“Brightly shines the vest o’er his widow’d heart, The manly brow, by early sorrow touch’d, Is bare. The jewelled cap and graceful plume, In his worser hand, his martial’s baton In the right, he passed mid a people’s Sympathy!” At breakfast, Lord L. requested that his daughters would be ready to accompany him to town, on an early day which he named. He was evidently ill at ease at Lodore: he made every effort, however, to conceal such feelings, and assigned the following commonplace Ere Lord L. and his daughters departed, Mrs. Montgomery discharged the painful duty she had imposed upon herself, of informing Lord L. of every particular of Henry’s very improper conduct, respecting his attachment to his cousin. Lord L. was, at first, distressed and alarmed; but, on questioning his daughter, was so perfectly satisfied by her assurances of indifference to Henry himself, and repugnance to his addresses, that he determined to treat the young man’s presumption, with the contempt it merited. Should St. Aubin, A passing visit to Beech-park, prolonged by the delight the girls took in exploring its groves, so far retarded our travellers, that they did not arrive in London, till the very day, on the evening of which the projected ball was to take place. The preparations, however, had gone on in pursuance of former orders, and every thing was found ready. Lord L., the moment he had welcomed his daughters beneath the paternal roof, went out to call on the son of his old friend, and endeavour to induce him to join the family party at dinner, preparatory to the gaieties of the evening. No card had been sent; for, on account of |