ABSTRACT
the hour drew near in which I was destined to quit Isabella; perhaps, to quit her for ever, at the very moment when returning hope dawned on the dark prospect, which my adverse fate had hitherto presented. I longed to bid her an eternal fare-wel; to pour out my whole soul in the language of affection; and to avow, that my latest breath should pronounce her the exclusive object of my idolatry. While I was ruminating on the cruelty of my destiny, a small billet was delivered by the waiter. I hastily opened it, and to my infinite consternation read the following lines from Lady Amaranth:
