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"the endearing remembrances which. my impaffioned memory fhall ever preferve, by all my hopes of meet"ing thy approving spirit in a happier "world, I will difcharge my trust to "these sweet innocents, and for their "fakes fubdue the keen regret which "would make life appear a barren de"fert, bereft of thy endearing loveli"nefs."
To the raving defperation of lord Monteith no pen can do justice. Unufed to calamity, and indignant of selfreproach, his ftubborn heart refused to fubmit to the righteous but fevere punifhment; and his galled confcience ftarted from the terrifying accufation, that he, like the base Judean, had flung a pearl away richer than all his "tribe."
He fought to filence the horrors of remorse by the most extravagant affecR 5 tion:
tion to his lady's memory. Her funeral was conducted in the highest style of pageant decoration; and he wearied himfelf with examining defigns for a monument, which he propofed to have executed in Parian marble, and that its magnificence fhould rival the proudest ftructures which forrow, tafte, or vanity have erected over "fallen mortality." He teazed his children with his frantic careffes; vowed that he only exifted for their fakes; determined never to be separated from them; and traced, with mingled ecstasy and anguish, the various resemblances which they bore to their mother.
σε My little Geraldine," he would fay, "is her perfect image. Just fuch "a fmile as that of my beloved, before "I knew that accurfed Fitzofborne.
Lucy has her beautiful hair, and
James too-but I have never feen " him fince he was three months old. "They will all forget her, except Ara"bella. Yet the murderer ftill lives. "But may I perish, Fitzofborne, if I "do not pursue thee to the remotest "corners of the globe!"
While the heart glows with fentiments of juft indignation, it is natural to inquire the fate of the author of thefe calamitous fcenes. The laft hours of Fitzofborne's life were not fufficiently fplendid to allure inexperience to defert the plain path of rectitude, from the hope of acquiring fame or fortune by indirect means. He had indeed plucked the forbidden fruit, but he had found it, like the bitter apples of Sodom, dif tafteful and delufive, the origin of mifery and regret.
Disdainfully rejected by the victim of his artifices; compelled to fly his na
tive country, or to languifh in hopless captivity; abandoned even by the licentìous part of the world, who, though they enthusiastically applaud triumphant vice, are ever firft to fhun indigent guilt; Fitzofborne was now left to meditate on the abufe of diftinguished talents, the waste of perverted industry, and the folly, as well as the wickedness, of that knowledge which only afpires to organize depravity.
These insupportable reflections were, however, foon interrupted; and his miferable existence brought to a period by other means than the fword of an injured hufband and betrayed friend. Retributive juftice not only willed his fall in that country where he had imbibed his peftilent notions; it also decreed, that thofe very opinions should be the immediate occafion of his death. It is well known that the merciless ty
ranny which Robefpierre erected on the tomb of the murdered Louis fpared neither friends nor enemies. Fitzofborne, as an Englishman and a gentleman, became an object of fufpicion. In vain did he plead that he had difgraced his ancestors, and abjured his country; in vain boast his contempt of fuperftition and abhorrence of prefcribed forms; in vain bend with mock adoration at the idol fhrine of liberty, or with fervile adulation load the new Romans with the falfified epithets of magnanimous and illuftrious they, who fpared not a Roland or a Condorcet, could not be expected to regard fanguinary principles, unless attested by the repeated perpetration of fanguinary deeds.
In the gloom of the Abbaye prison, exposed to all the various wretchedness of want, difturbed by the groans of fellow-fufferers, and furrounded by the