ABSTRACT
My Guardian returned with his lovely daughter. I saw them pass through the court, but sought them not. Hope was extinguished; I paused in silence on the future; misery alone was seen. Where could I find an asylum for afflicted beauty? How defend a wife! – Filial piety here forbad my indulgence of soft ideas. My exiled Father, my lost Mother, claimed my exertion, and I resolved to rise superior to the dear delirium. ‘Can I see him depart alone,’ said I, looking wildly at the horizon; ‘can I lie dreaming of unutterable worlds in the eyes of Emily, whilst he is roving joyless round the earth? No, I will imitate his virtue, and share his fate.’
