liked, and keep his wages into the bargain; but that now he knew where to find his lady, he would go and offer his service to her; ay, and stick by her, if she would let him, without a farth­ing wages, as long as he lived."

Mrs. Drapery expatiated on the resentment of an enraged master, and the destruction that would inevitably overtake him, and finally pre­vent his ever getting another place, should he persist in such a foolish scheme:—but all would not do; nothing could induce Tom to relin­quish his present purpose; and with all the blunt honesty and feeling of a TRUE YORK­SHIREMAN, he went immediately to his mas­ter's stables, where, giving up his charge of the saddle-horses to the coachman, he packed up his all in a small bundle, and without taking leave of his associates, whom his heart cursed for their cruelty, he walked with aching steps towards Great Cumberland Street.

In his way thither, he reflected for the first time of his life on what he was about. He had [Page 110] given up his place, and all the interest he had, without having any just reason to suppose that Lady Jane would befriend him. What was he to do if she refused him an asylum?—Tom had no friends in London; they were all in­habitants of Ripon; yet Tom did not repent, He already had received full compensation for any hardships he might in future undergo. He had experienced that inward joy, that inde­scribable felicity of having given way to the genuine feelings of an honest heart. He did not suppose that his lady would suffer him to want; but if she did, he should only be reduc­ed to temporary necessity, and that too in a noble cause; the cause of injured innocence. His friends were industrious, hard-working people, who would not, he was very sure, dismiss him because he did not bring them Gold. No; they had ever prayed him to remain a­mong them steady to the plough, as his fore­fathers had been; but Tom had seen laced live­ries in the neighbourhood of Ripon; and more from the generous motive of thinking he could henceforward add to the little wealth al­ready possessed by his family, than any self-in­terested principle of his own, he had set out on his perilous journey, TO SEE THE WORLD.

CHAP. XXV.

TOM was at first refused admittance; till by his sobs and tears, and his asseverati­on that he had left his place for no other reason than to wait on his lady, he prevailed on the mistress of the house to go up stairs a second time, and she consented to see him, He briefly related by what means he had discovered her residence, and begged her ladyship's pardon for his boldness in coming after her, and the mo­tive which had induced him to do so. Lady Jane thanked him for his attention, and draw­ing five guineas from her purse advised him to return to his place, or, if he did not choose that, she would recommend him, she said, to Lord Darnley, who would procure him ano­ther. Tom looked first at the money, and then wistfully at Lady Jane; for he feared to offend, as he begged to be excused taking it; and he ventured to hint, that, not seeing any servants about her, he thought she could but ill spare it; and all he implored was, that she would keep him in her service. The poor creature pleaded so powerfully, that it was im­possible she could without cruelty resist him; so ordering him to put the money in his pocket, she suffered him to enter on the pleasing task of rendering himself a faithful attendant on her.

[Page 112]Lady Jane employed the remainder of the morning in writing a long narative of facts to her father. She endeavoured to prepare him in the most delicate and pathetic manner for the knowledge of her misfortunes, and anticipated the total forgetfulness of these, in his sympa­thizing tenderness. She observed that she had only quitted an unpleasant home, to return to her native happy one; and she requested his ap­probation of her joining him immediately in Ireland. With eager expectation she told him she should wait his reply, which would in eve­thing determine her future conduct. Her hours appeared to grow lighter from the moment her letter was given to the postman, and she fol­lowed in idea its hasty progress during the night; forming a thousand pleasing conjectures on the event of its success. Lord Darnley had for the first time neglected visiting her that e­vening; but when he called the next morning, he found her more cheerful than he had hither­to seen her; and as the day was remarkably fine, he proposed their going in a hackney coach to see Miss Darnley at Brompton, and walking in one of the retired paths of its neigh­bourhood. Lord Darnley returned to dinner with her, and had been just proposing to ac­company her to Ireland as soon as she received her father's answer; telling her, that now the Martindales knew where to find them both, he doubted not but that all possible means would be tried to hasten a divorce: and he hoped to receive, as soon as it was pronounced, her hand from her father. He had never spoken so open­ly before. In those few words were compre­hended [Page 113] all she wished to hear, and she felt elat­ed at the idea of being restored to happiness. Their conversation was interrupted by the en­trance of Tom, who brought a letter that had been put into his hands by one of the servants from Argyle-street; it was addressed to Lady Jane; she knew her husband's hand on the direction, which was all he had written. In the blank cover was a letter to himself, which had been sent to Ledstone, and was from thence forwarded by him. It bore the Irish post-mark, and was sealed with black. Lady Jane saw the signature, and fainted away. Her heart fore­boded its dreadful contents; there was no need of her reading it, to be convinced of this, her greatest misfortune! Lord Darnley took it up, and found that it contained an affecting re­quest from the steward to Mr. Martindale, that he would break the news of the Earl's sudden death to Lady Jane in the tenderest manner possible- He had departed this but two hours before it was written, consequently no know­ledge codld be had of the situation in which he had left his affairs; but the steward added, that as he had reason to believe his lorstship had left Mr. Martindale sole executor, he entreated that gentleman to come with all possible haste to Dublin.

Lady Jane soon recovered from her state of insensibility; but her heart was turned to woe, and she bore this afflicting circumstance with more composure at the moment than might have been expected. She looked up to Lord Darn­ley as HER ONLY FRIEND, for where in the [Page 114] vast universe could she claim another?—He sincerely felt for and pitied her, and he promis­ed her every assistance, at this dismal junct­ure, that she could derive from his affection, his society, and advice. But she was deeply affected by her recent loss; and her grief was of the most dangerous kind, as it grew into a settled melancholy, which increased daily. She continually pondered on her situation, and at length, without consulting Lord Darnley, or even mentioning the circumstance to him, she wrote to Miss Fielding, giving her a cir­cumstantial detail of all that had passed, and entreating to see her. She gave Tom orders to wait for an answer, and he brought back her own letter, unsealed, in a blank cover. She found herself DESPISED AND REJECTED, and a constant succession of sad ideas filled her very soul. The wounded mind will, like the drown­ing man, catch at every shadow of a substance; and Lady Jane, penetrated with Lord Darn­ley's attentive friendship, insensibly attached herself to him. He could now prevail on her with less difficulty to accompany him in riding, walking, &c, till by degrees she gave herself up irrecoverably to him, and refused nothing to a man whom she with confidence considered as her future husband and natural protector.

