ABSTRACT
When we last quitted our heroine, she was involved in the deepest distress for the loss of Mr. Tickle; whose virtues and constancy were acknowledged by her family as fully as by herself. She felt a melancholy pleasure in dwelling on the tender theme, and giving a full flow to her eulogiums on our hero; and she found in the simple Barbara a companion, who would sympathize in her sorrows, and listen all day to the / tale of woe, in which she felt herself as much interested as her plaintive mistress. Thus the very indulgence of their grief not only furnished its most certain relief, but a delicious pleasure; which every other amusement or enjoyment, all society but their own, seemed only invidiously to interrupt. She thought it a just and proper tribute to the memory of so faithful a lover, to wear weeds as for a husband; and she bought mourning also for Barbara as the widow of Sancho. The public indeed, in general, looked upon their catastrophe as undoubted.
