ABSTRACT
Nothing could equal the transports and triumph of our hero and heroine, at this happy termination of their trials: their fondest wishes, and hopeless prospects, supremely gratified and accomplished; their enemies defeated, their friends reconciled; and their characters beloved and extolled by the country. One anxious care only remained on their breasts: to reconcile Dr. Homily with Mr. Tickle senior, and recall the woe-worn hermit to the pleasures of society and domestic life. The good old gentleman at first recoiled with horror at his name: but, on hearing the tale of his sufferings, freely granted forgiveness, and tenderly invited him to Berkeley Hall. Our hero and Sancho went on this pleasing errand. But notwithstanding all Dr. Homily’s blandishments and courtesy, / such, alas! was his habitual melancholy, that he avoided society, and pined in solitude over the tomb of his lamented Matilda.