Lady Jane and Lord Darnley were more publickly together than formerly, but still kept their respective lodgings. In less than a month after her father's death, she received a second letter from the steward, written at the desire of Mr. Martindale, who was, he informed [Page 115] her, arrived in Dublin to take possession of all that had been left her. He sent her word that, on his return to England, he would secure her a settlement adequate to the fortune he had with her; and Lord Darnley received, about the same time a citation from Doctors Com­mons.

CHAP. XXVI.

WE will now revisit with regret our friends at allanbank; I say with regret, because we left them at the summit of happi­ness, and (if we accompany them at all) we must descend with them into the valley of woe· Colonel Stuart was surprized one morning, as he was sitting in his study, by a large pack­et directed to him, which, on opening, he found to contain several sheets from an elder brother, who had been long settled at Madras; and of whom he had not received any tidings for more than twenty years, a coolness having subsisted since that time between them. The Colonel was perfectly ignorant whether he was living or dead. But as old age brings reflecti­on, and draws us naturally back to our first attachments, Mr. Stuart at last recollected that he had a brother, who he had lately heard was not only living, but was a widower, with an only daughter. He wrote rather a kind letter to the Colonel, giving a long account of him­self. He had been married, he said, twice; and had three children, none of whom survi­ved; and his last wife, who was also his last tie in that country, was lately dead. He com­plained of his age and infirmities, and acknow­ledged that he had made a considerable fortune [Page 117] in the east, which in was his intention to be­queath to his niece. He desired that the Colo­nel would either embark in the first ship destin­ed to India, or that he would send over some person, in whom he could place confidence, to attend to the settling of his affairs; he added, that in case of his dying before such a one arri­ved, he had already taked care to make a will in favour of Miss Stuart, his niece.

The Colonel exulted but little in his daugh­ter's unexpected prospect of future fortune. She had enough to make her happy, and they co­veted no more Yet it was necessary on every account to accede to her uncle's request. She might have a large family, and it was a duty incumbent on him not to neglect a circumstance that had the appearance of turning out so much to her advantage, and so far beyond their ex­pectation. To cast away a gift that was as it were thrown into their lap, would be, accor­ding to Colonel Stuart's ideas, to render themselves; unworthy the dispensations of provi­dence in their favour. The only difficulty was, to determine on who was proper to go over. It was a long perilous voyage to be undertaken by the Colonel; and he could not think of se­parating Glencairn and his daughter, at a mo­ment when they were on the point of marri­age, and when every thing seemed to smile propitious on their union.

When he met them, his countenance bore the visible marks of perturbation and anxiety; and it was some time before he could collect [Page 118] himself sufficiently to impart to them the con­tents of the letter. Glencairn and Mary watched each other's countenance while he was reading it; but when the Colonel signified his intention of first joining their hands, and then leaving them while he made the long, long voyage, Mary at once declared that she would rather relinquish every earthly advantage than suffer her father to undertake it. To her, and to Glencairn, no increase of fortune could bring increase of happiness; and why should they traverse seas to risk the loss of THAT, of which they were already in possession?

Glencairn stood in a delicate situation. His wandering heart prompted him to insist on being the deputed person, yet he feared two unkind constructions that might be put on it if he did so; and these were, indifference towards Ma­ry, and self interest. If either of them pre­ponderated, it was not surely the letter. He asked Mary what he should do?—She expect­ed, yet was not immediately prepared for the question. It was about the time when the In­diamen were to sail; and while Colonel Stuart retired to his study to write to a friend in Lon­don in order io make proper enquiries about them, Miss Stuart and Glencairn walked into the garden, where they agreed that there was no alternative between his going to India, and the loss of her uncle's favour and fortune.

When Colonel Stuart saw that it was in vain to oppose Glencairn's resolution, strengthened by the consent of Mary, he told him he should [Page 119] leave it entirely to himself, and his daughter, whether their marriage should take place before or after his return; but Miss Stuart begged to continue in her present situation till he did so. She thought she should be better able to bear his absence as her friend, than as her husband: they were already betrothed; she could not doubt his love for her; and she considered the sacrifice he was about to make, as the greatest proof that he could give of it.

The Colonel used all possible dispatch in for­warding every necessary preparation for Glen­cairn's departure; and he soon received an an­swer from the friend to whom he hnd written, who was one of the East India Directors, in­forming him that his passage was taken on board the Melville Castle, which was to sail in three weeks. The arrival of this letter caused a few pearly drops to trickle down the cheeks of Mary; but the blow was given, and it was too late to recede.

CHAP. XXVII·

WE will pass over the melancholy sepa­ration, and, leaving Colonel and Miss Stuart at Allanbank in better health than spi­rits, accompany Glencairn to London.

As he approached the gay metropolis, his mind dwelt on the idea of Lady Jane Martindale. E­very carriage that he met he fancied to contain her, and every well drest person he saw he an­xiously looked at, as supposing he could receive from them some information of her. On the morning after his arrival, he waited on the Di­rector with a letter from Colonel Stuart; but finding he was gone to Blackwall, to dine on board the Melville Castle, he ordered a post-chaise, and followed him. He was introduced by that gentleman to Captain Dundas and the other officers, and was much pleased both with his acquaintance and his birth there. He was informed that the ship was to go down the river in ten days. He returned to town with his new friend in the evening, and on their way could not forbear asking him if he was acquaint­ed with the Martindale family?—By report on­ly, was the reply; and indeed he said the late transactions of that family were not calculated to make any person wish to know more of them. [Page 121] This led to an explanation, and, when they arrived, to the perusal of a newspaper a few days old, which was at the Director's, and contained a long account of the ELOPEMENT of Lady Jane Martindale with Lord Darnley, &c. &c. &c.

Glencairn was engaged to stay supper, but retired to his hotel as soon as it was over; and finding that a porter kept watch all night, he put on a great coat, and walked immediately to Argyle Street. When he approached the house, he heard the sound of fiddles, and people danc­ing: he at once disbelieved the report, think­ing it very unlikely, if it were true, that Mr. Martindale should have a ball in his house. He was however soon convinced of his error, when he saw several odd-looking men reeling out of it, and heard them hallooing for coaches for the LADIES. He addressed himself to the most decent-looking one, who told him it was Mrs. Drapery's birth-day, and that all the no­blemen's gentleman and ladies' women of the neighbourhood were assembled to celebrate it; that Mr. Martindale was at his county seat in Cornwall, and that Lady Jane was gone off with Lord Darnley. Glencairn thanked his informer, and returned to his apartment. He had appointed a week from that day to go on board the ship, and was determined to employ the whole of it in making enquiries after her. He flattered himself that it would be in his power to "recall the wanderer home;" and should he fail in the attempt, it was still a laud­able one. He thought he saw her destitute of [Page 122] money, and of friends; and might he not sup­ply the place of both?—Yet, he again reflect­ed, was she deserving such attention from him, and o [...]ght he not to be with-held from shewing it by his sacred engagement to Mary Stuart? The gentle, the virtuous, the faithful Mary possessed but, alas! the second place in his re­gard; he was more rivetted by honour, than he was bound by love.

