ABSTRACT
Rosella had scarcely received the permission, than she flew back to the house, and having desired a servant to bring the harp to the hermitage, returned to her friend with the same speed. The instrument soon followed her, and the charming ballad, “Lady Alice,”60 was performed in a style that enraptured Miss Beauclerc: she had had the voice of her protegée highly cultivated, because heroines are always infallibly fine and pathetic fingers,61 and the voice of Rosella was not unworthy the expence and the trouble which had been bestowed upon it; so that the gentle correspondents prided themselves upon her possessing every requisite to shine in the heroic page, except a pensive countenance; they hoped however that this deficiency would be no more, after an initiation of a few months into the sublime distress of a gentle, fervent, everlasting, but apparently unfortunate prepossession.
