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Death is deaf to our Prayers.
live with his Lady as an husband ; and nothing but the certain conviction that if he was divorced from her, her military favourite, who still adored her, would . instantly wed her, (and he would then be her eristing husband), prevented him from seeking a legal separation, and for ever uniting himself to that virtuous female, whose mind and person had so completely enslaved him : but then, no land of his own was equal to that charming little possession, which, if his Lady died, really and bona fide, his wife, and not the wife of another, would become huis own, to all intents and purposes : he could not think of giving it up !
The physicians of Lady Eastwood declared her in a deep and rapid decline ; • and death, he flattered himself, would soon make both the land and his long-admired lady his own. He, therefore, invoked death as his best friend, not for
A great Example.
himself, but for one who had been once more than his second self!
Alas ! the Lady lived long; much too long for his Lordship ! her lingering life was spared to purify lier soul by the most sincere and exemplary penitence, and which marked the last years and moments of this interesting woman : like a second Mary Magdalen, “she loved much, because she had, like her, much to be forgiven !"
Lady Eastwood, like Mary, deplored lier faults at the feet of her REDEEMER ; she trusted in his never-failing mercy ; and the divine who attended her in the awful period of her last moments, declared her death to be both edifying and happy!
Lord Eastwood had loved his present Lady in the brightest scason of lier
A Coronet no pledge of Happiness.
youth ; he found it now past : but yet he loved her with more sincerity than ever. Such is the triumph of true virtue..
As soon as decency would permit, he raised her to the rank of his Countess; and this high situation her merits do honour to. She has three lovely children by his Lordship.
Her situation is envied by many; but, alas ! the present Lady Eastwood is not happy. Surely the manners of Lord Eastwood, in his domestic establishment, are not calculated to ensure the felicity of his wife : the unbounded gratitude Lady Eastwood feels for him, her knowing no other attachment, will never make her faithless. She suffers then the more in some respects ; for, though self-reproach is added to the guilty, yet, when a wife has been rendered so, chiefly through the ill-usage of an husband, she may, for
a short time, feel a temporary illusive kind of happiness; while the pangs of suffering virtue, and slighted conjugal fidelity, silently corrode the afflicted heart, leaving it for ever cheerless, dead to every species of enjoyment, or only alive to agony.
A MAN OF MYSTERY.
“ Ad populum phaleras ; ego te intus et in cute novi."
“ Patience, my dear Charlotte,” said the Marquis of Waltham, “ or I shall begin to suspect you have some secret interest in the person whose character I am about to unfold.” - " Why, you must allow," replied the Duchess of Pyrmont, so that such a sermon as we heard this morning was calculated to awaken interest in any one ; and if I, thus sadly deprived of that sense which has so large an influence on the rest, am desirous to learn some particulars of this mild and Christian orator, surely there is some excuse for Charlotte's more lively curiosity; for I am told, he is a personable and a single man. It is certainly strange that we should have heard no.