The next morning, the Director favoured him with a visit, and insisted on his dining with him. They talked of Colonel Stuart, and Glencairn slightly touched on his engagement with his daughter; but as several gentlemen were present, many words did not pass on the subject. Glencairn drank freely of Cape and a variety of other wines. His life had hitherto been one continued scene of sobriety, and it was not to be wondered at, in the present mo­ment, that the liquor staggered his reason, and at length wholly overcame it. To this might be added the disordered situation of his mind, and both threw him into a state of temporary madness. He stole away from the Director's house, and went directly to Mr. Martindale's; where, on enquiring for Mrs. Drapery, he soon gained admission. She immediately knew him; confirmed all he had heard; told him where to find Lady Jane; and finished by say­ing that had he come sooner to town, he would have probably had the preference over Lord Darnley.

Flushed as he was with wine, and inflamed [Page 123] by the subject, he scarcely gave her time to fi­nish the sentence, ere he directed his wayward steps towords Great Cumberland Street. No sooner was the street door opened, than he im­petuously rushed forward, and, without making any enquiry at Lady Jane's apartment, abrupt­ly entered it. She started, and was terrified by his appearance, and received him with dis­tant civility. His passion knew no bounds. Love, jealousy, and rage, were couspicuous in his countenance; he called her infamous, and ungrateful, and vowed to be the death of Lord Darnley, if she did not instantly consent to go off with him. At the word infamous, she shuddered. Her soul disdained the menace, and the accuser; yet she was stung by his ex­pressions. Was that the language she deserved, or had been accustomed to?—Was there NO discrimination? no more gentle epithet for a heart nearly broken by accumulated misfor­tunes, but which had plunged into an illegal, though almost unavoidable connection?—She had been thrown headlong down a precipice, and was now accused, and reproaches, because she fell! Glencairn had not arrived time e­nough to snatch her from impending ruin; but he seemed to triumph in her misfortune, and to take an unmanly advantage of it to insult her. She felt that her situation laid her open to the frowning censures of the world, but he was the last person that should remind her of it. She had not reason to expect to meet with lenity from her female acquaintance, after the KIND lesson Miss Fielding had taught her. Alas! were all the SEEMING virtuous charac­ters [Page 124] to be unmasked, how many, more culpable in reality than Lady Jane, would be branded with the word infamous! The daughters of Albion, as they are the fairest productions of nature, should be also the most generous. They should learn to pity, before they condemn; they should be merciful, as God is merciful; and they would find more favour in his sight when they wipe away the tear of anguish, than when they wantonly and cruelly augment it. Let them not forget the old Spanish proverb, that

Whoever throws stones at his neighbour's win­dows, should remember his own are made of glass.

Youth, beauty, health, and even life itself, are too frequently sacrificed to these mistaken prejudices of the world. How many noble minds are overthrown by them! for I hope, and believe, that few women who are not born and educated in the path of vice, can be deem­ed deserving of the disgrace and opprobrium with which they are overwhelmed, from the moment they become outcasts of society; or, that the susceptible mind can long support it! —The contempt of the VIRTUOUS, the insults of the vulgar, sanctioned as it were by their example, will not fail at last to break a heart endued with sensibility. How great are the sorrows that arise from too delicate a share of it in many transactions of life! It has long been a disputed point, whether or not the pleasures flowing from SENSIBILITY are not more than overbalanced by the crosses, disappointments, [Page 125] mortifications, and insults, it daily receives from a barbarous herd of INSENSIBLE mortals. Perhaps it may be so; yet a tender sensible mind will still have pleasures, and enjoy happi­ness, which those of a coarser mould know no­thing of. As the source and springs of their felicity are secret; so, to avoid the sneer and laugh of unfeeling creatures, they enjoy it in secret also.

Hard fate of man, on whom the heavens bestow A drop of pleasure, for a sea of woe!

CHAP. XXVIII.

LADY Jane prevailed at length on Glen­cairn to retire; which however she was not able to accomplish till he had extorted from her a promise to consider of his proposals, and to send him a definitive answer to them in the morning. She also obtained his word, that he would not take any steps against Lord Darn­ley which might interfere with her present state of negative peace, till she had some farther con­versation with him. But she was relieved from all apprehensions of that kind early the next day by a few lines she received from him, in which he bade her a long adieu. He assured her that he felt the impropriety of which he had been guilty the proceeding evening, and he entreated her to forgive it, as with his rea­son a proper sense of his duty had returned; and that lest he should in another moment of involuntary inebriation be tempted to offend her again in the same manner, he had deter­mined on going on board the Melville Castle that day; being resolved to fulfill to the ut­most the confidence reposed in him. He would willingly, he added, lose his life in her defence; but he owed the present preservation of it to the interests of Colonel Stuart, and his family; he was intrusted by them with the deposit of [Page 127] their future fortune; it was a sacred engage­ment, which, when once fulfilled, would leave him nothing to hope for, and nothing to fear.

In a short postscript he added, that his desti­nation was to return to England as soon as he had seen Mr. Stuart, and received his com­mands; when he would find out if possible where she resided, and in what situation. He concluded thus abrubtly, as if fearful of saying more than he intended; yet it was easy to trace his bewildered mind in every line.

Lady Jane had certainly an attachment for Lord Darnley; but it was rather the compulsi­on of gratitude, than the effusion of love. She had lately observed in him an air of constraint, and sometimes of moroseness, that she had not before perceived; yet she considered it both her duty and inclination to apprize Lord Darn­ley of their interview. He paused while she related it; then seeming suddenly to recollect himself, advised her if possible to marry Glen­cairn. He did not, he said, mean to keep up the boyish farce of deceiving her; but he could not in honour to himself, or justice to his daughter, marry her himself. His fortune she knew was not large. Yet he could spear out of it an annuity of one hundred pounds, which he would settle on her in addition to whatever allowance might be made her by Mr. Martin­dale, after the divorce bill had passed. She must not, he added, expect to see him so fre­quently as she had hitherto done; it might [Page 128] prevent his forming an HONOURABLE connecti­on, which he owed to the infancy and situation of his daughter.

