ABSTRACT
The sun rose; the busy world began to recommence its varying scenes of labour, and I, no longer yielding every sense to the stupor of intoxication, awoke to reason, to reflection, to abhorrence of myself. But, oh Heavens! Rosanna! what horrors undescribable seized on all my faculties! what misery, what despair presented themselves to my mind, when, almost driven to frenzy, and bathed in floods of tears, I beheld, – not Isabella – but the unfortunate Amelia!
