A Tale.

BY

LADY GEORGIANA FULLERTON.

"I have read of a bird which hath a face like, and yet will prey upon, a man, who, coming
to the water to drink, and finding there by reflexion that he had killed one like himself,
pineth away by degrees, and never after enjoyeth itself. Such was in some sort the
condition of -. This accident that he had killed one put a period to his carnal mirth,
and was a covering to his eyes all the days of his life. Death was so sent to him as to allow
him time to rise up on his knees and to crie, 'Lord have mercy upon me.'"-Fuller's
Worthies, vol. ii., p. 17.

IN THREE VOLUMES.

VOL. 1.

ין.

LONDON:

EDWARD MOXON, DOVER-STREET.

MDCCCXLIV.

1

ELLEN MIDDLETON.

VOL. I.

B

"From each carved nook, and fretted bend, Cornice and gallery, seem to send

Tones that with Seraph hymns might blend.

"Three solemn parts together twine,

In Harmony's mysterious line,

Three solemn aisles approach the shrine.

Art thou, that com'st wrapt up in weeds of sadness,
And mov'st as if thy steps were towards a grave ?"

OTWAY.