Lady Jane listened to this speech in silent a­stonishment; and, when it was over, ironical­ly thanked his lordship for the KINDNESS of his intentions; but assured him that it was the last time she would degrade herself by seeing him. With an air of dignity, uncontaminated by passion of any kind, she commanded him to re­tire, and never more to insult her either by his presence, or his offers of misplaced generosi­ty, or wound her feelings by unmerited con­tempt. She was at least his equal in point of rank; and in sentiment, far his superior. She loved the little Louisa with almost the same maternal tenderness she should have felt, had Heaven blessed her with a child; but her pride had been too grossly insulted to allow her to give farther proofs of it. She repeated her wish of seeing him no more, and with haughty, but determined resolution, forbade him to intrude farther on her presence.

Lord Darnley looked abashed, and mortifi­ed; he endeavoured to stammer out an excuse; but finding it would avail nothing, he made a low bow and withdrew.

In new, and alarming assaults of fortune, if there be leisure for reflection, the mind retires into its citadel; and there, rejecting every use­less or ordinary companion, admits alone those rare energetic powers, whose vigour can repel, [Page 129] or vigilance elude, the fury of the storm. In such a dilemma, she naturally thought of Glen­cairn; not as the future happy rival of Lord Darnley; not as her champion, whom she might expect to find bold in his revenge of her injuries;—but, as a friendly divinity, whose soothing pity, if it could not dissipate, would at least effuse a sympathetic balm. Yet it was not until after some struggles that she determined to write, and request seeing him once more; and dispatched Tom with a letter to that effect, to Black-wall.

He lost no time after receiving it in obeying her summons; and drew from her full a confessi­on of her intimacy with Lord Darnley, and his subsequent conduct. He said little in re­ply, but soon after excused himself on pretence of business which would detain him half an hour, and went directly to Lord Darnley's lodging, determined to demand satisfaction for the ungentlemanly and cruel treatment that he had exerted towards an unhappy and unprotect­ed woman. His lordship having probably en­tertained some suspicions on that head, had paid off his lodgings, and left town an hour before Glencairn arrived there.

Cruelty and cowardice are so closely connect­ed, as to be deemed almost inseparable. The man who would wantonly torture and destroy even the least of God's creatures, will be seldom found to possess that degree of courage which naturally belongs to the Lord of the creation, and which habitual vice only can do away. [Page 130] He will tyrannize over those unhappy victims whom the chance of fortune has rendered sub­servient to his power; but he will shrink from those who can reign over HIM, and stand aghast at the appearance of superior virtue. A man of real courage is a man of strict honour; he will, like the tried warrior, pity, and releave as far as he is able, the less fortunate vanquished; but he will despise the pitiful prerogative of exult­ing over, and adding to, accumulated woes. Such were the opposite characters of lord Darn­ley, and Glencairn.

In two days more the Melville-Castle was to go down the river; and Glencairn's engage­ments were of too serious a nature to be broken. He said nothing to Lady Jane of his knowledge of Lord Darnley's departure; but requested her to persevere in not seeing him; and advi­sed her to retire to some more private lodging, where she might wait the issue of the matter now pending in law. He told her that he ho­ped to return to England in fifteen or eighteen months; and he begged her not to forget that she had one friend left, who would never desert her interests, though the sacrifice of his ever­lasting peace must be made to the memory of her sufferings, and his own feeble condition. With these words he left her, but ah, in what a situ­ation!—no friends, no society, not even an acquaintance to whom she might pour out her griefs and her mind disturbed almost beyond the powers of reflection! Towards evening she walked out, and her steps were involuntari­ly directed towards Brompton. She would [Page 131] have passed the house which contained M [...] Darnley; but by accident she looked up, and saw her playing in her nurse's arms, at the window. She was then about eight months old. Lady Jane could not resist the temptati­on; but running eagerly up stairs; kissed her with ardent affection, while the tears stream­ed down her cheeks. The object of her walk was to find out a cheap lodging in a decent fa­mily; in this she soon succeeded, and took it from the following day.

She returned home, and was sitting over a slender supper, rapt in melancholly ideas, when a loud knock at the street-door, and a hackney▪ coach stopping at it, arrested her attention. Tom informed her that it was an old gentle­man, who declined sending up his name, but particularly requested to see her. She was in that state of torpid insensibility which renders us alike indifferent to every thing, and she gave orders that he should be admitted. This unex­pected visitor was old Mr. Martindale; at sight of him her tears flowed afresh, but he bade her be comforted. Nothing, he said, that lay within HIS power should be wanting to soften the rigour of her destiny. He had called to assure her of it; and would repeat his visits, though he wished his family might re­main ignorant of them. The settlement, he said, of two thousand pounds per annum that had been made on her marriage, and was to descend to her in case she survived her husband, would still hold good if there was no divorce, and that she refused to sign any bond that might [Page 132] be proposed to her, till she had been advised how to act. His son had been already inform­ed by his counsel, that there did not exist any just plea for a divorce; and he was determined not only to apprise her of what she ought to do, but also from time to time acquaint her with what steps were to be taken, and his opinion of them. He staid with her near an hour; and promising to call on her next evening at Brompton, took his leave of her with every ap­pearance of pity and regard.

She received the next morning a long conso­latory letter from Glencairn; but as it contain­ed nothing more than a repetition of his friend­ship and good wishes, we will not transcribe it; but take for the present our leave of him, wish­ing him a prosperous voyage to India, and a safe and happy return to Britain.

Mr. Martindale went as he had promised to Brompton; and said he was authorised by his son to make known to her in what manner he chose, that he should henceforwards continue to allow her one hundred pounds per annum; and that he had given orders to his banker to pay her immediately five hundred pounds, as a pre­sent from himself. She had hitherto thought of, and now cared, so little about pecuniary mat­ters, that she was perfectly satisfied with his proposal to execute a deed of separation, that should preclude the possibility of her debts falling on her husband. This was agreed on, and signed by both parties the following day, and every thing appeared to be terminated to [Page 133] the satisfaction of all those who were concerned in it.

CHAP. XXIX.

FROM the time of Glencairn's departure, Miss Stuart's health began to relapse into its former state of declining strength. Fre­quent faintings, loss of appetite, and a total de­jection of spirits, were the alarming fore-run­ners of what was soon confirmed to be a rapid decline. The Colonel and herself received se­veral letters from him, and in the last, dated from the Downs, he took his long farewell. But these, instead of assuaging her grief at his loss, visibly augmented it. She perceived a chilly reserve in his manner of addressing her, that was inconsistent she thought with the na­ture of their engagement; and his silence re­specting Lady Jane Martindale (an account of whom they had seen in the papers) was to Ma­ry the surest proof of his not being indifferent about it. In a few weeks Mr. Courtenay be­came their visitor; but knowing the situation of her heart, he dropped all pretensions to be her lover, and gloried but in the title of her sincere and sympathizing friend. He divided with the Colonel his attentions to her; and his naturally cheerful disposition often forced a smile from her pale and placid countenance, [Page 134] while it seconded the anxious wishes of her ve­nerable father, by sometimes enabling him to assume an air of gaiety from which his heart was very far removed.

Many months passed in which their hours were thus uniformly, and not unpleasingly di­vided. The Colonel and Mr. Courtenay ge­nerally rode out; and when the cold was not too severe (for it was now winter) Miss Stu­art frequently accompanied them behind a ser­vant, for she was too weak to venture alone on horse-back. They had one morning in the month of December extended their ride beyond its usual bounds, when they were overtaken by a sudden storm. The hailstones pelted them with fury, and thick flakes of snow fell in a­bundance over them. They found themselves nine miles from Allanbank, and were obliged to take shelter in a small cottage, till they could dispatch their attendant to the nearest town where a chaise might be procured, and which was at a much greater distance. They did not reach home till near seven o'clock in the even­ing, and the storm had not yet abated.

They had but just changed their wet clothes, and were sitting round the blazing fire, wait­ing their early supper, when Keeper, the faith­ful house-dog, announced by his loud barking, the unusual appproach of visitors. He was soon echoed by several other dogs, whose peaceful slumbers he had disturbed, as they lay stretched round the comfortable hearth of the hospitable parlour. The rain pattered against [Page 135] the windows, and the wind loud whistled through the trees, which hardly suffered them to distin­guish the rattling of carriage wheels, till it ap­proached close to the outward gate. Mary's heart first bounded high with fluttering expec­tation, and then sunk with dire dismay.

The inhabitants of Allanbank soon assembled at the door; from whence, after a short interval of painful suspence, they could perceive, by the glimmering light of the different candles they held, a female form, which, lightly tripping up the lawn, was enquiring of every one she saw, whether Miss Stuart was there? On be­ing answered in the affirmative, she flew to her embrace, and, without giving Mary time to recollect herself, asked her if she had quite for­gotten her old friend, Sophia Beaumont?

Mary drew back with fear, as thinking she beheld her ghost; for how could mother St. Etienne, a confirmed nun of one of the strictest orders in France, be not only liberated from her confinement, but also a solitary wanderer in a remote part of a kingdom to which she was an entire stranger? A moment's pause con­vinced her; and that moment drew a tear of blood from her heart, as it brought to her re­membrance the situation of persecuted France! that country in which she had passed some of the happiest hours of unconscious infancy; where she had so often witnessed the gay dance, the festive board, the jocund song, and all the sprightly attributes of light-footed felicity. Alas! how sad, how bitter, how sudden, [Page 136] how heart-breaking, was now the vast re­verse!

Mary welcomed her friend with unfeigned satisfaction, and when supper was over, Miss Beaumont began her pathetic narration. She dwelt with pity on the violation of every sacred institution. The Catholic religion, whose out­ward forms pourtrayed the excess of romantic superstition, now stood unmasked, and terrible to view. The savage chiefs of France, whose [...]ands were perpetually employed in shedding without mercy the blood of innocents, had laid low the buildings that were devoted to the ser­vice of God, and at length dared to deny his name. Nor did she forget (while the tear of pity streamed down her cheeks, and down those of her auditors) the holy sisterhood of her now violated, but once sacred, asylum. Those aged and venerable nuns, whose life had been spent within its quiet walls, and who, devoted since childhood to their religion, had peaceably and uniformly fulfilled its duties, were now torn by the rough hand of violence from their solitary cells, and exposed to buffet with the storms of a world they had never seen, and of which they had coveted only A GRAVE!

The great clock struck twelve; and, by re­minding them of the lateness of the hour, re­leased the compassionate hearts under the roof at Allanbank from dwelling farther on the me­lancholy tale; and Miss Beaumont, fatigued by her long journey, was glad to retire as soon as she had satisfied them of the means which brought her thither. An English family to [Page 137] whom she was unknown had conducted her by the way of Oftend to London, and supplied her with money more than sufficient to defray her expences to Scotland. This charming girl, though French by birth, was calculated to a­dorn human nature; her heart recoiled at the horrors exercised by her ferocious countrymen, horrors so great they want a name, and beggar all description!

CHAP. XXX.

IT would be difficult to meet with minds more perfectly congenial than were those of Mary Stuart and Sophia Beaumont. They were charmed with the society of each other, yet Miss Beaumont's delicacy was wounded by her being wholly dependent on her friends. From this motive she wished, after a few months residence at Allanbank, to remove from it till such time as she might be able to with­draw her slender fortune out of the hands of her family. She was an adept at all kinds of needle-work, and thought it might be practica­ble for her to gain a maintenance at Edin­burgh; but Miss Stuart's precarious state of health would not permit her to hint at it. She was every day somewhat weaker than the for­mer one; yet with that flattering hope which is almost constantly attendant on her fatal disor­der, she derived the most sanguine expectations of her recovery with the approaching spring. Miss Beaumont and Mr. Courtenay were inde­fatigably attentive to her; but the Colonel was too well aware of her danger, not to stand himself in need of that assistance he endeavour­ed to give his dying daughter.

Let stoicks enjoy their frigid insensibility, [Page 139] and philosophers boast the command of passions they never felt; but where is the heart endued with NATURAL TENDERNESS, that could have refrained sympathizing with Miss Beau­mont in her feelings for her friend?—Courte­nay's could not. His admiration of her amia­ble disposition, which was so feelingly display­ed on this melancholy occasion, led him by de­grees to a more tender sentiment, which he had some reason to think did not remain long unnoticed by the lovely Sophia.

It was an union that Miss Stuart ardently wished; and the deep blushes which had once overspread Miss Beaumont's face on hearing his name inadvertently mentioned, confirmed her in the opinion she had formed of their mu­tual attachment. I have already said that Mr. Courtenay possessed a considerable fortune in Ireland; but his generous soul disdained the idea of hoarding money, and it was not unusual for him to exceed the bounds of his income by deeds of charity and benevolence. He was at this time about fifty years of age; and had ram­bled sufficiently about the world, to wish to be at length quietly settled in it. He had partly determined on going to Ireland for that pur­pose, when he saw Miss Beaumont. His pas­sion for Miss Stuart had worn away in propor­tion as his hopes of being united to her dimi­nished.

Miss Stuart sent for him one morning into her dressing-room; and taking from a drawer a miniature of herself that had been done in Italy [Page 140] (and which, contrary to her expectation, Glen­cairn had not asked for at his departure), pre­sented it to him. She requested that he would give it to Miss Beaumont; adding, that she was greatly mistaken in her conjectures if she did not receive it with additional satisfaction from his hands.

This speech was too flattering to the wishes of Mr. Courtenay, to be misunderstood by him. His next care, after giving the picture as desir­ed, was to open his mind to Colonel Stuart, and to repeat to him what had passed. The young ladies had already come to an explanati­on on the subject; and before evening it was resolved on, with the hearty concurrence of all parties, that Mr. Courtenay should receive the hand of Sophia.

In less than three weeks he had made an ho­nourable settlement on his fair intended; and soon after, the marriage was solemnized. Miss Stuart insisted on being present at the ceremo­ny, but fainted before it was over, and was with difficulty conveyed from the church to her chamber. Her heart rejoiced at the happiness of her friend: but it brought sad recollections to her mind, and was near subduing the little strength that was left her. Mr. Courtenay hi­red a small house that was fortunately vacant in the neighbourhood of Allanbank, as they were determined not to leave Miss Stuart till the curtain of death had been gently drawn o­ver the last scene of her existence.

[Page 141]They had been settled there about ten months, and Mrs. Courtenay's situation was such as to require every precaution and care that a fond husband, and anxious friend, could bestow on it, when it unfortunately happened that she was one evening sitting with Miss Stuart in her apartment, and the London newspapers arrived. Mrs. Courtenay opened them, and began to read; but had not proceed­ed far, when she saw the words Melville Castle. Eager to satisfy her own impatience, and that of her unhappy friend, she began to go through the paragraph; but stopped in the middle of it, gave a loud scream, and fell in hysterics on the floor. Her cries soon brought the servants up stairs, who were followed by the Colonel and Mr. Courtenay. The fatal mystery was in­stantly revealed; the alarming paragraph stat­ed that the Melville Castle was arrived safe at Madras; but that a boat belonging to her had sunk at the entrance of the harbour, and that all the persons on board had unfortunately pe­rished.

Miss Stuart displayed the most heroic forti­tude on this occasion; her fears for her friend superseded every selfish pang, and she seemed to soar above mortality. She shed no tears, but sweetly smiled as Mrs. Courtenay recover­ed, and even endeavoured to persuade them that she had a presentiment of Glencairn's not being of the number of those unhappy passen­gers. A premature delivery, and the death of her child, were the only ill consequences that befel Mrs. Courtenay; and which, by detain­ing [Page 142] her at Allanbank, was not unaccompanied by consolation to Miss Stuart, who was too ill to visit at her house, and derived her greatest comfort on attending her, in a room adjoining to her own. Mrs Courtenay soon recovered; but it was to witness a scene which, though she had long expected, she was ill prepared for. Miss Stuart found herself one day so much better, that she requested they would all indulge her by dining in her room. She had dressed herself to receive, as she said, her visitors, with unusual care. When dinner was over, she desired Mr. Courtenay to lead her to the piano-forte; when faintly touching the discordant strings, she endeavoured to go through her fa­vourite air, ‘I know that my Redeemer liveth,’ which she attempted to accompany with her voice; but her strength failed in the attempt, and she sunk motionless on the chair. When she came to herself, she affectingly took a hand of her father's, and repeatedly pressed it to her lips. She then for the first time acknowledged to them all, that she was sensible of her ap­proaching dissolution. She begged the Colonel would comply with her request, and, in case of Glencairn's returning to England, that he would make him his heir; saying, she could not die in peace unless she obtained the promise of that which lay nearest to her heart. In half-broken sentences he assured her of it, and bade her be comforted.

[Page 143]Towards evening she begged of Mr. Courte­nay to read prayers to her, and desired that all the servants might be called up stairs to join in the pious scene. Soon after they were over, she called Mr. and Mrs. Courtenay, and the Colonel, round her chair; and embraced the two former as she prayed of God to bless them. But when her father drew near; when she felt his arms clinging round her waist, as if to shield her from the tyrant who was advancing with hasty steps to separate them for ever, she faintly articulated the word farewell; her head sunk on his bosom, and with a deep and heavy sigh she expired!

It was some time before they could persuade themselves she was dead; a faint glow tinged her cheek, and a sweet smile was visible on her countenance, from the moment the separation of the soul and body had taken place. They laid her gently on the bed, and applied a mir­ror to her lips. But the faithful moniter refus­ed to deceive. Her breath was fled; and her soul, already towering beyond the confines of mortality, was reaping the reward of inno­cence and [...]tue.

CHAP. XXXI.

MRS. Courtenay resigned to her husband the melancholy office of consoling the afflicted Colonel, who vainly endeavoured to reconcile himself to the sad separation. He however derived comfort from the idea that it could not be of long duration, for he felt that he should not long survive his Mary. He took a mournful pleasure in decorating her senseless corse with such flowers as his humble green-house could supply. He watched the sad procession as it moved from the house; at the head of it, was the faithful M'Kenzie, bending her palsied frame towards the earth in speechless woe. Mr. Courtenay supported her; nor did his manly countenance lose sight of its dignity while overspread with the tears of affection and sympathy. Eight young Highland girls bore the precious burden to its destined home; and the solemn scene was conducted with that silent awe which intermingles itself with pious resig­nation to the inscrutable will of Heaven.

The ceremony over, the mourners return­ed; and by degrees, Mr. and Mrs. Courtenay left Colonel Stuart's house to inhabit once more their own. Yet they continued as one family, and omitted nothing that could tend towards [Page 145] alleviating the distresses of their venerable friend. But this care was not long allotted them. In a few weeks, Colonel Stuart entreat­ed them to give up their house, and to take possession of Allanbank; considering it as their deposit till, by the unavoidable arrangement of his affairs, it might hereafter become necessary, through Glencairn's return, for them to re­linquish it.

He soon after made his will, and disposed of every thing as his daughter had directed; allot­ting only some trifling legacies to Mr. and Mrs. Courtenay; a small but sufficient annuity to Mrs. M'Kenzie; and remembrances to his other domestics in proportion to their age and services. He farther stipulated, that in case of Glencairn's death without issue, his whole pro­perty was to devolve to Mrs. Courtenay, and HER heirs for ever. The business of life being finally settled, the excellent Colonel Stuart re­signed his breath, while glorifying his Redeem­er that had heard his prayer, and was going to restore him to his Mary.

Mr. and Mrs. Courtenay remained in quiet possession of Allanbank. Exemplary patterns of domestic felicity, they had already passed three years there; during which Heaven blessed them with two children; nor did they know a day's separation, till Mr. Courtenay went to Ireland for six weeks, on business relative to his own affairs. His amiable Sophia refused all society but that of her children and the worthy M'Kenzie; who being now too old to interfere [Page 146] in household management, was become her constant companion. They could not hear of Glencairn, though they had used every endea­vour to know his fate, on the return of the Melville Castle. All they could discover, was, that he was not of the number of the drowned passengers in the boat. They had landed him at Madras; and from their not ha­ving received any tidings of him since, they concluded that he was either removed to some more distant part of India, or died soon after his arrival there. But they did not appropriate any part of his intended fortune to their own use; they studiously endeavoured to accumu­late, and enjoyed the pleasing, disinterested hope, that still existed, of his return to the full enjoyment of it.

Let us now revert to the ill-treated Lady Jane Martindale; who, hurried progressively from one false step to another, found many Lord Darnleys, but few friends. Old Mar­tindale frequently visited her; but shocking to relate! soon convinced her, by his proposals, of the depravity of his mind. He told her that her future fortune was in his hands, and that he would provide for, or forsake her, accor­ding to her treatment of him. He questioned her as to the state of her present finances; and on finding that her thoughtless extravagance had reduced them to the lowest ebb, he threw a fifty pound not on the table, and endeavour­ed to extort from horror and fear, a sacrifice that in a generous breast must be ever sacred to love alone.

[Page 147]Fallen as she already was in her own esteem, and in that of others, she yet could not hear a sentiment so degrading to humanity, without feeling a mixture of terror and surprise. Though reduced to the last exigences, she would fain have returned the note to its despicable owner: but he insisted on leaving it; and, shewing evident symptoms of disappointment and confu­sion, soon after took his leave.

Lady Jane gave herself up a prey to inward despair, and outward dissipation. While the tears rose in crimson torrents from her heart, she wildly decorated her person with the insig­nies of joy; and sought a transitory relief in false pleasures, while she continued to be a stranger to every real one. The doors that sheltered virtue, were closely barred against her approach; those of vice, only, stood upon to receive her. In every new lover, she sought a friend; in every new lover, she gained an enemy. She had heard of Miss Stuart's death, but to Glencairn's fate she was wholly indiffer­ent. Several weeks elapsed without her hear­ing any thing more of old Mr. Martindale; and so invincible was her present aversion to him, that although from motives of prudence she was with-held from publickly exposing him, she rejoiced at her deliverance from the sight of so unworthy, so unprincipled a relati­on.

She was one day waited on by an elderly gentleman, whose appearance prejudiced her warmly in his favour. He spoke the language [Page 148] of pity, and of friendly advice; sounds to which she had been long unaccustomed. After the necessary introduction, he informed her that Mr. Martindale, senior, died suddenly two days before, in an apoplectic fit, and that his will had been that morning read▪ a codicil was found to have been lately added to it, by which he ratified to Lady Jane the enjoyment of the two thousand pounds per annum, in case of her surviving her husband; but that he had not bequeathed her, for temporary supplies, any legacy whatever.

Lady Jane cared so little about worldly con­cerns, that she heard of this disappointment without the least discomposure. Her mind had now yielded to that state of hurried perplexity, that did not allow her time to reflect on all the miseries attending her hapless situation. She had taken an elegant house in town; and its expences were unceasingly defrayed by the di­vers successors to her attention. All inter­course between her and the little Louisa Darn­ley had been long since prohibited by the un­feeling lord; who, callous to misfortunes of which he had been a principle author, now wantonly regarded her, wherever he met her, with the piercing look of ineffable contempt. The affection she once bore him was totally ob­literated; and she could meet him and Miss Fielding together, which was not unusual▪ be­holding them with the same degree of contempt which they did not fail manifesting towards her upon every occasion.

[Page 149]A black coach, and all the outward trappings of woe, were the tokens by which she soon descried Mrs. Martindale; who daily paraded the Park and Bond-street with all the solemnity of DECENT widowhood. To this was opposed the gaudy equipage of Lady Darnley, late Miss Fielding; but this did not excite in the breast of Lady Jane, one sensation of sorrow, envy, or surprise. Her feelings were howe­ver powerfully affected by a premeditated insult she received from Lady Darnley, a few days after her marriage; who having stopped her carriage one morning at a shop in Bond-street, was speaking to one of the people at the coach door, when Lady Jane passed by. Miss Darn­ley was with her, and eagerly called to Lady Jane; when Lady Darnley suddenly drew the spring blind, to prevent her enjoying the slen­der satisfaction of even looking at her.

CHAP. XXXII.

MRS. Martindale did not long remain a widow. Ere the long twelvemonth was expired, during which it was necessary for her to submit to the doleful attire, and to put up with a corner of one of her drawing room windows being darkened by a hatchment, she made a promise that when once the happy peri­od arrived, she would bestow her hand on a more suitable lover than she had found in her old man. Captain O'Trigger, whose commis­sion centered in a dashing cockade, had paraded his ponies about the city of Bath during several seasons. But, though the gaming tables were in general propitious to him, the chosen socie­ties were not so. The misses all vowed, that Captain O'Trigger was the finest fellow in Bath; but the mammas and guardians gave him so little encouragement, that the Captain at length thought it best to beat a precipitate retreat, and try his success in London. He was a fine, tall, handsome looking man; neat, but preposterous in his dress, and fond to a de­gree of his person. No man knew better than himself the names of all the different essences and pomatums imported from India and France. From the powerful otto of roses, down to the more reviving, but more humble lavender wa­ter, [Page 151] his dressing-room was the repository of them all; which, together with his ponies, a few fans from Italy, and some pots of rouge warranted vegetable (the two latter articles he reserved for the happy fair on whom he might hereafter fix his choice,) composed the whole stock in trade of this FASHIONABLE MILITARY HERO.

Captain O'Trigger, whose modesty was not in the habit of laying any embargo on his in­clinations, no sooner beheld our young widow, and was informed who she was, than he deter­mined to lay close siege to her; and as an ad­vantageous marriage was the first grand object of his pursuit, he was resolved to transform his character into exactly any one that he might find on father enquiry would be most likely to determine her in his favour.

He began to try the whole battery of his ar­tillery against the vain Mrs. Martindale; first, by the aid of a small glass, suspended to a black ribbon, and dangling from his neck; with which he assailed her wherever she went; while the expression of a damned fine woman! was uttered JUST loud enough to catch her ear. At first she thought his accents favoured rather too much of the brogue; but at length custom reconciled her to him, and she hazarded not ere long to avow a distinguished preference to Captain O'Trigger over the rest of his com­petitors,

He soon became the acknowledged intended [Page 152] of the beautiful widow; not that she cared for him in her heart, but her vanity was gratified at the idea of mortifying her rivals, whom her opinion had magnified into a much greater number than even Captain O'Trigger himself could lay reasonably any claim to.

The last few weeks of Mrs. Martindale's funeral appearance were dedicated to preparati­ons for her approaching nuptials; on the strength of which, her favourite Captain was enabled to cut a much greater figure than be­fore. A sumptuous vis a-vis was building at Hatchett's, by HIS express order; and in which his taste shone conspicuous. She was per­fectly convinced of the sincere attachment of this Knight of Industry, and in giving him her hand, bestowed on him also her OWN house in Devonshire-place; and every appendage of lux­ury she parted with in his favour, with as lit­tle difficulty as she herself had formerly obtain­ed them.

For some months the torch of Hymen blazed with unremitting ardour; but the instability of human happiness soon overpowered, and at length wholly extinguished it. Mrs. Martin­dale (now Mrs. O'Trigger) was fatally con­vinced that she was the dupe of a designing for­tune-hunter; for such in reality was her chosen mate.

It would be needless to detail the many oc­currences which led to the sad reverse of for­tune she was henceforward fated to undergo. [Page 153] Her husband's extravagance manifested itself at the gaming-tables, and elsewhere. Her mo­ney sheltered him from a goal, but its source was not inexhaustible; and she had no sooner deprived herself of every future comfort, for his preservation, than he left her to lament her error in obscurity and poverty. Captain O'Trigger, after selling her house and all she was possest of, at length wholly deserted her; and the only account she ever after received of him was that of his having returned to a for­mer wife in Ireland, with whom he had fled to some distant clime, far beyond the reach of law, justice, honour, or humanity.

Lady Jane Martindale continued for a time to run the giddy round of thoughtless dissipati­on; but her heart, that had ever unwillingly yielded to its dictates, was soon tired of its tran­sient gratifications, and sighed after the hum­ble scenes of peaceful retirement. But these, alas! were no longer within the boundary of her own acquisition. She had no friend to sup­port her tottering steps; no soothing hand was stretched forth to yield her comfort; no conso­latory parental voice remained to welcome her out of the path of vice, She was, as it were, left alone in the vast universe; the small salary allotted her by Mr. Martindale she duly re­ceived; and hitherto temporary additions to it from her acquaintance had not failed her; but she knew these could not last long, and she had acquired experience enough to teach her that they would exist no longer than she was inclin­ed [Page 154] to sacrifice her happiness to the enjoyment of them.

In this situation, she had already continued some years, anxious to exchange it, yet not possessing resolution enough to effect it, when she was one morning surprised by the appear­ance of Glencairn. He was so much altered in person, that she had at first some difficulty to recollect him; but his heart was the same. He had already been in Scotland, where he had taken possession of Colonel Stuart's [...]tate; still insisting, that Mr. and Mrs. Courtenay should not quit Allanbank. His voyage to India had not been prosperous. Mr. Stuart's affairs were, when he arrived there, in so deranged a situa­tion, that, at his death, which happened soon afterwards, they were found to be little worth the trouble that had been taken on their ac­count; and he was at length obliged to aban­don them, after having obtained but a very slender advantage in favour of his friend and patron. But the residue of Colonel Stuart's fortune was yet more than sufficient to answer any purpose of his own. He had liberality of sentiment sufficient to make every allowance in favour of Lady Jane Martindale's mistaken conduct; and while he could yet entertain the hope of making HER happy, the praise, or the censure of an ill-judging world were to him e­qually indifferent.

He prevailed on her to accompany him to Edinburgh, where she soon convinced him that the genuine uprightness of her heart had [Page 155] remained uncontaminated by fashionable levity. Nor was she long there, before, by her admis­sion into a respectable family, and the delicate caution observed by Glencairn in his visits to her, she gained that countenance and respect which had been wrenched from her in England by the iron hand of cruelty, injustice, and op­pression. Not a year had passed after this hap­py transition, before the death of Mr. Mar­tindale, by liberating her from the most sacred, and most abused of engagements, enabled her to bestow her hand, and large encrease of for­tune, on him who had so nobly deserved them. The amiable Mrs. Courtenay shone forth on this occasion the bright representative of SPOT­LESS virtue. She knew how to pity those er­rors she had never known; and those tempta­tions which, as she sweetly, said, she might not have been able to have withstood, had fate dealt by her with the same severity it had done towards Lady Jane Martindale. The pomp of widowhood would have been but ill displayed by that hitherto unfortunate lady. She neither affected the weeds of sorrow, nor the trophies of joy; but with all the decorum due to her­self, and to those with whom she was now so happily connected she surrendered, as soon as decency would permit, the name of Martindale, and became entitled to the more happy one of Glencairn.

In a short time Mr. and Mrs. Courtenay [...] on putting them into possession of Allan­ [...] and themselves retired to their estate in Ir [...]d. Glencairn gloried in the success of [Page 156] his unshaken fidelity. Lady Jane proved her­self the woman of honor and gratitude, by the constant rectitude and unremitting care of her conduct; nor was Glencairn less remarkable as a husband, than he had hitherto been from his steady attachment as a lover, to the object of his first choice.

Mrs. O'Trigger plunged into excess of wan­ton depravity; and a refusal of Lady Jane's proposal to receive and protect her at Allan­bank was the only instance of denial she ex­perienced from her indulgent husband. His acquiescence to pecuniary offers was not how­ever with-held from her, while any hope re­mained of her deserving such an act of kindness; but her life was at length wholly absorbed by drunkenness and debauchery; and the pre­mature end of it was well calculated to afford a striking example to A BAD HEART!

Nothing was wanting to augment the felici­ty of Glencairn, but an encrease of his family; and even that was almost compensated by the recollection that Mr. and Mrs. Courtenay were his heirs.

We will now take leave of Lady Jane Glen­cairn, and her happy husband. Constant pat­terns of connubial happiness, their lives were spent in the exercise of every social virtue; and Lady Jane proved the happy Contrast be­tween unavoidable error and premeditated [...]ice.